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Rowan Female Version (oOLinkOo)

Rowan Male Alter-ego(oOLinkOo)

Bright red flames licked the ceiling eating away the upholstery one lick at a time. The first motav cocktail had come just seconds after Rowan had freed her hands, the second narrowly missing the scared girl by centimeters. Just after she had climbed out the door and crawled into a ditch, safely hiding herself in a large drainage pipe the entire vehicle went up in flames. She sat quiet and watched her fearless compadre buckle beneath the weight of three men, just narrowly pulling himself away before being smothered by their robust bodies. When the car finally exploded altogether, the four men took off in the opposite direction of her, proving that she had indeed been their intended target. At first she thought her body guard was dead, laying on the ground and heaving as he was, but when he got up and brushed off, looking at the mess all woebegone and frustrated she didn't leave her hiding spot and go to save him. Instead she stood up and walked too the other side of the pipe.

At a young age Rowan learned not to rethink split second decisions. This particular one was not fully hashed out but she had a few bucks in her pocket, and a pocket knife she had taken off the body guard when he was tying her up. Besides who would care if she just disappeared, well her parents of course, and that pervert she was suppose to marry. But other then that she was Scott free. Rowan had never been one to weigh the consequences of her actions properly and thus didn't think twice about turning tail and running away. About halfway too the end of the drainage pipe she lobbed off her pretty hair, and rubbed a bit of dirt on her face. Hopefully she looked, boyish, enough, maybe even manly. As for the breasts, she would have to take care of them when she got into town and found some elastic bandages and a large jacket.


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"That particular piece is worth, quite a bit. Took it from the Relecoix mansion itself. See the way it shines. Go ahead try it on, feel the way it weighs down on your body." People were always looking for a good deal on fur. Especially when the days foreboded a harsh winter to coincide with the lack of crops. Rowan was quite well renown around the smaller villages. She/he, did not generally charge an arm and a leg. Being well renown was never her intention, Rowan intended to stay on the down low. However during the last few years she began to get a bit more presumptuous in how much she came out into the open.

Of course she had been pronounced 'dead' a year ago. Rowan even went to her own funeral putting to rest the past hopefully for good. Maybe it was just about time she started heading down the right track, quite literally. Last week she had followed some old train trestles too rather large and flourishing village in need of some good fur jackets. Getting the jackets wasn't too difficult. It was getting a fair price for them that seemed to cause a bit of a ruckus. People here were shrewd, they certainly knew their stuff and wouldn't trade for as much as Rowan would have liked to have. Nevertheless she was able to con somebody out of a inn room for the winter. As well as a stable for her horse and winters worth of food. Once her inventory was gone it was all about relaxing.

Even though she had abandoned most of her past, she hadn't given up her very special talents. For the first time in a great while she chose a spot on a rock out in a jaded field between two pastures and began to doodle. Rowan always had to keep her hands moving, drawing something, playing the violin. Every string and pastel moved beneath her fingers almost mechanically. At the present moment her hands were nice and calloused. It was amazing the subtle changes people could make over the course of a few years. Rowan could rest assured knowing that she actually did something instead of sitting in a window like a pretty figurine. She had even adopted a boyish walk and talk.

A vague blur of hues and shades painted the western sky. Sunsets were a paradox of simplistic beauty. Their patterns whether faded or clouded were always majestically different and gorgeous. Old Rowan had never understood the reason why people sat and watched the sun set. The end of the day always pissed her off, made her twice as hostile as she had been before. New Rowan still didn't understand the sunset epidemic. Yet she could tolerate traversing from the field towards the town brewery.
 
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Ronin
Ronin gritted his teeth, he had been seperated from Rowan because he had let his guard down. He had flung himself to the ground as the first motav cocktail was thrown, his attempts at diverting the attention of those people whom seemed to want blood was proving futile. For a moment, he was out of breath, panting flat on the ground. Cocking his head to the side, his eyes went in the direction of the cellar where he had left her, his eyes widening as he saw flames burning away, as he watched on as he thought he saw a figure through the smoke, which vanished in a second. He brushed the thought away, struggling to rise up to his feet. Suddenly he was surrounded by what looked like to be the officials around here, his vision started to blur as he felt his body go limp.

