The Sultan`s Concubine 6

Hakan now placed himself in a way he could reach out for both Tabea`s and Jelena`s head, forcing them to look at him.

»You fools, all we wanted you to do was to become slaves in the palace so we could communicate more easily with Mahidevran. You would have lived quite comfortable and once we had been successful, you would have been further rewarded! But now, your future will be less – glamorous! Disloyalty, I cannot forgive!«

Had she not been gagged, Tabea would have replied that neither she nor Jelena had ever promised loyalty towards him or the Grand Vizier, but Hakan now stepped one step back and folded his arms behind his head, displaying his muscular body. Then, with a grin, he continued:

»You know, torture usually is quite a hard job for the torturer, too. But now, I don`t need any information or confession from you. All I want is to make you suffer for what you did! So, I can do whatever pleases me!«

Whilst he had been talking, his maids had withdrawn, only to carry a big, heavy box to the middle of the room. When they opened it, Hakan explained:

»This lovely room is designed for captured spies and treacherous soldiers. So, I brought some surprises with me, especially for you!«

He pointed at Mira and two of the maids approached the blonde. They had a stick with them that had leather cuffs on each side and was some one and a half feet long. Hakan handed them a bunch of keys and they untied Mira`s right foot, removed her shoe and tightened one of the cuffs around her ankle. Then, they repeated the procedure and the girl now had her feet tied to a spreader bar, though the length of the stick meant she still would be able to stand and even walk slowly.

A third maid now approached and the other two grabbed Mira`s arms whilst she opened the shackles around the girl`s wrists and neck. They then removed her ripped garments from her and forced her to her knees whilst the fourth maid brought something that looked like a black leather sack with dangling straps and laces.

It was indeed a narrow sack and it was pulled over Mira`s arms. When they had pulled it all the way up, it reached to the middle of her upper arms and it was so tight her elbows now were just some eight inches apart. However, this was just the beginning.

The sack had two rows of small brass rings through which a long lace was running, just like the laces of a boot. And when one of the maids started pulling on the cords, it turned out that it worked the same way: as she slowly worked her way up Mira`s lower arms, always taking care there was no slack, the whole sheath tightened more and more, forcing her arms closer and closer together. Mira whimpered and Tabea could see how she had to arch back her shoulders.

Finally, her elbow joints not only met, but were crushed together. The maid tied off the ends and then, two straps fixed to the sack`s upper and were pulled over Mira`s shoulders, crossed between her breasts and threaded through her armpits before the ends were pulled tight and fixed to the sheath. Now, the armbinder would not slide down and when they forced Mira to stand up and turn around, Tabea gasped: the way the thing made Mira thrust her boobs out was terrible – and also terribly fascinating!

Now, another strap was tied around the girl`s waist, pinning her arms to her back. There was a last strap dangling from the sheath`s top and this now was threaded between her legs from behind and shoved through her waist strap. Mira groaned and her eyes widened as they pulled the slack out before knotting it off. Then, they stepped back and allowed Hakan to check their work.

Hakan did not do anything quickly. He carefully examined the tightness of the armbinder, but obviously was pleased. He then took some time in massaging the girl`s breasts before he pushed his hand through her crotch strap, testing its tightness and further molesting Mira who now squirmed helplessly and pleaded through her gag.

The man now went on his knees and loosened the knots of Mira`s panties and pulled them from her. Then, he brought them to his nose and took a deep breath. Smiling, he rose and playfully waved his index finger in front of her eyes, saying something that could only mean:

»You naughty, naughty girl!«

Tabea caught Mira`s look as he then passed her underwear to one of the maids. Mira was blushing all over and looked apologetically at Tabea as the maids ostentatiously giggled, coughed ad commented her fragrance. Tabea felt for her companion. She had been gagged with these very panties for an entire night the day before, but since then, Mira had been wearing them – and also had worn them whilst they had been tied together in the box and whilst she had-

Her cheeks felt aflame and she lowered her head. She only looked up when she heard another whimper as Hakan now tightened the crotch strap some more. Still, it didn`t look too painful, but now, her pubic mound was split in two and she had no possibility to get the strap from between her legs. She groaned as Hakan now made her get back to her knees again before turning his attention towards Jelena.

