Kythril

The whip cracked, and Kythril cried out from behind the gag as it struck her on the ass. Red marks were crisscrossed all over her body as she hung from the ceiling by the cuffs around her wrist.

As Lucas had gotten busier with his work in the bar and now the brothel, he no longer had the time to give her the **** she desperately needed.

One day, she broke down and asked the only other person who knew about her twisted cravings. She was happy to help out.

Eldwyn wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. Though she'd gotten very capable with the instrument of ****, whipping her sister always tired her out. She let the whip fly again, and again, and again, striking Kythril's stomach, then her tits, and finally between her legs.

"'Eehhhh!" Kythril screeched, desperately drawing her legs up to protect her most sensitive place. "Urhnnnn...!"

She jerked wildly, her body turning halfway around its axis, revealing the thick piercings through each nipple, now weighted down to stretch them painfully, just the way she liked it.

This only exposed her rear hole, though, which Eldwyn expertly pinpointed for her next blow.

Kythril cried out again, instinctively clenching her buttocks, allowing Eldwyn to once more strike her between the legs. She continued liked this, alternating her strikes, occasionally taking a brief detour to lash at either elongated nipple, never allowing Kythril to anticipate where the next blow might land.

Nowadays, Eldwyn wasn't the only person who tormented Kythril, though.

When Lucas realized he could not give Kythril the **** that she yearned for, he offered her a place in the brothel, providing a safer place for her to meet her needs. She'd said 'no'. It had taken a session with the whip—her first—before he managed to get her to agree.

Of course, precautions had to be taken. Only trusted—and thoroughly vetted—patrons were permitted to attend to her. Even then, when she was with a customer, there was always someone else nearby, keeping an eye on her on a peephole in a cleverly disguised door, ready to rush in if the need arose. The added expense was well worth it—apparently, both men and women were willing to pay a lot of coin for the chance to **** a helpless girl for half a bell. Especially if that girl would cum her brains out in the process.

Kythril did just that right now, groaning in ecstasy as the whip bit into her flesh again and again. She drew her legs up one last time, and cried out with both torment and euphoria, each seeming to feed the other until finally she hung limp, exhausted, breathing low.