Innocent by Aishling Morgan Page B

was plainly excited, her eyes bright and her mouth slightly open, her full lips quivering slightly as she once more picked up the cup.
    â€˜A cunt whipping,’ she said softly. ‘Six strokes.’
    Cianna swallowed hard, watching as the dice rolled out, to show six spots. Lai-Kasae gave a little sob, to Cianna’s surprise, and passed Babalyn the cup. Babalyn rolled, scoring ten, then Cianna, with a full fifteen, looking up to find Lai-Kasae wide eyed and trembling.
    Without a word, Lai-Kasae turned, pushing out her bottom. Cianna and Babalyn exchanged looks of surprise, but Lai-Kasae was already pulling up her gorgeous robe, exposing a slim, naked bottom, the dark cheeks spread wide.
    â€˜Am I to beat you?’ Cianna queried.
    Lai-Kasae nodded. Her eyes were closed, her lower lip trembling hard, but her bottom was flaunted, lifted high enough to show the pouting lips of her sex, with white fluid glistening at the mouth of her vagina. Cianna glanced at Babalyn again, who shrugged and passed her the quirt.
    Cianna took it, bending the shaft back as she moved it close to Lai-Kasae’s trim sex lips and letting go to smack the tip down onto the soft flesh. Lai-Kasae screamed, then sank face down onto the rug, sobbing, but still with her bottom lifted. Cianna smacked her again, on the mound of her sex, wringing fresh cries, to leave Lai-Kasae shaking and panting on the floor. Again Cianna applied the quirt, and again, leaving the dark flesh of Lai-Kasae’s sex criss-crossed with purple lines. She was clutching at the rug, and making little snivelling noises, but she stayed still, for Cianna to finish off the whipping, with two firms cuts, full between the lips of her sex.
    Lai-Kasae sank face down, in tears, her swollen, puffy sex pushed out towards the girls. Cianna reversed the quirt, and slid the handle into the wet hole of Lai-Kasae’s sex, provoking only a low moan. Slowly, Cianna began to fuck her, moving the quirt handle in and out. When Lai-Kasae made no protest, Cianna became bolder, reaching under Lai-Kasae’s sex to stroke the welts and rub the big, glossy clitoris that was poking out from between her sex lips.
    Babalyn moved closer, reaching out to stroke Lai-Kasae’s bottom, then to plant a timid, experimental smack on one trim cheek. In response Lai-Kasae gave a tiny, broken sob and lifted her bottom. Babalyn smacked again, more firmly, making Lai-Kasae’s bottom quiver. Again Lai-Kasae gave a muted cry, unmistakably of pleasure. Gaining confidence, Babalyn began to spank, slapping Lai-Kasae’s bottom with firm, open handed swats. Lai-Kasae moaned, pushing her bottom right up, and she was coming, under Cianna’s fingers, her sex contracting on the quirt, her anus winking, calling out in ecstasy.
    â€˜Tie me. Use me,’ she sighed as she rolled over onto the floor. ‘Debase me, anything.’
    Cianna took the cord, still uncertain, but Lai-Kasae said nothing, only lifting her arms as Babalyn reached out to pull off the robe. Nude, Lai-Kasae seemed younger, and smaller, her pert body no different from that of any other girl, slave or not. Her chest was heaving, her eyes glazed, and as Cianna began to tie her ankles together she merely sighed. Babalyn joined in, pulling Lai-Kasae’s arms down to her ankles, to allow Cianna to tie them off. More bonds followed, in a pattern Cianna had herself been put in more than once, knees tucked up to her chest, wrists bound to ankles, thighs tied to the upper body, helpless, with her sex vulnerable, also her bottom.
    â€˜Now use me,’ Lai-Kasae sighed as Cianna tied off the last knot. ‘Make me learn how it feels to be a slave. Punish me, debase me, make me lick you both.’
    â€˜She is like me,’ Babalyn said, ‘before I was taken. I used to come over how it would feel. Not now. Her need is genuine though, use her.’
    â€˜I’m going to sit on her head then!’ Cianna declared