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"No, Marait, we're not done yet." You lay down the switch for a moment and take the knife up again. You rub the edge lightly across her reddened tits, making her hiss in pain as the razor sharp knife breaks tiny cuts in the skin. Putting it beneath her chin, you raise her head so she looks you in the eyes. "I decide when we're done. But I will give your lovely bosom a rest." Walking past her agonized face, you slip the knife tip under her belt and cut through it, then slide it down the curve of her back into the groove of her ass. You lever it gently up, teasingly cutting her leggings slowly apart. Slitting down the inseams, her leggings fall away, along with her loincloth. Her long, lovely legs now hang exposed, leading down to her lovely round ass and beneath her her a thin, fuzzy blonde bush hides her pussy. You lay down the knife again and pick up a short sturdy branch, wedging it between her knees to hold her legs apart. "Drop the branch, darling, and I return to your breasts. They must be getting nice and tender now, aren't they?" Without another word you lash down on her ass, her hanging figure putting it perfectly in position for a good switching. Two or three strokes and the branch falls from her quaking legs. Like lightning you swing back up and lay two strokes on the underside of her breasts. Her yelps are now interjecting between sobs of breath. "Was that an accident, Marait? Or are you enjoying the sensation better on your tits?" She gasps, "An accident, Master, an accident. I..." She swallows hard and continues. "I like it better on my ass, Master." You kindly return the branch to its former position and smile at her. "Well, far be it from me to deny you those things you enjoy, here in my humble abode, darling..." You resume, lashing her glowing ass even harder and faster than before. She shrieks so loudly you're certain she can be heard by the other women three levels below. As a respite, you pause a moment, then strike as hard as you can on her tender pussy. She shrieks louder then ever before, trailing off into a sob. The branch drops free again and you lean forward to switch her on the nipples again. The pain scarcely registers, so afire is her pussy. You don't bother with the branch this time, swinging twice more on her crotch. The second strike doesn't even land, so tightly are her legs locked together. 

At your command the vines lower her gently towards the ground. As she comes closer to it, she sucks in her breath in anticipation of the easing of pressure on her limbs. Just an inch shy of the ground you halt her progress, her face so close to the ground she could stick out her tongue and touch it. Her arms shudder with pain as she writhes, **** for the release the ground offers. After a moment you release her altogether, and she thumps to the ground with a thud. You step back and decide the sobbing wreck before you has had enough... for the moment.