The Auctioning of Grace

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"Listen to me slave" Victor spoke clearly and distinctly as he stood over Grace Falwell, his college girlfriend and submissive, "Your body belongs to me... only me... no one else." Vic wore a pair of blue jeans and a black 'Grateful Dead' Concert tour shirt which clung to his tight frame as it had been painted onto him.

Grace glanced up at him, staring at him with as much of a smile as she could muster with the blue ball gag in her mouth. She wore a leather arm sleeve that was secure tightly to her shoulders. She wore nothing else at all on that sexy body of hers. She was in a typical kneeling position, legs apart, head normally down, resting on her ass.

Vic smiled and ran through his mind exactly the events to come and confirmed them in his mind that this was the right course of action. She had been his slave for nearly a year now and in the past, she had often talked about certain fantasies that he had not been entirely sure he could pull off. One of the biggest ones she had was of being literally turned into property and sold at an auction to the highest bidder.

He had tried to give her part of a fantasy by pretend auctioning her off in the past. He would have her trapse into the living room blindfolded, tied up and naked. Vic had a half a dozen other friends that claimed slaves of their own come over and sit in and the auctioning, bidding with real cash. The winner, in that case Austin ( who also owned 2 slaves Freckles and Tina ) got to use Grace for whatever he wanted for 4 hours. In this case, he had his own slaves give her the first of her many future lesbian encounters. Ultimately, it ended up in a big orgy where Grace had been the center of it all...

Yet, despite that, she had loved what she had done for him, but, she was a bit let down because there was no danger in it. No real threat. It had been controlled and it took the excitement out of it somewhat. He had gone to a lot of trouble for her experience and he had let the air out of his bag when she complained about it even a little bit.

So... 3 months later, he had come up with a new scheme. One that he knew she would have to nothing at all to complain about and tonite... it would begin.

He looked at her and stared down at her collar, a thick red leather one which was linked to leash that he held and said, "No matter what else happens, I love you Grace and you will always have me to protect you..." Though it was evident that she didn't know it was a preperation line for the upcoming 3 day ordeal, she nodded happily gazing at him. He had planned this event in secret so she had no idea what was coming.

He reached to the table, pulled up a black hood that he slipped over her head. He pulled her long red head ponytail through the hole in the back of the hood as he secured it over her face. Here eyes, mouth, and nose were the only openings in the mask and A leather mask was slid over her eyes and then he picked up the whip and pulled her leash taunt, forcing her head up. He lashed her breasts playfully with it, smiling as she moaned and her nipples started to harden.

"Oh... what a pretty slut you are..." He lashed her breasts over and over, teasingly, reaching down and lashing between her legs as well! He said, "I can't wait to get my thick hard cock in your pussy, your mouth and ass!"

Without warning, 4 armed men in black masks, jeans and black shirts burst through the living room door, guns up and levelled at Vic!!! Vic yelled out, "What are you? who... what are you doing?!?!!"

"Shut the fuck up dude! We are here for this cunt!" one of the men barked and took the gun and conked Vic upside the head with it sending Vic into the floor unconscious!

Grace had met Vic in or about a year ago, and, almost instantly they had clicked! They had fucked on their first night together, barely able to keep their hands to themselves until they got back to his dorm room, where he kicked his room-mate out for the night. It had been wild. It had been animalistic. It had been the beginning of a whole new world for her!

At some point during the night, Vic had tied her to his bed, and she loved it. He had blindfolded her, spanked her, made her beg to cum, straddled her face, and fucked her throat, and she had loved every minute of it. It was so much more exciting than with any of her previous boyfriend, both of them!!

As time went by, they experimented more and more, getting deeper and deeper into it, and Grace adored him for it, she loved him so much, and knew he loved her dearly too! She shared all of her fantasies with him, new ones she was discovering day by day.

The problem was that Vic loved her so much, he held back the nasty edge that she needed so. The more they did, the more she wanted, and it seemed that they reached his boundries, before they reached hers. She had told him, she fantasised about being auctioned off, sold to the highest bidder, and Vic had tried his best to give this to her, arranging with some of their friends to bid at the "auction" held in his room. Vic was excited, very pleased with himself indeed. Grace enjoyed it, but it was somehow lacking. It was a controlled environment, and therefore not at all what she needed! She wanted the wild card, the danger, the unknown.

