She visits the male section

Danya's eyes kept coming back to Lust, the head demoness whose purple skin, horns, and sexually perfect features proved too much to resist. She entered the pit of male punishment, intending to score some lesbian love from Lust.

"What have we here?" inquired Lust, raising an eyebrow at the oh-so-sexy Danya. "A new succubus, perhaps? No, I can see that you are far more than that." Lust looked Danya up and down, her gaze so intense that the girl couldn't help but feel self-conscious. "You've come to pleasure me, then?" the head demoness asked with confidence.

"Yes, and to have you pleasure me as well," was Danya's reply. Obviously impressed with the new arrival's confidence, she replied, "Oh, is that so?!" Chuckling, she continued, "What makes you think you're worthy of my pleasure, girl?"

Now Danya really was nonplussed. She stammered for a moment until Lust silenced her with a flick of her wrist. "Show me. Prove it to me. Take pleasure from this man..." Lust pointed at a fine male specimen who was chained to the wall, his arms and legs spread wide exposing his near-perfect musculature. The prisoner sneered at Danya, implying that she didn't have what it took.

With a wicked grin, Danya grabbed a flogger from a nearby table. With a thought, she clothed herself in the traditional garb of a dominatrix: a skin-tight gray rubber tank dress that barely conceiled her ample assets, stunning high-heeled boots that clicked on the floor as she walked, and even a rubber head covering that, while it left her entire face uncovered, curved around her neck and over her hair, letting it spill out the top in a tumbling ponytail of power. Without a word she snapped the leather cords of the flogger, then brandished it against the ****. On the first vicious slap against his six-pack hard abs he cried out in pain--not a good sign regarding his endurance, Danya thought.

For the next 45 minutes or so she worked over the bound male using a variety of implements. She would vary harsh punishment with tender caresses, sometimes even using her tongue to soothe or tease parts of his body. By this time the man was writhing in his bonds, sweat pouring off him in streams. Bruises and welts rose from his skin, as did his throbbing erection which looked like it was about to explode. Danya decided it was almost time, and so grabbed the first flogger she had been using. She lifted the ultra-short dress to reveal her bald pussy and then held the handle against her cunt. As viciously as any punishment she gave the ****, she rammed the large round handle into her snatch. Pleasure and pain mingled in her mind, causing an instant orgasm (the punishment session had left her desperately horny). She slid the huge device in and out of her cunt, moaning and screeching in intense pleasure. Finally her crescendo of ecstasy subsided, and she turned her predatory gaze back to the bound, helpless man.

Continuing to look at him like a piece of meat, she sauntered over to him and grabbed his rock-hard cock in her hand. She stepped in right next to him and guided his man-meat into her waiting pussy, engulfing all of it in one fluid motion. She reached up and scratched his chest with her fingernails, raising new angry welts and making the **** grunt in pain. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she rocked her hips back and forth, moving his phallus in and out of her pleasure canal. As she continued to fuck him, taking her pleasure from him, she would occasionally slap his face or his ass, or scratch other parts with her nails. She was ensuring he would be unable to separate pain from pleasure in his mind once this session was complete.

Feeling another orgasm building within her, she increased the tempo of her riding, still going far slower than he would probably have liked but increasing the pleasure on his pole a hundredfold. "Cum for me now, bitch," Danya ordered. She squeezed his dick with her pussy muscles while continuing to rock back and forth. Helpless, the man screamed in release, his cock obeying his Mistress. Danya came too, getting off on the complete and total power she now had over this ****. "Yes! That's it, bitch! You are mine!" She threw her head back and simply moaned as more and more waves of pleasure washed over her rubber-clad body.

As the orgasm subsided, Danya was brought back to reality by the sound of very slow clapping. She turned a sultry eye back at Lust, and was answered by...