Lash her further

You point to the whip on the ground and she smiles again. She reaches down for it, exposing her entire ass in a glowing, heavenly display. You slap it, not lightly, with the flat of the sword, and her hiss is as eager as it is pained. She spreads her legs a little wider and braces her arms on the ground. You smack her again. Two parallel red welts have begun to rise on her ass, glowing lines across the tan flesh. You run your finger down the groove of her ass and she pushes it back against you, forcing your fingers inside her. You pull them out and smack her again, even harder, for her mischievousness. It strikes so hard that the edge makes a thin, straight cut on her cheek. Another strike and she yelps with pleasure at the sensation, the cold steel burning on the tender skin. Finally you pull her up to her feet and take the whip that she picked up. As she begins to caress herself, you circle around her, enjoying the sight of her stroking her tits, her ass, her legs. It's nearly a full-on erotic dance. As you circle her, you swing the whip, striking her back and her breasts. She moans with pain and pleasure. You swing at her crotch, and she yelps and covers her tender pussy with her hands. Moments later, though, her hands are energetically pumping at her groin as the pain ignites other sensations. Her breath accelerates and her moans grow louder and more energetic, rising in a crescendo to a fever pitch. You speed up your lashing, putting more strength into it, occasionally swinging the flat of the sword as well. Finally she crests and screams her pleasure aloud, trailing off into a long moan of contentment. She's happy, but not satisfied- not in the least.

Suddenly, she grabs the sword from your grasp. Controlling her actions, you calmly let her do as she likes. She walks up to you, sword in hand, then swings it down to the floor. Reversing her grip, she puts the pommel to her slit and slides it in, beginning to pick up speed again with her other hand. She slowly drives it further and further with each thrust. You stand close behind her and look over her shoulder, enjoying the sight of her big breasts swinging with her enthusiasm. She grinds her hips in your groin, moaning again like an animal in heat. Her hair feels like silk on your chest, and you reach forward to grip her tits, squeezing the soft mounds and teasing her nipples. Her fervor with the sword hilt grows and her left hand hasn't stopped, rubbing and pulling her clit with such energy it's a wonder she doesn't hurt herself. The ridges of the sword handle grind inside her, pressing against the wall of her cunt and teasing her with sensation. Her ass pumps against your hard-on, driving you wild. You hear her breathing speed up and her hand is working like mad while the sword hilt pumps in and out even faster. Her juice slips down the sword blade and drips on the ground. With each thrust she grunts, which become moans and then cries of ecstasy. Finally she shudders in your grasp and shakes with wave after wave of convulsive pleasure, falling limp in your grasp after what seems like three whole minutes. You casually drop her to the floor and look her over. Sticky, sweaty, and sexy- but sated? Not yet.