The Amazon Queen

The Amazon Queen

by RiverOtter

Warning! Adult Content!

This story contains strong sexual content and is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for minors.

This story is copyrighted © 2007 by RiverOtter. This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is unintended and purely coincidental. It may not be sold or redistributed for profit in any form. Archiving and posting online is permitted if the story is kept intact in its original form, and proper credit is given.

Sincere comments, feedback and criticism are welcome.

Characters are listed at the beginning of chapter 1.

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Chapter 7: Rough Treatment

When they returned to Chandra's cabin it was lit by several candles, and the bondage equipment in her room cast strange, ominous shadows on the wall. The tall, black-haired vixen had finished copying what she wanted from her book, and was ready for them when they returned. She was dressed oddly to Amber's eyes; she wore tall black leather boots and a corset, matching gloves that went up past her elbows, and a kind of black thong. She was tall, curvy, tanned and well toned.

“We have some time to play,” she said. “Would you like that, Belle?”

The light haired slave nodded her head vigorously, tongue sticking out. Chandra took Belle's leash from Amber.

“Oh dear, you got your tail wet,” she said to Belle. “I'll have to comb that out.” She gave Belle a smack on the bottom and straightened out her tail before it dried.

“And you dear,” she said, taking Amber by the hand, “Are mine for today.” She led the blonde slave to the wall and backed her up against it. She took Amber's wrist restraints and raised them above her head, locking them to rings on the wall. She put her finger on Amber's lips and smiled. “You can watch, first.” Chandra moved with supreme deliberation and confidence, as opposed to her younger, more carefree sister Dawn. She picked up a slim black cane and moved over to Belle.

“Were you a good girl today?” she asked.

Belle nodded and smiled.

“Where did you get these?” Chandra indicated the new earrings Belle was wearing. Belle sat up proudly and tried to explain, as best she could, how a kind merchant had given them as a gift because they looked so nice on her. Belle had to use body language in addition to her strangled speech. Her Mistress seemed to understand.

“Show off,” smirked Chandra. “Did you play with Amber?” Again Belle nodded yes.

“Then you can play with me.” Chandra tossed a ball against the wall so it bounced across the room. “Chase,” she ordered.

Belle nudged the ball with her nose and followed it forward, nudged it again, and kept crawling around the room after it. Chandra swatted her bottom numerous times with a cane to encourage her. Belle moved more quickly, straining the end of her leash, and Chandra delivered her strokes faster. She didn't stop until the pet slave had circled the room with her ball at least three times and as quickly as she could. Chandra smiled, very much amused.

“Sit up,” she ordered. Belle sat on her knees, thighs spread apart, hands up to her shoulders, palms out. She stuck out her tongue and panted. She was tired, and sweating. Chandra walked behind Belle to a shelf from witch she took something made of a series of leather straps. Scarlet saw it was some kind of gag. There was a large ring that went in Belle's mouth to keep it open. It fastened behind her neck and two straps ran from the top of her head down to a buckle below her chin.

Chandra sat on her sofa and crossed her legs.

“My boots need cleaning, Belle.” She tugged her slave's leash and Belle crawled over, moving her tongue past the leather ring in her mouth, onto Chandra's boots. She moved her head up and down, shining the boots with her saliva.

“Faster, lazy girl,” said Chandra as she swat Belle bottom with her cane. Belle tried to move faster, but it was never enough; the blows become more and more frequent until the girl had pretty much licked all of Chandra's black boot, which was no small feat. After that Chandra crossed her other leg over, and Belle repeated the process. She was looking weary, but Chandra snapped at her to go faster still. The cane left several pink stripes on Belle's skin. When she had finally licked both boots clean, Belle resumed her upright sitting position, tongue wagging.

Chandra put the tip of her cane under Belle's chin.

“You're a cute little slut, aren't you?” she said. Belle nodded happily. “Show me what a slut you are, girl,” Chandra said sternly.

Belle turned around and raised her hindquarters in the air to her Mistress.

“Shake your ass,” Chandra said. “Wag that tail.” Belle moved her hips back and forth with pride, tail swaying. Her Mistress tapped her pussy with the end of her cane, and then gave it several sharp swats. Belle yelped.

“You're wet, little slut, aren't you?”

