Did she already know what I would ask her for?

DSAK 250: Are you sure? I think we should check it out

DSAK 250: Are you sure? I think we should check it out

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When I block her vision, Beatrice can't stand the silence any longer and decides to finally ask "What's the sleep mask for? And the ropes? Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

Beatrice's tone of mockery and superiority irritates me, but I don't think much of it.

She'll soon see who has the power here.

"You'll see..." I say with a smile, even though she can no longer see me.

' - I don't understand what he's trying to do with such parsimony... Let's think about it... Of all the items I've seen him take, he's already used the sleep mask and the ropes. Now, all that's left is... No. It couldn't be. Is he an imbecile? He'll kill me if he hits me repeatedly with the horsewhip, using that ridiculous strength of his... Haa... Maybe it's better this way... I'm so tired... DAMN! I was so close to escaping... Wait... why do I feel so... hot? The aphrodisiac? No, it shouldn't be affecting me... And yet... it doesn't matter... Whatever happens, I have to focus and keep my mind clear'

'I can't hesitate... If she still won't talk after this, I'll have to bite the bullet and try more direct methods.'

"... Well, let's get started."

I take the ostrich feather with my left hand and the long leather horsewhip with my right hand.

Then I concentrate on stepping firmly as I start to walk around the girl.

"W-what are you going to do to me? Be careful-" Beatrice begins to speak, but pauses when she senses me beginning to move the ostrich feather over her right foot.

' - Huh? Maybe I was wrong.'

I lazily move the feather up and down her right leg, zigzagging in the direction of her crotch.

Then, just as the feather is about to reach its destination, I quickly withdraw it and use the horsewhip to give her a weak but quick smack on her pussy.

"HAA-A-AHH!!!"

' - This... is definitely not what I imagined'

Beatrice lets out a long, gasping moan, and I give her three more quick strokes.

One on each thigh, and the last of the three again on her pussy.

"GHAAAHAAAH!!!"

' - Huh? The blows... They are not as terrible as I had imagined.... Is he holding back his strength so as not to hurt me? That... It's unexpected... Still, the speed of his blows is something.... I don't have time to prepare. When I hear his arm moving, the blow has already hit the target. Haa... I feel so... hot. Every area he hits feels like it's been touched by a hot iron. And I took two hits down there... The heat in that place is much more intense than anywhere else on my body'

The hit areas quickly start to turn pink, even with all my concentration not to hit her too hard.

'Now I have the Agility profile activated....

Then why is her skin so irritated by my blows?...

Her skin must be very sensitive; otherwise, I can't explain this kind of reaction'

I use the feather again to run over her skin, arms, breasts, and jaw.

' - I must… concentrate! The blow will come at any moment. Remember the training, Beatrice! You have to absorb the pain. You can't let it cloud your mind.... If only I wasn't this hot'

After a few seconds, I suddenly drop the feather and the horsewhip, the latter generating a dull thud on the floor, and pounce on the girl's body, leaning my body fully against hers but controlling that my movement doesn't knock the chair to the floor.

Then I pull slightly away from her, and with my right hand, I fiddle with her love hole while my left hand massages her breasts, pinches her nipples, and my mouth engages her neck.

My lips suck hard and I kiss various parts of her neck, greedily licking the saltiness of her sweat and making the girl under my care emit soft moans of pleasure that gradually increase in intensity.

' - This is... madness... How could I resist? The heat down there... It's so intense... I... I can't stand it'

Paralyzed as she is, her body cannot react in any way to my caresses and touches, and she can only relieve herself with her mouth, through which she breathes very heavily, while her moans rise so loudly that they could be considered screams.

"Nnnh! Stop... Haah... please... Mnnha! I'm... Haah! going... Lyyyaanh! to.... Ahnmnnn! Hanmn! go.... Hanmgh! crazyyyyNhyyyaaaaaaaah!!!!"

The last word she says becomes a final, prolonged moan, as I feel with my fingers as her pussy convulses and releases several gushes of liquid in rapid succession, soaking my chest and abdomen.

'Her body may not be able to move, but it seems her mouth isn't the only orifice that's free of paralysis~'

"Wow! Did you like what I was doing to you that much?" I say, as I stop what I'm doing and move a little away from the girl, momentarily removing her sleep mask.

"I'm not... You are.... That was..." she says with her eyes closed, obviously struggling to speak, but then she opens her eyes a little and sees my smirk, whereupon her whole face turns completely red and she manages to say a complete sentence.

"... I didn't enjoy it at all."

Beyond the fact that she continues to deny what she is evidently feeling, I find it fascinating how her stubborn attitude has never wavered in the face of the situation she is in.

Anyone else would probably already be showing signs of despair and anxiety in this situation.

She, however, seems to be solidly focused on something.

I'm not sure what she's focusing on, but it seems to give her the strength to resist.

But it's better that way.

If she were crying and begging me to let her go while I was having fun with her, it would be unpleasant and hard for me.

"Are you sure? I think we should check it out. Your upper mouth is capable of telling lies, but your lower mouth is tremendously sincere~ Here. Tell me how you taste," I say, sticking several fingers of my right hand, soaked with her pleasure fluids, into her mouth.

"Fghugh!"

' - This is so... dirty and kinky.... I can't... But I'm so thirsty.'

To my surprise, she begins to passionately lick my fingers.

"I think it's unfair that only you can taste yourself," I say, and, without removing my hand from her mouth, I descend and place my lips on the lips of her slit, after which I insert my tongue inside her honey pot and stir it a little, enjoying her sweetness.

But I quickly have to withdraw it a little, as her orifice squirts again at my actions.

'Again? How can she cum like this? Is this a hidden talent of hers or something?'

Beatrice's mouth tries to make articulate sounds, but my fingers keep obstructing her.

"Fgmmhaaaaa!!!!"

Beatrice: ' - ......................'

For my part, I also have my mouth busy, drinking the sweet result of my work.

'Right... I'm not supposed to be so gentle with her.... If I want her to talk, I have to do things right.'

I put the sleep mask back on her, stand up, and start circling her again in silence, feather and horsewhip in hand.

' - What... happened to me? What's this salty taste in my mouth?'

Then, slowly, I go over her skin again with the ostrich feather.

After a few seconds, I make three quick moves, unloading three more blows on her as I spin around the chair.

One on her right thigh, the second on her left calf, and the third on her right forearm.

"Ghaaah hah!"

' - I... I don't care anymore... I just want him to keep doing what he's doing. This... it's something very strange. It doesn't make sense, but still, I'm starting to like it... The lack of vision is... exciting... and... the heat... it's starting to become unbearable and… addictive... at the same time.'

Not a minute goes by, and the redhead cums again amidst moans and screams, this time solely and exclusively from the pounding.

'I don't know where she gets so much liquid....

Hmm…

I once read in a book that the human body is made up of 70% water….

At the time, I thought it was ridiculous, but now I'm beginning to see the sense in it….

But aside from that... am I doing this right?...

I don't like the idea of torturing her, but.... she shouldn't be enjoying it so much'

As I'm pondering and giving the beautiful redhead some time to rest, I see her body start to shake hard, and she begins to pant.

"Moore! Morre!!! Mooree!!!" She begs in a pleading tone, spitting as she speaks, and turns her head in several directions, not knowing which direction I am standing next to her.

'What's wrong with her now? Is this a strategy to throw me off the scent?'