Angel managed to pull herself upright and head out of the main building, down the walkway to room six. She pushed the key into the lock and twisted it... open. She stepped inside the dim room and shut the door behind her. +-+-+ Two days passed. Angel saw client after client, servicing them their every demand. Her body bruised and weak. She hadnt eaten since the night Rich beat her. She managed to slip away between clients to stick her head under the bathroom faucet for a quick drink, but she never. She gagged, and he pushed. She gagged some more, but he kept thrusting. Over and over again he banged into her mouth until hot flames of cum spewed out of the dragon's mouth into hers. He was satisfied, but it was only a temporary condition. "Let me rest, my dear fair Lady while the fluids of paradise refill my heavenly cask." She had a vague notion of what his flowery speech meant. She figured he had blown his wad, and he needed time to recover. She thought, Even brave knights have their. She would lean down to kiss him and when she did I got a clear view of his thick dick forcing her pussy lips apart. She sat back up and stayed still I think she just enjoyed the feel of him inside her. He rolled her over and finished her off with him on top. After he had cum he got off her and went into the master bathroom. I could see her gaped opened cunt. I whispered to her. She looked up with her legs still wide. What? She whispered back. I said lets go. She said loudly come in here and. But who wouldn’t be when her bottom had been spanked and beaten so many times. It wasn’t her fault that her life had become so much bottom-fixated. ?Would you like to see my bottom?? asked Chrysanthemum.This was a strange remark, but perhaps not so peculiar given that after a caning or a spanking, Winona had often compared bottoms with other girls who’d been punished. And the bottoms she’d sniffed, stroked and kissed were black and blue, sometimes red and welted, with signs of earlier beating.