Megan shows her defiant and courageous heart but is still trapped in

Megan's standing naked back in the basement, ordered to spread her legs as Ross paces back and forth wielding a metal baseball bat. It takes a great mental effort of will to fix herself to this spot; to not run, or fly out above Ross's head, or take his head off. "Your life as a normal girl is over; you're my bitch. My own loyal dog. You're lower than dirt. You're just a **** that exists for my amusement. If any man wants to pleasure you the way that fuck Jacob did, deny them. You're a cunt with no rights. You're not allowed to feel pleasure. I'll make sure you fuck every guy from that store, and every one of them will treat you like the worthless whore you are."

She shuts her eyes and turns her head as he swings for the fences. The bat flies up between her legs connecting directly with her cunt. "NNYAGHHHH!!" She screams blue ****, and falls to her knees. A pain of fire explodes in her pussy. Her hands instinctively reach under to protect herself. The metal connected directly with her sensitive clit. She's never felt anything like this. During any of his beatings she's been able to take the initial onslaught; her super resilience giving her protection. Yet the metal bat hit its mark, bringing instant and unbearable agony. "The only emotions you're allowed to feel are pain, fear, humiliation. Get up, spread your legs!!"

She looks up with frustration and teary eyes. Willing herself back to a vertical base, spreading her legs again. THWACK!! "AAAAAGH!!" Again the bat lands straight between her legs. Again she can't help but fall to her knees. "Get up! GET UP!!" He barks at her as she again wills herself to her feet. "It's Jacob's cunnilingus that made me think of this. I should have thought of it before. You're sensitive down there. Getting wet like a stupid slut." He launches for her cunt again. Another explosion of fire. "Aaiiiigggggh!!" This time she doesn't fall. With an effort of will and grit; this time she looks him in the eye, keeping her legs spread, and removes her hands. Disbelief on Ross's face. He points the bat at her. "This... this is going to hurt," with a solid grip on the handle with both hands, he takes a couple of steps backwards with the bat raised behind him, then launches forward swinging the bat up in an arc. "NYAHGGGH!" She throws her head up into the air, her face a mask of pain. "Aghghha...hahahaha...". She's laughing, and keeps on laughing. She has not placed her hands in front of her pussy to protect herself, has not moved, and remains standing with her legs spread. Ross is furious; his face bright red as he swings for her again. She has to mentally **** down tears; forcing herself to endure the fire. Instead of crying, she laughs, like a girl laughing at a clown. Her bright brown eyes look his straight on, unwavering, smiling at him.

"Why are you LAUGHING!" He swings again. While it feels like hell she bores it, endures, and looks back at him. Because it gives me power over you, you stupid fuck!

Over the next ten minutes she cries out in agony more than a few times; her pain coming out in drawn out, agonized breaths. The tears burn at her eyes. But she remains standing and refuses to look away. You're a pathetic, lonely old man. You- THWACK!! "Nyaaaahh...huh" I'm not your bitch. I'm not dirt. Your tiny dick has given you a napoleon complex. I don't see a man; I see a boy that's spent his life ignored by girls. THWACK!!"Uuuugnh!" There. Are. Four. Lights!

By this time, blood is running down her legs and the top of the bat painted the colour of red.

He can see it; see her focus. "What is it? Say what's on your mind this one time." She laughs. "There are four lights!" He can't believe it - his confusion, bewilderment, the story is written over his face. He has no idea what she means but recognizes the sheer defiance every time she looks at him. His previous beating sessions were in a way a contest with himself. How long before he tires himself out? And now, out of breath, he can see the new paradigm she's created. Will he tire out before she does? He can see that she's visibly shaking like a leaf; single tears running down her face. But she's not broken. In fact, she refuses to break. She's so sexy with her chest rising and falling in deep breaths; her tight, toned body with curves in all the right places, perspiring in the heat. But she's strong; she doesn't look the least bit afraid of him, her eyes steely. He hates it. He drops the bat.

"You still have to sleep here. On the floor like a dog." Her expression does not change, still standing with her legs spread, daring him to continue. He moves to the exit. "Just remember; it can always get worse." As she's alone the words hang ominously in the air. But she knows his weakness now. She'll bide her time, she'll win, and she'll see to it that Ross answers for what he's done. Curling up in a ball on the cold concrete her long black hair like a blanket on her back, she hugs herself, shivering. The pain is beyond belief. There is no sleep for her. It's difficult for a long time to think of anything other than the fire of pain between her legs. When she can think, she wonders what she'll have to steel herself against next. It can always get worse...

Unknown Warehouse.

Dozens upon dozens of armoured black suits line up the walls as Lucas works in an open spaced chop shop. The heavy bulk of Big Package's over 8 foot suit lays out before him. Circuitry and metal junk sits in piles around him as he melds new pieces of equipment together. New weapons systems for Big Package. Big Package 2.0; and soon it would be the same for all the lieutenants in their private army. At the centre of the warehouse over 50 men are lined up all wearing karate gis; the Martial Arts master Haui running them through drills, Big and Jetpack standing behind him.. "Strike!" "Ya!" The large group punch the air in unison from quarter squat positions. Lucas looks up from his work as a quick flash of black flashes across the wall - and then another. The new recruits - the twins - testing out the new prototype suits Lucas developed for them from government stolen technology. It took some work to re-develop the augmentation tech to work almost purely for speed. Which benefited the twins - 25 years old, brother and sister, both experts at quick striking martial arts styles, they had racked up close to 100 kills between them as globe trotting assassins. They had been making laps around the large warehouse in their speed suits faster than Lucas could count to 10. Their army was filling up nicely with some of the best mercenaries money could buy; backed with billions of dollars of advanced hardware.

Soon they'll be ready. They'll own the city in the name of the Syndicate.

Leigh's bedroom.

The blonde girl is soaking wet as she waits for the upload to finish. Her footage is absolutely delicious. Megan Summers; she checked the name when she got home. Leigh finds Megan stunning, of course, rubbing her fingers wildly on her clit as she watches the bikini clad soaking wet girl washing a car. The video continues up until the boys rush around her; sleazily pinching at her teenage body, the video cutting off before Megan's retaliation. And now for a title... .'Godfrey Slut'... she giggles. With the youtube upload finished she pastes the URL anonymously onto the Godfrey High facebook group. The link also gets posted on a dozen different porn forums and chat rooms she had waiting. She can't wait to see Megan's face in school. Why hadn't she ever picked her out before? Because she hid, made herself invisible. Well, Leigh can definitely see her now. Before she can get near a climax she receives a phone call. A synthetic voice talks to her. "Ms. Adams. We need to talk about Megan Summers."