.." If you can kill Lazarus, it won't matter."And that was the ultimate reason for all of this, for all the plots and deceptions, just so I could kill...one woman. One very special woman. Unlikely as it sounds to the lay person, the Lazarus that Jesus had raised from the dead two thousand years ago was still very much alive. Perhaps stranger than that was the fact that Lazarus was a woman, not a man as the bible suggests. But history has often been rewritten, for a variety of reasons, and that. Carly threw herself in her new position with fervor. She learned how to use all sorts of pain inducing tools; fire, whips, canes, clamps, knives and many more. She learned the art of physical punishment but also mental punishment. Her favorite was the first male slave she had to punish. He had attacked a guard and was to be cowered into submission. It was a huge man, standing more than a foot above Carly. He left the dungeon three days later unable to sleep on his back for almost a month. From. "Holy Christ," she heard his deeply masculine voice boom above her. "That's a witch's kiss. I said a kiss, not a goddamned chicken peck. Kiss it! Open those sexy red lips!"Her sensually pouting lower lip rubbed all across and around the tip of Mark's throbbing rod, while his fingers twisted tightly in her hair, pulling her face along. Laura could feel the pulsating, blood- filled ridges of his penile shaft against her mouth, and, considered how Rover's penis might feel against her lips in a. The room was a tad cold, so my nipples were quick to erect before I had ever touched them. And I gingerly began to caress them, lightly pinching them, and rubbing them occasionally. Watching the doctor on the monitor, I salivated onto my fingers and let them stroke my nipples again. This continued for several minutes as my tits got harder, and somewhat sore. Then, the doctor changed his tune. He took off his patients pink thong and threw it to the floor. He then put two of his fingers inside.