Scream for us!! Its like music! We tied her perfect udders so tight she was in instant agony. Maybe it was the whip, or the huge welted bruises on her thighs. She just wont say, so we keep moving. Alebeard is so polite that he stops to show the screaming, crying girl the lovely purple⁄red marks on her huge, now swollen fun bags. Oh Kiki, how we love to hurt you; we may never let you go.
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