By the time Millie realised what had happened it was too late. Kidnapped, strung up, dangling like a

By the time Millie realised what had happened it was too late. Kidnapped, strung up, dangling like a fly in a web, she could only watch as women filed into the large room and began to take turns flogging and whipping the poor girl, her sobs and screams filling the soundproofed room as her pale skin turned red and purple with welts and bruises. Occasionally one would walk over, hike up her skirt and push Millie’s tear drenched face into a hairy stinky, soaking pussy, rubbing on the girl’s pretty face while the beating continued.

After, she was hosed down, let down, fed, watered and locked in a cage until the next night when it would happen all over again.