That which she wanted, and that which her body craves

"You were after my garments for yourself, correct?" The Mistress mused brushing a perspiration-pinned loch of sun-goldened brown hair from Liz's face.

Far from a poltroon, Liz admitted, "aye, 'twas the hope."

The Mistress reverently cupped the exposed mounds of supple charm on Liz's chest. "Well, my darling rapscallion, all you had to do was ask." She pressed their soft dairies together, sure to tease her spike covered nipples into Liz's own milk nubs.

Liz gasped. For the pointed teat-adornments may not have been pushed into her with enough **** to cause pain, yet their presence hinted at a salacious danger that caused her heart to trill. And that wasn't the half of it; as The Mistress's sculpted face grew closer inch by inch, Liz felt the teasers of her teats shift and quake with purpose. This was in contrast to her own breaths which quaked and trembled according to no leader. A lunging kiss from The Mistress soon followed. Her lips clamped tenderly onto Liz's, and the pirate was left wide-eyed with shock for a half-dozen heated seconds before she relaxed herself into the softness of which only the studiers of Sappho may speak.

Throughout the embrace of lips, Liz felt the nipple caps continue to tumble against her and was quite surprised to find them entirely gone from The Mistress's bosom when she parted with succubus grace. A quick glance down revealed that the adornments now clung to Liz's own teats. The crowd cheer unabashedly at this new development, but in truth their shameless chorus had wavered little in the past minutes; Liz had merely had her mind too focused on other sensations to notice.

The deviless herself drank the attention in, completing a slow pivot so all could see her godivain globes. When once again she faced Liz, she asked "do you like them?" Though the gripped pirated didn't know if the question was about the nipple coverings themselves or the round orbs of perfection they'd recently vacated. Caring little for an answer, The Mistress unfurled her whip with her usual artistry, brandishing it for both Liz and the audience. At its display, Liz squirmed reflexively; a flogging would not be undue given the preceding events.

Loud and firm, the leather sliced through the air, but did not come down on Liz's flesh. Instead the skilled whipstress tapped the pyramid tips hugging her plaything's nipples with only the slight jiggle of an impact to be felt beyond. The nub clingers themselves responded however, and Liz felt them nibble, hard enough to be barely a breath from pain. She moaned compulsively at their actions. 'Twould seem the hellspawn had taken the Pit's flavor of ironic punishment with her, for Liz was now unsure if she liked having her nipples obscured in such a elicit manner.

Whilst Liz succumbed with a trembling of flesh, the Mistress smiled like a vixen. "Enjoying you're stolen property, vile criminal? They look quite devious on you, I admit, but you're pussy will still feel my whip." For good measure, she then snapped her whip across the sandy floor, compelling many grains to spring to the height of a kneeling servant.

Liz stared back, as confounded as one can be with ones nipples been nibbled.

"Ah, 'pussy' is a tad too recent for you. Cunny, minge, twat," illuminated the merciless madam, with a giddy twinkle in her eye.

For a moment shivers of fear trickled up Liz's spine at the terrifying elucidation, but such worry was overwhelmed and became a mere paleness in comparison to the gentle gnashing on her nipples.

Headless to (or disinterested in) the erosion her former garments applied to the intimidation she projected, The Mistress advanced. She closed the distance with the thunder of a cannibalistic giant though had far more grace than such man-eaters. Her threatening steps took her close enough to pucker a quick kiss onto the corner of Liz's mouth. At this distance, Liz watched saucer-eyed while The Mistress exemplified and amplified her promised actions by slowly pulling her whip through her hand then snapping her fingers tight and thereby pulling the leather taut.

Now it has been established that Liz's mind was partially occupied with the nipping upon her nipples. More to it, at this current distance The Mistress couldn't manage a proper strike to Liz's nethers. All that said, this whipstress was quite skilled in her craft and the foreshow there of. Thusly, Liz was set upon with a galloping anticipation that was one part fear and two parts excitement. Her feelings smouldered with all the more intensity when The Mistress **** her knee betwixt the pirate's legs and thereby laid bare a wedge to her tender delight.

With quickness of a pouncing cat, The Mistress struck, placing her whip firmly between Liz's quaking legs. But pain was not felt by any nerve in her flesh folds. for The Mistress had a different malice in mind. Instead of a blow the braided strands were drawn across the pirate's pudding pocket just as violinist's bow is stroked across trembling strings to swirl artistic contentment. And in this manner very musically did The Mistress play her rapscallion. It began with a started yelp for the unexpected pleasure. Then this subsided to a moan softer than a breath to echo the luring hum Liz felt with her loins. With a whispering whimper, the pirate sucked upon her own lips and called the sky hither with her up-cast gaze, feeling each string woven into the whip's cord as it burnished her cunny.

Liz's limbs hardened with determination; the crowd had already feasted upon the sight of her young bosom and being teased with glimpses of her fold dessert. She saw no need to add the visage and melody of her carnal blossoming to their already abundant bounty. Yet The Mistress worked artisanally, drawing the cable to and fro over her quim with the smoothness of honey. 'Twas a taste compounded as the rigid strands of the whip provided just the hint of a bite to be the perfect spice to this sweetness. In the face of this Liz still clapped mental irons upon herself demanding the fountain of pleasure within her be ignored. But what is intent when measured to desire? The more Liz resisted the more ice from the deepest circle of Dante's poem boiled within her veins, for her body did mutiny.

A coo came next budding from her lips, before Liz knew the reason. Her body's demands would not be silenced. Still and all, Liz was the captain of her own ship; even as the bawdy recourse overtook her. She struck forward and locked lips with The Mistress. Climactic elation rolled through her limbs, prompting her to wiggle on tiptoe, yet the crowd could not observe her petite mort in its entirety as her face sucked deep upon The Mistress's lips.

"Ah, my rapscallion," waxed the subject of her lip lock after the moment had passed and they'd parted. "Resistant, even to the sweet end. That was not the display these good folks wanted." Their boisterous cheer throughout and after the event made Liz doubt the validity of that claim, but she was in too heady a space to debate properly. The Mistress stepped away and called to her masses, "it looks like I'll have to leave to give this rebellious rapscallion a proper punishment."

This provoked a general sigh of disappointment from the soon to be denied onlookers, and the odd shout for an encore.

The Mistress waved their pleas off with a smile. "Now, now, behave. You still have your main match to enjoy, and there's some repair work to be done before then." She cast a stern smirk at Liz. "I'm sure you'll find this misbehaving minx later, if you're not distracted be Valhalla's other delights that is." Theatrics complete, she stepped again towards Liz and took the pirate's bound hands in hers. "Come let's be off."

The well-plundered pirate didn't know what part she was to play in their exeunt, but consented as she was tenderly yet firmly pulled into an embrace. Subsequently, this embrace was doubled and made quite unsettling as the grotesque hand wrapped it's demonically long fingers around the pair. Liz had only a moment to intake this unnaturality before there was a sound like a great churning of sand and she was yanked below.