Megan’s wrists were chaffed from pulling against the ropes during her struggles and the cloth wadded between her teeth hadn’t been much to bite down on. Her tits felt numb after a while but hurt like hell in the meantime, and she was crying too hard to look and see if they were bleeding. “Goddamn…” Katelyn said, “I haven’t seen you go that savage in a long time.” “Don’t forget, we still have the feet.” “If only I had my riding crop.” She sighed. “This’ll tits do.” Master whipped Megan’s right sole three times in a row and she howled into her gag. It was equally torturous when he struck her left one and the blows only got worse from there. She flexed her ankles hard against the rope tying them together, but that only offered a minor and temporary relief from the cane’s brutal punch. The whacking noises of polypropylene-on-skin were music to her small captors’ ears, as were her cries. They loved watching her pull on her ropes in vain and trash her head about, knowing damn well that she wasn’t going to budge an inch. Towards the end, Master took more time in between lashes in order to drag the beating out for as long as possible. The last four blows were aimed right in the center arch, where her most sensitive flesh was, earning mature him some juicy wails and extra tears from his slave. Megan strained her throat from screaming so hard and nearly passed out. She had never cried this intensely before in her life and honestly didn’t know how she would be able to sustain the upcoming punishment. One thing was for sure: no way in hell was she going to try and escape again, at least not without a guarantee of safety. The two sadists towered over their hysterical captive and admired their work. Master had been too soft on her before, but this was as rough as he could get with his current tools. There was an elaborate dungeon back at home base stocked with every tool you could think of (including a few custom ones of their own design), bondage furniture for misbehaving slaves and some truly medieval devices. If she thought this was bad, he couldn’t wait to see her act up over there. “Where’s the power box?” Master pointed her to his goodie bag and took a seat in the lounge chair while Katelyn readied the machine for the next round. She wired the pads to the main unit and greased them up with electro adhesive before attaching them strategically to Megan’s body. One on each inner thigh, teen one on each axillary nerve in the armpit, and the last two went on the injured soles of her feet. “Alright, here we go.” Master said. “Fifty shocks – and since there’s six pads, I guess it’s technically three hundred shocks, but oh well,” they paused to grin at each other. Katelyn started off by turning the power box to its simplest big setting, ‘on’, which created a mild buzz that still made Megan groan. And with that, the Perverted Hooded Man pushes the tip of his cock, an inch deep. "I don't think I'll ever forget it, it was amazing, fantastic, wonderful." “Look at me” I said with a soft voice. "Come in." She said, red faced. I gasped as I felt my juices and the last of her cum being drawn out of the deepest parts of my cunt. Lana retrieved my glass, filled it with ice and bourbon, set it on the table beside me and walked big to the door. Most of the athletes were blaming Zane, until his gymnastics teammates heard his story and started to spread it around, as well as the cheerleaders spreading their version, where Nikki was to blame. A tingle rippled through me. He fucked girls. You mature go say hi to my mother, I'll go get tits your drink. Ben’s cum leaked out of her tortured asshole and onto the aisle carpet. She drove her large girl-dick in and out of my cunt. Julie was on the brink of cumming when she felt Mary's hand on the vibrator slowing the movement from the frantic plunging Julie had been performing seconds earlier. As we both came down, she commented “most men don't do that” to which I replied “do what?” small she replied “eat their own cum”. The time there was our individual “me” time. The o-ring gag broke in her mouth and she was able to spit it out. Normally, I liked to get home as teen soon as I could so I could masturbate my virgin pussy.