Frank took it by the handle and uncoiled it on the floor. Then he flicked it, gently wrapping it around his wife’s lovely, naked waist. Flicking it ...again, the coils loosened their grip on all that sexy female flesh and dropped down to the ground.Tanya reached up and grabbed the bars over the torture rack. She looked over her shoulder at her loving husband holding the bullwhip and blew him a kiss. Frank swung the whip over his head once and cracked it against her ribs.Tanya cried out, and swayed. . we've tried everything to help you growinto a productive individual, to help you become your own man and leaveyour mark on the world. But every time, you've squandered thoseopportunities. And with the kind of life you're leading, I don't see anyway you could possibly become a productive member of society. So, I'mhoping that with your 'death,' you can be reborn as someone better, whohas discipline and respect for others."Grant was still confused. He didn't have any idea what all of that hadto. Her eyes flashed open and tears welled. “No,” she whispered.“No, what, sweetheart?”“Get off me, please!” She struggled under him and almost succeeded in bucking him off.He pulled out and knelt up. “What’s wrong?” She ignored him and curled into a ball, her prayer barely audible over her tears.“Please, God, let me be barren!”Without a word, he eased himself out of their bedroll and let her cry herself to sleep.A rough hand shook her awake and she sat up, wiping sand from her eyes. Caleb was. Tanya cried out wildly and arched her back, welcoming her husband’s cock inside her with another orgasm. A coyote in the distance cried out in reply, but neither of them cared, or even heard it. Frank ran his hands down the front of her stomach, brushing aside and/or squashing dozens of mosquitoes in the process, leaving her sensitive skin smeared with fresh, itchy blood.“Scratch me, damn you!” Tanya cried out at him. “It itches!”Frank shook his head, not believing the things Tanya would do for.