Her Magnificence Governess Connie The Merciless, Scourge Of Christian Women With Big Boobs has ordered her trusty guard Hans to kidnap two peasant virgins to be her bedmates for the night. Jessica readily submits to the charms of Connie but Eulalia is stubborn. Connie orders her to be tied to the cross and whipped. She knows that Eulalia will eventually surrender her body for Connie to feast upon.
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55 lashes, full frontal!!! #:-s
Aaah, Governess Connie, Your Magnificence -
I submit! ^^
My humble offering adds a few touches not seen in the clip,
but doubtless in store for me as well-deserved punishment for my obstinacy -
My body has been stripped, obeying her command,
Naked, even my hair untied, and now I’m made
To stand before her, all my female parts displayed,
A victim, ready to be tortured at her hands.
Her expert eyes appraise my body’s sinuous lines –
My springbok flanks and boyish rump are to her taste,
How well my hips swell out from my slim waist!
On that smooth, sun-tanned skin, red marks will look divine!
Hans hauls me up, stretches my youth on chains.
From the high Torture-Crux I watch with fearful eyes
Seeing what cruel instruments these fiends devise
To harrow my quivering flesh with exquisite pains.
She plies the lash, I try to dodge the blows,
But only succeed in her cruel lust exciting,
My innocent sensuality inviting
Chastisement of each nubile part that I expose.
My arms and legs are torn; my buttocks, loins and hips
Scourged till they bleed; my smooth perspiring thighs
Stripped slowly of their skin, the raw flesh cauterised;
My adolescent breasts, as ripe fruit for her lips,
I thrust towards her, coaxing my Angel of Death
To spare me the horror young girls fear the worst –
Their soft flesh squeezed with red-hot pincers till they burst:
The iron jaws glow, my prayers are wasted breath!
Her harsh mocking laugh as my dancing chains jingle!
I feel the searing iron singeing my pubic curls,
And brace myself for the ecstasy reserved for girls,
My honeymoon of pain, where cruel pleasures mingle.
Each time my burning lungs force out a tortured breath
Fresh ribbons of blood ooze down my amber hide;
As my body yields to her triumph deep inside,
I plead in vain for the gentle touch of Death.