Phyliss shrieked and squeaked each time she got slapped, but this turned in a long, continuing whine as he had forced her onto her knees, giving her his full length which each mighty thrust, hammering so hard that she expected to die this time. As he produced another huge squirt of seemen deep into her stretched ass she believed to burst from it. She kept on her knees, although the heavy wolf creature was above her, his claws between her snake. She was to stunned to change her position and simply wailed softly as she could not heal herself this time, enduring a lot of pain from her violent streched anus. She even had forgotten the ropes that tied her and the cold hard stone surface, she just thought about the burning pain and the flashbacks of the violent fucking. Once more it didn't feel all bad, there was a fantasic excitement and fascination she felt for her tormentor now.
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Gron watched every step that Verialym took, his gaze taking in every detail until she brought her nipples over to his eye-level, then he swallowed uncomfortably.
He reached for the jar, his hands grazing the flesh of her breasts unavoidably and she saw his muscles tighten. He quaffed from the jar, never taking his eyes from her while the red liquid sloshed around his mouth and dripped onto his chest.
He paused, taking in her body again and his gaze wandered over her pubis, over her navel, finally alighting on her areole.
With a change in his eyes, Verialyn saw him make up his mind, and he started to upend the flagon to trickle wine slowly over her breasts.
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Phyllis felt Worf push deep inside her ass one last time and he clenched himself, buried as far as he could go before he quickly withdrew. He held her tightly, her neck against his face and his cock throbbed more, spurting the last drops of his magical seed up her back and onto her ass cheeks.
He panted fiercely, struggling to speak as his chest heaved, "You are perfect for this magic. Your mind wants to be abused, it wants the pain and revulsion, it wants to fight against the part of you that desires sweetness, innocence, care and love. You bring out the desire in me to put you through the worst things you can bear, and my own desire still tells me to do worse things still, to find those things that even the darkest part of your being cannot desire."
His strong fingers squeezed the snake-locks and turned Phyllis so he could see her eyes.
"Beg for those cruel, nasty things." He growled softly and slowly, his menacing teeth came near to her nose and lips with each word as though he might seize her flesh.
He reached for the jar, his hands grazing the flesh of her breasts unavoidably and she saw his muscles tighten. He quaffed from the jar, never taking his eyes from her while the red liquid sloshed around his mouth and dripped onto his chest.
He paused, taking in her body again and his gaze wandered over her pubis, over her navel, finally alighting on her areole.
With a change in his eyes, Verialyn saw him make up his mind, and he started to upend the flagon to trickle wine slowly over her breasts.
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Phyllis felt Worf push deep inside her ass one last time and he clenched himself, buried as far as he could go before he quickly withdrew. He held her tightly, her neck against his face and his cock throbbed more, spurting the last drops of his magical seed up her back and onto her ass cheeks.
He panted fiercely, struggling to speak as his chest heaved, "You are perfect for this magic. Your mind wants to be abused, it wants the pain and revulsion, it wants to fight against the part of you that desires sweetness, innocence, care and love. You bring out the desire in me to put you through the worst things you can bear, and my own desire still tells me to do worse things still, to find those things that even the darkest part of your being cannot desire."
His strong fingers squeezed the snake-locks and turned Phyllis so he could see her eyes.
"Beg for those cruel, nasty things." He growled softly and slowly, his menacing teeth came near to her nose and lips with each word as though he might seize her flesh.
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Verialyn had held Gron's gaze - at least while he was looking at her face - and continued to watch in bemused silence how the wolf man took in every detail of her naked close up body. And judging by the slight twitches of his still hard member he still liked what he saw.
Was she overdoing this? Shoudl she put up a more demure, frightened even, appearance to not raise suspicion with him? Ah what the hell, if there was a danger for her spoiling it she already had done so with her previous behavior, so why not continue to have some more fun.
Her musings ended apruptly as she felt the cool liquid on her massive globes, and she could not suppress the immediate chuckle that rose in her throat, combined with a merry smile and the immediate reply of "So there's someone really playful beneath that scary fur?"
