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My screams echoed in the empty barn, throat quickly getting hoarse and raw as my back. The 17th lash broke the skin girls a little, I could feel small trickle of blood running down my back, almost cool against the heat of my flesh. By the time we got to 49 I was barely hanging onto consciousness. I was hysterical, begging, pleading, and swearing to let them do whatever they wanted if they stopped now. And at that point I really would have done anything just to make it stop. Surely they would kill me if they continued any further. “Keep counting Skye, or we will start over,” taunted Clyde. I tried to mumble the last one, but my voice was gone and I’d been crying so hard I could barely sexy calm myself down enough to breathe let alone count. Clyde set the empty Jack Daniels bottle down next to my head and leaned in. He shifted some hair away from my face and leaned in close enough I could see the anger in his eyes. “After everything I’ve done for you Skye and you stabbed me. Not only did you stab my hand, you did so in a room filled with my family….my nieces and nephews…my mother. 50 was me being generous, only the Lord knows why, I certainly don’t, you sure don’t deserve it,” he scoffed. “I’m sorry…” I apologized, voiced cracked and barely massage above a whisper. He laughed but it wasn’t because he was amused. “You’re sorry? Did you hear that Christopher? She’s sorry…” He slammed his injured hand against my face, leaving behind a smudge of blood. “How the hell is sorry going to fix my hand? Our life here depends on farm work, if I have only one hand how am I to help? But did you think about sex any of that when you did this to me? Of course you didn’t, you’re just a selfish bitch!” he yelled. I closed my eyes against the fresh tears. “And I’d do it all again if given the chance, only next time I’ll aim for your throat,” I yelled. How dare he try and say that I was selfish. He kidnapped me, took me away from my friends, my family and everything I’d ever known all because he believed I was meant to be his. He roared in anger and walked around behind me. “Clyde, I don’t think that’s a good idea…” I heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh. I looked over my shoulder to see Clyde taking the whip away ass from Christopher who wiped blood from his lip. He looked over at me, shook his head and left. It was just Clyde and I now. This was wrong it was already getting weird to me. She had to have felt my cock..it was natural to be sex curious but this was starting to head down a road I knew I shouldn't go down...this was bad. Even with the blindfold, I had no problem sexy finding sensitive areas of the guy's ass manhood. Then came full detail of our sexual exploits that night. Don’t answer me, let your cock do the talking. “One of my fuckin' tires is gong flat, Grandad, do you have a can of Fix-a-Flat?” He pushed them down and stepped out as she engulfed his Inside that pretty head of her were those few sentences I had planted there, the ones that had messed her up so thoroughly. Me - But why is it needed? Shaking with effort and emotion, Violet felt the warm stream of girls piss begin to pool on the massage floor around her and she couldn't help but sigh at the relief of it. That wasn't why I was blushing. "Ok, you can come."