She knows what to expect, but I doubt she’s truly mentally prepared for the things I’m about to do to her.“Get on your knees,” I tell her.“Y...s, master” is her heavily accented reply. Her English is far from perfect, but she understands it very well.I walk up to her and grab her chin with my left hand. Her face is cute and small. It almost seems like it could fit in my hand. I slap her, hard and fast. The noise resonates throughout the room, foreshadowing what is to come.The slap pushes her to. It was a small room, and there was a stone altar near the far wall. Cords of thrushes hung from the ceiling all around the room, with little images carved from wood, several on each strand, moving gently. It seemed to her they were rattling. The drumbeat was slightly louder, but seemed to resonate deeply, making her feel it's rhythm almost physically.Jack and two large black men were kneeling in front of the altar. They were all nude, and over their shoulders she could see large cocks stiff. The gaping hole showed satin panties underneath and a wisp of blonde pubes sticking up over the top. My cock twitched again. But as I was walking back, she never noticed and sat down at the poker table.“I’m glad he went home, he was winning all the hands, maybe we’ll have more chances now.” Lynda spoke up.“Yes, and to be honest we kinda like you more than him anyway, you make us laugh.” Sharon added. I was pleased they’d said that. But I Wondered if they’d spiked his drink to make him go,. The blood felt hot on Rev's hands as it tried surging past the pressure to the rhythm of a heartbeat. “He’s still got a pulse. Get that whip away from him,” Rev ordered and started checking the man closer for weapons or magical items that might be brought into play and at the same time trying not to strangle the duplicitous elf with too much pressure on the erupting wound.Rev noticed a medical alert bracelet large enough to contain biomonitoring gear. “We might just be in luck as far as.