If you haven't already, it might be worth reading Parts One to Three before you read this. It picks up directly where they leave off...
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Lily woke up lying on a hard, concrete floor, which she could feel through the thin layer of straw that covered it. She was, this time, inside what appeared to be a stable. It smelled like one too.
But she was alive! She hadn't drowned in piss, although she did stink of it and her hair was still damp. She scrambled to her feet. Her hair was matted with straw and strands of it stuck to her back. She hated to think what was sticking it there.
"Haha!"
She spun around, backing towards the wall. In the shadows lurked a teenage boy, with sandy hair and severe acne. He was dressed in jodhpurs and braces and held a riding crop in his right hand, which swung at his side.
"What?"
The boy blushed.
"You're...you're naked!" He giggled.
Lily's arm instinctively went to her chest to cover her naked breasts, and it took her a moment to realise that her cunt was similarly on show and move the other hand to shield her modesty. Still the boy leered, saying nothing.
"What's your name?" Lily demanded.
"I'm Jimmy, " he said. "Jimmy the Unstable Boy!"
"Great," muttered Lily. "You lot love a pun don't you? So what are you planning to put me through?"
If she was honest, Lily was, by now, just tired of this whole sordid adventure. She had come this far, she had thought she was dead, but she'd survived. Whatever this final trial was, and she was under no illusion that it wouldn't be worse than the previous two, she was determined that all she had to do was to get through it and then she would be done. She could reclaim her life and put this whole horrific ordeal behind her.
Suddenly, and without another word, the boy stepped forward, brandishing the crop. He brought it down swiftly and it cracked against Lily's shoulder. She yelped as the tongue of the crop bit into her flesh and she twisted away to escape. He brought the crop swiftly back up and, changing his angle of approach, whipped it across her chest, lashing both of her breasts. This swipe turned her back around so that she once again stood facing her assailant, open and vulnerable.
The next blow cut into the flesh of her breasts, the one after that drew blood from her nipple. Then the blows started to rain down upon her, marking her arms, her belly, her thighs. One up stroke caught the delicate flesh of her labia, but through it all Lily but her lip, clenched her teeth and endured.
Eventually the assault slowed and came to a halt. Lily opened her eyes. She smiled.
"What are you smiling for?" Demanded the youth.
