crap? - stupidly clarified the bull.

“Yes, I haven’t torn her for a long time, you need to make up for lost time,” the demon walked around Margo, inspecting her, and not forgetting to flap the whip, “would entrust it to the servants, but you know, they will not do it like me.”

“I’ll no longer be, nooo, I’ll do everything, aah,” Margo continued to twitch, begging to let her go.

- The whip is good, just for such whores. A long, living space on it will not leave, will be streamed far and wide. She will remember him for a long time, that's for sure, - continued the demon, - I so want.

He stepped aside and fell silent. But Margo is terrified, seeing nothing with a bag on her head, only louder began to scream, cry and beg in anticipation that she would now begin to smack with all her strength, not sparing a bit.

Arezot led Anka to a table covered with a tablecloth. Before she sat down, he, like a gallant cavalier, stepped forward and pushed back her chair, inviting her to sit down. He himself sat opposite her.

A servant immediately appeared with a tray, opened a bottle of wine, pouring it into two glasses.

“For the meeting,” Arezot raised his glass and clinked glasses with Anka, who barely relieved the trembling in her hands.

- You know, you are very beautiful. There is something special about you, a kind of spark that makes you stand out from the rest. Believe me, I have seen many beauties, queens and other outstanding women, but this was all not what you have. It is unlikely that you will understand, rather, just believe it, - he slowly spoke and spoke, and Anka did not see anything except his quivering lips. Between her legs everything flowed, and she rubbed her ass over a chair, forcing her to dig into the chain passing there. She listened with her mouth parted, weakly distinguishing individual words, and she only wanted one. Kneeling under the table, unbuttoning his fly, get a member and suck, suck non-stop, lick it from all sides with your tongue, take it deep in the mouth and lick again. Betrayed looking at Areotho in the eyes while bending over like a cat. Wallow in his legs and fulfill all his slightest desire. Inhale its smell, dissolve in it and give yourself all without a trace, helping to fuck your body, as it wants HE.

Whip whistled in the air and wrapped Margo's body just below her breasts. She screamed loudly, her body sharply arched, trying to bend the legs, and the pitying pleas became indistinguishable, turning into a continuous cry.

- Get the cattle! - the evil demon grinned, fire flashed in his eyes, swung and again hit the stretched body. Once on the hips and leaving a well visible mark on the skin. Calling a new wave of loud squeal and groans.

Margo was dangling in the air, receiving more and more new blows with the whip, which fell on the legs, on the ass, on the back, on the stomach, on the breasts. The pain was unbearable. Her mercilessly continued to flog and no one was going to stop.

“You have interesting chains,” smiling, showed Arezot to Ankin bondage, “and where can you get these?”

The table at which they were sitting was a few meters away from the hanging and writhing from the pain of Margot, whose body was already striped from the blows falling on her. But her howl, in a strange way, did not prevent them from talking.

“It was Margo who gave it to me,” Anka replied with glitter in her eyes, her bare breasts rising and falling, repeating her breath. After all, Arezot was so his, so close and dear, so exciting. And besides him there was no one in the whole world.

Turning his head, Arerezot looked towards Margot, who was squealing and spinning:

- She has a taste, for which I appreciate it.

- Still would! It seems to me that she is very correct and fair in general, ”Anka supported.

“Do you think she needs to be released?” - asked Arezot.

- I think you need to do as you want, Anka laughed merrily. She felt an extraordinary burst of energy and an explosion of hormones. She wanted to come up and gently hug Aresot, cuddle up to him and kiss him, she could barely restrain herself.

The demon stopped whipping Margot, threw the whip to the floor, and went to the table where the bull was already laying out the blonde.

She was lying on her back, with her hands chained, her head hanging over the edge of the table. Bull parted blonde legs, powerfully fucked her huge cock in the cunt, which could hardly hold in itself such a large size, something like passing it inside.

“Open your slut's mouth,” the demon approached and slapped the blonde. After that, with pressure, he put a dick in her mouth and began to fuck, holding her upturned, reclined head with both hands.

“Whore,” the demon gave another loud slap, drooling, exhausted blonde, and, taking the ringlets with which her nipples were pierced, pulled up, pulling her breasts.

The blonde twitched on the table, twisting with pain. But that was all she could do against the two monsters that had raped her.

“Okay, guys, you, perhaps, have fun, and we'll go,” Areotot rose from the table. I walked around him, helping Anke stand up, pushing back a chair and giving her a hand like a lady, do you want to walk for a while? Or what you want?

Anka stood in front of him and her legs were already stupidly weakened by languid bliss. She struggled to grab his dick with great difficulty.

“Maybe we’ll go to your bedroom,” she suggested timidly, trying not to cry out loudly: “Take me right here, fuck right now, offer me to anyone you choose!”

“Of course,” agreed Arezot, taking her by the waist, “and only do what you like.”

As they walked out into the corridor together, a demon called out to one of the servants from behind:

- Take the whip and continue to smack this hanging whining bitch, she already had enough rest!

P. S. from the author: in fact, not a single beautiful girl was seriously injured, all the more, some of them were warmed by a ghostly thought that already an entire army of princes on white horses hurried to their aid)