Eventually his Master stopped, breathing heavily, and throwing the flogger down on the floor by his well beaten slave. “Thank you for giving me what...I deserved Master” our trained little visitor replied. The amusing thing was there was actual gratitude in his voice. Slumping back beside me, his Master unzipped his jeans, exposing his swollen cock and balls. I reached over and grabbed the slave by his ear, twisting it hard and pulling him down until his face was buried in his Masters pubic hair.. They would know if my words and tone came across as real.Meanwhile in Greeley, a very rattled Rory Crabtree is placing a call to his boss, Harlow Woodard.“Hello, Boss. Things didn’t go as we planned.“I don’t know why I failed, but it scared the hell out of me. So, I’m going to check out of my motel, ship my gear to you, and catch the first available flight out of this town. I don’t care where it’s going, as long as it is away from here and not toward you. I’ll take my time before coming back,. 'Just submitto our service and she will be instantly free.' Satyra's voice caught in her throat. 'I…I can't do that. Anythingelse, name it an I'll…' 'There is nothing else of yours we want,' Sadiste cut her off. 'But don'tworry, you'll have another few days to change your mind, while your lover bleedsand is fucked by the Romans.' She smiled again, hideous mirth in her words. Satyra wavered, her lovely face a mask of anguish. Tears welled in her emeraldeyes, but she turned away. 'I won't,' she. ”“May we see him?” the goodwoman asked. “We’re not afraid of a little hard work if it means we can bring him to Tyln’s altar.”Sister Mendfred stared at the pair dubiously, her face showing she was clearly torn. Finally, though, she sighed. “Please. Wait here.”“Bring him to Tyln’s altar?” Goodman Tulat whispered in disbelief. “The gods are going to punish you for your lies, Elva!”“We kneel to Deia, Ardt,” Elva replied loftily, her voice no louder than Ardt’s own. “She’s much more ... flexible.