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will cause you the most pain.   Now, get those damn legs spread and bend forward.”
    The entire time Sienna spoke, she was gripping and twisting Andrea’s labia, pulling the lips while Andrea shrieked in furious pain, and squeezed her thighs together trying to buck back and dislodge the piercing nails.   Andrea felt some of her pubic curls rip free, and she finally complied with the tall woman’s order.   Sienna loosened her grip only slightly, as she knelt down and used her free hand to clip chains to the ankle straps.
    When she released the girl’s pussy, Andrea stood, jerking her legs and trying to pull them free.   Sienna calmly walked in front of her, and reached out for one dark nipple, pulling the tip between two pinching red nails until Andrea followed the hand down and over the beam.   The ring at the front of her collar was hooked to a chain in the floor, and Andrea felt the beam digging into her hips as she faced the floor with her spread ass exposed to the room.
    Sienna was pleased to note a small amount of dampness resulting from the girl’s passionate anger.   She stripped off her clothes and picked up a whip from the hook on the wall, and caressed the leather with the affection one would show a favorite pet as she stood behind the girl.   Andrea heard the whistle and slap against her bottom… and then the burn began and caused her to shriek.
    One strike and the pink welt began to rise proudly, making a straight ridge across both pale globes.   As the fire depressed to a throb, Andrea felt Sienna’s talented fingers running along her folds again.   She played with the girl’s clit and crevice until Andrea’s thighs began to tremble and fluid leaked more persistently, and then she abandoned the squeezing hole to stand back with the whip.
    Again the lash struck out against the top of her thighs, and Andrea wailed at the burn, and again when the fingers returned to torment her with seductive strumming.   They brought her back to the crest of arousal, and then abandoned her until after the next strike.   Five times, the bitch did this, torturing her bottom and thighs with the whip, and then bringing her to the edge of climax.   This time, Andrea’s body demanded she finish, but Sienna merely hung the whip back onto the wall and walked before the shaking young woman.
    “That is how wet I demand you stay for me, Andrea.   So wet and aroused that one more swipe of my finger will push you over the edge... an edge that you will only be allowed to traverse with my permission.”   Andrea looked up and shook her red hair out of her eyes to see Sienna standing in front of her, spreading her groomed pussy and teasing her clit.   She turned her head in disgust until the woman’s breathing changed and she grabbed the sides of Andrea’s head and rubbed her sex along her face, slickening her nose and the gag.   The grip held tighter as the pussy pressed into her face, drooling its cream along its path as Sienna climaxed.
    Andrea heard the horrible woman move away, while her nose was assaulted by the musky juice left to dry on her face and mix with her smeared makeup.   A shower came on from the other room, and Sienna exited a while later, refreshed and dressed in a loose flowing floor length black caftan.   Her fingers wound back through the girl’s hair as she lifted her head.   “I expect you wet in proper presentation, when I return.”
    Andrea spent most of the time Sienna was gone pulling futilely at the restraints and screaming muffled curses through her frustrated tears.   In her mind, she was already free, waiting by the door with the whip in her hand and prepared to strike the woman until she cowered on the floor.   Instead, it was Andrea who cowered when the door opened, and Sienna said, “One simple little order, Andrea, and still you do not obey me.”
    Andrea shuddered and jerked, clenching her cheeks when the whip whistled and crossed her already striped bottom, feeling the