<strong>Vern ~ with Evie</strong><br/><br/>He gave her another back hand to send her to the floor," Yeah... when I'm ready."<br/><br/>Vern grabbed her by the chain of her ankles. He stood and walked out of her cage dragging her with him. Dragging her bound with her hands behind her on the floor. He didn't care. He wanted to beat and fuck her just as hard as she wanted. Nope. Harder.  Much harder than she wanted.<br/><br/>He dragged her past the cages of girls. They fled when they saw him. Stared wide eyed when they saw he had someone. Probably someone knew. She wasn't screaming as he took her. But she would the next time. They were sure of it. The ones he had before would bet their life on it.<br/><br/>He dragged her to the left and four doors down. Another play room. Unoccupied. He stepped in and pulled her like tossing in a sea bag to the middle of the deck. Scraped was good. He wanted her scraped up here and there. The door closed and locked her inside with him.<br/><br/>Vern bent down and grabbed Evie by the hair. There was an array of equipment. He chose something simple. Lifting her to her feet and took her to the kneeler.<br/><br/>Bent her over. Locking her in place by the leash at her neck. He clipped a chain to each hand. Then released the cuffs. Pulling her arms down over the other side of the kneeler. Tight. Stretching her.<br/><br/>Vern kicked her legs open wide. Locked her knees then unchained the shackles and pulled her open wider. Securing her ankles to the horse.<br/><br/>He went over where she could see. There was a pot. He lifted the lid and the heat of the white coals colored the air in waves as he stirred the flames up. Four handles stuck out. He lifted each one to look at the white hot brand on the other end that had been immersed in the coals. He chose two and stuck them close together. He stuck all four back in the fire.<br/><br/>"I'm gonna brand your tits when I fuck you!" He told her.<br/><br/>He closed the lid of the brazier to let that iron stay hot and walked to the wall. He chose a whip and a belt. The flogger was a second thought. He wanted to hear her scream and beg.<br/><br/>Her ass first. He came around and gripped her ass. He stroked into her sex. Letting her feel his fingers just so deep. Wet his knuckles and paint her ass.  He brushed the leather of the belt across her ass before he swung. He was gonna color her from the back of her knees to the top of her ass in red hot welts.<br/><br/>The whack echoed in the play room. The mark lined across the middle of her ass cheeks. He rubbed the heat in.<br/><br/>"Count 'em, cunt!" He growled and then took his time turning her ass fire engine red.<br/><br/>Her back would be next. She was gonna get a healthy appreciation for the whip.<br/><br/><br/>