“No. Rollow, then you, then Tok,” Linc said.
So he meant the girl to be soundly punished. Tok exchanged a look with Linc and then nodded.
“Bind her,” Tok said.
“No!” she snapped, suddenly losing her nerve. She tried to jerk from Wex’s grasp, but he held firm.
Rollow took hold of her too, and the pair laid her on the smooth stone with a cushioned bolster under her belly and legs dangling off the end. At the sight of that gorgeous ass raised and ready for punishment, his cock turned to stone.
They secured her wrists in straps so that her breasts were pillowed against the table. He wanted to suck on her nipples until she whimpered and purred. And he wanted to see them get pierced while fat tears rolled down her cheeks.
Behind his back, he clenched his fists, fighting for control. He wouldn’t rush her punishment.
She struggled, protesting noisily. Her movements only increased his hunger.
Rollow set to swatting her ass until she settled down. The color rose steadily until both she and Roll were breathless. Pink gave way to a nice juicy red.
“That’s enough. That’s enough for now. Please,” she said.
“No,” Wex said, kneading her punished cheeks. “Larsinc went hungry for months. He was hunted and wounded. It was a seven-month fight for survival.”
“I helped him. I paid to help him!”
“How?” Linc asked.
“I used our fortune and resources. I gave it to the tribes of the Wilds as payment to leave you alone. To let you live.”
“They didn’t honor the agreement,” Larsinc said mildly.
“I did the best I could.”
“The best you could would’ve been to tell the truth,” Wex said.
Tok strode to a built-in cabinet and took out a thick rubber phallus with its attendant straps. “Open,” Tok said.
She shook her head.
“Sting her.”
“What? No!”
The crop whistled through the air before it landed on the girl’s buttocks.
“All right,” she shrieked. She opened her mouth.
He slid the phallic gag in and secured the straps. He smoothed her hair back from her face. He wanted to see her pretty eyes as she cried, as well as her lips stretched around the invading toy.
“Wex, your turn. Get on,” Tok said.
Linc nodded.
Wex spanked her swollen ass thoroughly. He alternated a cupped hand with a flat open palm. The red turned to crimson, warmth saturating her flesh. Her frantic cries from behind the gag weakened to sobs and tears spilled over her lashes.
Linc stood and approached. His big hands squeezed her swollen flesh slowly.
She whimpered, spilling tears more lavishly.
“Let her cool. Then a few, seven, with the crop. One for each month,” Linc said.