Belle nodded. It was harder to read her expression with the ring gag but she looked excited.

“Hump my leg.”

Chandra pulled on Belle's leash and she backed up; Chandra then put her smooth black boot up against her slave's wet pussy. Belle moved her haunches up and down against the slick leather. She began to sigh and pant in her squeaky voice, deriving pleasure from the hard, smooth surface rubbing against her tender nether regions.

“Faster—faster, bitch,” demanded Chandra. Belle moved up and down as fast as she could, breathing heavily as her pleasure increased. Chandra smacked her bottom again, this time with her bare hand.

“I think you're getting a bit too excited, girl,” she said, and unceremoniously pushed Belle away with her foot. Belle turned around to face her Mistress, who stood up, towering over her. Belle sat up on her knees and whined pathetically, in heat and pleading with her Mistress for satisfaction.

“Beg me for it, slut,” ordered Chandra. Belle brought her head down to the tip of Chandra's boot and licked it plaintively, raising her bottom in the air and shaking her hips, making her tail swing.

“That's pretty good, but do you think you should come before your Mistress?” said Chandra.

Belle shook her head.

“I didn't think so.” Chandra slid her thong down between her legs and stepped out of it, revealing the neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair at her crotch. She turned around and put one foot up on the sofa, spreading her legs wide apart.

“You know what do do, pet.”

As Chandra tugged on her leash, Belle climbed onto the bed and faced towards her Mistress, her head about level with Chandra's crotch. The previous games had moistened it considerably, and a wet drop slid down the inside of the Mistress's thigh. Belle stuck her tongue out and vigorously lapped at Chandra's pussy, tasting the wet juices between her legs. She kept her tongue out and wagged her head quickly to head side, like a cat with its prey in its mouth. Chandra choked up on her pet's leash, forcing Belle's face up against her. The eager pet's tongue rubbed harder and herder, pressing against the wet lips between Chandra's legs. She stuck her tongue between them and lapped up the moisture like water, pushing her tongue against the wall of her Mistress's vagina as far as she could.

“Mm, that's a good girl,” Chandra said. She put her free hand on the back of her pet's neck, to keep her steady and close against her. She held Belle's face in place for some time. The Mistress tossed her head back, eyes closed, and licked her lips. Her hips began to buck back and forth. Her bosom heaved up and down, quicker and quicker. Finally her face winced and she bent her head down, sighing heavily and let out several deep, satisfied breaths. Chandra let her pet back down. Belle turned around and wagged her tail again, displaying her wet pussy to her Mistress.

“You think you've earned a reward, don't you, pet?”

Belle nodded and stood up on her knees excitedly.

“Well then, get up on your bed,” her Mistress ordered. Belle's bed, next to her cage, was flat with a dark covering. At each corner were leather restraining cuffs. Belle quickly climbed onto it and faced towards the head of the bed on her hands and knees. Chandra came over and fastened a restraint around each of Belle's wrists, laying the slave's leash to the side. She rubbed the palm of her hand under Belle's tail, feeling the bare skin of the slave's dripping labia.

“Taste yourself, pet,” she commanded, holding her wet hand to Belle's lips. Belle lapped up the moisture from Chandra's palm. Her Mistress reached behind her and stuck a finger into Belle's pussy, wriggling it around inside her vigorously for a moment. Belle squealed with pleasure. Chandra held up the finger to Belle's mouth again, and the pet lapped up her juice from it. The Mistress continued to tease her pet, withholding the release of her climax. She reached under her pet's torso and playfully slapped the girl's breasts, making the nipple bells jingle. She slapped them again and again until Belle let out a yelp.

“Good girl. Now, let's see how badly you want this. Lie flat on your stomach if you want me to stop, and I'll put you in your cage right then. If you want more, wag your tail. If you take it all, you'll get your reward.”

Chandra picked up her cane. She tapped Belle's ass lightly several times, teasing her. She struck her square on her pussy lips and Belle yelped, bucking her hips in pain, but pleasure as well. Chandra tapped Belle's tits with the tip of the cane, jingling her nipple bells again. She put the cane in front of Belle's mouth, who licked it in submissively.

Then Chandra got to work. The first two cane strokes came down on each side of Belle's buttocks, leaving marks. They were not quite hard enough to make the experienced slave girl cry out.