Immediately he awoke pespiration covering his body, looking around in an effort to see whether he was once again in prison. That same damn dream he thought of what happened in the last ten years, the only one whom he had to blame died in that fire. His reputation had gone down the drain since the word on the street was that he killed Rown and betrayed her family. Even though the officials had to release him since they did not have enough evidence, spending years in prison stuck like mud to his name.

If only she had not treated him like he was some incompentant individual whom did not know how to do anything right. He did have his fair share of snobbish rich people he had to escort, yet some how she was on a class of her own and her life long goal seemed to mock him in every way possible. Had she not been tied up surely he thought, they would have reached their destination ahead of time avoided the ambush and he would have been paid. But she decided to annoy him to the extent where he had to treat her as a hostage rather then one whom was being escorted.

Pushing these ill thoughts from his mind, he let out a soft sigh, gathering himself up to sit on the bed, his eyes immediately running over the fishes he had managed to catch today. Winter was coming and he was very much in need of some clothes to keep himself warm. Packing the various fish into a bag, he slung it over his shoulder and headed out the door of the hut he had been reduced to live in. Heading towards the market he decided to keep his mind in the present, the past seemed to revolve around his hatred for just one person whom was dead. Atleast that bitch was dead he thought with a small smile.

As he entered the market it was filled with the stentch of rotting flesh. He had finally started to get used to it, after all he had no real choice after losing his whole fortune to getting out of prison. His dark hazel eyes wandered over to what seemed to be a boy, whom was selling fur. For a moment he blinked his eyes sensing something familiar about the person, he could not place his finger on it. Walking over to the boy, he dropped his bag infront of him.

"How goes your day? Sell much lately?"

He asked him, rather intrigued to find more regarding this boy and why he was so familiar.
 
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Selling the last bits of fur took a great amount of effort. Especially in villages where other traders had already come through peddling their wares for twice the cost. Next year however, around this time, people would wait for her, because they would hear around the grapevine that she sold a great amount cheaper then her competitors. Eventually the people would become familiar too her and start trusting others less and less. Once they had surpassed that bond of friendship she would be able to jack up her prices. Providing that nobody else came through selling furs for half the value of what she was selling them for. "Lovely day indeed."

It was getting late and the day had indeed been lovely. Possibly the loveliest of lovely days Rowan had seen in a great while. "Got some stuff left, mostly bits and pieces. You don't look too hefty I could fashion you a jacket and possibly boot linings from the bear fur I have left. Should keep you nice and warm during the long winter months." She didn't remember him, not one iota. Despite all her changes, she still had a classy sound to her voice. Heavenly in the way she seemed to carrying herself above humanity. Now, she was tilting her head downwards, a dark silhouette masking her delicate features.

After tugging off her hat and tossing it into the cart she leaned over and retrieved a large ivory colored hide, slinging it over one shoulder. "I do have this beauty." It was dark in places, soft in texture but heavy enough to severely weight down the boyish young woman. "Wolf pelt makes an excellent blanket. Threading it together to make you a nice fur outfit wouldn't be too difficult. This is the last of it so I could probably let you have take it all for a fair price, including the time it takes to sew it all together." For the first time she looked up at him, a man eating grin on her face. It took a lot of savvy to kill something bigger then herself, especially when she looked neither strong nor tall.

After sizing him up she tossed the fur back into the cart, put her hat back on after ruffling a few scraggly bangs, then leaned back against the metal trailer. "You look like a local. I met most of the town just recently so I am curious as to where you live and why we haven't yet been formally introduced." It had always been like her to be so very questioning. Holding out her hand she attempted to greet this man with a great deal of friendliness. "The Name is Rowan." She had changed her name so many times over the last few years, circulating various male names to see what kind of reaction she got from people. So far, her old name seemed to be the most believable. Then again she didn't quite know the chaos she had caused, and that some people still held grudges. Rowan especially did not think that she would ever meet him again. In fact her past was a foggy cloud of which she tucked into the furthest pocket of her memory. She had no idea who he was.
 
