This is your second time with blunt

She walks to your legs, tied down to the ground. “This is why I tied you down with your legs spread,” she says as she kneels in between them.

“One,” she says, and it feels like a punch in the {if@ Male==true}balls{else}cunt{endif} as she punches you in the {if@ Male==true}balls{else}cunt{endif}. Your ropes stop your top half writhing too much, though Faith slaps your legs. “I’ve only just started, punch-slut,” she chides you.

“Two.” This one’s even harder, and you cry out in pain. Faith just laughs. “We’re not doing loud yet.”

“Three, four,” she says, delivering them in quick succession, making you feel nauseous. “You can always ask me to stop,” she says.

“Stop,” you beg her.

“Told you you could ask. Five.” You clench your teeth and close your eyes, as {if@ Male==true}your balls explode beneath you{else}your genitals erupt in pain{endif}.

“That’’s all,” she reassure you, “the first set’s all over.”

You know what's coming next, and you begin to hope she'll start punching you in the face.

“Five by five,” she says with a smile, rubbing her knuckle. “One!” she starts again, harder than her last punch. “I’m guessing you’ll be asking for ice next,” she says, looking down at your bruised {if@ Male==true{testicles{else}pussy{endif}.

“Two! Shit, I think that hurt my hand.” The pain’s all started to blend into one now, one never-ending highway of hurt, with occasional bumps as her punches continue to hit. You try and brace yourself for them, but it doesn’t help, until finally you black out.

“Five!” is the first word you hear as you’re awoken by someone dropping an atomic bomb on your crotch.

“Five by five, you did it. Looks like you’re a survivor,” Faith says. “Now we’re going to have even more fun.”

She gets up and comes around, lifting your barely-conscious head up by the chin.

“Good news,” she says, “you get to choose what comes next.”