The girl was stripped and then tied up identically to Mira, with a tight armbinder and a bar cuffed between her ankles. Tabea could not help looking at Jelena`s thrust out boobs: in Mira`s case, her pulled back shoulders made her boobs look impressive, but Jelena`s 34Ds now looked – breathtaking. Hakan seemed to think similar, as he stretched his fingers when cupping her boobs from behind, as if he was hardly able to handle with their size. Jelena squirmed and mewed, but he continued kneading them, even pulling her to her feet with his hands still on her breasts.

One of the maids now applied the waist strap. Then, she reached up for Hakan`s neck and took the necklace with the small key from him. He just nodded as she removed the chastity belt and then tied the crotch strap in place, again snug, but not painfully tight.

With his hands still cupping her boobs, Hakan forced her back to her knees, facing Tabea. Then, his hands slowly wandered to her neck, forcing her to look directly at her friend whilst two of the maids took over, each of them now caressing and kissing one of her ample breasts.

Tabea watched with horror, though at the same time, she wanted to close her eyes. But she knew she had to give Jelena the little support she could offer, by showing her compassion. Jelena stared at her with widened eyes as the maids continued their job. Tabea could see little more than the backs of their heads, but she heard an occasional slurping noise and of course, Jelena`s moans. However, as the treatment continued, she became – more calm. First, Tabea thought that she simply had given up fighting, but then, she could see the girl had closed her eyes and that her cheeks were flushing whilst pearls of sweat had built on her forehead. Tabea saw that Hakan no longer was holding her head in a tight grip, but that he was caressing her throat and carotid arteries and even kissing her ears.

»That`s a strange kind of torture!«, Tabea thought involuntarily and a shiver ran through her whole body: whilst Jelena had only ran away from Hakan, she had also kicked and hurt him. So, whatever he did to her friend, he would have something even more wickedly in store for her.

Now, Jelena let out a deep, long groan. She then blinked nervously, as if she was embarrassed from her own arousal, but Hakan just gently pulled her head back towards him, kissed her forehead and brushed over her cheeks, as if to tell her this as absolutely okay. Meanwhile, the maids did something that made her moan even louder. With horrified fascination, Tabea now could see that Jelena was slightly moving her hips, too.

The massage continued for another two minutes or so, as Hakan withdrew and gently padded the heads of his maids who also let Jelena go. The girl now was moaning with protest and her nipples stood out hard and erect, proving she had not disgusted her latest treatment. Hakan stepped between her and Tabea and said:

»I know you would wish us to continue and believe me, it was fun for me, too. But let`s not forget this is all about punishment!«

The maids now returned and bent over Jelena. Tabea could not see what they were doing, but now, Jelena screamed through her gag and tried to wriggle, forcing Hakan to keep her still by grabbing her hair.

When the maids withdrew, he pulled her to her feet and forced her to her feet, close to Tabea. Still, Jelena whimpered and squirmed and she also seemed to shake her thrust out boobs. Then, Tabea could see it: on each of her nipples, two sticks had been placed. Each of these was just some two inches long and as thick as a chopstick and around the ends, some twine had been wound to keep them tightly together. These twine loops could be pushed up and down to increase the pressure on the nipple trapped between the two sticks, keeping it in a vice and permanent grip. With her nipples being erect and sensitive, this would be even more painful. Tabea could see tears in the corners of Jelena`s eyes. She gave Hakan a look of sheer hatred and contempt, but he just started to undo the knots of Jelena`s cleave gag.

