It is best to simply kill us and be done with it. Right?" the sorceror asked with a lightly mocking lilt to his voice as he circled Jonar, his eyes on...the axe the young barbarian kept between the two of them. "That is a finely crafted weapon given to you by someone who knew the path you would travel, my young friend. The Clerics of Light do not part with such things cheaply, but I doubt you paid what it is worth. There have been truthseekers propping you up and leading you around by your nose. I cannot move since my legs are held apart. You tell me to answer correctly if I do not want to feel more smacks. I cry out yes sir, it feels good. You say good girl, turn me around, and give me a hug. Pulling me into the front room, you lean me over the spanking horse, unchaining my hands from my neck and strapping them to the front, while hooking my legs to the other end, bent over spread eagle. I hear you rustling in the toy bag looking for a certain toy. You walk back over, and slide your. Just the thought of you wearing it got my cock hard. I picked it up, I couldn’t help myself, I looked at the gusset, a little discharge, but the smell was amazing. I imagined your pussy enclosed in the material, rubbing against the leather of a saddle, pushing yourself harder onto it as you orgasm on the back of a horse.Next thing I know, I was shooting spunk all over the bathroom, including over and in your tiny knickers. I rubbed the cum into your panties to soak it up and placed the to the. "How do you keep track of time?" I asked."Well, there are a variety of ways, but its simplest to just say that I am always aware of the date and time, down to the microsecond, actually," he said with some trace of boastfulness."Good, then from now on you will be our timekeeper," I told him. "I'm getting tired of being surprised by how much time has passed when we're down here training. You will keep track of the time for us and be our alarm clock and appointment reminder. Agreed?" Well of.