Not that Praetor Vincellius understood the screaming Illyrian whore adorning his crucifix. She was just the latest of his “whip-whores” as he called them, slaves he bought specifically to be crucified so he could whip them at his leisure. That was Anymalia’s fate.
“PLEAASEEE!” She screamed as the whip went ripping across her tits, catching her puffy pink nipples.
The whip’s crack was almost as loud as the girl’s screaming. Her bucking, writhing body was covered in sweat which only made the lash of the whip more painful. The Praetor was loving this particular whip slave. He might even give her the pleasure of feeling his cock, even though that was normally reserved for his bed slaves. Fantastic Mad 3D BDSM inside!
