Excessive Speeding (Part 7)

"You didn't seriously think I was going to let you cum, did you, dick? Hmmm? Have you been paying attention at all? You little boys are all the same - you can't think with anything but your stupid little dicks! No dick, I'm the one who's going to enjoy some pleasure, and do you know what brings me pleasure, dick? Hmmm? Nothing gets me hotter than enjoying a good smoke while I whip the shit out of some worthless male ass! Sound like fun, dick?" she cackled cruelly as tossed another butt at him. Then she reached into the cabinet once more and took out a thin cigar that must have been ten inches long and lit it in the most incredibly wicked fashion. As she puffed deeply he again reached for his cock. Once again she flogged him with the whip, this time square across his ass. He dropped to his knees in agony, the icy water still pounding against his lacerated flesh. Feeling some degree of sympathy for poor Richard, she twisted the shower valve, turning off the frigid stream. She grabbed him by the hair and yanked him to his feet. "Lick the ash from my cigar, ashtray!" she demanded, forcing his mouth open and his tongue out. He lapped unenthusiastically at the ember, once again drawing her wrath. She stood back, controlled the cigar between her clenched teeth, place her left hand on her hip and starting slashing into his flesh indiscriminately with the whip. She puffed excitedly on the cigar in the same cadence as her strokes with the whip. He crumpled to the cold floor, severely bruised and bleeding heavily.