If he did the front yard first it would take him almost forty-five minutes to finish the front and the back. It was a nice day, not too hot, so he wou...ld take his time.I left my room wearing only my shorts. I cocked my head and listened for her. She was coming up the stairs from the basement. I went to the top of the stairs and waited for her. The laundry basket hung below her t-shirt-covered breasts and above her shorts-covered pussy. Her slender hands grasped the handles of the green plastic. Next he aimed for her inner thigh, flicking the whip quite a bit harder. The rubber was soft and didn't hurt much, but there was a definite sting this time, especially as the skin was more tender and a lingering red line marked her pale skin.He was confident now and lashed out at both her inner thighs indiscriminately, the blows landing high and low, sometimes even grazing her delicate lips. Her legs were criss-crossed with pink streaks and she was trembling.She wasn't in real pain, the rubber. I winced from the pain and was forced to bend over to lessen it. The guard yanked me up into a more upright position and removed my mask, tossing it to the floor. I was grateful that my ex-soldiers and cadets could not see who I was and the way my face was contorted in pain. I looked up at the man through my eyelashes. “Do what you will.” I hissed hoarsely before yelping as the guard holding me pushed upwards on my arm suddenly, sending a jolt of pain through my shoulder. I gritted my teeth. I got up and walked over to what Danielle had used for her half of the room. Her smell permeated everything, from the curtains to the scraps of paper on the floor. I forced myself not to cry, because if I started, I knew I wouldn’t stop until I’d fallen asleep, probably clutching a pillow that still smelled like her. I picked up her backpack and began to rummage through it. Luckily, Danielle was a pack rat and never threw any paper away. This included to my elation, a copy of a registration.
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