” I kept my Colt pointed right between his eyes.Rory quickly rigged a rope and hitched it to a mule and moved the horse enough that the leader could...be freed. Mick helped the man stand and then helped him walk to the wagon. The wives joined us, and I sat on my saddle to question the man who had now been tied to a wagon wheel.“So, you were going to have fun with our women, huh?” I posed.The leader didn’t answer.“What was the plan? There were three women and five of you. Who was going to get left. And that is where we would end up, Jane and I. My room – Jane would have said ‘rooms’ – was six storeys up, a big dark place with two tiny dormer windows from which you could see some tree tops if you jumped high enough. There was a big draughty fireplace with a little electric fire. A tiny cooking area, with a miniature oven with an electric ring on top, on which I could brew up strong black unsweetened espresso in the aluminum Moka pot. Hot as hell, Jane would say, black as night, and bitter. If only she knew, if only she knew she should be saving her energy for the torturous weeks to come. We pulled onto a dirt road, I could hear her groan as we hit each and every rough patch, we drove for another 10 miles before we reached an even more remote driveway. We drove through a deeply wooded path until we came across a cabin. I parked and walked around to the trunk, I could still hear Megan struggling around in the trunk. I banged loudly twice on the trunk and I stopped hear movement. I. Flick, flick, flick, flick went the whip, the girl began to twitch, her legs involuntarily jerking as each stroke landed. Past caring now as she hung unable or unwilling to move her strength gone completely, that of course made no difference to `Herman’ who now centred his strokes on her sex, each landing with a resounding slap. Nan had tears running unashamedly down her face, as the two men rose and left, the film darkening to a blank screen and the` end of part 1’ sign coming up. Nan licked.