Was she overdoing this? Shoudl she put up a more demure, frightened even, appearance to not raise suspicion with him? Ah what the hell, if there was a danger for her spoiling it she already had done so with her previous behavior, so why not continue to have some more fun.
Her musings ended apruptly as she felt the cool liquid on her massive globes, and she could not suppress the immediate chuckle that rose in her throat, combined with a merry smile and the immediate reply of "So there's someone really playful beneath that scary fur?"
Phyliss looked at him with wide open eyes, feeling terrorized and fascinated the same time. What he said was true, as if he had looked into her mind.
"I am frightened..." she whispered, not taking her eyes away.
"I don't wnt to die or be harmed..." she said, almost whining.
"But you will take me.... I know.... I must follow....so..."
"I am frightened..." she whispered, not taking her eyes away.
"I don't wnt to die or be harmed..." she said, almost whining.
"But you will take me.... I know.... I must follow....so..."
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There was a gleam in Gron's eyes, like a puppy who was eager but unsure of the game. He was not too old to remember his youth and he was still wild yet he was wary because despite appearances he understood this was a game of equals (at least, he dared not think he was the one subjugated).
He leaned forward, keeping his eyes on Verialyn and he licked one nipples with his long rough tongue, so firmly that her abundant breast bounced and still quivered moments later, enjoying the taste of the wine and the feel of her skin. He licked up to her throat, his large body uncoiled and.his spine straightened so he could easily reach.
He leaned back again, carefully but languidly and stretched his legs wide.so they touched the outsides of Verialyn's ankles. He kept looking at her as he slowly turned the flagon over himself, as he trickled the red liquid over his own belly and across his genitals she could see him shiver slightly with the sensation.
He leaned forward, keeping his eyes on Verialyn and he licked one nipples with his long rough tongue, so firmly that her abundant breast bounced and still quivered moments later, enjoying the taste of the wine and the feel of her skin. He licked up to her throat, his large body uncoiled and.his spine straightened so he could easily reach.
He leaned back again, carefully but languidly and stretched his legs wide.so they touched the outsides of Verialyn's ankles. He kept looking at her as he slowly turned the flagon over himself, as he trickled the red liquid over his own belly and across his genitals she could see him shiver slightly with the sensation.
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Worf laughed a slow, deep chuckle, full of his own power. His paw pressed on the gorgon's head, flattening her cheek to the stone.
"I Mark you with the seed of your own desire." he intoned, and climbed off the stone, keeping his paw pressed to her face. It covered her head with it's size and the sharp claws hung down.in front of her eyes to touch her nose.
Phylis felt him touch her raw anus, a furred finger that made her realise with a sharp pain how torn and bloody she must be. He ran a clae with a trail of the fluid up between her firm cheeks and into the small of her back where he drew a pattern.
Worf stepped away from the stone, and removed his hand at last, but she could.not see where he went as her head was turned away. Her legs were loose on the stone now but her arms still held out in front.
"I Mark you with the seed of your own desire." he intoned, and climbed off the stone, keeping his paw pressed to her face. It covered her head with it's size and the sharp claws hung down.in front of her eyes to touch her nose.
Phylis felt him touch her raw anus, a furred finger that made her realise with a sharp pain how torn and bloody she must be. He ran a clae with a trail of the fluid up between her firm cheeks and into the small of her back where he drew a pattern.
Worf stepped away from the stone, and removed his hand at last, but she could.not see where he went as her head was turned away. Her legs were loose on the stone now but her arms still held out in front.
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The wolf man's tongue was large, strong and rough on her skin. Although Verialyn knew of his physical prowess she was surprised by the strength of his licking and how he managed tomove the amble mass of her breast. That surprise mixed with excitement as her nipple was bried under the sweeping tongue, and by the time it got to see fresh air again it stood up hard and proud, poking directly at Gron as if it wanted to make itself as visible as possible.
Besides that, though, Verialyn managed to stay calm and almost motionless and continue to watch how Gron for a change spilled the wine over himself. The comment that formed in her mind was just too good to hold back, despite what it might cost her, and so she grinned widely as she finally spoke.
