This was obviously her first time wielding a strap-on. She would suffer for it tomorrow no doubt. Her ass, back and thighs would be so stiff and sore she’d barely be able to walk. But like nearly all initiates she was currently so swept up in the moment that her mind would drive her body far past its proper limits with no consideration for the toll it would eventually take. And exacerbating this situation was the truly vitriolic anger and hate driving her.
At the opposite end of the row from him, Thrall couldn’t see her at all. But he could hear as well as everyone in the theater the truly venomous abuse she continually heaped upon her slave. Pausing only to scream out the occasional orgasm, or concentrate her grunting, snarling energies on f*****g him extra furiously, she stabbed and bat
