Kim Possible strained against the bonds holding her in place. She had begged to be in this position. She had confessed to Ron that she loved to be abused and treated like a slave and he took her at her word. They had a long talk and she consented to everything he would do to her without reservation. The safe word was always at the back of her mind, but she had vowed to herself that she would never use it.
The bit between her teeth kept her from making any recognizable sound. Her long red hair was piled up on top of her head, her green eyes covered by a mask, her bare body covered in a sea of whip marks, her pussy juice leaving trails down her thighs as the beating continued.
Her tormentor was her best friend and house mate Ron Stoppable. He stood beside her, wearing only a black leather g string, whip in hand and enjoying the display his slave put on for him.