Blood ran from her wrists down her arms as she hung, whimpering 
and crying and wailing, six inches above the floor.  Her firm, proud 
young body jerked and trembled under the continuous whipping and beating 
of the five men in the room with her.  Her head whipped back and forth, 
in tune with the agony coursing through her body, tossing her long, long 
blond hair, reaching down to her ankles, back and forth across her back 
and buttocks, sticking to the sweat and seeping blood covering her body.  
Her large blue eyes were closed and swollen with tears, showing long, 
glistening lashes; her full, luscious red lips trembled and worked 
spasmatically as she continued to cry and scream and beg for release.
	Her round, upthrusting breasts jiggled and swayed as she was 
jerked back and forth by the blows raining against her body, blood oozing 
from the marks of thin canes.  Her legs thrashed wildly as the torture 
continued, each blow against her crotch sending her howling and swinging 
from her tortured wrists.
	Edward motioned his lackies to stop the blows and stood looking 
at his prize, now whimpering and sobbing softly, her body jerking 
spasmatically, uncontrollably, in remembrance of the agony she had just 
endured.  Edward thought of her as she was just one hour ago, a beautiful 
young college student, an American, proud and sure in her freedom and 
education.  American, he thought, and spat.  Now she was no more than a 
bloody piece of meat hanging before him, still luscious with her curves 
and her soft, trembling flesh.  He walked behind her and grabbed her 
inner thighs, slick with sweat and blood, in his hands, pulling her up 
and spearing her up the ass with his hard cock, earning him a delicious 
howl of agony as he felt her skin tear before his rampaging phallus.  One 
of his men stepped up and thrust hard into her cunt, and they worked her 
trembling, squirming, thrashing, twisting, mewling, sweating, bleeding 
body between them until they shot deep inside 
her, to be replaced by more of his men.
	They had all fucked her twice by the time the cut her ruined 
wrists and shoulders free and let her fall to the floor, before they made 
her crawl around on all fours, kicking her when she fell, exhausted from 
the pain, until she got back up and continued.  He made her take them 
all in her mouth, knowing she would be happy for the respite from the 
pain, and luxuriated in the soft warmth of her mouth.  He let hope of 
release build up before he took her outside and strapped her on her 
hands and knees over a wooden block.  After he and his men had emptied 
their bladders and bowels over her, he let the dogs loose, and stood 
back and watched as what remained of her lush young body was taken again 
and again by his animals, delighting in the continuous cries flowing from 
her lips and the delicious straining of her body.
	He left her there over-night, keeping company with the dogs, and 
had his servants release her the following morning.  If she was lucky, 
she would make it to some red cross personel, for then she'd probably 
live.  Otherwise, well, there were a lot of beggars and theives who 
really didn't care what their pussy looked like....