Moving on

After suffering blow after blow after blow to your ass from the whip, Miles finally lets up. The stinging pain is overwhelming in each of the three sites of your body that the cruel men have decided to target; your tits, your pussy and your ass. Perhaps this is symbolic of the way these men see you and how they only seem to care about these three parts of your body, and maybe your throat coming in as a close fourth.

After a brief rest period, the men who seem to be in charge of moving you around return and release you from your restraints on the cross. You don't even have the time to become hopeful that they're finally releasing you, and instead are just turned right around to be locked in facing forwards once again. Darius is up close to you again and uses his hand to lift your low-hanging chin up to meet him eye to eye.

"The rest of us are going to be leaving now because we have some work to do, we'll be back in the evening Bunny. Until then, I've left the boys on guard duty with some very specific instructions on how to punish you whilst we're gone, so don't think you're even close to being out of the ringer yet sweetheart."

The most you can get out in response is a sad little sob into your ballgag. With that the bulk of the group heads out, leaving just you, Bitch Tits and two of the Kings in the room behind.