Her throat was raw from screaming, and she was staring at Larry, pleading silently for this to end. The Doctor nodded to the Enforcer, and the whip su...g again. Her howl of pain was different now, and as twelve, thirteen and f******n hit, her screams never stopped. Fifteen, sixteen, s*******n, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. The lashes came from the other side, the strikes crossing the previous ones on her back and tearing it to ribbons. When he paused this time, she was breathing heavily, her head. It was fairly strait forward, signing obliged her to become encased after being impregnated by the artist (preferably) or some other man of her choosing. She knew how snuff contracts worked. Once signed there was no backing out unless there was a specific escape clause. This contract did not contain any such clause. The contract also required her to remain nude, this literally meant staying naked forever. The contract even stated should she fail to become pregnant the artist reserved the right. The view of a miniskirt when you are right next to the girl is nothing much to enjoy.The queue dragged on and I guess the only thing that made the waiting time worthwhile was the miniskirt, or rather say whatever was not covered by it. It was a red skirt, I wondered, what color her panties would be. To while away the time I wondered what it would be like to make my fingers travel up her thighs and discover the color of her panties. Another potential thought was , what if there are no panties in. The bulge in his jeans gave me good reason to compliment his uniform. "Those are some nice jeans, my dear', I told him. 'are the uniforms furnished here?" "Ah thanks', he smiled, showing off sparkling white teeth, ' no madam, they only supply the tee shirt." He looked at me like a virgin entering college. "Would you like a little cream", he asked. (come home with me and I'll give you all the cream you can handle.) "Oh yes, please", I replied, accidentally on purpose, brushing my.