Cupid Of Gold

She stiffens as that taletell whistle sings through the air. She hisses when the slapping sting uncurls across her bare back. The first of many blows he lashes at her back peeling bloody strips. The wicked cackle echoes through the tent while the hits keep coming. The twins stop watching him rain blows and start watching her expressive face. Soon awe starts across there's as she bites her lip worrying it between her lips doing her utmost not to make a sound to show how good this feels. Her thighs are soaked to her knees while the Ringmaster has fallen into his frenzy. Soon the whip stripes across her buttocks blood is flowing from her back pooling at the base of her spine to spill over a river between those reddened globes. When the lash lays its painful caress at the top of her thighs the leather strikes just right to shock against her hidden depths. Unable to contain the cry of desire she tosses her head back and sets the stifled noises free with wanton abandon. "What? Ya really do be loving it bloody hell get her up fellows."

Three

Once more limp and disappointed she is pulled to the center as the bed drops and they all bounce. He growls to a Sax at each arm "Bring her to completion let her have a brief moment of joy as I seize it for myself. Bind her hands first." The dual duo bring her hands to the headboard and raise her head against it. They wrap silk ropes around her extended arms, one is kind enough to slip a pillow behind her head. She gives him a smile as they move down her body skimming hands along her. That's when she at last notices they have normal hands soft and uncalloused against her delicate moonkissed skin. Suddenly the eyes that seek the mirrored Sax's face are blocked as her waist is straddled and arms circle her. "Now me poppet as me blokes send ya to heaven I'll swallow yer soul so ya never make it while your flesh rots beneath my touch that should end this foolish quest once and for all and set me free."