"You must be quite nimble if you intend to lick up all of that as well. Better hurry though, or the wine will dry, become sticky and gum up your fur."
Besides that, though, Verialyn managed to stay calm and almost motionless and continue to watch how Gron for a change spilled the wine over himself. The comment that formed in her mind was just too good to hold back, despite what it might cost her, and so she grinned widely as she finally spoke.
"You must be quite nimble if you intend to lick up all of that as well. Better hurry though, or the wine will dry, become sticky and gum up your fur."
Phyliss whimpered, because of the pain in her torn ass and that frightful claw touching her face. She didn't dare to make a sound as he climbed down from her, but she carefully stretched her legs as she felt them free again. WHat was he up to?
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Worf cleaned himself with a handful of hay, wiping himself down. He watched the gorgon who seemed frozen to the spot the whole time and smiled that she dared not turn to look at him.
He took a bucket of rainwater from his well-prepared supplies to pour down his body, making sure he did it slowly to give Phyliss every chance to turn and indulge her curiosity.
It sounded like he sifted through a pile of rocks, as she could hear the rattle, then he came back to the altar to read from his book again.
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Gron's eye twitched in a moment of anger as his insubordinate slave appeared to refuse him, but his mind was slowly beginning to catch up with the game and he spoke through a half-scowl, half-mischievous grin and sternly directed, "You are the cleaner, YOU clean it up. And use your tongue, devil-wench!"
He took a bucket of rainwater from his well-prepared supplies to pour down his body, making sure he did it slowly to give Phyliss every chance to turn and indulge her curiosity.
It sounded like he sifted through a pile of rocks, as she could hear the rattle, then he came back to the altar to read from his book again.
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Gron's eye twitched in a moment of anger as his insubordinate slave appeared to refuse him, but his mind was slowly beginning to catch up with the game and he spoke through a half-scowl, half-mischievous grin and sternly directed, "You are the cleaner, YOU clean it up. And use your tongue, devil-wench!"
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"Aye master, will do ..." Verialyn's arm twitched, almost perfroming a military salute. That and her smile, though, were just an attempt to cover her real concern.
There, poking up tall and proud between his thighs, stood Gron's manhood. Firm, erect, and ... pulsating with blood. It almost called out to her in its stout virility. Fortunately, though, she had had her drink just very recently, which made suppressing her feeding urges a lot easier. Her mind steeled and focused she began to sink to her knees.
'Better get the tricky part over as fast as possible' Thinking that to herself her head almost darted forward, tongue already extended, and in long, powerful and efficient strokes she began to run it up the organ's length from all sides, her right had on occasion grabbing the tip in a rather practical manner to allow her better access from all sides. In almost no time she was finished, most of the wine removed from the genital that now glistened with her saliva. Whew, that went better as expected, likely her recent feeding contributed in no small part to the ease.
The biggest hurdle taked Verialyn relaxed even more. Her right hand closed around the engorged shaft, using it as a mere handle while her left hand rested on Gron's upper thigh. Thusly supported she could easily bow in and begin to lick away at his lower abdomen. The fur made the process more time consuming in this part - she even had to stop occasionally to pluck loose hair fragments from her tongue - but also less risky.
There, poking up tall and proud between his thighs, stood Gron's manhood. Firm, erect, and ... pulsating with blood. It almost called out to her in its stout virility. Fortunately, though, she had had her drink just very recently, which made suppressing her feeding urges a lot easier. Her mind steeled and focused she began to sink to her knees.
'Better get the tricky part over as fast as possible' Thinking that to herself her head almost darted forward, tongue already extended, and in long, powerful and efficient strokes she began to run it up the organ's length from all sides, her right had on occasion grabbing the tip in a rather practical manner to allow her better access from all sides. In almost no time she was finished, most of the wine removed from the genital that now glistened with her saliva. Whew, that went better as expected, likely her recent feeding contributed in no small part to the ease.
