The logical thing to do was go to the police station and tell them whathappened.The trouble was, I was 11 years old and I was not feeling very logical...at the moment.I remembered a program on telly that was about kids in an orphanage andhow they had been abused by their so called carers. My mum had watchedit with me and I remembered her comment.'It's a good job you don't have to live there, honey. I'm sure not allorphanages are the same but there have been some reports of some reallybad ones. He dropped to the deck and I looked at the others. They were not moving and I relaxed and bent to strip them. I tied their hands behind their backs and pulled them to the back. I lifted and hung them on the side and went to get a carriage whip. More people had arrived to board the ferry and watched as I slapped the men awake.I moved back and used the whip to give each of them twenty lashes. I cut them down one at a time and kicked them until they ran off the ferry. I went to get our money box. So after getting a few drinks in Wendy on a Friday night they found out what is going on with Wendy. Monday they could not wait to get in my office and talk to me. Mary Beth told me that Wendy flies out on Friday night on her three day Weekends to Jamaica and has a Pimp/Master work her for three days! Michelle spontaneously blurted out “I’d like to be her” Mary Beth slapped her on the arm with a grin on her face and said “stop that”. My Mind is racing at this point. I told them to keep. I gradually became aware that I was no longer getting fucked and looked around. I looked over at Kathy. She's lying on her side, curled up and holding her stomach. I know just how she feels. My stomach hurts, too. All those cocks pounding into a girl makes you numb after a while. But when it all finally stops you become aware of the consequences of this sort of behavior. A woman pays a price when a long line of men have been ramming hard poles deep inside of the most sensitive areas of her.