The Orchid Operation
Copyright© 2025 by Rose Garden
Chapter 12: Into The Woods
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 12: Into The Woods - Hidden on the planet exists a facility that specializes in rehabilitating forgotten, worthless members of society into something more useful for their betters. A young girl finds herself a prisoner of this facility, faced with daily torment at the hands of six violent sadists who want nothing more than to watch her squirm and scream for their delight. This is a collection of short stories, each containing new and erotic delights. These stories can be read in any particular order
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft NonConsensual Slavery BiSexual Fiction Vignettes Science Fiction BDSM DomSub Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Polygamy/Polyamory Infantilization Caution Violence
CATHERINE, Status: MOTHER. Log 012. SUBJECT 0601,
I have been informed of Subject 0601’s egregious disobedience revolving around her rectal stretching orders. Lucky for her, I am a forgiving soul, and I have decided to take a few extra hours out of my day in order to instruct her to stretch properly. After recruiting the help of two gracious guards, I will force Subject 0601 into stretching by pushing her physical pain receptors to the brink. From the get-go, I plan on humiliating Subject 0601 into a state of hypnotic psychological torture, ensuring that she will obey without even realizing. If she fails to enter this state, then she will be promptly punished. I am hardly worried, however; the girl isn’t strong enough to put up much of a fight.
I shot upright with a violent gasp. My body was slick with a cold sweat that forced my ragged clothes to cling to my body like wet paper mache. The lights in my cell hadn’t turned back on yet, leaving me encased in darkness as I scrambled up to my feet. I tried my hardest to force my eyes to get accustomed to the pitch black of the room and ripped my shirt off of my stomach to get a better look at the skin underneath. I ran my fingers up and down my belly in search of the wound that I knew I had, for a fact, seen carved into my skin.
What was that place? Was that ANASTASIS? I shuddered at the memory of all those doctors putting their hands on me, forcing me down against the table until I was lulled back to a painful sleep. How long ago was that? Days? Weeks? It could have easily been months.
My lungs deflated with a weary sigh, and I collapsed onto the stone floor beneath me. My knees ached upon impact, yet I didn’t pull myself into a more comfortable position. Despite the dust and dirt and grime that coated the ground in thick layers, there was comfort to be found in its cold surface. I sat there for a long while, forcing myself to relive everything I had just been through. I recalled the roaches, of course (how couldn’t I?), and how Winters used whatever didn’t fit into my ass to pump my stomach with instead. Somewhere during that time, the adrenaline he gave me had worn off, and I must have passed out from shock. Then after that, all I remembered was waking up on the table before being knocked out all over again. I groaned, burying my face in my hands. If only I could have fought the drugs somehow. I needed to explore that facility more. A mental map might just be the key to finding a way out of there. Back to Dad ... My lights suddenly flashed on with a horrible snapping noise. I swallowed a scream as the room became engulfed in a crisp white light, able to illuminate every single corner, crack, and crevice so as to keep me from hiding. Stumbling back onto my cot, I had only seconds to prepare myself before my door was unlocked and opened.
Catherine stepped inside, wearing sporty clothes and a deep scowl. She glared at me in silence as she approached me. A riding crop was looped around her belt, along with a bundle of thick, heavy rope. Once she had positioned herself inside of the open doorway, cutting off my only exit, she finally spoke.
“Your father told me about your performance,” she snapped, holding her voice low. No matter how hard she tried, Catherine just wasn’t as intimidating as her peers. Of course, she was just as violent, if not more so. But without her weapons and restraints, I likely wouldn’t have a reason to cower in fear.
I kept my lips glued shut, unsure how she wanted me to respond. Was I supposed to be kissing her ass, or would she see right through that? There was a familiar glint in her eyes that I recalled seeing when she was stuffing my holes with tea ingredients and creaming at the sight of her wicked revenge. Was she still angry with me for her punishment? If anyone deserved to be angry, it was me.
“Well?” She snapped, folding up her arms over her chest. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Still, I kept quiet. I liked toying with her. Catherine had an incredibly short temper, and she didn’t seem all that ashamed to make it known. It wouldn’t be long before her face started turning bright red and her hands would be on me, itching to bring me pain. My instincts told me to play along and be the obedient little daughter she wanted me to be. But a niggling voice in the back of my head whispered that I ought to dig my heels into the ground and make her work for my submission.
