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He grinned fiercely and her eyes widened uncertainly for a brief moment before she retook herself. He kept moving forwards until he stood so close to her she had to crane her neck to continue meeting his eyes. Unceremoniously, he placed his hand between her legs, fingers pointed down.

As he pressed against it, he immediately felt her juices leak through the flimsy piece of cloth, with his middle finger easily slipping between her labia. Her other lips parted in sympathy and the softest of moans escaped.

He grabbed a breast in his other hand, not bothering with subtlety. The hard nub of her nipple digs into his palm as he groped her. Her hands found his wrist again, but if anything, she just pulled his hand more tightly against her.

However, that is not what Lucas had planned. He ground the heel of his hand against her mons one final time, then hooked two fingers behind the crotch of her panties and yanked it off her.

The flimsy garment did not stand a chance against his brute strength and ripped along the seams with a delightful tearing sound. Kythril made a quiet little squeal of shock, which he immediately smothered by shoving the moist and torn piece of fabric into her mouth, covering it with his hand to prevent her from spitting it out.

"That's what," he finally answered. "Now, are you ready?"

She eyed him feverishly, her jaw working around the makeshift gag.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

Placing a hand behind her back, he **** her to take two steps towards Eldwyn, who'd been watching the whole exchange with rapt attention. He ignored her, though, as he began to work Kythril over.

He circled her, trailing his hand softly over her skin. As he passed out of her field of view, he drew back his arm and let his hand come down with a loud smack on her left ass cheek.

"Mnnnghh!" A cry of pain erupted from her, muffled by her panties, but still easily audible by all three of them.

"Erghhh!"

Another slap on the other cheek yielded much the same response. It colored a delicious pink in the shape of his hand. Already, Kythril was shivering, a side effect from the pain as well as her building excitement. Without wasting another moment, Lucas smacked her again, three times in quick succession on the right cheek.

"Uhhnnnn! Nnnghh! Unghhh!" She groaned in pain.

He circled back to her front, finding her eyes instantly back upon him. They were already wet, the first real tear just making its way down her cheek. He repressed the small part of him that wanted to comfort her. Showing mercy now would only disappoint her. Truth be told, he wanted to see how far she'd let him go.

He raised his hand and casually slapped her in the face. She saw it coming—he had made sure of it—she did not flinch, and the impact echoed through the room. She swung her head back towards him, her cheek burning pink.

"What do you want?" He demanded.

"'Arger," she mumbled around the gag.

It was easy enough to understand, and he gave it to her. Her eyes never left his as he raised his hand once more and slapped her again, and again, and again. He alternated cheeks until they were both a deep crimson, and Kythril was a sobbing mess. The tears ran freely down her cheeks. It was a testament to how aroused she was that her nipples were hard as diamonds, in spite of the **** he'd inflicted on her. She shivered as he lightly traced his fingers over her face, contrasting with his earlier harshness. However, as much as he enjoyed feeling the brightly burning markings he'd inflicted on her, there was more work yet to be done.

He moved to stand beside her, placing one hand on her shoulder, pushing gently but insistently down on it.

"Bend over," he said. "I'm going to do your ass next."

Her eyes flicked upwards to regard him through the tears. Her face was a picture of misery, and yet, her body began to bend at the hips until she formed a nearly straight angle, her hands placed on her knees to support her weight.

Lucas allowed himself to admire the sight of her shapely rear end for a moment, noting the wet streaks on her inner thighs, before resuming Kythril's punishment.

Again, he alternated cheeks, giving her solid, harsh slaps first to one, then the other. From behind her gag, she wailed with every impact.

Slap! "Ugghhh!" Slap! "Annghhh!"

Though his palm began to burn, he did not let up the intensity. He wanted her to have an awful time sitting down the next few days, reminding her of her subjugation.

Slap! "Ngggghh!" Slap! "Unngghh!"

More blows rained down upon her already fiery red ass. With every blow, she shook her head and sobbed pathetically into her gag. Lucas took perverse pleasure in the sounds she made, from the garbled sobs to the **** wails. He felt a little ashamed how much it was making his cock strain against his breeches. As much as he wanted to release it, though, it was not time yet.

Slap! "Mpphhh!" Slap! "Uhnnnn!"

Finally, he stopped, out of breath, his sore hand seeming to throb with every heartbeat, but knowing her ass hurt far worse than his palm. Despite the tingle it sent up his arm, he kept a firm grip on Kythril's ass. He watched in contentment as she trembled and shook, her slick cunt leaking slick trails down her legs. She continued to cry, quiet blubbering sounds interrupted by sharp intakes of breath.