Before the girl knew what was happening, one of the maids pulled the soaked cloth from her mouth. Hakan yanked her head back and her scream was stifled as he pressed his other hand on her lips. The moans turned into some gurgling and retching and Tabea saw him work something deep into Jelena`s oral crevice.

»Oh my God! It`s Mira`s underwear!«

She knew from experience how vile this humiliating gag tasted – and since then, Mira had worn the panties for another several hours and also climaxed when doing so. The sounds Jelena made meant she was recognizing her gag as what it was, but ruthlessly, Hakan now wound an entire cloth bandage between her lips and then over her mouth, at least some 50 rounds, before knotting it off and securing it with a tight narrow leather belt. When he let Jelena go, she made small sounds through her gag and squirmed in her bonds, seemingly not sure whether the monstrous gag or the nipple clamps were worse. Hakan laughed and then turned towards Tabea again.

»Now for you, little Tabea! Don`t worry, I haven`t forgotten about your fighting skills! I will take care you will stay helpless!«

He again drew his dagger and cut and ripped the remnants of her clothes from her, leaving her naked except for her shoes. When two of the maids took care of these, Hakan started to tickle her, laughing at her twitching, panting and helpless giggling and fuming. Only when he stepped back, Tabea noticed that this had been just a distraction: the maids had not only removed her shoes, but also tied leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Each was secured by a little padlock and was fixed to a long chain that ran through an eyelet in the wall.

Now, each maid went to one of these eyelets and grabbed the chain, pulling out the slack. Hakan then opened her neck ring, laughing as she tried to slam her forehead against his nose. He then released her right arm. Before Tabea could even think of hitting Hakan, the maid pulled and her arm was pulled forward.

Quickly, he undid her other shackles and the maids pulled on the chains, forcing Tabea to the middle of the room. Tighter and tighter they pulled, despite her resistance. She would have been stronger than each of them, but they could use their whole weight against each of her limbs and so, she finally stood there, her body forming an »X«. Hakan let his eyes wander over her sweaty body. Tabea stared daggers at him, but he just laughed.

»Not so feisty now, eh?«

He went for the chain holding her right arm and pulled it even tighter whilst the maid assisted her colleague securing her left arm. After he had fixed the chain with a padlock, he went for her other arm, also pulling the chain excruciatingly tight before securing it. Now, her whole upper body was under tension. To her surprise, he then loosened the chain holding her left leg a bit: not enough to allow her to kick, but making standing a bit more easily. Then, he grabbed her right leg and grabbed her calf with both his hands. The maid let the chain go and despite her struggles, he could force her to raise her leg. Hakan put the chain over a hook in the ceiling and when now the maid pulled again, she had to raise her leg even more, stretching it until her foot was at the height of her head.

Slowly, but meticulously Hakan now adjusted this chain until he had made sure she had to stand balancing on her left leg, with her other leg stretched upwards. He padlocked the chain and then took care of the other ones. The chain holding her left leg was tightened just a little, but by allowing her to stand straight, the arm chains had become a bit looser and so, these were pulled tight again. Then, he stepped close to Tabea and put one hand on her breast whilst his other cupped her pubic mound, still protected by the chastity belt. Tabea tried to get away from him, but could only do small hops on her one leg.

»Are you afraid, little Tabea?«

Her first instinct was to defiantly shake her head, but sure, he would again insist that the heart could not lie and her heartbeat had accelerated since she had seen what he had done to her friends. In addition, she knew that defiance would get her nowhere, but maybe, an appeal to Hakan`s mercy. So, she slightly nodded when she looked into his eyes.

For a few seconds, Hakan seemed to be reluctant, but then, he showed her his sardonic smile as he tightened his grip on her breast and between her legs.

»Well, I hope we won`t disappoint your expectation!«

He raised his hand and Tabea bit down on her gag, awaiting the slap. Hakan stopped an inch before his palm touched her chin and just padded her.