"Hmm.... I see, the fur does look quite fine and warm." Ronin said but was more taken back when the young man had told him his name, Rowen. It had to be a coincidence he thought for him to carry the same name as the girl whom ruined his life. But now Ronin was interested to find out more about this man. Opening the bag he took out some of the fish which he had inside. He had to save the others to trade for other items as well. The mackarels he had take out were almost the size of his hand, he had basically gone out to the sea and got them. They were hard to find but he would spend days on end fishing for them.

"I wonder if this will do?" He asked the young man, with a small grin spreading across his lips as his dark hazel eyes once more gazed directly at the fur trader, almost expecting for the man to come out and reveal something about himself. Ronin was disturbed at how he could not tell who it was and yet his instincts told him this was some one he knew quite well.

"That is true, you should join me at the local tavern and let me buy you a drink. My name is Ronin." He said with a small smile. His mind seemed to keep replaying the past, for some reason this man seemed to trigger the past, perhaps I met him back then Ronin thought, gathering his bag up. Places an arm around the young man's shoulder, "Well, Rowen there is no better way to get to know some one then with some Ale, am I right?"

Ronin began to lead Rowen towards the only building that stood up, it was quite a shabby place. The people inside smelt fouler then even the market place. The worst of scum would gather around here, stopping at the counter, Ronin gave the tender whom was cleaning a small glass a toothy grin. They had known each other and the tender knew Ronin from back in the days of him being a body guard. "Give us the best you got! This here is a new comer I want him to have the time of his life." Ronin let out a hearty laugh as the large man, returned his smile before pouring two drinks and placing them infront of them. "Well, cheers to new friendships." Ronin half said, half shouted before swallowing the glass down in one gulp. "We need a lot more." Ronin said, turning to face Rowen, he asked. "So tell me more about yourself, Rowen?"
 
"Wow! Real fish!" Fishing wasn't exactly an easy job this time of year. People who went fishing had a heck of a time braving mother nature. The job Rowan had chose was not exactly easy. But she had a talented tutor and small hands to be able to make nice clean cuts. She enjoyed the motions, hunting with arrows and not guns made it all the better. There was something about guns that just made it feel like she had the unfair advantage. "I haven't had real fish in...Well lets just say it has been a while." Fish wasn't something the common people got to eat. Fish was royal food. Rowan was impressed to say the least.

"A drink?" 'Dragon's Piss' or so the common ale was called. It was potent to say the least, definitely enough to knock a good sized man onto his asshole. Even Rowan, with her quick metabolism, couldn't stomach too much. So she had to second guess the gut rot idea. Taking a look over of her friend once again. Bad things happened to girly men who went into bars without friends to lead them to safety. Once she had decided that this guy didn't look too sleazy she nodded. "Yeah sure." Sticking two fingers in her mouth she whistled too the open air and from a crevice of the forgotten city barreled an incredibly large, white mutt. He looked wolf enough to scare away possible thieves. "Alright, you stay here." He jumped into the cart and buried himself beneath the dark furs as Rowan bounded off in the opposite direction with her new friend.

Located down a street that seem to be inns, was half of a Kinkos. All manner of men poured in and out of the doors, sparking conversation about the weather, and jawing about who was right and who was wrong. It was definitely a bar. Tavern whores or 'winter bed warmers' as they were often times called, slicked from one man too the next searching for a bit of free booze and trade-able items. Most of them were scantily clothed, making Rowan wonder if that would have not been her outcome should she have chosen a different path.

They walked inside, Rowan dodging bodies, hands, and drinks, then took a seat atop large red bar stools. "Cheers to new friends, cheers to new adventures." Despite the fact that it burned like the hell fires of the seventh astral gate, she chugged a little over half, lazily letting the alcohol take effect and her hand rest in her lap. "More about myself. Well I was born out west, just past the pillory of defiance. Sold to a fur trader who died during a thunderstorm. Traveled, met some fine people such as yourself, met some fine women, and wandered in this direction." Rowan wasn't really into women, in fact she hadn't even glanced at the big breasted, sharp glaring female patrons. But instead downed the rest of her drink and hoped to god he bought her vague answer. "So what about you? Got any tales to tell? I can see you got some wild scars."
 
