" Sis," I said, "you have a great body."What I said was nothing short of the truth."So with all this why won't that bastard ring me up," she said. "Fu...king men."There was not a lot I could say to consol her so I kept my mouth shut and just stared in awe at her exposed body."I suppose you and that blond girl are getting plenty?" she asked covering herself up at last.The blond girl she was referring to was my girlfriend Trish and to date we both still virgins."Sure," I lied.True we have a bit of. "Whip me, whip me," she begged.I got my leather belt and whipped her ferociously; across her quivering buttocks, over her arsehole, now running with vodka and her juices, and over her back and shoulders.God forgive me, I really hurt her. She screamed in pain, and blood flowed from the belt stripes I gave her. I stopped, made her go on all fours, and then buggered her, mercilessly and cruelly. Her screams got louder, and I pulled back on her hair until her throat became so taut hardly a sound. Her mind faded to her favorite fantasy where she was tied to a bedpost, standing with her back against it; coils of rope holding her rigid, a hood over her head, the sting of the whip hitting her breasts, leaving deep red stripes over them with the hits continuing down her body to her thighs. She had lost count of the hits, tears streaming down under her hood. She wished he could see them. They were tears of pleasure, not pain. The timer buzzed and she opened the lid of the tanning bed.. “Oh,” I said, standing back. “I’m not doing that.”Cammy moved her head back and forth. “Oo-aa-oo-im-oo-ond-ee-ed-uh.” (You have to if you want me to getup.)I didn’t want her up that much. “How about we dothis,” I said. I first peeled back the duct tape,then leaned over and untied the cords securing herelbows and wrists. Asleep and useless, her arms felllimply at her sides.“Ow,” she said, flinching. “That.