"Bev; a word please," she whispered.I excused myself from Margaret's company and joined Jenny in the hall. "Outside would be better," cautioned Jenny..., "There are less ears to hear."I pulled a face as I frowned and opened the large double doors. There was no wind but it was a calm frosty evening. The moon provided plenty of light and Jenny picked her way into the orchard. There amidst the trees she divulged Vee's secret."It's about this afternoon and why Vee was crying." Go on," I. She was still conscious, but this time the shower started immediately, blasting her face and chest with water. She was fully awake now, in intense pain, twisting her head wildly to avoid the water assault to her face. The shower ended abruptly and the hooded figure returned, this time carrying in his gloved hand a long metal rod, about two inches wide and with a brightly glowing red tip. He applied the tip first to the woman’s inner thigh, then to her badly mutilated gender, before plunging. “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”Again, she alternated between left and right leg and the pain was intense. I wriggled and struggled for all I was worth as the pain hit home, but Zoe Rudd simply tightened the grip she had on me with her left arm meaning that I was going nowhere.“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”Another half a dozen slow, and full-force slaps, turned the backs of my legs a deep shade of red, Zoe’s handprints clearly visible. I cried into the cushion. It was soft. Starting down at her toes the soft thing was expertly and lovingly drawn over every toe and all over her feet. Up both sides of her calves, circling both knees and teasingly over her thighs. When it was passed over her inside thighs she began to moan in pleasure as it was drawn towards the tops of her thighs and her vulva. Gently tapping against her clit she arched her back and her breath quickened. The heat was emanating through her body, she was getting close. Now moving away and.