"I thank my Mistress for making all this possible. I will fight for My Mistress until I fall dead. I would far sooner die than dishonour her! I am her...Slave and Warrior for ever!" Fine words, Warrior Slave Francine! Let us see you live up to them today!"Then Frederica came out. Francine saw that she had been crying - obviously she was deeply unhappy that whipping Francine would be her duty from now on. As soon as The Lady Fortescue and her retinue had gone away, she tried to comfort her. I panicked while thinking about what this cream would be doing to me shortly, but I soon realized that it was just a lotion. It smelled very girly and made my skin feel extremely soft to the touch as he again explored my body roughly with his hands.Once he was satisfied that the lotion had been rubbed in everywhere, his focus turned to my cock and balls. Mainly, attempting to make them disappear from the feel of it. He pushed with all his might on my balls until they finally receeded inside my. She failed. She looked up at her brother again. He was still looking at her, but he wasn't gloating or even smiling."How does it feel?" Jeff asked her.Kim was taken aback by the question. "What? Oh..." she looked down at herself. She was sitting naked at the dining room table with her family, about to eat dinner. Her gooseflesh had subsided, but the tips of her breasts were drawn up so tight they almost hurt. She started to rub them to get them to ease up, but yanked her hands back into her lap. ‘Tits first. I love how the new ones scream.’ My owner addresses the woman, and she grins. A piercing as long as my fingernail is fitted into the gun and fired into the side if my hard tit. I scream, breathing desperately, yelling out again when the ball of metal secures it in place on the other side. The same thing happens with my other tit, and I go unconscious this time because of the pain in my face and bodice all combined. When I finally return to consciousness, I am in a cage. I feel pain.