She worried secretly where it all would end, and feared that her needs would mean, that at some point she and Vic would have to part company, and that broke her heart, for she loved him deeply.

She knelt, listening to his words. Her body belonged to Vic, only to Vic. She had no argument with that assessment! He put a hood on her, and began to whip her tits, making them hard, and making her wet, as she knelt at his feet. "No matter what else happens, I love you Grace and you will always have me to protect you... Then there was a crash, men with guns running in and Vic was cold-cocked with a rifle butt, and she had a raincoat thrown around her, and in a fireman's carry, brought out of the room, down the stairs, and into the back of a van.

Not one word was said by her captors, and her heart beat 1000 beats per minute, as she wondered what was in store for her in her immediate future.

Three large men threw her hard into the back of the van, slamming the door behind them as they were on her instantly. A forth man jumped into the driver's seat and the van spun off.

One of the men pushed her onto her knees and pushed her head to the floor of the bed, pushing his boot onto the side of her head, keeping her down. Another man unzipped his pants and without saying a word, shoved his cock into her pussy, spreading her walls, raping that tormented body!!!

For nearly 20 minutes, the men rotated about, each getting a chance of the woman!

Grace was shaking with terror as she knelt on the cold metal floor of the van, her face pinned to the floor, a large boot pressed against her cheek, holding her in place as the men fucked her. One afterthe other, the boot changing as the men took their turns.

The van raced along, jolting her as it hit occasional ruts in the road.

Who the hell were these guys? What had happened to vic? Was he alive? Was he okay? Was he raisng the alarm? She could hear traffic outside as the van made it's way along, and she concentrated to see if she could gleen a clue as to where they were going.

After about half an hour, the traffic outside seemed to taper off, and she thought that might indicate they were leaving the city. The men continued to fuck her, taking turns for maybe 5 minutes at a time , but none of them had cum yet. She wondered what they intended to do with her.

As the pulled into the garage of the small inconspicous house in the middle of the suburban neighborhood and closed the door behind them. The forth man killed the van's engines and the other men continued to fuck that cunt. Each of them took turns with her for 5 to 6 minutes at at time till each of them had a chance to explode their seed into her cunt!

As they finished with her, they took her intot he house, took her arm sleeve and locked it onto a chain and wrenched them behind her, forcing her body to bend over. A spreader bar of 3 foot in length was attached them to her ankles.

Grace's heart beat a thousand beats a minute. Her pulse thundered through her veins. She was pinned down and fucked repeatedly, and she really had no idea at all, as to how many men were there, as the hood Vic had put on her, eclipsed her vision.

Finally they stopped, the side door opened, but the fucking continued, until she had been pumped full of cum four times. They dragged her into the house, and forced her arms up above her head, making her bend to relieve the pressure in her shoulder joints. Her feet were attached to a spreader bar, keeping her legs wide apart.

Then they left. The silence was almost worse than the rape, and no one had spoken one word to her since Vic had been hurt, and she had been taken. Again she wondered if he was okay, and whether or not he had managed to raise the alarm. She listened carefully and tried to work out where she was, but she heard nothing above the beating of her heart, her pulse thundering in her ears.

Then she heard booted feet moving quickly along a hard floor, wood she thought, more than one pair of feet. The door opened, and several entered the room, and circled her. Silence. She waited, wondering what they would do, hating the suspense, and simultaneously dreading the moment when one of them would make a move.

After literally 30 minutes in the bent over, arms up behind her back and legs forced wide apart. Eventually, two women walked into the room, one carried a tub of warm wash water, one a set of sponges and soap. They slid a table next to her and then slowly rolled the hood and blindfold off ther face.

Both slaves were naked, once dark skin, one of Greek descent, both wore collars. The room was featureless other than a single light overhead and a wooden floor and walls. A large one way mirror lined the wall as well. The slaves began to bathe her slowly, cleaning her up and preparing her for the upcoming sale...

Grace did not know what to make of it. Tredidation had filled her, as she heard the approaching feet, and yet, whenthe hood was removed there were two women washing her body.

Previously, she had been really uncomfortable with women touching her body, but after the "Auction" Vic had organised, she had spent time with other slaves, and had learnt to enjoy their touch, their soft skin, their soft faces between her legs, as opposed to male stubble.