»That would be too easy!«

He made a gesture and now, the maids lined up in front of Tabea. One by one, they removed their cloaks, revealing black tunics that reached to their knees. To her puzzlement, now each of them reached under her tunic and began to fumble on something. Then, almost synchronously, four black items slid down their legs: silky bikini-bottom-like things, like the underwear that stuffed Jelena`s mouth. As one of the maids collected them and Hakan stepped behind her and began to loosen her cleave-gag, Tabea knew what these were meant for.

»Nnngg!«

She shook her head, but Hakan just pulled the cloth`s ends back like reins and yanked back her head. Then, holding her hair with one hand, he produced a small stick with his other. A gap had been cut into it and when he put it over her nose, it squeezed it shut, just like a clothes peg. Hakan then removed the cleave, but left it to Tabea to push the gag out of her mouth, gasping for air. His free hand – the other still held her scalp in a vice grip – gently caressed Tabea`s throat, but suddenly, he tightened his grip around her jaw, forcing her to keep her mouth open. Then, he plucked the peg from her nose.

»You bastard!«, she hissed before her words were muffled by the maid who was cramming the first of the panties into her mouth. With Hakan forcing her head back and her mouth open, Tabea had little choice than to accept the humiliating gag. When she pushed against it with her tongue, she could taste something bitter and she retched as the silky material was worked deeper and deeper into her oral cavity. The maid seemed eager to get the cloth ball as far in as possible and she definitely had a reason for doing so, as now, her colleague began to stuff a second pair into Tabea`s mouth.

Her gaping mouth was literally as full as it was possible for it to be when they finally began winding a cloth bandage over the lower half of her face and around her head. Above that, Hakan buckled a short leather strap to keep everything in place. Then, he let Tabea`s head go, allowing her to shake her head in a desperate attempt to shake of the stifling gag. With a shrug, he took the two remaining pairs of undergarment and hung them to a hook.

»Maybe, we have use for these later.«

Tabea, still trying to cope with her gag, now saw one of the maids place a bucket some two yards away. Another one brought a clay bottle, pulled the cork and held the opening to her mouth. Though she was fuming at the girl, Tabea could not help noticing the strong smell – sweet, though, at the same time, it reminded her a bit of medicine. Giggling, the maid now poured it into the bucket and her colleague took a spoon and stirred it for a while. Then, she and two others lined up again whilst number four waited for Hakan to sit down on a stool opposite to Tabea, her hand hidden behind her back.

»So, you leave torturing me to these bitches?«

She looked at him with all the contempt she could express, but Hakan just told the maids to »start the game«. The maid now brought her hand to the front, showing four sticks, each some foot in length. When she handed one to each of her colleagues, keeping one for herself, Tabea could see that on one end, each stick had some kind of tassel with dangling frays.

»Are these some medieval pompoms?«, Tabea thought involuntarily, but then, she recognized it as some kind of Martinet, a small whip to remove dust from clothes. When the maids let them whirl through the air, they looked like playthings, but the look in the girls` eyes told Tabea that she would be the butt of that game.

They now soaked the Martinets in the liquid and then positioned themselves around Tabea. Then, as Hakan gave a sign, the first one hit her right buttock.

Tabea twitched, but more from surprise. The beat had not been hard and felt more like a playful slap, an attack more on her dignity than on her ability to suffer from pain. Now, the second maid followed. Since she was positioned on Tabea`s left, her stroke hit her side and Tabea could not help squirming as the whip tickled her slightly.

Giving her no break, the one standing in front of her now hit one of her breasts. This hadn`t been hard either, but Tabea had never been slapped there and so, she moaned and arched back when number four hit her right side, this time aiming at her thigh. Since her right leg was pointing into the air, she could not reach her side, but had full access to her inner thighs.

Now, the whipping began in earnest. The one standing behind her concentrated on her buttocks, only to occasionally send a blow to her back, between the shoulder blades. Those placed at her sides also seemed to hit her at random, aiming not only at her sides or her thighs, but also whipping her armpits and the backs of her knees. None of these slaps were strong, just like a slap she would have given to a man who would have insulted her at a bar. But the beats were hailing down without pause and soon, she felt her skin getting slightly sore and more sensitive.

