The Commander turned and smiled at Chris. Stepping back to give the American a chance to convince the prisoner to talk. Chris went to stand before her and in a voice soft and low he asked, "Where are the chemicals?" Atifah lifted her head and met his eyes. She said nothing but spit in his face. Chris’s gaze didn’t waver as he reached with his hand to wipe the spittle from his cheek. Slowly he turned to the table and picked up the heavy leather flogger. Chris turned back to the prisoner with a smile on his face and began to let the leather tails of the flog kiss her skin. Each blow was firmer than the one before. Thirty lashes into it the leather tails were smacking her skin loudly, targeting her breasts, back, ass, stomach and legs. Atifah began to whimper and squeal with each blow as beads of sweat formed on her body. It wasn’t long and she was dancing for him. High stepping to avoid the lash of the heavy leather tails between her legs, on her tits, and ass. Chr...

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