The last thing Sarah Lawford remembered was opening her front door and being zapped by a black baton. She opened her eyes and realized that she was nude, gagged, and tied to her own bed with her legs spread eagle. Disoriented, she began to panic. To her knowledge, she hadn’t done anything wrong.
Sarah had taught at Matthew Henson School for seven years. She got along famously with the other members of the faculty and all of her students liked her. She had the unique ability to make all her students feel as if they were her favorite pupils.
As Sarah struggled fruitlessly to free herself, she could hear someone moving around; someone was still in her room. She recognized the two men from Capitol City Cable. They were saying something to each other, but she couldn’t understand what they were saying. One of them looked back at her and smiled. He picked up something off the floor and was walking over to the bed. As he got closer, Sarah could tell that the man had a leather whip in his hand.
He sat down on the bed and looked down into Sarah’s brown eyes. The terror he saw in them excited him. The man rubbed the whip all over her body, and in small circles around her stiff nipples. The other man was busy putting something together. Suddenly, the man with the whip started to disrobe. That’s when Sarah’s eyes began to bulge out of her head. She knew that the two men intended to rape her. She struggled to free herself, but it was no use. Sarah Lawford was going to be a statistic.
Before she knew it, the man who had had the whip was pushing himself inside her. Sarah whimpered like a wounded animal as the intruder brutalized her for what seemed like an eternity. Unrelenting tears fell from the corners of her eyes, but the intruder was merciless. After thirty minutes of ruthless savagery, the man got off her and the other man got on top of her and continued where his twin left off.
When they finished ravaging her, they strapped her into the portable gravity boots upside down. With whips in hand, the beating began. The whip crackled loudly and Sarah’s delicate body convulsed. Her muffled cries and groans were so terrible that only the Marquis de Sade could have listened to the flogging without covering his ears. One stinging blow after another, almost in synchronized rhythm, ripped away flesh all the way down to the bone. The lashing continued until unconsciousness ripped Sarah Lawford away from the brutality that seemed to go on forever. Then they dismembered her.