Catherine gritted her teeth together like a rabid dog. She muttered, “Damned brat,” under her breath before she pounced on me. In one single swipe, she managed to grab my shirt by the collar and rip it clean off of my body, rendering it to shreds. By the time I had even a moment to process what was happening, I was already being pushed against my bed as Catherine’s hand swiped my cheek. Like a toddler throwing a tantrum, Catherine struck me over and over again, sometimes slapping my face or my breasts and sometimes tugging at my hair until several strands popped out. I think she was screaming at me, but after my skull had hit the stone wall one too many times, I stopped being able to hear her clearly.
Before I knew it, I was being thrown into the hallway, where I stumbled onto the ground, curling up into a ball. Two guards flanked me on either side, wearing devilish grins and rock-hard boners as I struggled up to my knees. Catherine stood in the doorway, smoothing out her shirt with a huff, then looked to the guards and nodded as she handed them the bundle of rope around her waist.
Within seconds, I was being yanked back up to my feet so hard that I was worried my arms were going to pop out of their sockets. One guard snapped at me to hold still as I wobbled, pinning my wrists together in front of my neck, where his colleague tied the three appendages together. My hands hung limp in front of my face, barely able to droop more than an inch or two before the sturdy rope was cutting into my neck and gagging me. The long end of the rope was left to act as a leash and given to the guard with the longest stride. I struggled to keep up with him down the long, narrow hallway, all while keenly aware that Catherine was clipping the crop from her belt.
With a loud snap, the crisp leather fold of the crop struck my bare back, forcing my teeth to grit together to keep from shouting. I desperately tried quickening my pace to avoid Catherine’s nonstop blows, but she was always faster. She had the legs to outrun me, even if I wasn’t tied up.
One after another, Catherine cropped me over and over again until I could feel my back was beginning to welt and bleed. I forced all of my screams back into my chest before they could break free. I’d rather Catherine see me cry than to gain the satisfaction of hearing my pain echo down the corridor. Catherine kept shouting obscenities that I didn’t care to listen to—violent, furious curses at how my stubbornness was keeping my asshole so tight. The session hadn’t even started yet, and she was already trying to break me.
But I wasn’t having it. Not for a second. My face was hot with anger as Catherine had her way with my backside until finally— I froze. My legs stamped into place, tugging my throat and wrists against the guard as he tried to drag me along. But I refused and dug my heels into the ground like a stubborn mule. Just like how I should have from the beginning.
“What is this, young lady?!” Catherine snapped. She took a fistful of my hair and yanked me back to cut my airflow and force our eyes to meet.
I scoffed, glaring her up and down. “Go fuck yourself, Mom.”
Catherine was stunned into wide-eyed silence for a moment. She stared at me as if I had just told her how she was going to die. But then that same glint of sadism flickered in her eyes, and her face became mutilated with a bone-chilling scowl.
“Oh? You want to be difficult, do you?” She jabbed back.
Still holding my hair, Catherine dragged me into the closest empty cell—completely identical to mine—and threw me onto the bed. I paused, lying on my stomach, as I was half expecting her to start beating me again. But instead, I watched from the corner of my eye as she turned to the two guards and gestured inside.
“Have your way with her, boys,” she invited, stepping out of the men’s way. “If my daughter doesn’t want to submit to her mother, then she will suffer for it. That has always been the LILEE way.”
“No!” I shrieked. I tried bolting to my feet, but one guard pinned me back to the cot with just his palm while the other was ripping off my pants.
I writhed between them, completely nude and helpless, as one guard took the responsibility of pinning me to the bed, while the other unzipped his fly and shimmied down his pants. I watched in helpless horror as his cock sprang out to greet me, already hard enough to stand on its own. Once more, I shrieked—letting my voice carry as far as it would go—but the sound did nothing to keep that man’s filthy, fat, slimy cock out of my dewy cunt.
“STOP!” I screeched, flailing my legs to force the man away. “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”
But the guard didn’t speak. Neither of them said a thing, not in the presence of Catherine, who was watching the whole thing go down from the comfort of the doorway. She wore a twisted grin, studying my petrified girlhood as it prepared itself for the unwanted intrusion.
