it's your turn

You see this suit, covered in blood, cum and sweat.

"I Keep on using my training dummies no matter how many times I break it" Torri said while stomping on what was left of the previous man - you notice that even before the pancake flattering, bone-crunching, deadly stomping she was administering to this poor man, his nose was broken, his jaws were broken, his teeth were broken, his ribs were broken, even his balls were broken, .... 

She smiled. You were scared but completely at her mercy, as your hands were already tied up behind your back and your legs were tied together around the knees.

"This one is used up" She said.

She went in her closet and pulled out a dummy suit for you to wear, later.

"It's Lucky I got you as replacement" - "yeah, very lucky" you had to say, defeated already and playing by her rules.

 "I will punch and kick the shit out of you for two hours, you will be broken already then, then I will make you wear the dummy suit and then you can be used for five hours a day every day, until you perish. Understood?"

- "yes, goddess"

• "good, now let me tie you to this hook on the ceiling and to the front of this big yellow punching bag"

  “You are My training Dummy now” She said. Then she rolled her right hand inbto a fist and punched you PUNCH! hard in the face. She knocked you out, again.

  You wake up now tied to the hook, with Torri in front of you wearing boxing gloves and lookiong fantastic! You were completely unprotected, tied to the boxing bag, and in for the beating of your life....

  "I like to call this one the ol' 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14 combination of kicks and punches: here let me show you ....."