A pair of triangular ears, tawny like her hair, thrust up at the top of her head and twitched like a cat’s. A face stared at me, golden eyes slitted... A lamia. Her slitted eyes fixed on me, keen vision noticing me.Then they flicked to the sleeping, snoring man.The warleader slept naked atop his blankets, his body a dusky brown and so muscled his veins stood out against his skin. A shaved head gleamed in the lantern light. A black mustache, the ends long and drooping down to his chin, adorned a. “That is very simple Mrs Devereaux. What we want from you is to hear you scream and see you bleed. What we are going to do is whip you to until we draw blood, and maybe a little longer and then enjoy your various holes again.” He turned to the others “Begin”Jean heard the crack of a whip and turned to see one of the men with a long bullwhip to on e side of her, she looked to the other and saw a second. She screamed as the first blow hit and she screamed throughout the whipping. Twenty-four. I said we'd neither seen nor heard from her since Tuesday, when we left after Christmas dinner.After dinner, mum called Rachel and asked about Henry. Rachel gave her his mobile number. We talked about it, but had too little information to even do much speculating. I phoned my parents on Sunday and learned that Henry had taken Sarah off for a jaunt on his motorcycle about noon on Boxing Day. "Again!" was the extent of my commentary; but when I spoke to Rachel, I expressed unhappiness with my. “Spread you legs!” I ordered, and she moved immediately. I felt her pussy with the edge of my hand and noted it’s wetness.“You’re awful wet down here. You eyes say “No. No. No., but your pussy says ‘Whip my ass raw.” I said in sing song kinda way. Mindy started complaining into her gag, begging me not to do what she knew was coming. I continued to let my hand enjoy itself, fingering Mindy for a moment, feeling the hot moisture of her cunt, and smelling it’s pungent odor. My thumbed worked it’s.