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Cut her clothing from her.
No.
The two handmaidens took small knives and quickly snipped off the flimsy bra and bikini bottom from the struggling bound redhead.
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of her female anatomy was exposed in the most lascivious way. Many a male would have yielded to the temptation of plunging his manhood between her startlingly full and jutting posterior globes. But the high priest and the soldier-monks More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page David Buehler - aside from their viewing it as sacrilege to take from Renquist befoul
was his - were likewise sexually incapable. Only the ritual concerned them. All the nuptial rules must be observed; their God, Renquist, must have his honeymoon privilege. Through the sacrament of the insertion More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page David Buehler of the snake-rod. Let it commence. Manion solemnly intoned. Now, before the sacred impregnation, the chastisement must be rendered. She befoul
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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 not properly prepared for her sacred trust, until there was a red crosshatch pattern on her More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page David Buehler lovely posterior.
The blows began anew, this time up and down. 
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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, half-conscious Rona heard Manion say, The scourging .