The biggest hurdle taked Verialyn relaxed even more. Her right hand closed around the engorged shaft, using it as a mere handle while her left hand rested on Gron's upper thigh. Thusly supported she could easily bow in and begin to lick away at his lower abdomen. The fur made the process more time consuming in this part - she even had to stop occasionally to pluck loose hair fragments from her tongue - but also less risky.
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Gron was wide-eyed and soon groaning as his delicious pet groomed and salivated over him. He responded to the sensations with little gruff barks of pleasure and one leg jittered spasmodically, while he pawed Verialyn's head, uncertain how to encourage her further.
He was enraptured by the performance, equally by the grooming as by the more sensual skills, and his thick member oozed liquid as it grotesquely protruded between them. Gron found himself mesmerised by those delicious breasts once more, and so he patted them back and forth to make her nipples play across his cock and fur.
He remained lounging back in the chair when they made serious eye contact again, and Verialyn could see he was ready to take her. "Good cleaning." He praised her.
Then he held tightly to one of her wrists and pulled her closer, over balancing her towards his chest, where he held her against him with one hand while the other took hold of his moist and rigid cock so he could press it against her lips. He was focused on fucking her from seated on the chair, if not incredibly skilled or adept at it.
He was enraptured by the performance, equally by the grooming as by the more sensual skills, and his thick member oozed liquid as it grotesquely protruded between them. Gron found himself mesmerised by those delicious breasts once more, and so he patted them back and forth to make her nipples play across his cock and fur.
He remained lounging back in the chair when they made serious eye contact again, and Verialyn could see he was ready to take her. "Good cleaning." He praised her.
Then he held tightly to one of her wrists and pulled her closer, over balancing her towards his chest, where he held her against him with one hand while the other took hold of his moist and rigid cock so he could press it against her lips. He was focused on fucking her from seated on the chair, if not incredibly skilled or adept at it.
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Worf was watching and Phyliss was caught by his gaze. She was not immediately sure if he disapproved as he simply smiled with his fangs and carried on his preparations.
He had his book and two clay pots of some unguents, but also a number of short fat rods made from various materials. He glared and held the back of the gorgon's neck, tight down on the stone but still sure she could see as he took a smooth wooden rod, like a peg with one bulbous end - a belaying pin if she had ever seen one - and the wolf man swept it through the salve in one pot, picking up a glob, then turning it to coat it all.
Worf deliberately showed the peg to Phyllis's eyes, then he lifted it over her head and brushed the goo over her arsehole. The cream was cold and it stung, but not deeply and then was some soothing from it despite this different pain.
He had his book and two clay pots of some unguents, but also a number of short fat rods made from various materials. He glared and held the back of the gorgon's neck, tight down on the stone but still sure she could see as he took a smooth wooden rod, like a peg with one bulbous end - a belaying pin if she had ever seen one - and the wolf man swept it through the salve in one pot, picking up a glob, then turning it to coat it all.
Worf deliberately showed the peg to Phyllis's eyes, then he lifted it over her head and brushed the goo over her arsehole. The cream was cold and it stung, but not deeply and then was some soothing from it despite this different pain.
Phyliss clenched her teeth but sighted if the pain was a little eased. She had almost expected that he would ram the wooden rod up her arse. Still, she was very suspicious about these rod an their shape. She could only imagine one way to use them.
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As Gron pulled her closer Verialyn let go of his manhood and followed his lead without resistance, even aiding him in his efforts. Lightly she climbed atop him, her knees coming to rest on his upper hips, her cleft hovering enticingly atop the upturned wolfhood, brushing the throbbing tip with her nether lips as she began to slowly gyrate her lower body.
Meanwhile her upper body was horizontal, her face close to his snout and her breasts dangling enticingly in his field of vision. Occasionally they would graze through the fur on his chest, his hairs tickling her nipples.
Keeping herself stable with her hands on his shoulders she asked with a sly grin "Would you think it appropriate that the slave sits atop her master?"
Meanwhile her upper body was horizontal, her face close to his snout and her breasts dangling enticingly in his field of vision. Occasionally they would graze through the fur on his chest, his hairs tickling her nipples.
