Moving on from my ass the belt finds my back, arms, and legs. No exposed flesh is safe from the hail of blows that the man inflicts on me. I scream an... cry until my voice is hoars. Tears stream from my face as I choke out guttural sobs of anguish.Warm blood runs down my arm as the metal cuffs chafe at my wrist. It feels like there is no end for my torture. I am begging for mercy from behind the gag, pleading for my assailant to stop. I would do anything to stop him, just wanting the unbearable. When I got into my first period class, Ancient Greek, that morning, I was dismayed to find that even my teacher wasn't in. I spent the first 5 minutes of the class with my headphones clamped on my head and half asleep, it wasn't until I noticed the shadow on my left that I realised I wasn't as lone as I thought.It was Stefan, he's in the year above me and because both our classes are so small, we'd been chucked in the same room. I turned off my music and waved a half greeting, I didn't know him. ’ ‘Indeed,’ the stout procurer replied. ‘Nevertheless, ye can learn. I have already taken it upon myself to ask Gwynna to learn ye in the ways of proper wenching, should ye change your mind. She has worked here now nearly half a score! ‘ ‘I thank thee for your consideration Boislyn. I will think on it, really I will.’ * * * * * Bryon ate heartily of the sweet bounty his foster mother laid before him. The delicious hard cheeses, the savory, tender meats, and the hot, baked, mouthwatering breads. The bathroom was filled with my scent and the sounds of both ecstasy and my gushing pussy as she lapped at it, while her fingers twisted and turned . "Oh god," I moaned as her nose rubbed against my swollen clit, making it tingle. Her tongue dived deeper, sending waves of yet more pleasure over my entire body. My legs were trembling and my hands clutched the sink. I fell forward more, my face pressing up against the glass. Her tongue suddenly withdrew and gave me a long lick all the way up to.