Leroy was much stronger than I, and he forced me to follow him toward the whipping post which was situated in the middle of the big grassy range. Mr C always wanted a clear view of anyone being whipped.
On the way there I could hear the shrieks of a young woman who was at that very moment being flogged by Cruella. The poor slave had stripes all over her body, when the whip mistress said to take her down and to take her to the bunkhouse where the men could pass her around.
"Next!" I heard Cruella call out. I'd grown to hate that word. I associated it with the moment before I was branded. The strong man pushed me chest first against the ten foot hard-wood post. He tied my hands to the dangling rope over my head, secured my middle with strong rope firmly to the post, and anchored both ankles to metal hooks three feet apart into the ground.
I heard the bitch who was standing directly behind me. "I am a woman scorned boy!" I knew the old saying. As she swiped the middle of my back with the flogger, berated me about wanting the cunt this morning and being denied. I cringed and tried to arch my back as the stripes marched down my back to my buttocks. Then she was denied my ass. The one that struck the back of my right thigh had me howling.
Then she had Leroy turn me around. She continued the harsh whipping from my chest to my thighs. And one last slash to my cock.
It wasn't long after I was hanging limp, when I caught sight of Lydia walking straight up to Cruella. Without hesitation, she kicked the blonde haired woman in the crotch. "I told you bitch to leave his cock alone!" When Cruella was writhing on the ground, she told Leroy to take this now slave-girl to a stall in the barn. "Her old slave name was 'cunt lips and it shall be again!"