The had releaded her bonds to the degree that she could stand, and she was releived to be able to stand upright, and she enjoyed the attentions of the two slaves, as they washed her body intimitely.

The slaves took their time and examined her closely. They knew that for each flow they might miss, they risked hours in binds. So when they found a missed pubic hair here to there, they tore it from her body. They reshaved her to be on the safe side. The next step was a deep enema which once put in was plugged up with a anal plug. Her tummy rolled and ached and cramped as the liquid did it's thing. After ten long painful minutes, they leaned her over a toilet and removed the plug, letting her be cleaned out. They washed her gently and returned her to her position in the middle of the room.

Both women then slid in front of her and let their tongues tease each nipple expertly, which resulted almost in a immediate hardening. They watched her as each woman pulled her nipples away from her body, then pulled out a piercing device. One slave looked up at her and whispered into her ear, "Don't scream... they are watching..." The piercing device punctured the right nipple, leaving a stud in place, immediately to be followed by the left nipple!

Grace was horror struck as she felt the tube being pushed into her ass, and then pumped up to hold it in place. Warm fluid was pumped into her bowel, and very soon she began to cramp, her belly swelling with the pressure. The inflow stopped, but she remained plugged for a further 10 or 15 minutes,she guessed, although it seemed like an hour. Finally, she was brought to the toilet,and the plug removed, and she was able to void her bowels. Through out, Grace was horrible humilliated, the lack of privacy as she used the bathroom, making her squirm.

The had already removed any and all traces of her pubic hair, although sh doubted any remained, as she regularly waxed, Vic preferring her clean shaven. She was consoled by the fact her face was covered. She was a prisioner here, and not responsible for either her nudity, or her required use of the bathroom. She knew she had no reason for embarrassment, but she was embarrassed, very much so.

Just as she thought it was over, she felt the women's hands being to roll her nipples, plucking at them, and pulling them from her body, and then intense pain, as they pierced first one and then the other of them.

After her nipples were pierced hard and then doctored with a pain numbing ointment. The last two things that were done to her before the slaves packed up and left was first to tag her. A plastic card with a small hole in the top was slid onto one of the studs. The card was marked A119. The last thing that was done was to slide her into her outfit for the auction for later that night. She had her gag reinserted, then had a pair of thigh highs, garters, 6 inch high heels, and very tight corset which accented body like statue.

Once they were done, they stood up and departed the room... leaving her alone and tied up tighter than ever....

Finally the mask was off, and Grace glanced down at her newly pierced nipples, shocked, yet aroused by the studs piercing her!! She could not make out what was on the label dangling from her, and she soon gave up trying to make it out!!

The gag in place prevented her from making noise, and she lay there, tied securely in a hogtie position, scared, and turned on, worried by her reaction to this setting.

Her clit pulsed, and she rocked back and forth on her stomach until she made herself cum!!! She moaned into the gag, and shuddered violently.

The door opened and two guys came in, and carried her between them from the room.

She found herself in a new position. A long steel pole with a pair or thick leather cuffs stuck out of the floor in a perfectly round room of mirrors. A second smaller pole was just offset of the first one. The two men led her into the room, quickly undid the ropes only to lock her wrists into the cuffs on the pole. One man produced a spreader bar that was 4 foot in width and forced it between her legs, forcing her legs very far a part. The bar was connected to the offset pole.

Finally, one of the men walked towards her, removing her gag only to replace it quickly with a much larger, longer and deeper cock gag, which she was forced to half swallow just to get it inside her.

Once they were done prepping her, both men walked out of the room leaving her to look at herself in the mirrors for a few moments....

Without warning, the floor seemed to suddenly rock and shake slightly as if she were in an elevator and before she realized what was going on, the floor she was only raised up onto a 360 stage in the center of large group of men and women in a large smoke filled room!

A voice seemed to come out of no where, "And for your grand finale, auction number, A119! Ladies and Gents this one is a winner and you know we save the best for last!"

When the floor began to move, Grace thought she was about to pass out, and that it was her vision playing tricks on her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, hoping to get a grip on herself, with the massive cock gag in her mouth, it would not do to have a panic attack!!