He found it quite strange that Rowen was talking about fish as if the young man had eaten some before, normally people would just trade this fish with rich people for lots of items. He shook his head thinking that perhaps Rowan had once dined with a rich family since fur traders were known to wine and dine with the more fortunate bunch of people whom only traded with the best of items.

Ronin followed right behind Rowen quite intrigued by how the young fellow was doing things. A lot of things which Rowen said seemed to sound legitimate. Ronin noticed how Rowen seemed to avoid looking at the big-breasted woman. "Aargh me I've been unlucky from birth, been a fisherman all my life...." With that he chugged down another glass, signalling for another. For him ale was similar to water and to make sure he did not get drunk the tender always made sure his ale was mixed with other liquids to make it less intoxicating. The rest was just all good acting on behalf of Ronin.

Ronin let out another loud chuckle before pushing Rowen right into a bunch of busty women whom seemed to be eyeing the young man. " No need to be shy, lad. There are fine ladies here too." Ronin now was chiming a tune, at the same time, carefully watching Rowen's movements, now very suspicious of the man, whom seemt to be hiding some kind of secret.

"You will be sleeping at my house, my friend and I won't have any complaints, another drink for my good friend."

Ronin panted out, now just about dancing near the counter. Smiling over at Rowen, as he watched on the busty women were taking quite a big interest in Rowen, they were taking turns in playfully poking at him when suddenly one of them whispered something to the other and they took off. Hmm... something strange was definitely going on, now Ronin was definitely sure.
 
This guy was drinking ale faster then Rowan could keep up. She tried to stay a bit more stationary in her seat, knowing that eventually, (like most evenings around the campfire) she would tip over. If nobody helped her onto her feet she would just lay there and enjoy the buzz then fall asleep not too soon after wherever she fell. She decided to take it slow halfway through the second glass. Maybe this guy would just accept the fact that Rowan looked young and might not know how to take her alcohol. To put it simply, she was already tipsy. "I wish I was ballsy enough to go out on the open ocean. Wouldn't mind the reprieve from dry land." There was a definite slur to her voice, as she tried to hold down her syllables and not sound too much like a female.

When she was given a shove in the general direction of three giggling females, falling directly into a nice set of breast she couldn't help but blush and take a step back. "I'm sorry mam'." Normally men in bars didn't apologize for such behavior, in fact, these days it was a compliment. But Rowan was raised to be a bit more conservative and didn't quite know what to do. This was getting bad. Nevertheless she climbed back up in her seat and forced a dopey smile, while the women crowded around and cooed over her hat, her hair, her cute little clothes. And then they left without saying another word.

Women knew when they were around other women, maybe it was instinct or smell. But somehow, Rowan knew they knew. "Sleeping at your house?" Rowan could just barely comprehend what the fisherman was saying. "Are you sure?" It wasn't good to go home with anybody in this condition. Rowan would have preferred to curl up in a tent and sleep it off for a few days. "I don't want to pester.." With a bit of curve to his normally slouched stature she lay her head on the counter top and sighed.

When she was offered another sip she took it with another forced smile and sipped. There was no longer any taste to the beverage it was just, warm. And then it all hit her, bile rose up in the back of her throat and she took a dainty but quick step away from the bar. It was just her luck that she wasn't watching where she was going and ran into a fairly large man who didn't look happy that Rowan had just spilled a good amount of alcohol onto his nice jacket. "I'm sorry." He clenched his fists and readied to punch, Rowan held her beer glass up in front of her face, and ducked down just out of the man's reach. He ended up the glass, shattering it and getting a great many small pieces stuck in his fists. The glass should have been knocked completely out of her hands but she managed to hold onto the handle only getting minor pieces caught in her left palm. Before he could get more angry then he already was she ducked between the crowd and slipped outside. Now she was caught in a complete unfiltered ale daze, unable to tell whether she was going to puke or fall over. Leaning against the outside of the bar she waited hoping the moment would pass, and soon.
 