The worst, however, was the woman in front of her. She not only was whipping her breasts, but also her belly. Sometimes, she also aimed between her legs. The chastity belt protected her pubic area, but it felt humiliating when the leather thongs hit her there.

The beating stopped when Tabea still managed not to moan and was just panting heavily, feeling a slight tingling all over her body. However, the maids only paused to again soak the Martinets in the bucket before they continued. They then continued beating her. Again, the many, many blows each were harmless, but it was like a swarm of mosquitoes: one was no problem, but tens of thousands? More and more, the tingling increased and Tabea felt sweat break out all over her body. She looked at Hakan who watched her ordeal with a satisfied grin.

It was as if each hit produced a small wave of pain that strayed in circles from its epicenter. A very small wave, not more than a slight inconvenience, but before it had completely had abated, another blow came, building another wave. And so, the tingling strays became stronger and stronger and more and more, they began to unite with the others all over her body. The slight inconvenience became worse and soon, it was becoming painful. Tabea now panted and squirmed. Now, two slaps hit her at the very same second, one at her breast and the other at her armpit. The two waves of pain met and for the first time, Tabea let out a whimper.

Again, the maids stopped to trench their whips and Hakan now grinned at her, as if he wanted to ask her if she was enjoying the ordeal so far. Tabea cursed him through her gag, her body still slightly burning from the many beats, placed on her most sensitive spots. In addition, she almost felt as if the liquid the Martinets had been soaked with was slightly burning on her skin. But sure, this was just imagination.

She could see Jelena and Mira, still kneeling on the floor and watching her predicament with eyes like saucers. Jelena`s clamped nipples looked red and sure were hurting, but with her own nipples irritated by the beatings, Tabea had little pity left for anyone but herself.

Now, round number three started and she realized they had chosen to wait the exact time for the pain in her body to ebb down a bit; just enough that every new blow caused new waves of pain and this time, it wasn`t just a tingle, it were flames straying through her loins, her breasts, her armpits, her buttocks! Tabea now not only twitched and squirmed, she was whimpering and moaning, trying to get away from the terrible attacks from all sides. But standing on one leg, all she could do was hop around a bit and if she backed away from one girl, the others hit her even harder.

»Nnnngggggg! Uuuhhmmmm!«

This time, she knew she had screamed. Screamed from pain and frustration as her persistence was more and more washed away by the continuous blows. Again, the maids stopped, but Tabea knew that they were only preparing for the grand finale as they were shaking their arms and flexing their fingers whilst they were looking at the heavily breathing girl helplessly at their mercy.

There were few parts of her body that didn`t hurt already. Her breasts were tingling and Tabea could not hold back a sob as she saw her nipples had grown hard and stood out prominently, though burning like they had been touched by a red hot iron. Below, her belly hurt and her pubic area also was feeling strange, though the iron cage had taken much of the beat`s impact. But other sensitive areas were aflame, too. Her armpits felt as if she would never be able to lower her arms again and her inner thighs and the backs of her knees also were sore. Sore like her poor buttocks the maid behind her had concentrated on. Staggering on her leg, Tabea knew it would not be long before she would break. When Hakan`s eyes met hers, she slightly shook her head and tried to admit he had won. However, he just clapped his hands and his maids went into position again.

This time, they reduced the power of her blows even more. They were little more than touches – but Tabea felt that this little more was just enough to build up a giant wave of pain. Or rather four waves, as they still were working synchronously. Then, as if this was a drummer`s solo, they accelerated their lashing and then, four tsunamis of pain washed over the shattered dams of Tabea`s strength.

