With my slave bound helplessly on my steel spider web. I decide to use one of my most feared and intense thrasher whips on him. As the name implies, the thrasher really makes its point as it strikes a slaves exposed body. It takes little effort to shred a mans flesh with this powerful instrument of tortuure.

With each powerful blow, he wilts before me, falling deeper and deeper into a state of masochistic bliss. This is what he lives for, what he craves most. Pain from his beautiful Goddess. And with each moment and whip strike, his pain escalates to a feverish pitch.

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