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I looked up to see Tavon's pale face. There was fear in his eyes as his hands dropped from my face and to his side in resignation.

With how glaring the fear in his eyes was, you'd think he had seen the grim reaper; the whip in her hands was the scythe and she had come for his soul.

With his genitals still hanging out of his unbuckled pants, he turned to the woman who was still on the doorway. With her firm stance, I could tell that there was a thundering expression on her face. "Jessica, I..." he stuttered as he tried to explain. He was still struggling to form his words when the woman he called Jessica interrupted him harshly.

"Shut up!" With long quick strides, Jessica closed the space between them and before I knew what was happening, she raised the hand that held the whip and it came descending on Tavon's shoulder. I gasped

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What the hell!

flinched back, falling on my butt.

I watched the scene in horror as Jessica repeatedly struck Tavon with the whip, the sound of it making contact with his flesh filled my ears and then....

My mouth hung open in shock. Now this moment was the one that actually deserved a 'What the hell' outburst because what the actual friggin hell! Tavon was actually getting off from being whipped!

I watched in horror as his floppy genitals slowly but steadily hardened the harder Jessica whipped him. The sickening sight was burned into my mind - his wrinkled member growing more engorged with each cruel lash, a twisted look of pleasure spreading across his aged face. How could he derive such revolting gratification from this sadistic act? The very idea made my stomach churn violently.

My eyes widened incredulously when he started to tremble, letting out breathy moans as he climaxed, some of his release dripping on the floor. A strangled sound of revulsion escaped my lips as I witnessed his shameful display. This whole scenario was like a nightmare from which I couldn't wake, an affront to all decency and human dignity.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Oh my gosh, what did I just watch?

I dragged my gaze away from his genitals and looked at his face. After each lash, his face would morph from contorting in pain to relief. His eyelids would droop close as he moaned unabashed, his expression one of rapturous ecstasy. It was deeply disturbing to see such depravity, such a complete lack of shame or self-control. This man was utterly lacking in any shred of morality or virtue.

Jessica also watched as Tavon came all over the place, her facial expression hidden behind the mask she had on. I stared at her, wondering what sort of person she must be to willingly take part in these degenerate acts. Did this scene of utter debasement and perversion arouse her as well? The mere thought made me shudder with visceral disgust.

Does this act turn her on too? I wondered when I noticed her watching him so intently.

Tavon let out a loud content sigh then with a smile on his face, he opened his eyes. Immediately, Jessica

returned to whipping him again, even more fiercely than before. It seemed she took his pleasure as a cue to escalate the brutality, raining down lash after merciless lash upon his frail body.

"You sick old man!" She yelled and Tavon didn't seem to be vexed at Jessica's mock and insults. Instead, he seemed to like it, to revel in it. His depravity knew no bounds - he wallowed in his own decrepitude and abasement, embracing the vilest insults and cruelest mistreatment as if they were a privilege.

"You want me to hit you, don't you?" Jessica said as if she was speaking to a child as she drew back her arms and the whip landed on the man's body once more with a sickening crack.

I was not the one being hit but each time the whip made contact with his skin, I flinched at the sting I was sure the whip must have left, the pain it caused - it was just minutes ago that I was in his shoes, I remembered it all too well. Even the cracking sound of the whip making contact with his body was enough to make any onlooker scream in fear for Tavon.

While my face watched in horror, watching as the woman kept whipping him, the man just squirmed when the whip made contact with his skin and the moment Jessica lifted it away, a content, almost orgasmic smile would spread across his lips. It was as if he craved the agony, desired to be broken and humiliated in the most sadistic ways imaginable. I felt ill bearing witness to this utter perversion of the human soul. "You fool! Tell me how much you like this. Let me hear it!" Jessica yelled again as she untangled the whip that curled around the man's neck. It looked so painful, leaving angry red welts in its wake.

My heart beat increased as I kept watching and I knew that if the man had hit me this hard or much, I'd " have lost consciousness long ago. How could his wasted husk of a body withstand such relentless torment? It seemed superhuman, bordering on the inhuman a display of the darkest, most monstrous impulses to which the human psyche could descend.