I Beg You

Tim had a bad feeling about this. Quickly, five or six prosititutes were brought before Tim, their heavy perfume scents assaulting his senses. Lydia threw a thick wad of cash at them, instructing them to serve Tim well. Their eyes lit up at the sight of money. Although this was the first time they encountered such a situation, these women had enough mental fortitude to think of them as clients who liked to play a bit rough. They showed no timidity. Furthermore, this man was so handsome they would have taken him for free. They swarmed up, surrounding Tim on the chair. As several hands began to touch Tim's body, wincing when they encountered his wounds, he felt both pain and disgust. He was tied back to the chair with his legs each bound to a chair leg, rendering him immobile. Suppressing his discomfort, Tim turned to the smugly watching Lydia, "You may as well whip me instead." This was not a pleasure he could bear. Lydia's face was full of satisfaction, her innocent and personable face