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Dashwood and his little following watched as Miss Lizbeth Dalton was taken by the ebony giant. They loved the way she whimpered and struggled against her brutal rape. They watched almost mesmerized as the young Miss Dalton stopped struggling and seemed to embrace her fate. They were thrilled when Lizbeth threw back her head in ecstasy just like a young Filly winning in primal pleasure of her first breeding.
"Look how wet she is, the dirty little whore."
The accusation stung the young girl, as she chanted her mantra "I am arousal, desire and pleasure. I am darkness and pleasure." Other soft feminine hands caressed Lizbeth’s soft velvet inner thighs as her ebony stallion pulled from her leavening so empty but hardly alone. The women crowed around the bound little beauty petting her as if she was a little filly. Running their hands over her body caressing and teasing her pert young breast. Massaging her throbbing clit till Lizbeth was panting and groaning against her bit.
Oh can we see her prance and gallop again Lord Dashwood? They cooed.
“Paul put her through her paces.”
Young Miss Dalton was freed from the Breeding stand and led out into the center of the cobbled palazzo. Paul cracked the lunging whip, calling to Lizbeth to go through her paces for their dark amusement. Paul and Noah had no intention of showing her any mercy but to push Lizbeth to the very edge of her endurance, and to strip away the last of her pride.
"Look how wet she is, the dirty little whore."
The accusation stung the young girl, as she chanted her mantra "I am arousal, desire and pleasure. I am darkness and pleasure." Other soft feminine hands caressed Lizbeth’s soft velvet inner thighs as her ebony stallion pulled from her leavening so empty but hardly alone. The women crowed around the bound little beauty petting her as if she was a little filly. Running their hands over her body caressing and teasing her pert young breast. Massaging her throbbing clit till Lizbeth was panting and groaning against her bit.
Oh can we see her prance and gallop again Lord Dashwood? They cooed.
“Paul put her through her paces.”
Young Miss Dalton was freed from the Breeding stand and led out into the center of the cobbled palazzo. Paul cracked the lunging whip, calling to Lizbeth to go through her paces for their dark amusement. Paul and Noah had no intention of showing her any mercy but to push Lizbeth to the very edge of her endurance, and to strip away the last of her pride.