She opened her eyes, and the mirrors were gone, and she found herself staring into a crowded room, filled with people. She heard the voice And for your grand finale, auction number, A119! Ladies and Gents this one is a winner and you know we save the best for last!" and she felt like she was in a dream - how often had she dreamed of this, of being auctioned off to some strange man, to do his bidding! She was equal parts throbbing with arousal, and terror, as she waited to see what would happen

“$10,000!!” the opening bid rang out before the auctioneer was even able to finish out exactly what was being offered.

“One second folks! Hold you bids a moment. This is not your standard run of the mill kind of auction house special! A119 was born into a family of wealth, this young woman is the daughter of wealth and as of this moment still untouched anus and has wanted nothing more in her life than to be here at this moment! Your bid, unlike the others is not just for a weekend or for a week. Your bid… buys her full out. She will be yours for as long as you desire, ladies and gentlemen!”

A cross bar raised up out of the floor and stopped in front of her at the waist. The long pole that held her arms high in the air, suddenly lowered forcing her body to bend over the cross bar! At the same time, the spreader bar wedge slightly wider apart. It was only when her wrists nearly pinned onto the floor and her ass high in the air, did the platform start to rotate around.

“Now ladies and gentlemen! As I heard… Opening bid is $10,000 dollars!!! Do I hear $15,000!” the voice said and the vicious bid war was on

Oh Jesus Christ! Grace thought, as she heard the auctioneer's words. She was actually being sold off! As a slave! she was 60% petrified, on the brink of tears, but the other 40% was vibrating with excitement, her heated blood coursing through her veins.

The metal bars moved, by remote, she guessed, and she found herself looking at the audience upside down, from between her legs, her spread ass facing the audience. She could make out numerous individuals, but they were all just shapes in the dark, the spotlight on the stage blinding her, and making her peripheral vision almost non existant.

She did not listen to the bidding as such, although she was aware of excited voices. she was prodded and poked, and at one point the bidding was down to four seperate bidders, and there was a short break, during which they came on stage and began to prod and poke at her, checking her out like she was livestock.

Finally there was a cry of "SOLD!" and the mallet was brought down on the table with a loud thud. Grace's heart thundered, as she waited to see what would happen.

“Sold! To the couple in the corner for $750,000!!! Your package will be ready for your pickup upon your payment at the counter.” The auctioneer said in a loud and boisterous voice!

At that instant, the pole that her wrist cuffs were connected to began to raise up once again and the cross pole slid into the floor. The platform lowered back under the stage and she was returned to the mirrored room.

Two men walked into the room, taking her wrists from the pole and moving them behind her back and cuffing her securely again. Her legs were then released from the spreader bars and a leather belt was strapped around her knees, which severely limited her ability to walk. They slid a cigar bag over her head to block out her site. A long steel chain leash was connected to her collar and she was then led from the room to a holding cell.

The cell was barely the size of a phone booth with no possibility of sitting down at all and nothing more than a handful of rod iron bars running vertical with a few cross pieces for support. The guards had no problems probing her or any of the other 2 dozen women who were in similar holding cells. Any time a guard was walk by, they would grope, feel, or touch any of the ladies they chose.

For nearly 20 minutes, she stood in this contraption completely open to the guards and visitors that came down, violating her any way they chose or any of the other women…

Finally, a voice came from no where, “There she is. A119. It is quite a specimen you have there.”

Grace was awhirl with emotion as the auction concluded, not least of which was amazement, at the price she fetched. She was upset, a little with herself, that this even enters her head. She ought to be terrified, frantic to escape, and yet a sense of calm overcomes her.

Locked in the cell, with her eyes covered by the cigar bag, Grace found that she was prodded, poked, probed, fondled, pinched and fingered as she remained unmoving, unable to move, while the unseen hands of unseen people played and tortured her body, and while her body responded, her pussy getting wetter and wetter and opening easily to any and all who probed her. She hated that she enjoyed this, this objectification of herself. She was little more than livestock, being handled as one would cattle or horses, sheep, goats or pigs. She was touched sexually, again by the unseen, and her body loved this while her mind recoiled.

After an eternity, she heard a voice. “There she is. A119. It is quite a specimen you have there.” Grace recognised neither the voice, noe the accent, which was a little clipped. She was led from the holding cell, and brought along, before being lifted in a man's arms, and placed on a blanket, which was tucked around her. She was on something hard, and she wondered if this was where she was to sleep.

Thud! She started, feeling around her, and then she heard the engin. She was in the trunk of a car! And that car began to move!