Keeping herself stable with her hands on his shoulders she asked with a sly grin "Would you think it appropriate that the slave sits atop her master?"
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Gron kept up a low growl, like a purr of pleasure almost, his eyes fixated on the view of those tremendous mammories like succulent fruit hanging just for him, and between them he caught glimpses of those lips stroking him, provoking that exquisite spill-chilling, ball-trembling wave of pleasure. All his male instincts were ramping up, his heart surged and his blood pounded like a stampede of Grons building up speed for a charge that would level a small city.
He knew in his head it was a game this time though, it was unlikely to be a new level of consciousness awakening, more like a more buried instinct for games that told him the longer term reward was better.
So when Verialyn asked him, teasingly about her position his anger wanted to answer that he would fuck her any way he choose.
But this more refined side of the beast delighted in his hard cock and did not require his lus to be immediately sated, and he replied instead, "Nah, don't want it now."
Then he lifted the woman from him and set her down.
"You go to your cage til supper."
And despite his heaving chest, racing heart and long sticku boner, he seemed cheerful to leave it at that.
He knew in his head it was a game this time though, it was unlikely to be a new level of consciousness awakening, more like a more buried instinct for games that told him the longer term reward was better.
So when Verialyn asked him, teasingly about her position his anger wanted to answer that he would fuck her any way he choose.
But this more refined side of the beast delighted in his hard cock and did not require his lus to be immediately sated, and he replied instead, "Nah, don't want it now."
Then he lifted the woman from him and set her down.
"You go to your cage til supper."
And despite his heaving chest, racing heart and long sticku boner, he seemed cheerful to leave it at that.
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Phyliss felt herself hauled upright and now Worf loosened all her bonds. He had placed the baton down on the stone, like he wanted Phyliss to get a good look at it and as it distracted her attention, he instead bond her hands together behind her back. He made good work of it as the gorgon soon found she was bound tight but not entirely uncomfortably.
"Enough of he ritual for today, the sun must set on the marks I have made. I want to get on to the next ones," again he glanced at the rod made slick and shiny with the cream, "But you will sleep well tonight, I am sure."
He turned Phyliss towards the setting sun, and the house, then he placed a strap of leather across her throat, completely around her neck. She had not seen it, it must be some sort of belt he had in the cloth sack, but it was tight as he buckled it closed and attached a rope between it and her tied hands.
"So you cannot accidentally wash." he said, fondling one breast absentmindedly. "I hope you have enjoyed today, though I promise tomorrow will be much more exciting."
Worf leaned in and licked her neck, his hands began to explore her pubis again and he stroked her pussy lips. "Unless of course there is something special you would like?"
"Enough of he ritual for today, the sun must set on the marks I have made. I want to get on to the next ones," again he glanced at the rod made slick and shiny with the cream, "But you will sleep well tonight, I am sure."
He turned Phyliss towards the setting sun, and the house, then he placed a strap of leather across her throat, completely around her neck. She had not seen it, it must be some sort of belt he had in the cloth sack, but it was tight as he buckled it closed and attached a rope between it and her tied hands.
"So you cannot accidentally wash." he said, fondling one breast absentmindedly. "I hope you have enjoyed today, though I promise tomorrow will be much more exciting."
Worf leaned in and licked her neck, his hands began to explore her pubis again and he stroked her pussy lips. "Unless of course there is something special you would like?"
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Verialyn demonstratively raised both eyebrows and looked down at Gron's splayed out form for a few silent second. Until finally she burst out in a short but hearty laugh, bursting out with a "All right, if that is what you want"
The tip of her index finger tapped against the head of his cock, sending the whole organ swinging, indicating that she doubted the sincerity of his statement as she turned and began to walk up the stairs, her pert behind swinging enticingly every step. Halfway to the upper floor she halted briefly, turned and asked the wolf man "Are you coming to lock the cage after me, or do you trust me to stay nicely put out of my own accord?"
