She was still enjoying the feeling of cumming when she was rudely disturbedby a new torture, the branch bit into the flesh of her tits with even moref...erocity than it had done on her ass. Fresh tears sprung from her eyes andthe screams resumed as the relentless whipping of her tender young tits continued,not an inch of them were left unmarked, he alternated the strokes between thetop, bottom and sides of them. Large welts quickly rose where the twig hadhit, bruises forming where the thicker. “You fucked my wife!” he said.“Yes, and don’t you think I should get a pass on that one. I mean given our history?” I said. The man looked down.“I guess,” he said.“You guess! You forced me to suck your cock, butt fucked me, and left me humiliated, naked and alone on the floor of that damn shower room!” I said.“Your buddy Mantea got even for you,” he said.“Even? Not hardly,” I said. “Question, does your wife know about the stuff you did to guys like me in there?”“Yes, and no. I never told her. The tears and the brightness of the light still kept her from seeing anything.The man grabbed her arm and pulled her across the floor. The zip ties were cut open and Lisa was pulled onto her feet. She immediately fell over since her feet and arms were completely numb from being tied."Haha, look at you slave. Look at you. That's what I like to see"Lisa finally found her air again and shouted: "Slave? Who are you bastard?!" I'm your owner now so better behave"Another kick to Lisas stomache ended. ”“Sure you’re sorry but I’m…...” Mom? Oh god no. It can’t be. Jeremy? No it can’t be. It’s has to be Greg. “Jeremy? Is that you?” With dread I recognized Jeremy’s voice. “It’s me mom.” “What are you doing in here? Why didn’t you say something? How could you do this?”“I’m sorry mom. I tried to tell you it was me. Every time I tried to say anything you told me to shut up and….you know, do it.” My rage quickly melted away with guilt taking its place. He’s right. This is all my fault. I could tell.