After they put Grace into the trunk of the Zil class Russian limosine and then a few minutes later specimen A212 and A086 we're eased into the trunk as well and the trunk closed.

Pietro and Anya Ivanlov sat in the back of the limo as their driver led them from the exclusive auction house to the airport. They both looked very smug with themselves, buying three American female slaves inside the US borders. As they reached the airport, the limo itself was actually loaded into the back of the private cargoplane and tied down. The Russians left the women in the trunk as the plane lifted off and reached 30,000 feet. Soon, the women were over the Pacific and on their way to Russia before they were brought out of the trunk of the car..

If Grace was horrified to find herself being shut int he boot of the car, the addition of two extra bodies to the trunk made her horror intensify. There was very little space, and it was quite hard to breathe. She still had the gag and the bag over her head, and she needed to control her panic, and concentrate of inhaling slowly and exhaling even slower.

the car stopped and she heard an amount of clunking like chains, and she wondered what was happening! The car was stationary for some time, and Grace, who had been giving the matter a lot of thought, decided that Vic had set this up for her! Hadn't he done so before, with a few of his buddies, but that had not had enough of an edge! Not enough bite, to be realistic! This was totally realistic!! Any minute the trunk would pop open, and Vic would be there, smiling, delighted with himself!!

Or perhaps it would be someone else, for a day or so, and then Vic would appear. Soon she heard engines roaring to life, jet engines, like on a plane. They were moving again, but the car did not seen to move, then they stopped again, and suddenly accelerated forward, the momentum forcing her against the back of the trunk. Forward momentum increased and then she felt it, lift off. she was on a plane, and it had lifted off!!

Soon her ears popped, and she had to swallow repeatedly to ensure her ears remained pain free. Whereever they were going it was taking a long time, and she began to get colder and colder. The indeterminal duration of the flight droned on, and finally she fell asleep, despite the cold. The other two slaves had been whimpering with terror, and one had freaked out totally, the claustraphobia getting the better of her, but finally they had quieted, and Grace had fallen asleep.

She awoke to movement, and whimpering, although the voices were impossible to make out, the others obviously being gagged too. Moments later she found out what the reason was, as warm wetness soaked the carpet closer and closer to Grace, as she struggeled to wriggle away. The acrid smell of urine filled her nostrals, and still the flight continued.

She was terribly thirsty she washungry, she had a headache, and the wetness had reached her, and she was sure it was burning her skin. She also required the bathroom, and hoped like hell the flight would end soon. Her ears began to pop again, signalling thier descent. She heard the change in the engines, as they were slowed, and soon there was a bump as they landed. The chains clanked, and the rear door of the plane opened and the car started and reversed out, jolting as it hit the pavement. Surely they would be allowed out now? No, the engines revved up, and the car drove along smooth roads for many miles, before turning off onto smalller somewhat rutted roads. finally, the car came to a halt, and the trunk popped open, and one by one the girls were extracted from the trunk.

The three women were lined up and a chain was run between each of their collar, locking them together. Grace was in the middle of line and was forced to walk into the cool Moscow air... They were led up the stairs to a deck, then into a mansion where the air temperature was significantly warmer. As they walked in, the stopped momentarily and the first slave gave out a yelp and began to cry...

A person walked to Grace, took the white auction car and tore it off the stud. The problem was it did not tear immediately and as a result, caused the stud on her nipple to pull hard! Finally the third slave began to yelp and cry...

The slaves were then led down a set of stone stairs and the chain was removed from the collars. The sound a metal door opened and the women were then led into a room.

"Sit on the floor. Do not remove your masks or gags till you are told." A deep booming voice said as each one of them were untied and pushed onto the cold tile floor.

Once the ladies were all on the ground and untied, the door closed to the room they were in and a locked grind closed. The voice said, "You may take your bags and gags out now. Rest... for now. You will need your energy..."

As the bags came off... the footsteps faded away...

Grace heard voices as they were led inside. She did not recognise the language, but knew from the sound of it, that she was somewhere in Eastern Europe. The language - Polish, Czech, Russian maybe, was more clipped than German. "Oh my God! Where am I?" She was startingk to realise that this was far too sophisticated to be something that Vic had come up with to get her off. She slowly realised ........ This was real!!! The shock hit her moments before the tag was ripped from the stud in her nipple, causing intense pain. She screamed, but no where near as loudly as the girl behind or in front of her.

