Rebellion III

“Aaaahhhh!” 

The sharp screams of agony rent the air that afternoon. The weather is warm, a good day for a hot water bath but the events that are happening just about now take the beauty of that away. The clouds, the butterflies that fly about, the whole beauty of the entire place is masked with the ugliness of the merciless beatdown of the spirit being who is held in both hands by two male species of another race. 

The sharp cries plead to be forgiven but there is no mercy as each whip descends wickedly down on the bare back of the female. 

The female is held at her both hands, her only clothing being the loin cloth that covered just her vitals, below. The top of her is bared out to the public as she looks down, her whole form spasming as each whip creates red welts across her pinkish ton