Had I slept at all? I wasn't sure - my memory of the previous night seemed like one long episode of aching, shivering discomfort. Hour by long hour, the cage had seemed to shrink, until I'd felt like a contortionist; sometimes I'd been aware of him, sleeping comfortably in the large bed above me, and had hoped that perhaps he'd wake and relent. But the night wore on and my hope faltered.
Finally, I must have slept, because I woke up, stiff, confused and heavy headed, aware that I was much colder than before. As memories of the previous day flooded back, I realised afresh taht I was indeed locked in a cage, and that my blanket had now been removed. Furthermore, my feet had been cuffed outside the bars, and as he suddenly loomed over me (the ever present cameras recording everything) I saw that he'd unclipped the vile black strap from his belt. the significance of my feet becing secured outside the cage occured to me suddenly, and to my shame I started to beg him, desperately, not to resume with yesterdays most feared punishment...
Bastinado on unbruised flesh is really awful, but honestly, it's nothing when compared to being whipped on feet which are already marked and tender from a previous beating. it was terrible, and within seconds I was screaming wildly. He paused, and stupidly I allowed myself to hope that he was feeling sorry for me. Alas, he had merely picked up a gag to silence me with. How I hated gages! At first glance I'd assumed it was another huge ball-gag, but then with mounting horror I realised that this was a new design. The gag was in fact a thick rubber cock, mounted on a leather strap which he proceeded to ram into my protesting mouth and fasten tightly, leaving me almost choking, and squirming with humiliation to have such a sexual element introduced into the punishment.
Now the bastinado resumed, harder if anything than before, and I could do nothing to defend myself; even my most desperate screams were muffled comprehensively by the rubber cock filling my mouth, and still the strap descended, reducing my feet to furnaces of burning pain, and me to tears....
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