As his tongue works its way up and down between her cheeks he whispers for her to pull them apart opening her ass for him. When she does she holds her...breath knowing what is coming next. With his hands on her hips, cheeks pulled wide apart, he pulls her back sliding his tongue deep into her asshole. She feels it sliding inside her as her body builds toward an orgasm. Slowly at first, then getting faster, he works his tongue in and out of her tight asshole, her muscles trying to pull it deeper. Each night, after those first few cold hours of her punishment, had been spent under the stars in balmy languorous ease and she had slept deeply and well. The guilt she had felt at her treatment of the brave young King had evaporated and been replaced by a complacent sense of her own far-seeing righteousness. After all, real, hard men should learn to take many fearsome, damaging and painful blows, the more the better, she told herself. She wanted the man she married to have a body covered with. Until he is either killed or captured, my brother remains under heavy guard."Marci nodded and motioned to the Durcunusaan. "As you order." She spoke turning to the Spartans in the room. "Take them." She ordered.Isabella turned to Marci. "I must return to the Constable's holding cells. Something is not right with ussta she-elf."Marci nodded. "Go. I will see to these two."Dysea stared at the cult leader from across the small table as she had for the last several minutes. His dark eyes were. Ambition won out over loyalty. "It was Gillian … Gillian Formby … Please … don't fire her. She was only trying to help." Her voice turned wistful, but she really didn't care what happened to Gillian."We will deal with her," Daley said. "We may not have to fire her, but we will have to have a talk. She likely forgot about the photos of her nude." Nude? Louise fought shock at the notion that these executives were capable of cruel and wicked acts to keep a woman under control. "We will need a few.