A Hundred Whips And Counting "Where am I?" I think. I get up. I'm in a small, dark room. My hands and feet are bound in rope. "I'm a prisoner, aren't I?" The door opens. A man and a woman walk in. The man unties me and turns on a light. The woman is fully nude, and the man Is dressed in a nice suit. "Alex, come here." The woman walks over. She has blond hair and brown eyes. "Yes, master?" She looks scared. The man unzips his fly and pushes Alex to the ground. He sits down on a red cushy chair and Alex sucks his cock. "Come, girl. Tell me your name." "Marie." He removes my top and shorts. He then pings of my bra and slips down my undies. "Marie, sit on the top of the chair." I do as he says. He pulls me closer to his head and starts eating my pussy. After a few minutes,I get off him and put on my underwear and shirt. I run for the door and open it, when two bodyguards come in. "Fifty whips. Now!" The bodyguard on the left undresses me while the one on the right gets handcuffs from his pocket. He puts them on me and hangs them on a chain with a hook at the end dangling from the ceiling. My feet can barely touch the ground, even with my arms fully outstretched. The left bodyguard binds my feet. The other one picks up two whips. "Fifty. Each, or total?" "What the hell, right? Each," laughs the man. His bodyguards hit me until I'm passed out. And keep hitting me until a hundred. After I wake up, I'm bound again. I won't run from the man anymore, I already have enough scars.