Julie woke to a sharp pain in her crotch. Looking down she saw that she was on the horse again. The sharp edge of the wood that was splitting her pussy was causing pain to emanate from her crotch to all parts of her body. She tried to use her arms which were tied off at the wrist and elbow and attached to an eyelet in the ceiling but there was no strength in them to lift herself off the horrible device. She sat in agony whimpering and begging for someone to help her but no one came.

Looking up she could see her two tormentors standing a distance away in the shadows watching her suffer. They stood unmoving, ignoring her muffled cries for help. After what seemed like an eternity to Julie she saw another body appear from the shadows. She could not make out who it was but they stopped to talk to the hooded figures. After a short conversation the person began moving toward her.

When the light finally struck out far enough for her to see the face, Julie saw that it was Hakeem who was moving slowly toward her. As he reached her his hands moved across her body taking fully liberty with her helplessness. He roughly kneaded her tits, circling her nipples until they stood up hard and begging for attention. His hands ran lower to rub the top of her mound, crushing her throbbing clit with a firm touch.

Not believing that it could happen through all the pain Julie felt her body respond to his touch, the pain she was in seemingly adding to the pleasurable sensation. As he continued to stroke her clit she moved her hips up as far as she could to allow him better access. She desired his touch, looking for something to remove her focus from the never ending pain. As his hands moved up and away from her love button Julie moaned in frustration. The one thing that could take her focus away from the pain was gone and it returned with a vengeance. But Hakeem's hands returned to her tits, lightly squeezing and fondling her until another moan escaped her lips. He continued for several minutes until Julie couldn't stand it any longer. With a small, raspy voice Julie began to beg.

"Please?"

"Please what Slut?"

"Please it hurts, so bad. Please help me??"

"I am sorry Slut but I cannot remove you from the horse. They control this situation, not me."

Julie followed Hakeem's gesture to the hooded figures, still in the same place and still unmoving.

"Please...Master. I'll do anything they want please?"

"What would you being willing to do Slut?"

"Anything..."

"I know it hurts Slut but they believe it is necessary. They don't believe that you would do what they want."

"I will oh god please...."

"Are you sure Slut? I could go and try to convince them if you are sure?"

"Yes anything they want please?"

"Alright Slut, you wait here."

Julie noticed that Hakeem said the last sentence with a chuckle but she didn't get the humor at all. Her mind was wrapped around the pain. While the little bit of pleasure his hands brought to her took her mind away from it without that distraction it returned as the horse as it continued to tear at her body. She could barely hear what they were saying so Julie strained mightily working to hear every syllable. Mostly she had to settle for watching, trying to interpret the actions of the participants as the conversation between the hooded figures and Hakeem became animated.

"Remember I brought them to you!"

"Now Hakeem, don't be that way. You know that you owe us."

"Yes I know but..."

"No buts which is why so far we let you have the girl all to yourself."

"I haven't, 'had her all to myself', that black bastard you refuse to take care of keeps coming in and taking her!"