“I can’t believe you’re already wet,” Catherine teased. She let out a cackling laugh. “My little girl is such a fucking slut. I’d almost be proud if it wasn’t so pathetic. Tell me, Whore, do you want this man to rape you?”
I began feverishly shaking my head. I could feel the tip of his cock throbbing with anticipation as he awaited Catherine’s command.
“No!” I wailed, digging my head into the paper-thin mattress.
“You don’t? Then why are you so fucking wet?!” Catherine laughed again and wiped away a delighted tear. She caught a glimpse of the half-naked guard’s eye, then nodded with a smile. “Go on, then. Her pussy won’t torture itself.”
“NO!” I screamed, going straight back to writhing. “NO, PLEASE! PLEASE, DON’T—NNNNGH ... HHHNNNN—AAAHHHH!!”
The guard entered inside of me with a single, unceremonious shove until his cock was so deep that we were both screaming. I guess he hadn’t anticipated that I would be so inhumanly tight, because regret wrapped his face from the moment he began thrusting his member in and out.
It didn’t matter how many different people raped my privates; I never got over the feeling of it. Not just the pain—the burning sensation that entrapped me, the ripping of my flesh, or the soreness in my bones that quickly followed—but the humiliation, too. I was an object at their disposal. A tool with soft holes to be pummeled and a mouth to be gagged.
“Faster,” Catherine snapped.
The guard picked up speed, giving his buddy a nightmare to work with as the eruptive agony sent me flying into convulsions and screams for mercy. Catherine hardly batted an eye at my fight. She was much more focused on watching the guard, who had twisted up his beet-red face with an uncomfortable grimace. I could feel his throbbing cock was mangled up inside of me like it had been knotted over and over inside of the small space.
“Please...” The guard said with a strained voice. “I can’t...”
His hips were struggling to keep up with the nonstop pace he had created. It was so fast, in fact, that it had left me completely numb from head to toe. All I could do was lie there, trapped in stillness as I stared up at the ceiling. The sound of my agonized groans and sniffles just barely drowned out the guard’s high-pitched squeals of pain.
Catherine’s eye twitched. Donning her crop, she spanked the guard’s bare ass over and over until he broke with a single tear and glued his lips back shut.
“Finish inside of her,” Catherine snapped. She held her lips close to the guard’s ear, letting her hot, angry breaths tickle his hair.
The guard nodded through his tears, pumping me nonstop for what felt like a blinding eternity until a steamy, vile sludge clogged up my insides and sent shock waves of panic racing through my veins. A thankful gasp burst free from my chest as the guard yanked his mutilated meat out of me. His shaft was covered in purple and red splotches, as if it had been folded up so tight that it couldn’t get proper blood flow. But he wasn’t nearly as big as Raven or Winters. So how the hell could they fuck me with no issues?
Catherine yanked on the guard’s cock to better examine it with a scowl. He seethed in pain, balling his hands into fists as she tugged the staff harder and harder away from his plump, hairy balls.
“Something else to be stretched,” she muttered under her breath. Our gazes met as I began sitting up. Her lips twitched with a frown, and she motioned for the guard beside me to throw me to the ground.
I hit the cobblestone with a curse, finding myself planted at Catherine’s feet. She glared down at me and slid out of her kitten heels, brandishing her foot, which wore a thin, flesh-colored stocking—a surprise to see, given the appearance of her activewear-like outfit.
“Beg for forgiveness, and I won’t make the other one rape you as well,” she said coldly.
I nodded and planted my trembling lips to her toes. I could feel them wriggling around instinctively, as if my trembling breath was enough to tickle them.
“I’m so sorry, Mother,” I said through waves of tears. “I was out of line. It won’t happen again.”
Catherine sucked her teeth, ruminating over my apology. Before I could get a solid read on her reaction, she pulled back her foot and kicked me so hard in my side that I forced myself to swallow the vomit that came crawling up my throat.
“Out of line,” she repeated with a scoff. “You aren’t educated enough to speak like that. You were naughty, slave. Say it.”
“I was naughty, Mother,” I corrected, going right back to kissing her feet. I tried my best to maintain eye contact as I began to kiss and suckle her toes. “I’m so, very sorry.”
Catherine let out a long, tired sigh. Tucking her foot back into her shoe, she said, “I suppose that’ll suffice for now. But believe me, little girl, I won’t be so generous the next time.”
Generous.