He did not wait for her to recover, instead getting behind her and pulling her upright against him. She winced as the sensitive skin of her ass came into contact with his rough trousers, but he didn't care. He snaked an arm around her and once more sent it down to her cunt. He was rewarded by her immediate wetness, and her bucking hips as she sought to intensify the contact.

"Nnngg...! Nnnnnghh!" She groaned pleadingly.

Lucas put his lips near her ear, but made sure to speak loudly enough for Eldwyn to hear his words as well. "Do you want to come, my little pain slut?"

She nodded desperately. "'Eth! Leathe!"

He grabbed a handful of thick hair and yanked firmly, forcing her head back. "Do you think I'll let you?"

Her response was a garbled half-moan, half-whimper as she shook her head.

"More?" He asked.

Again, she nodded. Once more, he was amazed at how much punishment she could not just take, but how much of it she welcomed, eagerly.

"Very well," he replied.

He released her hair, using that hand to instead take her by the throat.

His other hand he sent upwards, wiping her juices on her trembling stomach. When he reached her breast, her eyes met his, half fearful, half yearning. They fluttered shut when he firmly grasped her nipple between thumb and forefinger and stretched it into a cone, stretching it until it could go no further. The sensitive skin started slipping from his grip, then popped free.

"Ahhh!" She groaned as the blood came rushing back in, leaving it noticeably redder and thicker than the other.

He remedied the situation by giving it the same treatment. When he was satisfied, he began to alternate, as he had done with her face and ass. The motions were almost like he was milking her. Even her cries reminded him of a cow, low and docile.

"Nnnn... Ohhh... Mhhhh... Uhhhnn...!"

She wiggled her body against him in sheer pleasure, but Lucas kept a tight grip on her. In fact, she was enjoying this a little too much, he decided. He'd gotten a little engrossed in it, enjoying, finally, her willing surrender. However, now it was time to move to the next stage.

As her nipple once again dragged itself free, and her eyes closed with the sensation, he made to switch to the other one, as he had done several times before. Instead of taking hold of her nipple, though, he brought his hand down in a whipping motion.

"Errgghhh!" She cried as her eyes opened wide and her body went rigid. Her hands flew to her breasts to protect them from his cruelty.

"Drop those fucking hands," Lucas said, calmly but firmly.

Though she moaned pitifully and tears had started falling from her eyes once more, she obeyed, slowly dropping her arms back to their previous position at her sides.

He'd put her to the test. He brought his hand down again, hard, this time on the other breast.

"Aaaahhh!" She cried out, her hands once again coming up, but then halting and dropping back down, clenching them into fists.

"That's better, pain slut," Lucas whispered.

Lucas brought his hand down again, this time on the underside of her breast. He watched as the flesh wobbled back into place. Where he'd hit it, her skin had gotten quite red already, but there were still many untouched areas, and he now set to working them over.

"Ahhhh! Urrghh...! Aiiii!"

He continued alternating breasts, striking a different area every time, working to first turn them pink, then red, as evenly as possible.

"Uhhh.... Unghhh! Mnnghh!"

Her exclamations began to shift intonation, from shrieking cries, to agonized wails, then helpless groans and whimpers.

"Uhnnn! Ughhh... Nhhh...!"

In this position, Lucas could also keep an eye on Eldwyn, finding her enthralled with the spectacle in front of her. She hadn't moved a muscle since he'd last looked at her and didn't notice him looking at her now. Instead, she was staring brazenly at her sister's breasts as they bounced under his onslaught. Her eyes were glowing with the reflection of the flames in the lanterns, and her mouth was open just a bit, as if she was hungry for something to suck on.

He decided it was time to switch it up again. He brought down his palm on Kythril's breast one last time, then left it there, massaging it softly, enough to continuously activate the pins and needles he was sure she was feeling right now.

Still, it was comparatively pleasurable, and in her muddled state, she began to mewl happily.

An idea came to him, a wonderfully wicked idea that brought a grin to his face.

"Eldwyn," he said, but she gave no sign she'd heard him.

"Eldwyn!" He repeated and that finally brought her out of her trance. She blinked twice and he could see her eyes focus on him, as if coming from far away.

"What do you think?" He asked. "Has she had enough?"

"I... I... I don't know..." She stammered, clearly overwhelmed by what she was witnessing.