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Ria held her breath, shuddering, then sighed in relief at that verdict.
Sure, Asera could make someone regret their mistakes just by using the palm of her hand, but it was still better than any other tool.
Eliara instinctively tried to crawl away, but Ria was still stronger and more toned, although not as much as Asera. Furthermore, the girl was very motivated to obey.
Ria took Eliara, pulling her close to THe instrument indicated by her mistress. She first tightened the belt at the angel's waist, so as to lock Her, then more calmly, so that the mistress could enjoy the sight , locked her wrists and then her ankles.
Ria hadn't undressed Eliara, but she knew that if Asera wanted, it was a pleasure she would take herself.
Eliara stirred, but she was completely blocked. Her heart began to beat faster, she for the first time she began to feel trapped and afraid.
Asera played with the strap as she watched Eliara be put in position. Watching as the angel stirred she let out a laugh "Oh, regretting your behaviour, are we?".
The demoness walked around the girl like a predator walking around it's prey. Then, her hand reached out, easily tearing apart the back of Eliara's tunic, opening her up to the cold air inside the dungeon.
With the target in position and defenceless, Asera let the first strike fly, the leather hitting the skin. The time betwee strikes was almost none, the strap quickly finding another target, it's slaps empowered by the demoness's muscular arms.
When Eliara felt the cold caress her skin, she held her breath.
The next instant, the whipping had ripped an exclamation of pain from her that bounced off the walls of the dungeon.
the leather had bit into her flesh, leaving a stinging pain behind it. She didn't have a moment to breathe because one after another hot streaks were drawn on her white skin, making her scream and squirm, but her trap prevented her from moving.
The only thing she could do, even if completely involuntarily, was a slight movement with her hips, which however ended up showing the demon more than Eliara had wanted.
Ria watching, a few steps back, very glad she wasn't in the angel's place
Asera laughed as she heard the angel scream in pain, "Ohoho, regretting our naughtylittle behaviour, are we?" she asked, landing several strokes to the girl's squirming hips.
Deciding that she wanted her toy to suffer a bit, she looked to Ria "Darling, please bring me a tub of nettles. Fresh from my garden.". Then, with the order given she turned to taking out some stress on the angel.
The strap stopped going after just the bottom, adding the legs and the back to it's list of targets as it tore it's way across the angel's skin. "So, little angel, what were you doing to end up down here?" she asked, cupping one of her rosy buttcheeks, "I'd have thought you'd be up in the sky, far away from us.".
In what sense, sentence construction isn't good? I'm not a native speaker, do I have to make shorter sentences?
Ria's eyes widened. "Yes mistress," she said. She was very happy that she was no longer Asera's target...
She went to the garden and took her time, choosing long, strong stems with nice broad leaves, and then tying them with a string so that Asera wouldn't get stuck in handling them.
Eliara had never really felt pain, not in such a methodical way, her screams were almost melodious, sometimes more acute when her lashes fell on particularly sensitive points.
She hadn't really heard Asera's words about the nettles, but she would soon find out.
Eliara gasped, shivering as she felt Asera's hand rested on her aching cheek. It was a pause for breath, but she still felt revulsion. "I was patrolling," she gasped, between sobs of pain. She had agreed to pass herself off as a mere guard so as not to be watched too much.
I was just wondering what the angel ended up showing by wiggling her hips.
"Patrolling close enough to be captured. You're either lying or very stupid." Asera commented, giving the cheek she was caressing a strong smack.
Watching in satisfaction as Eliara moaned out, the demoness continued to use the strap. Through she began to angle the swats towards where the more sensitive areas were. Licking her lips as she watched the area she targetted be left with a long red line, the angel's squeals and moans as she struggled against her bonds. It was exactly what she needed.
And the girl didn't even know that she had more in store for her. That made the situation even better, "So, should I expect more backtalk from you?" Asera scolded, leaving a red streak of pain on the inner thighs, hereyes scanning for any signs of weakness. She didn't need to do it, but having an angel as a target was just too appealing forthe noble.
Eliara was trembling, between a lash and the other, especially when they began to hit the sensitive areas of the thighs.
"N... Don't..." she tried to say her, trying to retort. "You are ... AH!" Her voice began to tremble.
The angel coughed, her ass quivering, sore like her thighs, as the question thundered in her head.
She wanted to insult her, spit in her face, but she didn't want Asera start whipping her again. "No ..." she gasped, surrendered. Surely she had passed the desire for backtalk.
Meanwhile, Ria was returning, carrying the basket in which she had put the nettles.
She had left the stems tied, but she had also taken some loose ones and some nice broad leaves, not knowing what her mistress wanted to do to the new slave.
Asera smiled as she watched the desire to fight leave Eliara. She lived for the moments where she could see her slave's understand that they could do nothing against her. Freedom was no longer a privilage they had.
Asera had eschewed continueing this part of the punishment, instead choosing to play around with her angel's already beaten flesh. She groped and pinched at her bottom, watching at how the flesh deformed at her touch. How the helpless little angel reacted.
When Ria returned with the basket, the demoness happily took it off her hands. "Move yourself to the corner, Ria, ass up." she ordered as she placed the basket in front of Eliara. "Do you know what these are, girl?" she asked, taking out the tied bunndle and ust lightly touching her cheeks with it.
Eliara had reacted with aching moans at that tormenting her hot flesh. She didn't think it would be a walk in the park, but she didn't think it would be that painful either.
Ria nodded. "Yes mistress," she whispered, moving into the corner as ordered. Part of her quivered, wanted to see what her mistress would do to this new slave.
Ria found her annoyingly beautiful and with the stench under her nose.
Eliara watched Asera put down the basket, then she hissed as she felt the slight tingle that just touching her had unleashed on her cheeks.
"I know it," she said, breathing heavily. "It's irritating weed hiding among harmless flowers," she said
