Physical punishment

They dragged you to a clearing under a large tree. They cut away your clothes and replaced the zip ties with proper cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

You heard the ratcheting sound of a wench and looked up to see a spreader bar being lowered from the tree. They quickly locked your wrists to it and lifted you off the ground until your feet were just off the ground.

The second one then grabbed your balls and wrapped a long rope around them, pulling them down tightly and securing them to an eye hook buried in the ground.

The pain was immense, you swayed in the wind but every kilometer of movement sharply tugged on your balls.

She walked back to the car and returned holding a bullwhip.

As the cracked the whip across your back it felt like you were hit with a razor covered rope. You jerked in your bonds which caused the rope around your balls to pull even tighter. You screamed as loud as you could.

She hit you again, and again, and again. Laughing every time.

Rearms streamed down your face as you begged her to stop.

“Or what she said? What the fuck are you going to do if I don’t?” She sneered, hitting you again.

“I’ll do anything you want,” you begged. Screaming in agony.

She dropped the whip and approached you.

“You’re tied to a tree in the middle of Colombia with nowhere to go and no way to get home, check the news, it’s all about a man who tried to smuggle **** here and is now in prison. You’re going to do whatever we want because you have no other choice.” She said.

“Ten more,” she barked and began whipping you again, “count them”

As number ten hit you briefly felt relief. That is until she swung the whip again.

Another five hits with the whip followed, then three more, then another five.

Finally, they lowered you to the ground.

She stood over you and hiked up her skirt, letting a stream of piss cover your body, it burned against the ripped flesh and raised welts.

You cried

They laughed