The tip of her index finger tapped against the head of his cock, sending the whole organ swinging, indicating that she doubted the sincerity of his statement as she turned and began to walk up the stairs, her pert behind swinging enticingly every step. Halfway to the upper floor she halted briefly, turned and asked the wolf man "Are you coming to lock the cage after me, or do you trust me to stay nicely put out of my own accord?"
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Gron was flustered and he struggled for a way to gain control. Verialyn was unphased and every swing and sway of her body that let her breasts drift around so he saw their swell as she walked drove him more insane and lustful, so he could hardly contain himself. Only one thing came to his mind.
"Let me finish my wine, wench." he managed to keep his voice strong. "When I come up to lock it, you better have the room spotless and be nicely waiting in your cage. Or you will be beaten!"
He was slobbering as he cried the last.
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Worf sniggered childishly and pushed Phyliss in front of him towards the house. He alternated between scratching long lines across her shoulders and buttocks, then pushing her forward.
"I will make sure you are sent to your cage, very very dirty indeed." he sniggered again. "I will get Gron to use you the way he likes. What you don't know about him is that our sorcerous nature does strange things to drink. Wine especially, makes him so rampant he can rut a thousand times a night before he is dry and empty."
"Let me finish my wine, wench." he managed to keep his voice strong. "When I come up to lock it, you better have the room spotless and be nicely waiting in your cage. Or you will be beaten!"
He was slobbering as he cried the last.
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Worf sniggered childishly and pushed Phyliss in front of him towards the house. He alternated between scratching long lines across her shoulders and buttocks, then pushing her forward.
"I will make sure you are sent to your cage, very very dirty indeed." he sniggered again. "I will get Gron to use you the way he likes. What you don't know about him is that our sorcerous nature does strange things to drink. Wine especially, makes him so rampant he can rut a thousand times a night before he is dry and empty."
Phyliss whinced each time she felt his claws, knowing she could not heal them. If she had her ability left, they should dissapear without marks, at least she hoped so. She shivered as he spoke about Gron. Would he be even worse? Carefully she checked the rope. She was very flexible, but the combination of the leather strap around her neck, her tied wrist and the rope inbetween was tough.
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Verialyn managed an exaggerated gasp, her mouth wide open in mocked shock.
"I better hurry then, lest you grow angry with me" And quickly she grabbed the cleaning utensils she had used previously before she scurried up the stairs, breasts bouncing wildly and her butt wiggling with increased frequency in her display of panic.
It was not until she had reached the cell room that she allowed herself a wide and mischievous grin while she got down to her knees and indeed began to clean the floor. All the while her ears were at full alert so she woudl know in advance when Gron finally approached.
"I better hurry then, lest you grow angry with me" And quickly she grabbed the cleaning utensils she had used previously before she scurried up the stairs, breasts bouncing wildly and her butt wiggling with increased frequency in her display of panic.
It was not until she had reached the cell room that she allowed herself a wide and mischievous grin while she got down to her knees and indeed began to clean the floor. All the while her ears were at full alert so she woudl know in advance when Gron finally approached.
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The door to the house swung open with a creak, the heavy oaken frame moved slowly and let the dying daylight creep across the floor to clash with the fierce light of the fire.
Worf pushed Phyliss into the room and over to the table. He laughed as her bound form stumbled and then swatted her ass with his meaty paw.
He looked around to Gron laid back on his chair downing wine, his flaccid penis hung over his balls still long enough to cover his arse crack and droop off the chair.
Gron lifted up the flagon to offer it sullenly and grunted, "Good day?"
"Actually... Yes." Worf beamed his malevolent smile and looked around further. "And you? The house is clean but why are you are glum? Did you break your toy, or maybe eat it by mistake?"
"No actually." Gron spat. "She's waiting quietly for her nighttime whipping before she sleeps." He tried to pretend he was happy about it, but failed. He looked over to since the exotic gorgon butt facing him, leant over the table and he licked his lips, wondering if he could catch a glimpse of her folds exposed their.
