What is Cutie's name?

I was quickly tied to a chair.

"Marcie, we're going to give you one chance." said Cutie. "Free Gina from your control."

"You won't get away with this." I said.

Cutie doesn't have the balls to back up any of his threats. Unfortunately, Lindsey came in, holding a nine tailed whip.

"Please, Lindsey, you can't possible side with them over me." I said. "Don't you remember everything I've done for you?"

Lindsey pulled down my skirt.

"So how rough are you going to be with her?" asked Cutie, obviously concerned.

"Everyone stand back." said Lindsey. "I don't want anyone but Marcie getting hurt."

Susan, Cutie and the others stood well back as Lindsey cracked her whip.

CRACK!

I screamed as the whip hit my legs.

CRACK!

"Please, Cutie." I pleaded. "Don't let them hurt me. Haven't I always been good to you."

Cutie ignored me.

CRACK!

Let me tell you something about whipping. It hurts like hell, especially if its a nine tailed whip. Even a mere three lashes were enough to send me into tears.

CRACK!

"Please stop, Lindsey." said Cutie.

"Thank you, Cutie." I said.

"Marcie, what is my name?"

Oh no, my fate depended on me remembering Cutie's actual name. I sat there tied up, wondering about it.

"Is it... Fred?" I asked.

"Lindsey, give the whip." said Cutie.

Lindsey handed her whip to Cutie.

"No, no, I'm sorry!" I pleaded. "Is it Ben? Steve? Owen? Aidan? John? Rick? Preston? Johnny? Michael?"

None of those names were right.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

To my humiliation, I pissed on the floor.

"Stop." said Susan. "Any more and we gonna take her to the hospital."

"I could hook her clit to a car battery." Lindsey suggested.

"Where did you even get those tools?" asked Cutie.

"The whip I got from my mom."

"Listen, there is another way." said Susan.

Susan unbuttoned the front of my blouse and took out a box cutter.

"No, Susan, please don't." I begged as Susan used the cutter to cut the front of my bra, showing my breasts.