Roger had beat her with a two inch-thick belt for fifteen minutes then switched to a whip at John's goading. "She really needs to understand how angry...you are," John urged, egging him on. "Angry?" Roger screamed, swinging the whip harder. It bit across the fronts of her thighs, raising small dots of blood. "Fucking angry?" He swung again and hit just below the same spot. A drop of red flicked onto her foot. Roger set the whip down on the table and picked up a smaller, slit leather monstrosity. So they each handed Arthur a $100 each & left. The sluts though kept 69ing. So Arthur told them to go clean up & work the front room.Chapter 2- That Evening It was 8 pm & Abigail had finished her shift a couple hours earlier , she was now spreadeagled on her bed as her hubby Bill was eating her pussy trying to get her off. Abigail could hear the orgasmic screams coming from Arthurs room & she new that he must be training a new cougar , His mom was right , Arthur had met a delicious. At that moment my eyes focused on a cute young thing in the audience, she was a beautiful young thing. A stunning red-headed girl in her late teens. Slender, tall, with cute freckles. She reminded me of my youth when I saw the movie, “Sixteen Candles” with Molly Ringwald. Every young guy back then, me included, would give his left nut to be able to be with her. Here before me was my Molly Ringwald and I’m going to have her. Hell, why should I be driving a “Tin-Lizzy” when I could have a. The two then moved on to the next couple. Robert and Shayla had been the last to be bound and the others waited on their knees horrified and cowed by the sudden violence. The bigger of the two guards called Boss Smith motioned to three other couples to get up and walk into the barn. The couple left was the youngest. The woman was particularly young and very pretty. She was sobbing quietly as Smith approached he stood over her for a second enjoying the view. She had shoulder length black hair.