I could not be in a more helpless and readied position for anything they would want to do to me. My ass was spread and high in the air as I was on my ...nees with my face almost on the floor. Swaaaaattt!!!! I heard and felt from behind. The pain was nearly blinding. Much harder than the riding crop. I tensed and squirmed to no avail. I was given another swat for violating that rule."Try again slut," was said as I was rolled to my side and another cock was placed at my lips. I was squirming to get. "Sure, come on in."Kate lifted herself the rest of the way inside the tree house and sat down across from the boy and held out her hand. "Hi, my name is Kate ... what's yours?"The boy hesitated for a second then shook her hand, "Bobby."I don't think I've ever seen you around here, where do you live?" Uh, out in Oregon ... Portland actually, my parents are visiting my aunt but we're leaving for home tomorrow." Oh, I see." Kate looked out the window at the dark skies. "Well Bobby it looks like. How he would manage to burn her clitoris off was only one of his worries. If Al-Mansur had simply ordered her de-clitted, he could slice it off with a scalpel or cut it off with scissors, both methods that, while painful, were more humane than the horror that he had to subject her to.He refilled her glass of lemonade, got a bag of ice, and returned to the torture room where Lila awaited. She was still crying and whimpering when he arrived. Leaving the lemonade on a table, he applied the ice bag. "Come in," she called out almost immediately as I knocked on the door and I wondered how I was able to hear her voice so well. Was it possible the room was not as private as I had hoped? I began to panic and reached out to turn the antique brass knob and was thankful to feel the door give immediately as I leaned against it. I felt my panic begin to abate as I realized the door had not been completely closed.I walked in, half expecting to see a darkened office with thick carpets and mahogany.