macbastard

So then the queen opend her fine, red lips and spoke these words "Hear me now sirriah, you will feel every lash of the cold wind upon your neakid fleash. You will shiver at each drop of rain that splatters itself within your hair, You will groan in agony at every leaf that rustles across your bare chest, and when my fingres ouch you boy, you will scream with madness, confusing pleasure with unyealding pain."

The young prisoner turned his blinded gaze towards the mistress of the seven lands, swollowed and croaked "Let it begin then your exelency."

The queen frowned at that and ran her nails along his shackeled wrists, bringing welts to his white and delicate skin. It would have angered her to see the small smile twitch at his lips, and that would be all the worse for him....Ahhh well, so much the better!

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