The next one came down onto her thigh, eliciting a small yelp. Belle shook her hips to make her tail wag. Chandra smiled and paced back and forth behind her helpless pet, flexing the cane. She swung from a greater distance with more force the next time, making a red, striped mark on Belle's lower ass cheek and getting another yelp in response. After a pause by her Mistress, Belle swayed her tail again. The next stroke came across both cheeks, leaving a mark that reached all the way across the pet's bottom. Belle whimpered a bit and shook her hips again. Chandra tapped the cane against Belle's pussy once more. The slave girl raised her head, whimpering for release, but Chandra only smiled wickedly at her.

Smack! This time, Amber was startled by the ferocity of the blow and winced. From the wall behind Belle, she could see the vivid red line on the poor girl's ass. Belle squealed, but quickly regained her composure and shook her tail.

Smack! Chandra did not let up. Belle bounced on the bed a little to channel the sharp, stinging pain. She looked behind her to her Mistress with pleading eyes and swayed her hips again.

SMACK! This was the hardest one yet. Belle made a low growling noise in her throat and took a long, deep breath, panting heavily. A deep welt formed diagonally on her exposed bottom. Despite her obvious pain this time, she shook her hips in compliance once again.

SMACK! SMACK! Chandra swung the cane viciously against Belle's left thigh, then her right, leaving welts halfway around. Belle lowered her head and whimpered pathetically; she could not really scream with her damaged voice. She gave a shudder from her shoulders downward. Amber wanted to yell please stop it you're hurting her but didn't, for fear of angering Chandra. Belle stoically kept her bottom end raised in the air, refusing to take the out her Mistress had given her. She was too desperate for sexual release back down.

“That's a brave girl,” said Chandra. “I think you've finally earned your reward.” Belle wagged her hips eagerly in response. Her Mistress picked up another device from the shelf, something Amber hadn't seen before. It was a phallus attached to several leather straps; Amber thought such a thing was terribly lewd.

Chandra strapped the device around her waist and under her legs. The long phallus stuck out from her pelvis provocatively. She took some oil and smeared it all over the shaft for lubrication, although belle's labia was already dripping wet and swelled noticeably. Chandra knelt down behind her pet slave and pulled the girl's thighs apart further. She wasted no time teasing her now. She plunged the strapon into her slave's vagina and moved her hips back and forth with great force. Belle bucked her hips in response. She panted desperately, eyes shut tight as her climax welled up inside her. Chandra fucked her with animal vigor. Chandra impaled her slave mercilessly, pounding the dildo into her helpless pussy with urgent force from start to finish.

Belle raised her head up and howled; or at least she howled as much as she could in her weak voice. Chandra took the girl by her ponytails, raising Belle's head back, and bucked her hips wildly, practically slamming the phallus into Belle's groin over and over. Belle's tits swayed wildly, her bells ringing incessantly. Her body glistened with sweat. The two women's thighs pounded together audibly. Belle panted and panted until she cried out as loud as her voice permitted her, and her breathing settled into a a series of quick, sharp exhales.

Chandra moved the phallus back and forth a few more times and massaged Belle's shoulders. She got up off the bed and unbound the heaving, sweaty slave girl's wrists.

“You left a wet spot, pet,” she said, pointing to a small pool where Belle's own juices had run down. Belle licked up the spot. Chandra took her by the leash, leading her to her cage, and the pet slave crawled inside unsteadily. The were numerous cushions and a blanket inside, and enough room for Belle to lie down comfortably. The cage was just high enough for Belle to stand up on her knees in, which was as high as she could stand anyway. After the quivering girl was inside Chandra unclipped her lead, hung it on the wall and locked the cage door. She put her strapon aside as well. Belle curled up on her side, exhausted from her exertions. Chandra wiped down the bed with a cloth.

Chandra turned to Amber. “Did you enjoy our show?”

“Um, yes Mistress.” Amber was petrified. She felt as helpless now as she ever had in her life.

“I'm so glad you did. Do you know I once fucked her ten times over a single day? She was rather sore, but came every single time.”

She ran her hands all over Amber's body, tracing the curve of the slave's hips and legs. She fingered Amber's sex, which betrayed a hint of excitement as it gradually moistened, her fear notwithstanding. Chandra took each of Amber's breasts in her hands and pinched her nipples harder and harder until she elicited a moan from her helpless captive.