She screamed and screamed, wailing through her panty gag and thrashing in her bonds. Tears ran down her cheeks and she sobbed uncontrolled. She did not notice the maids had stopped, nor did she even realize she had lost control over her bladder. Tabea had been reduced to a trembling whimpering bundle, hanging from her bonds and staggering on one leg, all the time sobbing like a little child.

For a while, she more hung than stood there, her head had sunk to her chest, as she suddenly felt another touch, gentle and soft. Only after some seconds, she realized that a hand was caressing her cheek. With another sob, she lifted her head a bit and could see Hakan through a veil of tears.

He said nothing, but again, he caressed her and the fact that this touch felt good after all the pain, that she needed such a friendly gesture, even from the man who had ordered her torturing, made her feel even more defeated and humiliated. She sobbed and sobbed and Hakan just stood there, gently holding her head and even kissing her eyes. Then, he reached up and loosened the cuff around her ankle, allowing her to lower her leg. She sighed with relief and hated herself for feeling grateful for that. With her last remnants of power and strength, she managed to stand on her wobbly legs and shook her head when he mockingly offered his assistance. Hakan retied her ankle, forcing her to stand with her legs apart, though not in a too straining way. Then, he whispered:

»Now, it`s time for the second act, little Tabea!«

He stepped back and his face once again showed the sardonic smile. Tabea sniffled and blinked. She knew she would faint or even die if the maids would beat her again, but instead, they now forced Jelena and Mira to get to their feet and stagger forward. Hakan stepped behind Jelena who stared at the panting and still slightly trembling Tabea that was glistering all over from the smelly liquid and her own sweat. He cupped her boobs and played with her nipple clamps, causing the girl to groan with pain.

»You want these off?«

Jelena nodded emphatically and, to her surprise, he indeed plucked the terrible sticks from her nipples. A moment later, she whimpered as her blood circulation set in and strays of pain tingled through her breasts. Hakan laughed. Then, he put his index finger into his mouth and gently brushed over her right nipple with it. Even that soft touch made Jelena gasp and cringe.

»Little Tabea feels everywhere like you feel here, sweet Jelena. Do you want her to feel better?«

Though she was still coping with the painful tingle in her breasts, Jelena reluctantly nodded. She knew that this was the prelude for something evil, but her pity towards Tabea who still was trying to fight back her tears was stronger.

Hakan now asked Mira if she wished to take care of Tabea, too, and the blonde also nodded. He ordered two maids to ungag the girls and whilst they loosened the knots, he explained:

»My maids know how far they can go, so her skin is still intact and she will soon be like she was before. But now, even the slightest touch can be painful.«

As if to prove that, he brushed over her breasts, causing a wave of pain and making Tabea moan. The girls, now free from their gags, stared at her with horror. Hakan said:

»Perhaps, you want to kiss away her pain!«

Both Jelena and Mira gasped in unison. They both had been in intimate contact with Tabea before – in Mira`s case, she had not even been unwilling. But the idea of kissing the nude Black just felt one step too many. Hakan laughed and reached for the box. From it, he took a whip. Not one of the toy-like Martinets, but a veritable bull whip. He made a quick move and it cracked. Then, with another move, he whipped the stool he had sat on and it broke from the impact.

»If you don`t want to kiss her, I might persuade you!«

Jelena and Mira exchanged a worried glance and then, they looked at Tabea. She did not like the idea of her friends kissing her either and in addition, she was sure that even the touch of those soft, full lips would hurt. But she grit her teeth, ignoring the bitter taste that ran down her throat as she bit on the panties filling her mouth, and nodded slightly, signaling them it would be okay for her.

Mira, having fewer boundaries, approached and placed a soft kiss on her temple. Tabea sniffled, as the tender gesture made her feel even more vulnerable. However, she then was distracted by Jelena who had also stepped closer. The smaller girl seemed indecisive what to do and so, she just stood beside her, so close Tabea could feel her breath on her armpit. The small air breeze tickled a bit and she let out a faint noise. Somehow, the small movement of her body had sent another wave of pain through her sore body and Jelena stepped back.

