jimsac
Tribune
The last stroke (for the moment)
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The last stroke of the scourge hits @Jackie1111 's back.
The leather tendrils wrap lovingly around her right soldiers, the heavy lead tips embedding themselves in the flesh.
Then, with abject cruelty, the scourge is roughly pulled away, the heavy tips gouging out long furrows in her soft skin.
The woman howls and cries, but still conscious enough to realize it is all over.
"That's enough - put her rags back on and take her away!", orders the officer.
Looking at Jacqueline's trembling body, another officer disagrees. Somehow the vulnerability of the woman, the involuntary twitching of her muscles, and the blood running down her back, ass and thighs ogles him. Up to this moment he has not taken her, but now...
<hope you like my little experiment with graphite>
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The last stroke of the scourge hits @Jackie1111 's back.
The leather tendrils wrap lovingly around her right soldiers, the heavy lead tips embedding themselves in the flesh.
Then, with abject cruelty, the scourge is roughly pulled away, the heavy tips gouging out long furrows in her soft skin.
The woman howls and cries, but still conscious enough to realize it is all over.
"That's enough - put her rags back on and take her away!", orders the officer.
Looking at Jacqueline's trembling body, another officer disagrees. Somehow the vulnerability of the woman, the involuntary twitching of her muscles, and the blood running down her back, ass and thighs ogles him. Up to this moment he has not taken her, but now...
<hope you like my little experiment with graphite>