To the girl hanging by her wrists, naked, denched in sweat, her mouth filled with and clenched on his old socks.

Not so fast, my pet, not so fast.  Let them take their time with your sweet tits, watching your suffering between strokes, laying the blazing pain across a slightly different area each time, until every piece of you chest meat is howling, and you're way past not being able to take it any more. And they do eventually rape you, their hard hands crushing you screaming breasts until you can't breath with the pain.  Then they go back to whipping you.