What is your name?' 'Slut,' she sobbed. 'Good girl. Are you ready?' 'Yes, Sir.' The belt struck softer this time and she was overwhelmed by a sense of...disappointment. 'Two. Thank you Slut. Harder!' This time she screamed as the leather sliced across her buttocks. 'Four. Thank you Slut. Harder!' Her legs gave way at the final strike. As she sat on the cold, wet floor with the hot water pouring over her she saw a thin trickle of blood running into the drain. 'Five. Thank you Slut,' she gasped.. They then placed it in the little space left between the other tributes already placed at the shrine. And these were strange and diverse.There was a necklace made from mussel shells. There was a clay figurine of what resembled a beaver. There was a wooden carving of a deer's head and antlers. There were many precious stones—including flint, tin, pebbles, ammonites and fossil wood—together with feathers, bear's claws, viper's fangs and shrivelled toadstools. There were so many different ways. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached out for my cock, and then her cool fingers closed around the hot shaft and she lowered her head towards my aching cock. She began to suck gently on the head, I shuddered with pleasure. I pictured her standing before a group of boys, exposing her young body to them. She started to suck harder, her fingers gripping my shaft. She was driving me closer and closer to climax, and I was trying desperately to prolong the pleasure. Finally, I could hold out. None of the Jenkins family was homeand it wasn't safe to be walking around the town with she stepfather onthe prowl so against his better judgment, they hid out at his place forthe day on the promise they'd go tomorrow.She slid underneath the covers, laying her head on his chest but takingcare not to aggravate his still injured ribs. Brushing a stray braid outof his face, she kissed him on the nose. He was so full of surprises, shenever expected him to really stand up to her stepfather like.