Angela Pearson: There_s a whip in my valise

"What have you done?" asked Marlene, very quietly. "What have you done?" He made no reply.

"You really have signed something like your death warrant now," she said.

"We may not actually kill you, of course-but I doubt whether you'll be able to walk for the next few months." She leaned forward to where her whip was lying. She looked round at the other girls. "Let's do this quite deliberately," she said. "Let's each get a whip and flog him here on the floor. Let's flog him, I mean, all together-all at once."

Without a word the girls provided themselves with whips and stood in a circle round him.

He opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again. It would be useless to plead for mercy. "Are we all ready?" said Marlene.

"Wait a second," said Margarete. "We'd better gag him again." "I'd like to hear him scream," said Anna.

"The children," said Margarete. "I know they're at the other end of the house, but-"

Anna's panties were thrust and fastened into his mouth again. "Ready now?" said Marlene. "Quite ready?" They nodded their heads, and poised their whips. A very terrible sound began to fill the room…