What a fucking bitch. If I wasn’t still choking on my own sobs, I would have ripped her apart. At least, I would have liked to. But I still had the issue of the guards by my side. One of them was angry for not getting a taste of my body, while the other one was angry because he got too much of a taste. Either way, I could feel their ire radiating off of them as they shoved me into the elevator. I tugged against the rope around my neck, stifling a yelp as my throat knotted closed. By the time I gave myself enough leeway to breathe, another rope was being tied around my waist, cinching it tight enough to bury the rough texture deep into my skin.
“I’m not taking any chances with you again,” Catherine snarled. She pulled a black leather blindfold from her jacket’s breast pocket and clasped it tight around my head until my world was encased in pure shadow.
I could feel my ropes were being led in opposite directions, ensuring that both the guard in front of me and the guard behind me had a firm grip. Catherine muttered something under her breath about my previous escape attempt and then something else about extra snipers. I felt my mouth run dry at the memory of being shot down by one of those creeps. The agonizing pain that erupted from my leg, made all the worse when Winters cauterized the wound with iron that was so hot it was almost molten, still felt fresh inside of my mind as if it had just happened the day before.
The memory clung to me as I was guided out of the elevator and onto a cold tile floor. The room’s air conditioning molested my bare skin, exploring every trembling crack and crevice. It clung to the juices trickling down my legs—both mine and the guard’s—and sent goosebumps running across my body that were so thick, they enveloped me.
In the distance, I could hear hushed snickers and snide comments as I passed; everyone was whispering behind me like I was being bullied in a library. Though I couldn’t hear what they were saying, I knew they were talking about me. That was the culture of that horrible place. Even though everyone who worked in that facility had seen countless naked bodies, likely thousands and thousands of times, they never missed their chance to ogle and mock every poor subject that passed their way.
At least the whispers came to a halt when I was brought outside. The air was thick and humid, more so than the last time. I could tell it was sometime in the early morning, judging by the smell of fresh dewdrops in the air and the subtle dampness of the gravel beneath my feet. The tiny rocks were almost too sharp to walk on, and I stumbled and hissed as the guards had to tug me forward to get me to move. I could feel some of the rocky shrapnel splintering my skin and dressing the bottoms of my feet in tendrils of fresh blood. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was glass hidden in the ground to try and circumvent any more subject escape attempts.
“Down the path,” Catherine snapped at the guards, who were swift to make a jarring change of direction. I stumbled between them like a kite bobbing in a windy sky and swallowed a whimper when the gravel disappeared beneath me and turned into sharp sticks, tree roots, and damp, packed dirt.
Why was she taking me into the woods? Was I going to be executed? Killed via firing squad? I nearly asked, but I could still feel the horrible sting in my back from her fit with the riding crop earlier, so I kept my questions to myself.
Deeper and deeper the four of us trekked, walking in utter silence. The only noise to fill my ears was the sound of our heavy footprints and the distant rustling of the leaves in the morning breeze. For a moment, it almost felt serene. Until we stopped walking.
“Alright,” Catherine said with a huff. The guards came to a sudden halt on her command.
Not long after, her long, skinny fingers searched my hair for the blindfold’s buckle before bringing light back to my vision. I sucked in a sharp breath as the force of the breeze burned my eyes.
Just as I had suspected, I had been brought to the woods. Deep in the woods, too. I couldn’t see anything surrounding us but miles and miles of trees. The path we took from the facility was still clear, its opening beckoning me forth. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew that it was likely well-guarded and it would be entirely too risky for me to try and make a break for it.
I tried examining the clearing that I had been brought to, recognizing that there was some fashion of a torture setup waiting for me, but before I could bring my eyes to adjust properly to the dim sunlight that poured down on us from above, Catherine shoved me to the ground with a grunt. With my hands tied to my neck, I was unable to catch myself before landing face-first into the dirt. I had to wriggle like a worm in hopes of getting back upright, but the fight was futile.
“Stay down,” Catherine hissed.
I glanced behind me as she snapped the cuff of a long white latex glove around her elbow. Her fingers writhed inside of the gloves like snakes. My body surged with nausea, knowing what was coming next.
Catherine grinned, watching the color drain from my face. “Ass up, whore. And relax your muscles.”
