Drawing it back for the second stroke I brought it down briskly and as the cane met its target Debbie once more thrust back her head, simultaneously a...ching her spine, as she cried, “OW-AH-OW....OH……..BLOODY, BLOODYHELL.” As she fought to recompose, my eyes traversed her buttocks satisfying myself that the white line I had just painted with the cane was positioned exactly as intended. Barely had this line had time to flush deep red before Debbie responded with, “Two Sir,” Drawing the cane back. . bad.’ She groans almost as much from fear as from pain and whimpers, ‘I … I don’t know anything .. please.. don’t hurt me.’ She whimpers as she sees the cold, evil smile quirk the corner of his mouth, tangled in her own thoughts she thinks how she would have wanted to kiss that mouth in another time and place … then a blazing realization… he’s enjoying this .. she won’t be spared! He sees the realization in her eyes and laughs, a frightening sound, and backhands her, speaking softly in a cold. He told me once that his personal record was five orgasms in a day, he even remembered her name, used to play ball against her husband. But that was only one time; since then, he hasn't hit five again, even with me. I think he was dreaming about hitting five again. As for me, though I had screamed my orgasms each time I felt his delicious cum spurt into one of my holes, I still needed more.I idly rubbed my clit, and bent to take a nipple into my mouth, loving the sucking sensation even though. Having him force her to pleasure, coax her despite her resistance or desires, making her body and mind betray her by overwhelming her senses - that was one thing. *Asking it to do those things to her with her in full possession of her faculties was another thing entirely. Rachel... could take care of herself. That would show him.Rachel freed her right arms again so that she could begin her own little play of self-pleasure... Or rather, she tired to. This time the tendrils surrounding her arms.