“I don't often get girls as sweet as you in here,” she said. “I can show you some things my sister hasn't quite mastered yet.”

Se unlocked the blonde's wrists and led her to the bed. She laid Amber down on her back and secured her wrists and ankles to the four corners. Amber lay spread eagled and totally exposed. Chandra took a warm, furry cloth and moved it over Amber's chest. It was one of the softest and thickest fabrics Amber had ever felt.

“Mm, thank you, Mistress.”

“I like to give my slaves different sensations,” Chandra said. “I love to to see their faces. You have a very expressive face, dear.” She moved the fur over Amber's breasts and down between her spread legs. Amber closed her eyes.

“Now, let's see how your lovely face expresses this,” she said, putting down the cloth and taking a red candle from her desk. The candle had been burning for a good half hour, and a pool of melted wax had collected around the wick. Amber eyed it nervously; this woman couldn't mean to burn her, could she? Chandra tilted the candle and let a drop of molten wax spill onto Amber's stomach.

“Ow,” the slave cried, startled and pained. It was a kind of sharp sting followed by a low, lingering burning sensation. “Ow—ow—ow—ow...” Chandra only laughed at her.

“I've tried worse than this on myself before,” she chided the bound slave. “This one isn't even that hot. Let's get you used to it, shall we?” Amber noted that what she and Chandra considered to be painful were probably two different things.

The Mistress spilled a series of a few drops from Amber's belly to her upper chest.

“Ahhhh...ow......ow...” After a little while, thankfully, the wax seemed to cool off where it touched her skin. She still had to deal with the initial burning, however. Amber winced and tried to press her head against her outstretched upper arm.

Chandra poured several drops on each of her lovely victim's breasts. This was the worst so far.

“Ooohhh...nnhh...nnnhh...” Amber gritted her teeth and breathed quickly. Small but painful fires seared her breasts before settling to a slow burn. Amber knew that Mistresses could not permanently damage their slaves—the Matron inspected her weekly to make sure she was well looked after. She clung to that knowledge now.

More wax spilled onto her, this time on her thighs, dripping a little ways to the inside of her leg. Amber barely had time to absorb that shock when more drops began spilling on and between her toes. That skin was particularly sensitive, and Amber let out a small, plaintive wail, trying to block out the pain. Chandra didn't give the spill much time to cool before she dribbled more onto Amber's other foot. The helpless slave girl quickened her breathing, and her eyes watered. Chandra sighed at her.

“You've got to toughen up, dear, if you want to please your Mistress,” she chided. She picked up one of the many riding crops used for the Matron's twin slaves, whom Chandra helped train as ponygirls. She tapped Amber over and over with it, lightly for the most part, on her torso, breasts and thighs, occasionally raising it higher to give the slave a good sting. As she used the crop, she continued to let drops fall onto Amber's pale skin. The slave girl feared the hot wax more than the crop's sting.

“Nnnhh......ouch!......mmmh!” Amber reacted to the various sharp burns and stings the Mistress inflicted on her.

Chandra used the crop on Amber's feet, smacking her soles with appreciable force.

“Ouch!” The sting on her foot reverberated through her body, as though her foot was too small to contain the momentary pain. Chandra smacked the ball of her foot again.

“Ouch!” Amber moaned for her poor feet. Chandra tapped the crop on her legs, moving up and down her body. She gave each of the slave's breasts a good smack one last time before making Amber kiss the crop and setting it aside. She then got onto the bed herself, her knees on each side of Scarlet's waist, facing the chained blonde. She unzipped her corset about halfway, exposing her milky white breasts. She lowered her bosom to Amber's lips.

“Taste me, slave,” she ordered.

Amber took the ripe breast in her mouth, rolling her tongue over the pointed nipple. She was accustomed to her Mistress Keira's smaller, perkier bosom; Chandra's breasts were fuller and rounder. Chandra massaged her left nipple while Amber sucked the right one.

“Good girl,” said Chandra, who then reached and picked a long phallus off the table nearby. She put it to Amber's lips, who then sucked on it without needing to be told. When it was good and moist, Chandra turn to face Amber's feet and backed up a little until her crotch filled Amber 's view.

