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The whipping continued in earnest as soon as she returned. She stopped several times, breathing heavily from the exhaustion. I wondered then what might happen if she had a heart attack. As much as I wanted her dead jizz I was afraid that I’d join her long before a passer-by might find us. She washed me down with vinegar oriental again sperm once she was done then she led me by the leash to the cage. She forced me to back in and locked the leash tightly to one of the bars in the cage’s top. “Good thinking, Marge; if I fall asleep I’ll strangle myself. I’m no good to you dead, am I?” This time it was my turn to laugh. “Even worse, even a blind coroner would be able to figure out how I died and once they learn that Michael went on my honeymoon with Lori they’ll know exactly where to look for my killer.” Marge gave the matter a little thought before unlocking the padlock and pulling the choke collar over my head. The padlock was used to secure the cage and she turned to go. “I told Lori not to sign that damned pre-nup. Without that we could arrange a little accident in the woods…hunting, maybe. Lori looks really good in black. Then we could sell your business and live on easy street for the rest of our lives.” No, I wasn’t of any use to them dead. My will left everything I owned to my parents and to my sister, Gail. Under the pre-nup Lori was unable to get her hands on my business under any circumstances—death, divorce, or even if I mysteriously disappeared. Thanks, Dad—that was a great idea. I watched Marge disappear through the barn’s door. Her final words were, “It will get just cold enough tonight japanese to make you very uncomfortable and I’m sure the insects will eat you alive. I’ll break you easily. You’re even softer than I had thought. Sleep well, slave.” Then she cackled again, her laugh reminding me of Margaret Hamilton as the Wicked Witch of the West in “The Wizard of Oz.” There was no pad in the cage and the space was really tight so I was lying on the hard steel bars no matter how I tried to position myself. I finally found a minimally uncomfortable position on my right side. Even then I had to be careful not to press my cum back against the bars on the side. I did that several times in my shallow sleep, waking me immediately. The flies and mosquitoes feasted on my raw back and butt all night. That first day set the pattern for the next four days. Marge would show up mid morning and whip me for two to three hours than leave me hanging while she went to lunch. I was fed her scraps and I always ate everything she gave me and drank all of the water. After lunch she would whip me again for hours before my vinegar bath and locking me away for the night. Then, on the fifth day she introduced something new—what she called “dildo training.” She forced a big rubber dildo into my mouth, shocking my balls repeatedly when I either refused or showed reluctance, which was every time. Either my body was growing accustomed to the shocks or the battery was running down, but I felt the shocks much less than I had that first morning when Lori had surprised me. Truthfully, I barely felt the whipping after the third day. My body was numb from the thousands of welts the whip had caused. I could understand how a normal man who experienced a normal range of pain could be destroyed by this treatment, but I was even more stubborn then than I had been when this torture had begun. Then on the eighth day there was another change. I had moved my bowels and emptied my bladder every night whether I wanted to or not. My lower body reeked from the coating of shit and my upper body stunk from sweat. Instead of whipping me Marge proceeded to wash me down from head to toe. “You know what wench, why don’t you just eat me!” Laura retorted in the cum same shrill voice. “My sister and I had sex last night.” I shuddered at that incestuous menage. It wasn’t great head, but head is head. “really?” I was a bit shocked “why would she do that?” I sucked in a deep breath, my eyes fluttering. When Tyrone came by that day to collect her funds, she relayed to him what Mr. Jensen japanese had said. He had an evil smile as he ran his finger across my sensitive thighs, coming ever so close to my pussy but never touching it. Hitting the entrance of her fertile young oriental womb. “That's right. Mom added that she likes to watch it and play with herself. I’m 5’3”, ninety one pounds, skinny, with a little less than sperm A cup tits, more or less “bumps” with very long, very sensitive nipples, but I’m still an exhibitionist. Are jizz we going to work or fuck?