My thoughts were confirmed when Marge opened the trunk and I could see that we were in an old abandoned barn. There was a big hole at the rear where the roof had collapsed and on the floor there was plenty of evidence that the area had been taken over by animals. Then I saw two things that I knew were japan meant for me. Hanging from a huge rough hewn beam at least twelve inches on a side was a sturdy steel chain. Looking up I could see that one of the links had been secured to the beam by three thick heavy-duty staples. There was no way I’d be able to pull them out no matter how strong I might be. The other thing was a big steel dog cage about three by three and four feet deep. "Mistress” Marge gave the leash a strong tug and I tumbled out of the trunk. A minute later she had pulled my arms and wrists up to padlock them to the chain. My arms were up so high that there was serious strain on my shoulders. All the same, I thought I could handle the position fairly easily until she tied my ankles off to ring bolts that had been sunk into the hard dirt floor. Someone had done a lot of planning for this and, if I had to guess, it would have to be Marge. She was by far the smartest of the four. My position was much worse when my ankles were spread about five feet apart. My shoulders, strong as they were, ached from the stress placed on them. “I’m going to break you, Sean—turn you into a cipher that will exist only to follow Lori’s orders to the letter. I plan to whip you four or five hours a day until the pain is unbearable and then I’m going to whip you again and again. I’ve done this before with my loser husband. His cock and balls were caged much like yours are now. I used to shock him regularly, sometimes just for the fun of it. I never let him cum and he obviously never fucked me. No—his job was to work and make money for me to spend then to come home and cook dinner before cleaning the house and sleeping in a cage like this at the foot of my bed. Then he’d do the same thing again and again—day after day, month after month, year after year. I had a life of ease, spending my voyeur time at a spa or getting fucked by some handsome stranger, just as long as he had a really big dick. That’s the life facing you now. I’m really going to enjoy this.” Then the whipping began. She continued at a rapid pace, covering my lower back, butt, and thighs with welts that were bleeding long before asian she was done. I readily admit that I cried and begged for mercy even though I knew I’d receive none. She continued for more than an hour, stopping only I assumed because she was tired. I saw her hang the bloody whip on a nail as she walked to her car. A minute later she returned with a big sponge and a bottle of vinegar. “I can’t let you get an infection, can I?” She paused to laugh insanely. “And to think I’ll be able to watch it over and over with Lori and Michael—the destruction of a local hero.” And then she laughed again. I swore then I’d get her and make her suffer even more than I would. I didn’t know how yet, but I would. She made blowjob a production of soaking the public sponge with vinegar then she wiped it over my sweating face. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and kept them closed to protect my vision. A few minutes later she cackled as she wiped the raw areas of my back, butt, and thighs. It stung, but not as badly as I thought it would even though thousands of raw nerve endings were exposed from the whipping. I had just opened my eyes to see Marge squeeze the sponge to allow my blood to drip onto the dirt in front of me. 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