For a split second, I chewed on my lip to stifle a groan as Catherine began positioning my hips into the air, but then I quickly changed my mind and braced myself to scream instead. With no lubrication—just how she likes it—Catherine poked two fingers into my asshole, feeling up my insides for a moment before she hooked onto my entrance like I was a slab of meat in a butcher’s freezer.
“Nnnnngghhh ... P-please,” I whimpered.
Catherine was quick to snap back. “Quiet.”
With just the two fingers alone, Catherine managed to pry open my asshole wide enough, tearing at the skin that puckered around my entrance, to give her fist a reasonably sized gap to fit through. I kicked my legs in protest and broke with a shriek that startled a nest of birds not too far away.
“PLEASE!” I repeated, pulling my voice up from a place so deep in my chest that it cracked as I screamed. “MOTHER, PLEASE! IT ... Nnnnghhh—Aaaahh—AAAAHH! IT HURTS! PLEASE STOP!”
“BE QUIET!” Catherine roared back, spanking my ass with her free hand while the other one sank deeper and deeper inside of me. “God! I can barely fit inside of here! What was your father doing yesterday? You’ve barely stretched at all!”
“Please stop,” I whispered.
“Don’t make me tell you again, brat,” Catherine said. I could feel her fist clenching tighter, as if ready to begin punching my guts into submission. With a scoff, she tried one last time to squeeze in another inch of her wrist, but it was no good. “You just keep springing back. Are you purposefully trying to disobey us?”
“No, Mother!” I cried through waves of tears. “I just can’t take it! I can’t stretch!”
“You’ll learn,” she said in a deep, damning voice. Then, with another huff and a brief pause, Catherine yanked her fist out of me so hard that I crumbled into the dirt, which had slurried into mud thanks to my tears.
As she peeled off her gloves, Catherine cocked her head towards the guards and snapped, “Set her up.”
The two men hoisted me up by my arms and dragged my limp body across the forest floor. I forced my head back up to face my fate, finding that I was being brought over to a human-sized fire pit topped with a heavy metal grate, where four sturdy posts were made to dangle my body above the flames. Lucky for me, the pit wasn’t yet on fire, which made hoisting me up with heavy ropes just a little bit easier. I was tied face-down with each of my limbs outstretched like a star. My body hung perfectly flat, able to keep such a taut shape at a severe expense to the sockets of my limbs, which each felt like they were about to pop out at a moment’s notice.
“The fresh air is good for you,” Catherine said as she closely inspected the knots that held me together. “It’ll relax you. But only subconsciously, of course. Hopefully it’ll be enough that we can finally get some work done.”
I whimpered, feeling each and every gust of the light breeze torment my body with shivers. From my position, I was unable to properly struggle against the restraints without having to flail my entire body like a fish out of water. I had no doubt that moving around so awkwardly would totally drain my energy, and the fight would be completely pointless. Catherine had mentioned something about extra snipers, which easily could have been a lie made to keep me in check, but there were still at least a few of them hidden in the trees. And I had a feeling that they wouldn’t just shoot me in the leg like last time. Though if I could ensure I’d suffer a quick, painless death via gunshot to the head, then maybe putting up a solid fight would be worth it.
“I have something special to show you,” Catherine said with a hum in her voice, interrupting my scheming. She fished out a small black box from a large container that had been left in the trees waiting for us. The box looked strangely fancy, like it was full of fine jewelry. But when Catherine popped open the latches and showed me its contents, I felt my heart plummet out of my chest.
“What are they?” I whispered.
Catherine chuckled, gazing down at her bounty. “Sheaths. Sleeves. Whatever you want to call them. I call them ‘motivation.’”
Inside the box sat a healthy collection of thick silicone tubes, each approximately half a foot long. They sat in a scale from left to right, each covered in their own unique collection of sharpened spikes, tough plastic bristles, and even scraps of broken glass and rocks.
“As you’ve probably already guessed,” Catherine said, studying my pallid face. “These will fit nicely around the cocks of the two gentlemen who escorted you here today. Should you prove too difficult, I will choose one of these sleeves specifically according to the severity of your disobedience and give it to one of the men to wear. Which hole the guard will use the sleeve to rape you in is entirely up to him, however. So please keep that in mind. Have I made myself clear?”
I nodded, swallowing a sob. “Yes, Mother.”
