Where was he being taken? He could only surmise as he was whipped through the familiar whitewashed streets and squares of the old town in the blazing ...orning sunshine. His cock bulged with anticipation, as the palatial marble fortress home of Madam Ella came into sight; the big woman whipped him for good measure when she noted his realisation of his destination, making bystanders push themselves flat against nearby walls, lest they should taste the whip by accident. He love to service. " I didn't think he'd taken me seriously. The sight of those instruments on the bed was unexpected and a little unsettling, certainly enough to make me consider escaping to thwart his master plan. And yet, I was also aware of being curiously excited, aroused enough to suddenly moisten my panties.Before I could make another move, Kevin had me in his grasp. "I'm going to use those things to punish you like you said you wanted me to for being a bad girl and not trusting me," he said sternly.I. Tom rolled out of bed. ‘My turn.’ Impatiently, he brushed his teeth, while waiting for the erection to subside so he could relieve the pressure in his bladder. He washed the important parts and hurried back, ready to start the day off with a bang. The dim light revealed an empty bed. The front door was slightly ajar. ‘Not again.’ Thoughts switched from passion to rejection in the wink of an evil eye. Still naked, Tom swung the door wide, and yelled, ‘Hannah!’ into the storm. The rain sizzled. " There is a ritual, performed in our other sacred site." he was talking about where the noon sun cast no shadow. A small staircase like structure was there, it was where spirits could climb down to earth and humans climb up to the heavens, "I have heard of the fertility of your soul. This ritual brings it to your body and thus draws the fertility of the gods back into the earth. Will you act as our Pempen, our spirit bridge?"My friend in the Anthropology department would have a fit. Not only.