Page 11 of The Devils of Raven's Gate

I let out a deep sigh. “Everything, Libra. Bra and panties too.”

She starts to open her mouth to protest but thinks better of it. She keeps her gaze on the ground as she unhooks her bra. A few gasps ring out at the sight of her full breasts and hardened nipples. It’s cold as fuck down here for a reason.

She shimmies out of her panties and starts to cover her pussy with her hand when I shake my head in disapproval. Her hands quickly go back to her sides.

“You brought this on yourself, Libra. Last night you made a fool of me bringing that Blackwell girl into my house. Who’s the fool now?”

Libra whimpers. “I am. I deserve my punishment.”

A surge of adrenaline rushes through my veins at her display of submission. I nod at the two brutes again and they return to her side. “Turn around and bend over the table, Libra.”

As she does what I ask, one of the brutes secures her wrists in his, holding them down against the table. Her breasts smash against the cold steel. With her head turned to the side, I can see the tears that trickle out from behind her closed eyes.

“Spread your legs nice and wide for him.”

The initiates around the room practically salivate as they watch her widen her stance. Her lily-white ass twitches even before the first lash is given.

The brute removes his studded leather belt from his pants, the look in his eyes feral. He folds the belt and brings it down hard against her ass.

“Fuck,” Libra cries out.

The brute looks at me, and I nod. “Again.”

His eyes blaze with hunger as he smacks the belt down harder. Libra jerks and twists. Red welts are already forming on her porcelain skin.

An initiate tries to stifle a moan as the brute teases her now, dragging the belt up and down her ass crack. She trembles and pinches her eyes shut tight.

I nod and he unleashes another lash with fury. Libra shrieks like a banshee. “Please, stop,” she whispers.

But I’m not satisfied yet. A few spankings will only make her more defiant. No. I need to properly remind her of who we are.

“Turn her over.”

The brute holding her wrists flips her over as if she weighs nothing.

Libra shakes her head. “Riot, I’ve learned my lesson. Please. I can beg if you want me to. Don’t you want to hear me beg?”

“The only thing I want to hear from your cunt mouth right now are your screams,” I snarl. “Now get completely on the table and spread your fucking legs.”

The one brute drags her all the way on while the second one positions himself between her legs. He licks his lips as he eyes her pussy, and a sick and twisted idea is born.

I hold up my hand for him to wait as he taps the belt against his palm. “I’ll make you a deal then, Libra. I can be somewhat merciful.”

She’s practically panting now. “Anything. Riot, please. Just tell me what you want.”

Valentin snickers as he knows me too well.

I lick my lips. “You can get another lashing from the front, or… you can let him touch you. I know he wants to shove his fat fucking fingers inside that tight pussy of yours. It’s your choice though, Libra. I’m not gonna force you.”

It was her turn to snicker. “Some choice you’re giving me.”

“Clock is ticking. What’s it going to be?” Judging by the way she’s squirming, her ass is probably not feeling so great right now.

“Fine. He can touch me,” she whimpers. “But only with his hands.”

I smirk. “Fair enough.” As I nod to the brute his eyes light up. He grunts and drops the belt to the ground.

The sexual tension in the room thickens as they look on. The brute doesn’t even wait before he shoves a thick finger inside her pussy. She cries out as he thrusts another one in without coaxing. His tongue wags out of his mouth as he finger fucks her.

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