Barry was already bare, a scatter of tattoos accentuating his pulchritude. He sat on the stacked mattresses and leaned back, crossing muscular arms behind his head. Candlelight gleamed on his bald skull and Jia felt a first stirring of lust to go with her eagerness for fresh energy – and her anticipation of the first success of her quest. Pulling free the quirt clipped to her hip she crouched before her victim. A quick glance ensured her worshipper had an unobstructed view from his gibbet little more than an arm’s reach away. Raising her voice, she may have been speaking to both men.
“I’m going to hurt you some. I want to see what it does to flavor things up.”
Before either could object the Empress commenced.
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Between all the squeezing, twisting, nipping, gnashing and lashing with h