In the dungeon, because as she looked around, there was no other word suitable to describe it. It was like something from the middle ages. Rough hewn stone walls, looking to be several meters thick. She looked at the two girls with her - one was a tall blonde, looking to be in her mid 20s. The other girl was not dissimilar to herself, dark and small, but this girl was clearly hispanic in her heritage. The hispanic looking girl was called Maria, she said, while the blonde was Pam. Both had been snatched - Maria outside a shopping mall in Orlando, and Pam from a nightclub in Chicago.

Pietro and Anya Ivanlov both sat down at the survellience room and watched from the three cameras which were positioned in the top corners of the room. Anya said, "What do you think, my dear?"

"They are quite pleasing to see. Any of them would work well in the clubs..." Pietro said thinking over each, examining them closely...

Anya said, "This is true... but... you have paid 2 million American Dollars for these three women. they would never make that kind of money back at the clubs baby..."

"This is true..." Pietro said.

"You did not need me to say this." Anya said with a smile, "You plan on doing what? Selling them?"

"No no no..." Peitro said, "I am thinking Mistress Nichol. She can put them to work.."

"Hmmm.... yes... good idea..." Anya said, "But... they should be put to the tests..."

"Let them rest first. Have food brought to them." Pietro said as he glanced to one of the guards who nodded and turned and left the room.

Anya smiled and said, "We have to wait an entire night?"

"No no no... 3 hours..." Pietro said... "Then you will have three new ladies to pleasure you..."

Grace sat on the floor, her knees hitched up, and her arms banding her knees, her head resting on her arms. Maria, sat on the floor, her legs stretched out in front of her, and crossed at the ankles, while Pam lay curled into a fetal position on her side. Pam was borderline hysterical, and had been the one with the attack of claustrophobia in the trunk of the car.

Food was brought in by one of the guards, who leered at them, as he placed the tray of food on the floor. He passed a few remarks, and while Grace did not understand his words, their general meaning was obvious from his lecherous expression, and the fact that he kept grabbing his crotch.

He left, and Grace examined the food. She was really hungry, not having eaten in perhaps 36 hours. There was bread, cold meat and cheese, some tomato soup and a pitcher of coffee, and a jug of water.

Hungrily she ate her fill, as did Maria, but Pam remained in a tight ball. Grace went to her, putting her arm on her shoulder, "you have to eat Pam! You will not survive otherwise!" Pam's eyes were glazed and she appeared to be in shock. Grace tried to get her to sit up, but she wouldn't move. Finally, she broke off a chunk of cheese, and pressed it into her hand "Eat this at least, it will give you strength"

As scared as she was, she kept terror at bay by endeavoring to behave in a normal way - eating, drinking and holding a conversation. When they finished eating, she fell asleep. She would not have thought it was possible, but as drained as she felt, she slept almost as soon as she closed her eyes.

She awoke in the dark, disorientated, with a hard boot kicking her side.

"Get up slave..." A hand reached down and grabbed her by her hair and dragged her from the cell the three were in. A large set of hands took her wrists and slid them into a pair of leather shackles. Another set of hands locked a chain leash to her collar. She had the ball gag shoved back into her mouth and strapped down tightly.

The two men pushed her up the stairs and into a long corridor which led to a huge open floor surrounded by lots of special bondage and domination toys... including St. Andrew's cross, bondage stocks, a bondage chair and table, cuffs, spreaders, chains, and other devices. She was led to an area between two columns of stone. Two iron rings were bolted in the closest walls of the colums. Her back pressed to one of the columns and a long rope was tied to the ring. The rope held a large knot in it about every 10 inches.

Once the guards secured the rope, they slid her onto the rope, letting it press tightly into her pussy! She was barely able to touch the floor with her tip toes... To add insult to injury one of the guards walked up to her, and snapped a pair of weighted nipple clamps onto each of her nipples...

Anya walked towards her, wearing black PVC skin tight one piece dress, matching black PVC thigh high boots and a masquerade mask of purple. She held a cat o nine whip in hand and said, "I bet you wonder why you are here?"

She walked to Grace and took her leash and said, "You get to the other side of rope... and I will tell you..." She reached out with the whip and lashed out hard along her pelvis! "Now... get moving slave."