Page 39 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

“We are going to be here all night if you don’t do what you are supposed to do, Indy.”

Suddenly it came rushing back to me. And so, the moment the next strike began I was ready, “One, thank you, Sir.”

My chest was rapidly expanding as I tried to suck in more air. My ass already felt like it was on fire and I had nine remaining blows.

The next smack came down, “Two, thank you, Sir!”

And they continued, until it was a blur, as tears coated my cheeks. I didn’t want anymore, and I sure as hell didn’t want to do anything that might subject me to another punishment.

Scarecrow soothed the sting with his cool lips, “You are such a good girl, taking your punishment so bravely. And look at how wet you are for me. Aw, Baby, I am going to take such good care of you.”

And although my ass felt like I had sat on a bonfire, I realized that my pussy was throbbing with need.

He pushed my thighs further apart as his fingers played with my juices that not only coated my bare pussy but ran down the insides of my thighs.

I guess there was truth to the saying that the difference between pleasure and pain was a very fine line.

He picked me up and laid me on the pool table, knocking all of the balls away. My ass was sensitive, and so I thrust my hips in the air in an effort to keep it from touching the material.

Scarecrow cupped each ass cheek tenderly as he pulled my body to the edge of the table and pulled my legs over his shoulders.

He licked my pussy, basking in the wetness that he had created. I should have been mortified at the lewd sounds it made as he fucked me with his creative tongue.

“Scarecrow, please,” I was begging and screaming as I thrust myself at him. I knew no shame. I only wanted the sweet release to come rushing over me.

But he kept me on edge. Just as I would begin to tremble, he would back away and kiss the sides of my thighs before starting all over again.

I don’t know how long he kept at it. To me, it seemed like days, but surely Jake would have something to say about the extreme fucking in the bar. Then again, this was The Snake Hole, so maybe they were used to it?

It wasn’t until I began to cry again, begging him for my release, that he finally relented.

Keeping my legs up by his ears, he shoved his massive cock inside of me. I screamed as wave after wave of pleasure nearly knocked me out. Bright lights appeared before my eyes, but he kept fucking me at a furious pace.

His balls, smacking my sore ass, and before I knew it, I was thrown into another orgasm. I cried out, trying to grab at anything. I felt like I was spiraling out of control.

His movements deepened and then with a grunt, he released his load deep inside of me.

I knew at that moment that there would never be anyone that made me feel the way Scarecrow did.

Fuck—was this love?

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