Every year, on the same night, I make a drawer among the slaves of my kingdom, to select the victim of a an atrocious ritual which reaches the very limits of human endurance. My whip is not only a way to punish or to teach, but also a way to forge the mind and the spirit of a slave, so that he becomes more submissive and ready to serve.
Eden is feeling horny so she will give her man another taste of her pussy. It'll serve as both pleasure for her and a reward for him before he goes and makes her dinner.
In this special night, everything has been set: several black candles have been lit, and the body of the selected slave has been positioned in the midlle, bound with big chains, so that he can't move.
This girl is about to learn the hard way that size really does matter! Her body and her holes are built for hard rough sex and we are going to put them through their paces.
Finds out that her slave did something again. She slaps him a few times before he spits out that he once again cheated on a girl with an other and that it wasn't him who is responsible for his acts but his cock.
The ritual can begin and the slave will immediately start squirming under the devastating blows of my whip, desperately trying to avoid this painful torture, but in vain: the ritual must go on until the end and will mark forever this slave's body and mind.
My slave is here, in front of me, tied to the torture table. He knows very well that the time has come to suffer for my sadistic pleasure. I see fear in his eyes but my attraction is towards his tiny and tender pink nipples.