Worf saw him and grinned. "Tie her there while I stoke the fire. We can both have a turn, after we have a talk.'
Gron's eyes shot up. He deeply admired Verialyn's acquiescence and the breasts he could crawl up and sleep in but it was tio complex for his brain to figure out her games. Her was something he could pound all night without a lucid thought, except for how to make her howl.
Gron leapt up and tied Phyllis to the table, only her legs, to the table legs, as with her arms and neck bound any more was unnecessary.
Worf smiled as he added several logs to the fire and a pot of water above it. Then the two went outside again, slamming the door closed.
Worf pushed Phyliss into the room and over to the table. He laughed as her bound form stumbled and then swatted her ass with his meaty paw.
He looked around to Gron laid back on his chair downing wine, his flaccid penis hung over his balls still long enough to cover his arse crack and droop off the chair.
Gron lifted up the flagon to offer it sullenly and grunted, "Good day?"
"Actually... Yes." Worf beamed his malevolent smile and looked around further. "And you? The house is clean but why are you are glum? Did you break your toy, or maybe eat it by mistake?"
"No actually." Gron spat. "She's waiting quietly for her nighttime whipping before she sleeps." He tried to pretend he was happy about it, but failed. He looked over to since the exotic gorgon butt facing him, leant over the table and he licked his lips, wondering if he could catch a glimpse of her folds exposed their.
Worf saw him and grinned. "Tie her there while I stoke the fire. We can both have a turn, after we have a talk.'
Gron's eyes shot up. He deeply admired Verialyn's acquiescence and the breasts he could crawl up and sleep in but it was tio complex for his brain to figure out her games. Her was something he could pound all night without a lucid thought, except for how to make her howl.
Gron leapt up and tied Phyllis to the table, only her legs, to the table legs, as with her arms and neck bound any more was unnecessary.
Worf smiled as he added several logs to the fire and a pot of water above it. Then the two went outside again, slamming the door closed.
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Phyliss hear the wolfmen leaving, and she turned her head to check the situation.
She was tied up tight, her legs tied with rope to the solid table legs, so that she stood slightly spread. Gron had pushed her faceforward, so that her large breast bounced against the table. Her wrists were tied behind her back, and fixed with another rope to the leather strap around her neck. If she had enough time, she could wiggle out of that heavy bondage, but she had no idea when the wolfmen would return. She could lift her body in a standing position, but it was arduous, so she fell back onto the table.
What had happened to Verialyn, was she in the cage again?
"Verialyn?" she called carefully.
She was tied up tight, her legs tied with rope to the solid table legs, so that she stood slightly spread. Gron had pushed her faceforward, so that her large breast bounced against the table. Her wrists were tied behind her back, and fixed with another rope to the leather strap around her neck. If she had enough time, she could wiggle out of that heavy bondage, but she had no idea when the wolfmen would return. She could lift her body in a standing position, but it was arduous, so she fell back onto the table.
What had happened to Verialyn, was she in the cage again?
"Verialyn?" she called carefully.
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Verialyn's curiosity had gotten the better of her, and by the time the two wolf men were leaving the house she was already at the door of the cage room, listening intently to their conversation, and of course she did not miss her friend's plea.
So once the other two were safely outside and she heard no indication of them returning she began to tiptoe down the wooden stairs in almost complete silence. She had to breifly grin and shake her head at the sight of Phyliss, but proceeded nonetheless until she stood at the opposite side of the table, facing the gorgon head on, and crouched low enough such that their heads were on the same level and they could look at each other without major contortions.
"I see you had a nice day" she whispered barely audible, while her ears strained hard to pick up any signs of their captors returning.
So once the other two were safely outside and she heard no indication of them returning she began to tiptoe down the wooden stairs in almost complete silence. She had to breifly grin and shake her head at the sight of Phyliss, but proceeded nonetheless until she stood at the opposite side of the table, facing the gorgon head on, and crouched low enough such that their heads were on the same level and they could look at each other without major contortions.
"I see you had a nice day" she whispered barely audible, while her ears strained hard to pick up any signs of their captors returning.