Catherine made an unimpressed noise. “Not good enough. Beg for me, brat.”
“Beg for what?” I asked nervously.
Catherine hesitated before answering, carefully scanning her violent collection of toys. She chose one of two glass-covered sheaths and wrapped it around her fingers. Setting the box on my flattened back, she slowly teased the glass shards against my stomach, watching my muscles recoil as my skin began to split.
“Beg for discipline,” she said to me sternly. “Beg to be shaped into a proper slut. Beg to be put in so much pain that your body has no other choice but to submit. Do you understand what I am asking?”
Tears dribbled off of my nose and lips as Catherine slowly began putting more and more pressure against my stomach. I watched my blood drip down into the wood hidden beneath the grate of the fire pit below. It was then that I realized the wood looked unburnt and ready for use.
“Please discipline me, Mother,” I whispered, unable to speak louder than the wind itself. “Please make me into the slut I was born to be. I’ll stop resisting. I’ll be a good slave, I promise.”
“More,” she snapped.
“Please—AARGH!” The glass snagged on my skin, forcing Catherine to have to yank it out with a juicy squelching sound. A chunk of my skin dangled off of my ribs, begging to become feed for the fire.
“MORE,” Catherine repeated, shouting into my ear.
“Please hurt me!” I screamed through fits of tears. “Please make me suffer! Oh god ... Please, please, please ... I’ll stretch for you. I’ll worship you! I’ll be whatever you want me to be ... Please...”
“Hm.” Catherine paused, then smiled with pride. Running her fingers through my hair, she muttered her approval before ripping the sheath off of me so quickly and violently that it tore even more carnage from my skin and forced a scream out from the pits of my chest.
“Excellent,” she cheered, putting the blood-soaked tool away. She passed the box to one of her two loyal helpers and cracked her knuckles with anticipation. “Then let’s not wait any longer. We have a lot to get through today. So just relax your muscles for Mommy and let me do all the work. Just focus on stretching your asshole.”
“Yes, Mother,” I said, having to force the words out. The pain dripping off of my stomach was so rich that it forced my breaths to come out in heavy gusts. It made speaking an almost impossible chore.
“Mommy,” Catherine corrected, flashing me a cruel glare.
“Sorry, Mommy,” I blurted out.
She made another disapproving noise. “Don’t make that mistake again.”
“Yes, Mommy. Sorry, Mommy.”
Catherine sucked her teeth and disappeared back into her container of secrets off to the side. For a moment, I could have sworn I heard her whisper “kiss ass” to herself under her breath.
“We’ll start off easy,” Catherine announced. “Beginning with a toy that you should have definitely become introduced to by now. Why we waited so long before using this on you is beyond me.”
I watched in horror as Catherine slowly began pulling out feet upon feet of anal beads, each of them a little bit bigger than an inch in diameter. More and more beads kept rising from the box like the handkerchief gag trick that a birthday party magician might use.
Though I knew the consequences of speaking out of turn, I couldn’t help but ask, “How long is that?”
“Twelve feet,” Catherine answered promptly as she pulled the last of it from the box. “Each foot has eight beads on them, totaling out to ninety-eight. Believe me, there are some rare subjects that can actually fit this many inside of themselves. Though we really only use them as measuring tools. Of course, you can conjure all sorts of tug-of-war games if you string two subjects together, you know. I’ve even used this very string in a sort of... ‘Human Centipede’ between two very, very naughty children of mine.”
I shuddered, whimpering like a wounded pup as I watched Catherine disappear between my legs. My asshole puckered, suddenly remembering my parents’ aversion to any and all forms of lubrication. Sticking those in dry would be hell on earth, no doubt.
“Relax,” Catherine snapped, dragging her fingers along my hole.
She had to call on the help of one of the guards to pry open my ass cheeks, an order that he obeyed with roaring excitement. Though I thought Catherine was going to slap him when he asked if he could lube my entrance with his spit. Instead, just as I feared, Catherine began feeding one ball after another inside of me without a single drop of moisture to aid the process. My body cringed up on itself with a pained groan, feeling my guts grow heavy as each tight silicone ball made itself at home in my insides.
“I am only six balls in!” Catherine snapped, spanking me when I began sobbing too loudly.
“S-sorry, Mommy.” I groaned again, tugging against the rope. “Owww! Oh god, it hurts so much!”