Her thoughts became more confused as she felt a soft hand caress her upper thighs.

"Ah, a perfect spot for the stem. Maybe a few small marks for the thorns. We can't have a rose tattoo without a few thorns now, can we Kelli?" The woman's voice rose in the hot room.

Kelli started to cry.

Her tears turned to a torrent as she felt the heat of the poker approach the tender backsides of her upper thighs.

She tried to move away from the heat.

But couldn't.

Sssssssssssss…

"Aaaagggllmmmppphjhhhhhh!!!!" her muffled screams renewed.

***

She startled Laura as she bolted straight up in bed.

"Kelli!"

"Kelli!!" Laura shouted, shaking her young boss.

"Kelli, wake up!!"

Kelli started to open her eyes.

She turned and grabbed onto Laura for dear life.

"Kelli, darling, you're only having a bad dream," Laura spoke as she felt the girl clinging onto her.

"Ohhhhmmmmph," Kelli slumped against Laura's breasts as she realized she was awake.

Her hand instinctively went to her buttocks under her short nightie and felt for the branding marks.

There were none.

"Oh God Laura. It was horrible."

Or was it?

Kelli Stroud felt her panties damp again.

The nightmare had caused another orgasm while she dreamed of the hellish pain.

***

As the marketing of their home started in earnest, Barbara and Craig Rush became increasingly hostile to each other. Craig wanted his wife out of the house. Barbara had no place to go.

For the life of her, Barbara Rush never could understand why her husband has insisted on a divorce. She always heard that men hit a mid life crisis and supposed that is what was happening to Craig.

She never did have concrete evidence of his infidelity so she just continued to take the abuse both verbal, and now physical, that her husband heaped on her each time they got under the same roof.