“My pussy needs attention, slave,” she said.

Amber obediently put her tongue to Chandra's wet pussy lips, tasting each fold and crevice in an effort to please her. She pried at Chandra's clit with her lips, pulling the folds of her labia into her mouth.

“Mmm, good girl,” said Chandra. She bent down to Amber's own crotch, which was increasingly moist, and let a little saliva dribble to Amber's vaginal opening, spreading the moisture around with her hand. She thrust the solid shaft of the dildo into the soft pink folds of Amber's pussy, pushing it in and out again and again. Amber greedily licked the Mistress's sex, putting her whole mouth around the lips of Chandra's crotch and pushing her tongue inside her as far as it would go. As Chandra thrust harder and harder into the blonde slave, Amber's tongued moved powerfully against her Mistress's wet walls. Drops of moisture dribbled down Amber's cheek and she moaned in pleasure.

Eventually Chandra stopped, postponing Amber's sexual release.

“You want me to finish with you, dear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Say exactly what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me so I can come, Mistress.” She still had trouble with those words but Amber found she had no real use for shame at this moment.

“If you can restrain yourself until I give you permission, I'll make it worth your while; if you come without my permission, you'll be punished severely. Is that understood?”

Amber nodded.

Chandra dismounted her and picked up the candle again. Amber winced.

“You're good with that tongue, slave. Stick your tongue out for me and I'll consider your request.”

Fearfully Amber opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue. Chandra let fall a single drop that stung worse than the hottest spice Amber had ever tasted. Her eyes watered and she instinctively tried to spit out the wax. Chandra laughed at her.

“You have to let it dry, first, dear,” she said. The wax cooled enough for Amber to spit it out.

“Your tongue again, slave,” ordered Chandra. Closing her eyes and bracing for more, Amber stuck her tongue back out. Several drops fell, and she let out a cry from the back of her throat. A few tears spilled down her cheeks. With panted breaths she waited until she could rub her tongue against her teeth to get the wax off. Chandra took the dildo and rubbed it against her swelling pussy lips, teasing her.

“Please let me come, Mistress,” Amber begged.

“We'll see, dear.” Amber didn't know, but Chandra was known to bring slave girl to the very brink of orgasm and tease them for long hours, sometimes letting them spent a whole night in heat with no way to satisfy themselves.

The Mistress rubbed the tip of the dildo against Amber's clitoris, pushing it inside her just a little, but no further. With a wicked grin she went to a hook on the wall and picked up a flogger. Walking back to the helpless Amber, she held the ends of the flogger in one hand and the handle on the other. Stretching the ends to build tension, she then snapped it across Amber's stomach. The slave girl gave a sharp yelp. Chandra continued to snap the many small whips across the bound girl's body, focusing on her breasts and upper thighs in particular. Once in a while she struck Amber's sex directly, eliciting a sharp cry of pain and pleasure each time. She would pause to tease Amber, bringing her a little further along the way to a climax, but only enough to make her want more.

When Chandra finished with the flogger, she put it back on its resting place on the shelf. She walked to her desk drawer and pulled out a small length of chain, with what looked like pincers connected to each end. At the base of each pincer was a small ring. She sat down next to Amber, running her hand through the slave's vibrant gold hair, and brushed her cheek.

“A little surprise for you, dear,” she said with a smile. She took the young woman's right nipple between her fingers, rubbing it gently, until it stiffened tangibly. Chandra placed the pincers around the jutting nipple, and slid the ring up towards the ends, tightening the small metal grip around Amber's flesh. She went slowly, and Amber could feel the vice around her poor nipple getting tighter and tighter until she winced. Just as she thought she would cry out, Chandra eased up a little and left the clamp in place, and then proceeded to put the pincer at the other end of the chain around the slave's left nipple.

When she finished Amber felt an uncomfortable pressure at the tips of her breasts, pulsing small jolts of pain with each heartbeat. Chandra fondled Amber's sex again with her right hand and took the chain of the clamps in her left. She pulled them up, slowly at first, tugging harder and higher. Amber moaned as conflicting sensations raced through the most tender parts of her body. Her hips bucked involuntarily as Chandra moved her fingers into her, and the warm sensual feeling between her legs mixed with the sharp pain that screamed from her poor nipples. Beads of sweat appeared on Amber's forehead and she bit her lip. Chandra let the chain down and slapped each of her breasts, sending another sharp stream of pain through her.

