“Diamond, Lucilla, God.” I said to myself reflexively as I readjusted the grip of the whip. It was a heinous device, not at all meant for kinky exploits; this was for torture. Lucilla’s body was crisscrossed with welts, each raised line dotted with blood that began to trickle down her body. I wanted to do worse. Every time I struck her, every time I heard her agonized wail, a memory swam forth, a memory of blackened faces, contorted in agony. Only now, the memory didn’t produce waves of regret, but an odd… exciting familiarity. I could do that to people. Not only could I make them feel great pain, but I could change them, mutilate them, disfigure them. I felt the arousal growing between my legs, felt the tightening in my loins, the aching in my nethers… but no; the Holy Mother would not want me to make abstractions of her creations. Lucilla was owed the penance for her crimes, and though her beauty certainly enabled her to sin, disfiguring her would not be a fitting retribution. Her flesh was her weakness, so I would punish the places I knew she enjoyed. Her belly, anal sex her breasts, her backside. When that was finished, we would delve into more… intimate places. Despite her cries for mercy, Lucilla’s penchant for roughness betrayed her. Her thighs were wet with her want, and her pussy was a swollen, red flower that contrasted the paleness of her complexion. “Julia!” Lucilla screamed, threesome her eyes puffy, her body straining against the binds, “It’s me!” “I am aware of who you are, Lucilla.” I chuckled, “You don’t need to keep reminding me. Now, was it the wash boy, or the stable hand that you had out-of-wedlock intercourse with when you were fifteen?” “Julia, please stop!” Lucilla sobbed, her chin falling to her chest. “The wash boy, or the stable hand?” I asked her. “The wash boy.” Lucilla whimpered. One lash across the left breast sent her head reeling back, and her oriental body wrenching into an arch. “It was both!” Lucilla shrieked. I nodded to the Breytan beside Lucilla, and she applied ointment to the fresh strike, rewarding Lucilla for her honesty. Lucilla groaned in relief, and grinded her thighs together. She couldn’t help herself, the slut. How had I ever loved this woman? She had no self-control, and no self-respect. What a waste of a bind. Still, she was young. Twenty-one wasn’t too old to Ffm Fuck change. She wasn’t as malleable as she would’ve been if she was younger, which meant brute force would be needed to shape her, but in time, she would become the spouse I needed her to be. “Say your penance to God, Lucilla, assfucking and we will move on.” I said, clasping my hands together patiently. “Forgive me, Good Mother, for the sins of my flesh.” Lucilla hissed, “Forgive me for my weakness, and forgive me for my betrayal.” “Amen. Now, when you were sixteen-” “I fucked hundreds of men, Julia!” Lucilla screamed at me, the desperation high in her voice, “Are we going to go through each fucking one!” “Of course not!” I giggled, then reached to the bench beside me, and produced a barb. Lucilla’s eyes went even wider, “For every man you’ve lain with, we will add a bard. You said hundreds, right? Well, obviously we can’t do hundreds; we would need a really long whip for that!” I cackled at the absurdity of the idea, but Lucilla was not sharing in my amusement. She was pissing again. The whole time his daughter slurped and sucked is throbbing cock. Then I made her suck my dick. Instead of trying to get away from the pain, she embraced it, relishing in the feeling of finally being filled and completing her threesome desire of a oriental full ass. This is feeling so good. You've probably heard of me. I'm Eve. Wha-? “You are so sexy, Mom,” I moaned as I pressed my lubed cock between her butt-cheeks. I anal sex was looking out the front window Ffm Fuck of the house watching her as she got out of her Camero. I went through a number of stages in shaving her every week. Steph had been ildly running her hand over the muscles of his upper body, and now they flexed again. He stimulated me the way a woman should be. We grabbed our jackets, I took her hand and we left the bar. Think he’ll recognize me now mom? “I’m sorry my Queen, both names are not too uncommon in this realm.” He explained before taking a sip of his assfucking wine. Her body was still a tingle from both the feel of the felt on her nipples to the sight of Tim’s dick actually moving in his underwear. "Come and see." “Yeah,” I purred.