I am supervised by one of the women who whips me for the slightest reason (real or imaginary).Every day I am taken to the torture chamber, hung by the...wrists and whipped severely over my whole body, back and front, from my neck to my ankles. Sometimes in the afternoon, they take me out to a gay meeting place in the forest to be fucked hard by strange men. In the evenings, they invite groups of men (at least ten each time) to **** me brutally. They also invite other women to torture me.The. We both started packing up our stuff, “So, have you convinced Sara to hook up with Alex yet?”“Huh? Where did you get that idea from?” She looked genuinely confused, damn, there went my explanation for their chats. Just what had they been talking about?“We need to get to class, I’ll see you later,” Caitlyn walked off to her class and I headed to my mine, left to wonder what she had been scheming about.After school we met up and waited at the front gate for Sara and her mum.“Did you really think. I hear the knob turn slowly as they test the lock I leave the bed long enough to get my. 38 from the shelf in the closet. It now lays on the nightstand beside the bed. The first one through that door is in for a hell of a surprise. But they don’t come in. When night falls they go away. The night is primetime and it belongs only to Lisa. I begin to tremble and shake even before she begins. My mouth is dry and tastes of dirt. My thoughts are nothing but a dull buzz of white noise. How fine is. Then it filled me, that perverse satisfaction that came with her obvious fear. I was instantly as hard as re-bar, ready and rearing to prove to her that no fancy-smancy rich chick could order me around like some mindless sheep. When the initial shock wore off, she struggled like a wild thing. I trapped her body with mine and anchored her wrists above her head with my hands. Pressed close to her as I was, I took the opportunity to grind my re-bar against her and growled all the debauched and.