Female elf wizard plays with Ciri, torturing and humiliating

Ciri notice a female elf, obviously a mage from her appearance and the aura she sense from her, paying to play with Ciri. She approaches Ciri as every one stares at her and her magnificent body, which is revealed quite well by her outfit.

When she reaches Ciri, she kneels besides her, and Ciri see a glint of compassion in her face.

She softly strokes Ciri's face. "Oh, poor thing, let me help you," she says kindly.

Tears of relief spring to Ciri's red eyes. "Oh, thank you!" Greyhair hope that maybe she will rescue her, or prevent at least from more harm done to her.

Suddenly Ciri feel a sharp stinging in her cheek, as she viciously slaps Ciri face.

"You stupid cunt, you think that's why I paid so much money!" She pulls your head up by witcheress hair, her face close to Ciri, as she says "You will service me good, or I promise you will be sorry...". Ciri hear laughter from the crowd as she whimper from the blow.

Surprised and annoyed by her, Ciri decide upon the braver course of action - she spit on her face, and although missing her eye, she hit her near her mouth.

The crowd is silenced as all eyes are upon the elf. She licks Ciri saliva, tasting it like it's a fine wine, and turns her face back to witcheress.

"In a way, I'm glad you did that," she says, strangely calm.

She speaks a magical word and suddenly a nasty looking riding crop appears in her hand.

"Don't you dare to-" Ciri manage to say before she is cut short by a flurry of blows on her breasts, her legs, her stomach, her face, her pussy.

Ciri cry and scream in pain as she ruthlessly punishes her with the crop, her aim always true.

"This is my favorite magical crop - very painful, but makes no lasting damage at all. As you can all see, no marks are visible upon this slut's body," she tell Ciri and the audience in between strikes.

She kicks Ciri helpless body until witcheress are turned over, lying on her belly. She doesn't let up, wiping Ciri back and ass, to the cheers of the crowd, who suggests as to where she should aim her blows. "Left ass cheek", "right thigh", "upper back" and so on.

After several minutes of the pain, Ciri cries turn into a pitiful whimpering and sobbing. Then, she suddenly ceases the ****.

"Well, slut, had enough? Willing to service your betters now? Or do we need more persuasive measures?" she asks, any hint of the kindness she had replaced with nothing but cold cruelty.