I was excited when Sir led me to the rack. I had wanted to experience it, but it had been in use during the event so I chose the bondage ring instead. I lay on the rack with Sir's help and he and Tom buckled the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I moaned with pleasure as the wheel was turned a bit and I felt the luscious tug-of-war it made with my body.

Sir bent over to kiss me and and compliment me on my earlier performance. I felt a rush of pleasure go through my body at the thought that I had pleased him. He spoke of pleasuring me, and I watched as he picked up a flogger. He started at my ankles, and the first stroke made me jump a little. I was halfway expecting the sweepy sting of a typical flogger, but this one was like a cross between a crop and a flogger. More stingy than the floggers that were used on me earlier, but I loved the feeling as he worked his way up my legs.

I felt like he was making love to me with the flogger. He spent some time pussy whipping me; I wanted to curl my hips up to meet the strokes but my body was stretched a bit to much to do it, making the pussy whipping more delicious because of it. My stomach was next, and I could feel my abdomen fluttering and dancing under the lashes. The heat he was putting on my skin's surface was like he was applying a warm blanket, one stroke at a time; under that blanket my body was a furnace. By the time he reached my breasts and concentrated on them for a while, I was squirming, my pussy moist and moans were escaping my lips.

Sir paused in his ministrations to mmmmmmmmmm tighten the rack a quarter turn and gave me a couple sips of gatorade.

I flinched when I heard the noise. It sounded like a small explosive. Sir turned toward the door but my view of it was blocked by his body.

I heard someone yelling, "So, think you can kick me out of this dump, eh? Not much of a chance, eh? Where is that bitch from the ring?"

At hearing the harshly spoken words my heart started pounding hard and I could feel my body tremble all over.

"All the rest of you assholes! Move over beyond that rack. Leave the subs where they are... I'll get to them all eventually. YOU! RIGGER! Get your ass out here with a bunch of cuffs and strap bands! Fasten them all!"

I saw Tom come out of the tack room with a hand full of cuffs and bands. He was moving briskly, but it seemed like it took him a while to walk the 25' to where the staff were gathered. I wondered how he was able to do that. It was fascinating and almost took my mind off of the danger we were in. Almost.

I was comforted a bit when I felt Sir pat my shoulder. My trembling quieted down a little and I took as deep a breath as I could.

My apprehension spiked again as I watched Sir get shoved over to the rest of the staff. He was cuffed and shackled to the rest of them and I worried that there was no rescue in sight. I didn't know how large Sir's security staff was. I wasn't sure if they were all down her, trapped with us or if there were others who were aware of our situation. I knew there were hidden cameras in the room, Sir had told me there were; but I sure couldn't detect any.

I turned my eyes back to the doorway and was completely dismayed to realize the man causing all this was the cruel master who had been kicked out. I watched with abject fear as he gave me a cold smile and then snapped his fingers at one of his men. A large duffle bag was placed at his feet. He was about 45' away from me, near the doorway and my breath started hitching in my throat as I saw him pull a long bullwhip out of the duffle.

I could feel my insides crawl with fear and loathing. He shook it out and walked closer, and closer, and closer. He stopped when he was about 25' away. The full length of the whip was revealed as he shook it out. It was long, incredibly long to my eyes. He swung his arm back and forth at hip height and the whip swished along the floor. Suddenly, he brought his arm up and back and 'CRACK' the whip snapped in the air about 10' from my body. I shrieked at the noise and he laughed. Tremors were making my body quiver and shake all over. I couldn't take my eyes away from the whip.

He advanced five more steps. Again the swishing along the floor. Again the arm raised up and back and 'CRACK' snapping in the air 5' from my body. The fear made me urinate and I was too afraid to be embarrassed. My teeth were chattering as I watched with horror while he took six steps forward.

I knew this time I would feel the whip land on my body. I bit the inside of my cheek hard; so hard I drew blood. I could taste the coppery liquid as I bit and bit and bit to try and keep from screaming. I didn't want to give this cruel beast the satisfaction. The whip swished along the floor, came up and in almost a slow motion effect, I saw the end of it come towards me and 'CRACK' I felt it across my ribcage. It was like being sliced open with a red hot sword. I bit my cheek hard and my head whipped up and back. When the back of my head slammed against the rack, I saw stars. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I felt as if I were turning inside out. My eyes were rolling back in my head and then I felt the second 'CRACK' of the whip. I began to choke on the blood I was drawing and coughed. I know I coughed some up and could feel the warm liquid on my chin.

I heard commotion just as the the whip landed for the third time, but I couldn't hold on any longer, I gurgled out a scream and passed out while choking on my own blood.