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PART THREE PART THREE - A little delay because I ran out of momentum. There's a heat wave on right now, so creativity is hard.

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Billie panted as the presenter walked back to the other end of the stage, taking up the bat once more. The dark-haired woman looked at him weakly, struggling back to her feet as Meg the Assistant finished sawing the rest of the table away from the board her breasts were still nailed to.

"How are you feeling?" The presenter asked her, nudging her chin up with the end of the bat. "Are you ready for the final part?"

The woman nodded weakly, unsteady on her feet. "Y-yes sir, I am. I can take more, if that's what you wish. Th-the board is kind of heavy, though, and rough; I think there are splinters in my breasts from it, which my husband will love if I survive this, and I'm just kind of floating..."

The presenter patted her on the head before squaring up with the bat. "If she survives this. IF. And that's back to our main issue here, which is repeatability. If I killed this dumb slut, she wouldn't be able to apply any lessons learned from the discipline. I might as well just beat anyone, for all the good it'd do her." He gave the pat a practice swing before swinging hard into the woman's crotch, bone giving way with a crunch that was mostly lost in a cry of pain. The second strike took her in the hip, nearly knocking her over, and the presenter stepped back as she struggled to stay upright with her newly-broken hip.

"Were she my personal slave, she'd be useless for weeks if not months after this. However, since she's not, we move onto the final part of our demonstration with her; the special bat. Meg, if you will?"

Meg walked over, hips swaying as she obediently handed him a dented but clean bat with barbed wire wrapped around it. "And here we have it. She's learned her lesson, but this is just for demonstration purposes. My favourite toy in this category, hand-wound by my very own daughter. She couldn't dress or feed herself for a month afterwards and she nearly starved, but she says it was all worth it to make her daddy happy."

He brandished the bat, the setting sun catching the metal, before swinging it into the dark-haired woman's belly. She doubled up over it with a grunt, her breasts and their board swinging with her movements. She stood up shakily afterwards, catching her breath and straightening up just in time for it to slam into her crotch, the wire digging into sensitive flesh and tearing wherever it dragged. She smiled bravely, eyes half-shut from the pain as blood dripped down her belly and off onto her thighs. The presenter neatly reversed the bat, forcing the tip into her pussy and deeper; the girth of the bat stretching her as the wire tore her. The force lifting her onto the balls of her feet and allowing her own weight to assist in forcing it past her cervix almost up to the handle.

The woman whimpered, looking down as she was violated and torn, then looking up, tears in her eyes, to her husband in the crowd. She smiled before passing out, both Meg and the presenter ignoring the thud as they moved on to the redhead.

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Finding time during the week is a bitch. Part three four soon.