From the way Rowen had started to mumble on, the young man did sound like he was reaching his limit, Ronin thought to himself, with a grin. Careful not to show how carefully he was observing Rowen, starting to tap dance, acting as if he had already reached his limit all the while keeping a small distance between himself and Rowen. He had decided while Rowen was knocked out he would investigate him a bit, now that he thought about it Rowen's body was quite covered in clothes as if trying to hide something.

As Rowen started to move away from the bar Ronin followed right behind him. When Rowen slammed right into quite a large man, spilling the contents on to his tshirt, Ronin got ready to intervene. Then Rowen's movements instantly changed, Ronin noticed how agile Rowen was almost like some of the female's he had encountered in his bodyguard line of work. But this was the first time Ronin had seen a man so agile, pushing his way through the crowd as Rowen slipped out.

He found Rowen barely able to hold himself together. "You must not be used to our liquor, have no fear I shall help you to my house." With that he placed an arm beneath Rowen's legs another behind his back lifting him off his feet. He started humming to himself as he made his way out of the market, the cool breeze of the night sending shivers through his body. "Your quite lucky lad, this 'ere is not the kind of place you want to spend the night in the streets, especially with them wolves about." He said, his tone somewhat gruff.

Upon reaching the hut which he called a home, he gently placed Rowen on the bed, Ronin felt quite wierd he had noticed how soft Rowen's body felt, but all his life he had only been attracted to females, what was wrong with him. For a moment he thought about this before he remembered what he had actually brought Rowen here for. Using some sheets he tied Rowen's hands and legs to the four poles of the bed. Okay, let's see if you are who you say you are, Ronin thought to himself, undoing the buttons of Rowen's shirt, if he was wrong, Ronin decided to release the young man and pretend as if nothing had happened.

His eyes widened and he gritted his teeth as he saw what was hidden beneath the clothes, white elastic bandages. So, this is why he had found Rowen so familiar, it was that bloody snobbish girl, whom had ruined his life. For a brief moment, he thought of his options on one hand he could hand her over to the ones whom were trying to kill her or return her to her family, getting a large reward either way. He shook his head, no no death was too easy of a punishment for her, he wanted her to suffer just like he had all through his life. The torture he had gone through in prison.

"Wakey wakey, princess. Don't tell me you already forgot about me the one, whom was payed to look after you."

Ronin whispered with a sly grin, patting her on the cheek, before slapping her hard on the face. He rubbed his hands together before beginning to tear off her clothes piece by piece.

"Selling fur, that's a nice trade you got there, well if you don't mind I ll take all that fur off you, since your all tied up."

Ronin said with a loud chuckle before he took out a knife. The steel tip was glistening, it was the only item he had managed recover from all the weapons which were seized by the authorities.

"You have 10 seconds to tell me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you, whore."
 
Rowan couldn't quite digest his surroundings when she was finally lifted up off the ground and into a set of two strong arms. "Let me down I can walk." Her voice was barely a mumble, gripping the front of his shirt like she was ready to throw down even though she couldn't hold her head up straight. "Wolves? I'm not afraid of wolves." But she was already half asleep, going limp in his arms. The rest of the walk was a hazy blur of sounds, and sights. Every now and again Rowan would awake and whine something about wanting to go back, struggle pathetically and then pass out once again.

She didn't feel him set her down on the bed, or bind her hands and feet too the posts. Neither did she feel the tugging sensation on her clothes or the first few light slaps. But when he put some effort into jarring her awake, her eyes shot open. If it wasn't for the ties she would have sat straight up in bed. The situation wasn't clearly registering. Rowan looked up at the man, but still couldn't quite remember. Under the careful care of alcohol she was lucky to remember her own name. And this man had obviously taken her home thinking she was a young lad and gotten quite angry to find she was a woman in disguise. Or was he.. Why was the whir of familiarity suddenly coursing it's way through her synapses.