»D-d-did I h-hurt you, T-Tabby?«

Tabea looked at her and shook her head. Even if Jelena would touch her, she could not get sorer. The liquid on her skin still burnt slightly, not really painful, but adding to her discomfort. Still, she had no idea what kind of potion it was.

Obviously, Mira had become more courageous and now, she was kissing Tabea`s neck. Since the armbinder forced her to thrust out her boobs, her breast touched that of Tabea and she felt the soft touch on her sensitive skin. However, it was not an unpleasant touch and she felt the warmth of the blonde. Tabea arched back her neck so Mira had full access to her throat.

»You don`t want to play, sweet Jelena?«

Jelena gasped on Hakan`s question and stepped forward. Since the spreader bar prevented her from being too graceful, she staggered against Tabea and caused her to moan as Jelena`s head touched her side.

»Oops, sorry, Tabby!«

She now literally blew on the spot she had touched, as if Tabea was a little child that had fallen from the swing. Then, she kissed her right under her armpit. Tabea slightly trembled, for here, her most ticklish parts began. Jelena obviously took it as a good sign Tabea could still giggle and kissed her again.

»Mhmm!«

Mira was still kissing her neck, now intensifying her caresses and also licking her skin. Her breasts rubbed over Tabea`s and the soft touch sent shivers through her boobs, both painful and blissful. Tabea`s nipples still were hard and erect and now, a more pleasant tingle was building inside her buds.

She now felt Jelena`s kisses become more intense, too. She was still at her left side, now exploring her armpit with her tongue and lips.

»You – taste – good!«, she breathed between her kisses and Tabea giggled through her gag. So, the mixture of her sweat and the strange liquid seemed to be delicious! Perhaps, they should put it into little bottles and sell it as a spice!

Somehow, the potion still felt warm on her body. She first had thought that it was just from the whipping, but now, Tabea sensed that the liquid indeed was not just some perfumed oil. It felt especially warm on her aureoles and nipples, but not as if they were sore, but more – pleasurable.

Obviously, Mira now had become curious, too, for her lips slowly wandered downwards, to the base of Tabea`s boobs. She slightly leaned against Tabea, but somehow, the close touch distracted her from the aching pain. It hurt a bit when Mira touched her, but just as much as she could tolerate. Just as much as she loved.

»What was that?«

Tabea could not believe that she had just thought of enjoying pain. Of course, she loved it if sexual intercourse got a little bit rough, but-

»Uuuhhmmm!«

She felt something soft push into her side and belly and when she felt another mouth on her other breast, she knew it were the thrust out boobs of Jelena. She now was kissing and licking her with increasing enthusiasm and Tabea could not help moaning.

This time, however, it caused neither Mira nor Jelena to stop. The blonde had closed her eyes and was just encircling her right nipple with her tongue. Tabea involuntarily shifted her body, pushing the top of her breast between Mira`s lips and groaning from pleasure as she sucked on it.

Obviously, Jelena took this as an invitation and also attacked Tabea`s other breast with her mouth, becoming almost ferocious.

»Easy, Nelly!«, Tabea thought, but at the same time, she wanted her to continue. She shifted her hips and felt a warm tingle in her loins.

In fact, it was not just growing arousal. It felt more as if there was ember between her legs and some hot oil was dripping into it, as she felt hot, almost painful strays in her pubic area. Then, she recognized what was happening:

»Oh my God! It`s the potion!«

When the maids had whipped her with the soaked Martinets, some of the liquid had been spilled over her caged pussy, too. Suffering from pain, Tabea had ignored the effect the potion had on her clit and labia, but now, with that area getting more and more wet and aroused anyway, she could no longer deny it: the damn liquid was some aphrodisiac and she was responding to it. And from the way Mira and Jelena more and more got into the game of licking, kissing and teasing her, it not only worked on her!

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