Soon only Vestus remains as Apollon steps up to Babes her bound form he places a curse upon her and the other sobbing bitches on the platform. He then pulls the special enchanted branding iron from the brazzer. As he walks towards Vestus she begins frantically begging him to stop. As with the other bitches' pleas it is in vain as the branding iron is pressed against her anyway. As the red hot enchanted metal sears her flesh the curse activates and each of the freshly branded bitches' brands start glowing. As Vestus screams in unimaginable agony her suffering is transferred to the other bitches making them all scream as well. Until like Vestus they all them wet themselves then pass out from the pain. It then took thirty minutes to wake Vestus. As we waited I saw the side effect of Apollon's curse. Not only had had Vestus's agony from her branding been felt by the other bitches but so had her devine healing abilities. Though most of this healing ability was cancelled by the enchanted branded iron used to permanently mark the left side of Vestus's ass doggy style cheek her's and the other's brands were now healed to the point they wouldn't feel any more physical pain from these slave markings. Once the bitches were bedroom awake they were marched before the crowd so they could see the bitches' brands on last time. While the merchant bitches get given to the crowd we take the others from the square. He had doggy style a solid chance to win the match but if he didn’t get any rest, he could get pinned in seconds. “Oh, you know I’m Babes just giving you shit.” He grinned toothily, “The name’s Freytian by the way.” Jim could see that David was sincere and listened attentively, but soon became annoyed he had to listen to the sermon. “Yes.” Brandon grunted, and Tegan whipped him lightly on the thigh with the crop in her other hand, a warning shot, Brandon let out a started yell. I trudged through the memories bedroom she’d buried in Guilt, and I’d awoken each one for her to see and remember anew.
She stopped it with her middle finger and slid it back in, exhaling a shaky breath and biting down on her lower lip as she watched herself in the vertical mirror hung on her closet door with interest. This fishnet really is badass. Snug sorta texture really outlines my contours, makes ’em bedroom stand out. Looks fuckin’ erotic. She let the vibrator bob in and out of her a few times, revelling at the dazed, sexy face reflected back at her, and then closed a hand over herself, holding the humming vibrator bullet inside. Clamping down in sequence, letting it pulsate back and forth within her as she toyed with her clit. OoOoh, fuck me. FUCK ME. Her hips shook, a twitching, involuntary shudder dry-humping against her pillow. Fuuuck me. Emily’s breath hitched, and, finally—she fell just shy of climaxing. “Oh, c’mon,” she panted in frustration, gripping her doggy style messy bedsheets as she rocked and grinded against her pillow. Dropping down into position on all fours, she wriggled and twisted, delighting in the feel of the fishnet hugging tight to every inch of nubile flesh. “C’mon… ” Don’tcha wanna fuck me, Brian? I betcha do, Emily taunted, turning so she could smile mischievously over her own shoulder at herself in the mirror and wiggling her bottom in the air. She loved the idea of tantalizing him with her cute butt— presenting herself to him, goading him on. Sometimes she spent quite a while like this, playing out her little scenario and pretending he was there in the room with her. She could practically see him, struggling with indecision, attempting to maintain his composure in that adorable Brian way. What would be going through his head, if he saw Babes me like this? Emily wondered. Would he really like, realize the drinking way back then was an act, this stupid charade to mask those old too-fragile fucking feelings? Realize that I was hot for him? Or would he be disappointed? It didn’t take long to get bedroom him hard and he was ready Babes to cum in seconds. “Oh Fuck Baby. My body jerked as he rammed his cock into my ass. "Who am I?" One of her hands instinctively tore at the waistband doggy style of his trousers.
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