<strong>Toni</strong>whimpered half in pain half in pleasure as Frank continued to pull the last of her pubic hairs out.  The whole area was so painful now, she was struggling with her thoughts, her emotions.  Had Maddy really given into the them? Had she really turned on her friends, caused them all this pain and she hadnt had anything done to her?  She wasnt sure what to think, but in her confused, painful state it was easy to hear the words being said and then the sounds from Maddy and beleive what she was being told.  The bitch had dropped them into this, it was all her fault.<br/><br/>When Frank started to touch her clit, she whimpered and moaned softly, he knew how to play her body and when he sent waves of pain mingling with the pleasure she nearly lost it again.  When she heard the voice over the intercom she whimpered, there was something so.....frightening in that voice.  With Frank she knew what she was going to get.  She knew he would hurt her, mess her up.  But that was him.  That voice was different, cold, calculating....terrifying....she felt her Master release her from the sawhorse and she collapsed onto her hands and knees as the blood rushed back to those areas that had been tight tightly.  She felt the collar around her noeck and knew she would never be leaving this place.  And it was Maddy's fault.<br/><br/>Her crawl was slow, she was sore, so very sore.  The so called 'artwork' on her breasts hurt badly and she was exhausted.  She hadnt been raped yet either, she knew that was coming, but they were keeping it back, waiting...letting her own terror build.  Maddy....she had probably done that as well...maybe she was part of the outfit, maybe she was the one who had planned this?  She was getting more and more angry as they appraoched the cell or rather the large cage.  But she didnt argue, it wasnt her place to protest or complain.  And now he had found a name for her, Ginger, a name she loathed, but knew she would have to accept.  She hated it.  Funny, she didnt hate him, or if she did she hid the feeling.<br/><br/>The leash was removed and she was attached to a length of heavy chain.  She watched him leave and then she sat in the corner and closed her eyes, she had some time to think, to wonder.  She was hungry, her belly empty, her mouth dry, but there had been no offer of food....maybe that was something else that had to be earned...<br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>He was such a fucking bastard.  He knew exactly what he was doing.  But then Mordecai always did know exactly what he was up too.  Nothing was ever spur of the moment even if it looked like it.  He had everything planned, even down to when he was gonna shit.  She hated him.  But it was mroe than hate, she feared him.  And that scared her.  Maddy didnt know what to expect from him, he was a cool, calculating character and she knew he had it all worked out in his mind, but of course he would never tell, not until the time was right.<br/><br/>She also knew he knew her secrets.  He knew things about Maddy that were best forgotten.  As she had done with her own secrets.  And he so neatly gave half truths, and even through her tortured mind, even as her body came from the Rev's manipulations, she hear dhim neatly lay the girls torture on her.  She was the one they should blame and she knew when they were locked together she would be the one they went for.  She cried as she came, her tears on her cheeks as she felt her body crave the Rev's attention.<br/><br/>She had a feeling this wasnt the end of the night.  She just had a gut wrenching idea things would get worse once the moon was up.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Helen didnt move, she didnt speak.   She sat and watched.  She knew Mordecai's twisted mind would have the girls believing him, have them turn on Maddy.  He enjoyed the mind fucks, the clever manipulation as much as he enjoyed the pain side.  But then she knew he would not inflict the pain while he had the 'boys'to do it for him.  He wasnt a hands on type of guy.   Although he had trained her, he had hurt her, beaten her, humiliated and tortured her.  But she was still herself, somewhere inside, but she was his, and everyone on the Ranch knew that.  No one touched Doctor Bitch without a word from him.<br/><br/>She hated him with a deep, dark loathing.  But she also needed him, she needed him in an equally deep, dark way.  And she knew she would never be free of him.  The strange thing was...she wasnt sure if she wanted to be..<br/>