CRACK!!The next blow was at right angles to the first and caught the sensitive crease between her buttocks and her thighs. More screams until she had ...o more breath to scream and was gasping for air.CRACK!!The third blow was across her ribcage and hard enough to draw blood. The end of the whip curled viciously on to her hanging breast, catching the nipple. Her gasps for air became more violent as her face started to turn blue. Arin stared at the colleague whom she knew quite well. This could as. The problem this particular night was that the biker chicks were encroaching on girl gang territory. Angie Sartini, a 6’2″ 325 pound shot putter, caught wind of the deal by cell and appeared just as the one blonde slipped the cash into the back pocket of her Levi’s.You can just hand that dough back to me, biker cunt, or I’ll pound you senseless. Angie was one of the most violent girls in the school. She had major issues with anger and was always fighting. She glared at. Before she got to where I was seated, the next song began and she was whisked back onto the dance floor. Someone handed her a drink as she danced and she drank it down. I could hear her laughing again. I was surprised. I also heard one of the other wives talking to her husband telling she thought it was disgusting and they should leave right away. He was doing his best to keep peace and agree while at the same time he was trying to get her to stay so he could at least watch. Lisa was the. The eye-zipper was open, so I could see. The mouth was closed. I heard the cattle prod again, crackling, and I started to cry. A short leather whip with many short strands—I guess you'd call it a flogger—had appeared and began whipping me solidly across my legs, my back, and my ass, then moving slowly around to my stomach, my breasts, and my vagina. The leader marched me forward, tugging on my leash, and I moved as a pack of old bikers fondled me, squeezing my nipples and ass,.