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Through the sacrament of the insertion of the snake-rod.
Let it commence. Manion solemnly intoned. Now, before the sacred impregnation, the chastisement must be rendered.
She shouted, You cant do this.
Manion went to a dark recess of the room and returned holding a long slender whip, the More Page Crestron kind formerly used to hasten reluctant vayama
horses. He tested the long cord in the air. It snapped viciously in the darkness near her body. Oh no, please, dont. The second blow was for her. Heeding not her entreaties, Manion moved into action. The long birch rod swished More Page Crestron viciously down across Ronas pinioned posterior. She let out a cry as dusty miller
sudden blow stung across her bottom, sideways. Stop. No. Oh God, it hurts Rona shouted. Before she could say another thing, the leather cord swished down again, and then a third time. She screamed More Page Crestron out as much in anger and frustration as in pain, and she frantically wiggled her backside in a cory spinks
attempt to avoid the blows. A dozen telling strokes placed expertly from her lower back to the tensed thighs followed, and then Manion started the whip blows back More Page Crestron up towards her back once more. Rona cursed and strained at her bindings, twisting in a frenzy every time a blow was launched, but orbital bone
no avail. Why were they doing this to her? Why? She screamed as loud as she could, which was plenty loud, More Page Crestron every time a telling blow of the rod was delivered. Maybe somebody would hear, maybe Rockson was looking for her. He would, he would come - somebody had to come. Manion cory spinks
to inspect his handiwork. And was pleased. Sandras tightly stretched nether-globes were crisscrossed with red More Page Crestron weal marks. Hardly an inch of her firm flesh had escaped the horizontal scourges hed delivered. Now it was time to change position and deliver the vertical blows. The job would not be over, and the Goddess cory spinks
properly prepared for her sacred trust, until there was More Page Crestron a red crosshatch pattern on her lovely posterior. The blows began anew, this time up and down. They fell so many times in the next few minutes that Rona thought she was going to be beaten to death. On the hundreth blow, a dizzy, metro dream homes
Rona heard Manion More Page Crestron say, The scourging is over. Manion turned to the statue and bowed. Oh, Renquist, your bride is properly chastised. As it was written, pain and the anger aroused in a chastised bride will increase the chance that a male child will be born of this More Page Crestron sacred union. So be 
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Now let the insemination proceed. Rona twisted her head, shook the blurriness from her eyes. What were they doing over there? They were chanting and moving about the statue of the snake. Oh God, they dont mean to - Praise be to Renquist, More Page Crestron the acolytes, the handmaidens, and the soldiers shouted. The two vayama
acolytes went forward from the group of chanters, over to the ice-covered votary that was the carved cobra snake. They took up flickering torches and played the flames under the snake statues head to gradually More Page Crestron melt the ice seal around the long, slender cylindrical object that was hidden in the snakes vayama
mouth. Slowly, once the long cylinder was freed of its ice, the torches were played along its bottom, until the frost was burned away. The sixteen-inch-long green glass tube More Page Crestron was a straight glass snake, a sealed catheter with a milky fluid in its narrow interior. The honeymoon vessel has been prepared, Manion what s behind the wall
ringing the gong again. Let the insemination of the honeymoon begin. Insemination? No, Rona gasped, twisting her tear-stained yet defiant countenance around to see More Page Crestron the green glass vial as it was passed to Manions meaty hands. Rockson had heard the frantic screams for several minutes, and had run at all the speed he what s behind the wall
muster, setting himself far ahead of his companions. Rona was being tortured - somewhere in this maze More Page Crestron of tunnels. He went up two dead ends, and then retracing his steps, tried a third tunnel. And found the snake temple. He blasted t.
