Each time the thick, thuddy tails hit her, she groaned and the spreader bar would sc**** on the floor from the impact on her body. Then I switched to...her cunt. At first, just soft, easy, underhand swings upwards, so the leather would strike her ass and her crotch. As I swung the flogger, I tried to drag the heavy bison tails a bit, so the rough edges of the leather would sc**** across her sensitive flesh. Gradually, I increased the pace and strength of the whipping.She was breathing faster,. It wasn’t in her yet, and besides it was too large to enter her without entirely damaging her reproductive system. She felt panic mixed in with her lust. What if he should attempt to enter her? She would probably die. Or her uterus would be so thoroughly damaged that she could never bear a baby. Lust took over before she could follow these thoughts. His hypnotic eyes sucked her mind right back into lust. She didn’t know when she had wanted to make love so badly. Not even her first time. The ‘back bar’ of the pub was a rich brown, the dark colour of real age, and boasted a publican who firmly resisted the blandishments of the brewery wanting to convert it to a ‘theme pub’. Mahogany and copper shone on the bar top and the beer was good, cellar cool and hand pumped. The horse-brasses shone with real polished care, the old wood centre beam was black with age. The pictures on the walls were a mixture of sepia prints of old past publicans and regular customers, the cricket team. That wasn't like her, she realized. Alya would never sacrifice good studying time for such simple pleasures. At least, that used to be the way she felt. She was a bookworm, but lately she had felt a lot more social, at least around Matt and her roommates.She sighed and closed her book. If she was going to let her mind wander like that, there was no point staying here in the library. She wasn't really getting any studying done anyway. Maybe after taking a long break with Lissa she would hit the.