She is revived to take the full whipping and is branded.

“What does this mean?” Sandra sheepishly asks about her fumble. “What happens to me now?”

“You have been completely broken by the whip, both in body and mind.” You bluntly state. “As the cruel leather snake once again finds the center of your large round breasts you scream in agony, heaving violently about, vainly straining at your bonds, until darkness consumes you, causing you to collapse into unconsciousness.”

“The Overlord's full justice, however, will not be denied. You give out a frantic gasp as cold water shocks you back into horrible reality. A low level cleric is summoned to cast Cure Light Wounds on you, who greatly enjoys fondling your bruised beaten naked breasts as part of the spell's somatic requirements. Though the incantation restores just enough Hit Points for you to remain conscious for the rest of your punishment, it does nothing to relieve the anguish of your broken spirit. You scream out for mercy as the whip-master returns to his work. The eight lashes are going to be a living hell as the whip slowly, methodically, whistles through the air, time and time again cracking hard against some part of your bare tits. Your body jerks, your breasts obscenely heave up and down as streams of cum bead down your inner legs. In desperation you offer your tormentors anything and everything: Forsaking your god, renouncing your clerical vows, turning over your friends, and even begging for the mob to use your body however they like, all to have the flogging stop. Yet your whipping continues.”

Picking up Sandra's d20 you look over at the **** sophomore. “I'm going to have you roll out the last eight lashes, to make things fair and complete.” You announce.

Sandra extends her hand, assuming you're going to give her the dice.

“Get into position.” You order instead. “And don't roll until I call out a lash.”

The top-heavy cleric's eyes go wide in shock and fear.

“You fumbled.” You bluntly state. “You failed your friends, your god, your vows and the quest. Why should you receive any mercy?”

Submissively Sandra bows her head and slides her trembling sex hard over the knob. She groans in discomfort, frustration and lust as she drops the dice you try to put into her shaking hand.

“That doesn't count.” You decree. “Now pick it up and stay in position.” Sandra's paws at the dice as she begins to consistently masturbate against the knob, carrying out her condemnation. “The clerk calls out for lash 41.” You return to the role-play.

Counting out Rae's final lashes slowly drives the librarian science major over the edge. Her futile attempts to retain some dignity and decorum soon give away to forbidden animalistic lust. **** to hump away on the chair drives the busty brunette into one long soul-shattering orgasm, as she vainly tries to roll the dice at your command, completely unconcerned to what number comes up. Her skin is soon covered in sweat as she shamelessly fondles her tits through her gray dress t-shirt, giving out deep guttural groans. Rhythmically panting, “fuck, fuck, oh fuck” she cannot help but verbalize as her body and mind surrenders. Loudly announcing she is “cumming” Sandra soon screams “It's never been like this! So hard! Too hard! Cumming so hard!” Her torso buckles down on to the table, as her hand pounds and claws across the wood while she continues to grind away on the chair. “Fuck!” She swears again. “It's too much! It hurts! Cumming too hard!” She vainly pleads. Barely is the chastised cleric able to make it to the forty-eighth lash. With the last stroke of the whip, Sandra's body goes limp, collapsing on to the table. Wildly gasping for air the 3rd level priestess has been completely defeated.

Your job as a DM, however, is not done. As if some geas has been placed on you, you're compelled to finish this session. Sandra is too spent to notice you quietly go to your bathroom. Yes, you masturbate to an intense orgasm within a few seconds, though that is not your purpose. When finished you zip up your pants and take the scented candle Vivian as **** you keep lit whenever the party comes over to your apartment. Returning to the living room with the candle you see that Sandra hasn't fully recovered.

“The whip-master pulls the branding iron out from the burning coals. It's 'T' shaped end is white hot and he moves it towards your left breast.” You declare as you move close to defeated cleric.

“Not my on my tits.” Sandra mumbles, barely able to speak. "Please, show me a little mercy.”

“This is going to burn.” You announce. When Sandra doesn't react you add, “Sit up. Pull up your shirt and lean back.”

Turning her head up the buxom brunette gasps when she sees you holding the candle and standing right next to her.

“There is always an addition penalty for fumbling.” Is your answer to her shaken look.

Straightening up with much effort Sandra slips her right thumb under her t-shirt and lifts up her hand to her chin, dragging her shirt up with it. Soon her large bra covered breasts thrust out free from the confines of the material while exposing her cleavage to you and the candle. Though her black bra is somewhat conservative it still cannot conceal her magnificent round tits. You have never seen such a large and firm set before. The top-heavy brown eyed beauty closes her eyes in shame, and anticipation, and looks away as you move the lit candle above the inside of her left breast.

“The whip-master cruelly thrusts the searing hot iron down firmly on to your left tit, branding you forever as a thief.” You declare, before pouring the majority of the hot wax down on Sandra's breasts.

The sound of the sizzling wax striking soft defenseless exposed flesh is met by Sandra violently arching her back as her body goes rigid. A silent scream tries to escape her mouth as her eyes nearly roll back in her head. Her legs go wide, her knees lock, as you can plainly see the large cum stain in green slacks grow bigger as her pelvis quakes up and down.

Though nearly mesmerized by this fantastical sight, you think you can see out of the corner of your eye David's car pull up outside.