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Barbaria Act 4 Chapter 6

Date: 12/30/2014, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: Victor-Bruno, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

feel Flavia enjoying that no end. She felt fury surging up within her but f***ed it down. She MUST please. That was all there was to it. Slowly but surely, Xena worked Flavia up to her first orgasm. She trembled, she quivered, she jerked, with pleasure. Mewing. Gasping out. Oh she was having a wonderful time! Then the climax finally came. Flavia’s haunches juddered convulsively and she emitted squeaky little gagging sounds. The inner parts of her thighs trembled against Xena’s cheeks. Xena knew she had pleased her... and hated herself for doing so. But what other option had she? Flavia’s hand slapped down on Xena’s head as a sign for her to desist. Xena did so willingly. But it wasn’t long before Flavia’s switch bit down vertically into Xena’s right buttock cheek. She had recovered. “Again,” came the order. Slavishly, Xena probed in her tongue again. How long... oh how long... she asked herself, is she going to make use of me? Xena remained between Flavia’s warm and finally sweating thighs for over an hour. She brought the young woman to at least six orgasms and maybe more. In the end, her lips, mouth and tongue were so puffed up and aching she could scarcely move them. “Again,” said Flavia, weakly but relentlessly. But Xena found it impossible to move her mouth or tongue except in the most minimal fashion. “Did you hear my order, slave? Again!” Xena tried the impossible but it was futile. Her head slumped down. “I... ahh... I... I... c-can’t... M-My Lady...” she moaned. ... Just as Flavia had once moaned. “Disobedience,” said Flavia. “Well... well... you’ll pay for that.” Flavia slid off the couch. She stumbled a little, weak from sexual excess. “Get your arse up, bitch... and get it up high!” Groaning horribly, Xena f***ed her hindquarters up as best as she could. The slim whalebone rod began to lash down furiously upon her squirming bottom. Frenzied with pain, Xena twisted off the couch to the floor. The biting whalebone rod continued to rain down... on her buttocks and thighs and, as she twisted in torment, on her belly and breasts too. Xena staggered up and stumbled about the room in a vain attempt to evade the vicious onslaught. “MERCEEEE... MERCEEEE!” she beseeched, even if she knew it was useless. Flavia was like a thing demented, wild in her fury of revenge. Xena finally collapsed, half insensible. Even as the rod continued to fall, mainly over her buttocks which happened to be presented uppermost. The cruel thrashing only ceased when Flavia was herself exhausted. She flung herself down on the couch, panting with her exertions, breasts heaving, whilst Xena lay twitching on the floor, whimpering like a whipped cur. Xena became vaguely aware that Flavia had left the room. Then a pair of high-heeled black boots came into her line of vision. The boots of an Overseer. One of the boots kicked her in the flank. “Crawl to the couch,” came the order. Weakly, hesitantly, Xena crawled. Then, when she stopped by the couch, to her horror, manacles were ...