Chandra pushed three fingers provocatively into Amber's sex now, daring the slave to climax. Amber sighed deeply, high thigh muscles tensed, as waves of pleasure washed through her. But she managed to keep in control and held herself in check.

“Good girl,” said Chandra. “I think it's time our friend played with you.”

She went back to Belle's cage. The blonde pet had rested a bit. Chandra opened her cage and led Belle out, her finger in the front ring of the pet slave's collar. She took Belle to the foot of the bed and she climbed up, her knees between Amber's outstretched legs, facing the beautiful bound slave. Chandra picked up the phallus and offered it to Belle, who licked up and down the shaft before taking it awkwardly in her mittened hands.

“Would you like to lick Amber's pussy, dear, hmm?” she asked. Belle nodded and smiled through her ring gag. “Go ahead, pet.” Bell stuck her tongue out past the leather ring that held her mouth open and lowered her head onto Amber's sex. She used one hand to hold herself steady and with the other she put the shaft of the dildo into her own. Amber's breathing quickened and intensified, as the warm little tongue sent a tingling feeling down her legs. Belle kept her tongue out and moved her head around, going from Amber's clit to the inside of her sex. The insatiable tongue made Amber's whole body glow warmly and her cheeks flush with pleasure. The feeling was almost too much for her and she strained instinctively against her restraints.

“And now you can finish what you started with her own tongue, dear,” said Chandra as she moved her leg across the bed and sat towering over Amber, facing Belle at her feet. The submissive slave nodded and Chandra lowered her waist over her Amber's mouth. Amber worked her tongue over Chandra's moist labia, tasting her sweet juices. Her whole body was a conduit of pleasurable feelings; the smell of sweat and sex overwhelmed her other senses. There was a swelling deep inside her pelvis, growing until it spread through her legs to the tip of her pinched nipples. She tilted her head back and exhaled sharply again and again until the feeling subsided and she had regained her senses a bit. She continued to attend the Mistress's pussy. Chandra closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Then she took Belle's head in her hands and kissed her pet on the lips. She bent over and took the phallus from Belle, and rubbed it vigorously against Amber's clit. Belle's breasts heaved and jingled. Finally Chandra tossed her head back and let out a satisfied moan. Belle came soon after.

It took some time for Amber to wash off the dry wax, sweat and other fluids from her body and make herself presentable fro her Mistress. Back home she did what sweeping she could, hoping it would be enough for Keira. Her Mistress returned, tired from her archery and sword practice that day. Amber undressed her owner and gave her a bath, rubbing soap on her and rinsing the woman's body thoroughly—Amber paid particular attention to Keira's breasts and sex, which her Mistress appreciated. When she was done, Keira dried herself while Amber fixed the Amazon's hair. The Mistress lay face down on her bed while Amber massaged her, something the blonde was particularly good at. She rubbed a scented oil onto Keira's back.

“Mm, I don't know how I got by without you, Amber,” said her Mistress. “I know mother says I spoil you, but I think I'm lucky to have you. Just don't tell her I said that.”

“That's very kind, Mistress,” said Amber sincerely. She bent down and kissed Keira's neck, and planted a series of kisses down her back. It was good to be with her own Mistress again, who did not put her through quite so much pain, but Amber began to think. Wouldn't it be more exciting if Keira hurt her just a little bit more? The session she had in Chandra's chamber was unlike anything she had experienced before. Even the painful moments seemed to make her moist as she recalled them. And she knew she could endure it; it wasn't as though Chandra's session had been some unbearable torture. Amber sat next to her Mistress while she ate; Keira generously let her slave sip a little wine from her chalice.

“Have you ever used the wax from a burning candle on a slave before, Mistress?” Amber asked during dinner.

“Hmm? You trying to give me ideas, pet?”

“I was just thinking, Mistress,” said Amber with a sheepish smile.

Keira decided Amber probably didn't need a training session that evening. Instead she took Amber straight to bed and languidly made love to her. They moaned together in pleasure for a good part of the night. Secretly, Amber imagined being bound up in Chandra's playroom as the flogger licked her skin over and over, and the thought made her moist again.

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