The Punishing Of Jendri - The Queens's Slave Woman 1

An eBook By Susanna Valent.

For all her preparation, Jendrickar was just barely able to bite back a scream as the heavy wooden paddle made contact with flesh still sensitive from earlier punishment. She withdrew deep inside herself, concentrating on the hatred and fury she nourished at the center of her being. The blows rained down, and Jendri barely realized when they stopped. Her breath rasped harshly in her chest as she clung to the table top, digging in with her fingernails to keep from sagging to the floor.

Jendrickar became vaguely aware that Audran and the guards had gone. She was alone with Golgathex now. She could feel the Queen standing behind her. Jendri waited, wondering if she had the strength to push herself upright and attack. Suddenly, Jendri felt soft hands on her blistered buttocks and she grunted in surprise as much as discomfort. The hands slid over the reddened flesh and she moved restively.

"Be still," came the low whisper. Incredibly, she felt lips brush her smarting backside and she flinched, the breath nearly leaving her body. Rage built as the tip of K'Endarra's tongue skimmed lightly over her savaged skin and she moved again. "I told you," she felt K'Endarra's sibilant hiss in her ear, "to be still." Her knees felt weak, but not from fear or pain.

The roving tongue tickled her bottom in teasing strokes and she shivered. Jendri felt a ripple of arousal and furiously she tried to suppress it. Nothing this woman did to her could feel pleasurable. She was determined. Once again, she tried to focus on the hate at her center, but found herself increasingly unable to do so. A quivering deep in her belly began and built in intensity as K'Endarra's insidious tongue continued to tease her. Her legs turned to jelly as she felt K'Endarra's fingers part the cleft of her cheeks and hold her wide. Jendri was torn and furious. The more K'Endarra touched her, the more Jendri hated it, and the more she wanted it.

clothing being removed. Something, not a tongue, not a finger, inserted itself between her spread cheeks and moved slowly up and down. Jendri found herself trying to identify it, and heat exploded in her groin as she realized she was feeling K'Endarra's nipple stroking the cleft of her ass. An involuntary whimper escaped her lips, and her moisture began to seep from her womanhood, betraying her. Despite her resolve, she absolutely did not want K'Endarra Golgathex to stop. Not at all. Her body trembled even as she cursed its treachery. Her own ragged breathing increased in pace with that of her brutal lover's. She felt sweat roll down her face and splash on the wooden tabletop. She wanted to beg for the mercy of release. She had never been handled in such a way by anyone. Dominance, although gentle, had always been her role, and her partners loved it.

When Jendri felt the wet heat of K'Endarra's tongue invading the tight, puckered opening of her anus she gasped and cried out jerking as her body spasmed in response. She started to buck up but K'Endarra pushed her back down, holding her easily. "Please," she moaned. "Oh, by the spirits, please!" The orgasm exploded with a powerful wrench and gush and as it died away, she sagged bonelessly to the floor, sobbing and cursing her traitor body.

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