I didn’t believe my body could take any more punishment, but it did. The guard turned me over forcing my tortured breasts to the mattress and placin... my welted and swollen arse in a position to receive further punishment.I screamed, I yelled, I felt myself fading when the second lash from the punishment strap crashed on to my bum but I didn’t actually pass out and just lay sobbing when my legs and arms were freed and barely heard the guard offer the boy a free turn after the man finished, nor. That thought made her smile, as she applied her black eye-liner and deep-red lipstick. She walked out the door, just as the sunset made the sky a deep orange. She would arrive at the graveyard at exactly 7pm, if she hurried, which she intended to do. The sky was a dark blue; almost black, by the time she arrived. She checked her phone for the time. "Yes, 7p.m. exactly," Jakoda smiled.She would see Jasper again soon. She pushed the wrought Iron gate open; the loud creak of the gate startled. The feeling of the hot oil deep in her bowels resulted in a groan and a grasping tightly of my ankles. Her hips thrust upwards and legs clamped shut in response, and the groans of the crowd drowned out any uttering of my subject. I still had half a bulb of oil remaining, but decided to wait. Her vagina was dilating at a rapid rate indicating arousal. The anal sphincter was rhythmically clamping down on the intruder. Her breathing was heavy and begging for release. I squeezed the remaining oil. I took a lifeguard course last summer at the Civic Pool, remember. “Here,” he took my arm gently and turned me in the water, so I was facing away from the cabin, “let me show you how I learned to pull somebody to shore.” He turned on his side and had his arm over my shoulder and across my chest with his hand in my armpit for a grip. Then he began to sidestroke with me floating on my back and having myself drawn through the water. It was relaxing, and if his muscular limb wasn't compressing.