When he finished he secured her ankle cuff to the peg. He did the same to the other side. That left Scotia with her hands stretched near the ground in... the front of the saw horse, and feet slightly behind her hands and a few inches off the floor.“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” Lifting her chin with a finger he forced her to look at him. “This is an improvised whipping bench.“Try not to scream too much or I’ll gag you.”“What---What about my safe word?”“As I said, try not to scream.”Then Mark. Soon he put his hand back on mine and moved my fist faster. He then got to moaning that he was cumming and not to stop rubbing. I kept rubbing as his whole bogy went stiff and white stuff shot out the end of his thing.What was that stuff I asked him? Its cum sis, it comes out of a boys balls, I have it rub it a lot cause it hurts if I don’t drain them. He held himself and stood there and peed. It was so kool boys can pee standing up I thought to myself.Sis can I ask you a favor? I guess so what. Then the tug dock it, so that it was in a spot where a gate could be closed on it. When that was done the water was pumped out. The idea was to get it out of the water to do the work. It was all kind of new territory to him. He had never built a home on a barge, but he was looking forward to the experimenting. I didn't mind as long as it didn't turn into a million dollar project. I didn't want to be buying him all new equipment. Equipment he would use to repeat the build later. I planned to. It appeared as if Veeresha had lived in this place not knowing how long. One wall next to a door was a calendar. On top of it, two words were written in bold ‘Sex Count’. Then on each date column, there were lines.The lines were drawn to just the first four days of the month. Still, there were more than thirty lines. Indicating that she was fucked at least thirty times in the last four days. It was a prison for her. But it appeared as if she had gotten used to it as there were no expressions on.