"Let me go." And in the current state she wasn't going to be sliding her little hands through one of these binds, especially with him staring at her. "Paid to look.." For a few brief moments her jaw dropped open and she looked up at the ceiling a little grin plastered over the honey blushed cheeks. But this grin was not meant to be menacing, or egotistical. It was simply a smile of utter shock and complete disbelief. Rowan hadn't actually went looking to see what had happened to this man when she took off. She just figured like most semi-intellectual people he would run just as she had done, as far away from the cities as humanly possible.

"Kill me?" Her voice echoed utter disbelief and for a great long while she struggled to try and get free, suddenly noticing the glinting steal that was so close to her soft pink flesh. "No. Don't" Since she had never been one for begging she finally resigned herself from pulling on the sheets which seemed to only make them grow tighter. "Isn't it funny how we keep ending up in these kinds of situations." Maybe it was just adding insult to injury but Rowan wasn't quite certain why he was suddenly vengeful against her of all people. "Go ahead kill me. I have secrets to keep. It would be dangerous for you to keep me around. Lest I get the fancy to cut out your tongue while you sleep." Now she was quite confused, jabbering real slow, trying to decide whether to talk like female Rowan or Male Rowan, and trying to act big and bad though she was half this man's size and tied to bed posts. Really she didn't have the stomach to hurt anybody. All bark and only a little bite.
 
Ronin could not help but laugh almost like a maniac, panting for a minute he adjusted his knife begin to carve his name just over her smooth soft skin close to her shoulder blade, just above her breast. As the crimson substance poured out he made sure the process was slow just to make it more painful. So she thought he was going to bring her a quick death, she was so naive he thought. He made sure to itch his name right into her skin, taking a few steps he allowed the wound to dry itself, admiring his work.

"I've decided instead of handing you over to your enemies or to your family, to keep you all to myself. You will enjoy your stay I promise you, now you know whom you belong to, it's time to actually start the punishment for all you have done. You do have such beautiful skin, my little slut."

He said with a toothy grin, he decided she was not fit to be called by her name. He reached over, using his knife to cut down the pants she wore along with everything else. Laying the knife on the floor, he reached over to grab a black whip with small spikes sticking it out on the end. Stretches the ends before cracking it against a barrel leaving marks.

"I wonder how you really scream."

He said without any further hesitation he cracked it against her belly, then began randomly slashing different parts of her body careful to hit her breasts as well as her inner thighs and even her crotch. Leaving bruises where ever the whip had licked.
 
In the next few moments to come she was glad she was almost nearly dislocated from her body. Had he not got pushed upon her, a drunken stupor she might indeed be feeling this more then she was feeling it now. But he hadn't given her morphine and this definitely wasn't a thrill ride. If this was her last thrill she definitely wasn't going to go out the wuss she came in. Clenching her jaw and closing her eyes, she didn't make a sound while the tip of the steel blade tore her skin bit by bit. A great many things ran through her head, the most prominent being that she was glad she decided not to skin the animals alive.

"All I've done?" After the blood had stopped dripping, coagulated around the edges of the wound she managed to speak. And then it occurred to her that maybe he did go back. But before she could form a coherent jumble of random thoughts she felt him slip the blade between the top of her pants and slice downwards. This time she did flinch, thinking for the briefest moment that he was going to go back on his promise 'not' to kill her and simply skewer her then and there. He was obviously crazy enough.

The whip hitting the barrel made an awfully tasteless noise, cracking away bits and pieces. What a sobering experience. She hadn't prepared herself for the first few blows. As the end of the whip stitched her stomach she cried out. Now she was trembling, as the whip crawled across her skin, meeting most sensitive areas. Tears spilled over her cheeks falling onto the mattress below. Logic was not prominent in a situation such as this one but once she realized he had a pattern to his thrashing, and that he wasn't going over the same places twice she got over the utter fear of being whipped and stayed silent.

And he was definitely not swinging the whip full force. If it could rip bits of wood off of a barrel then her skin should be in shreds. But it wasn't. Granted she would have some nice long bruises, maybe even a few burns where the whip had wrapped and slid. Rowan was wide awake now. Whatever struggling droplets of alcohol that managed to still stay in her bloodstream after the little branding incident, dissipated rather quickly. Maybe she could wait it out, make one grand escape after he was finished doing whatever it was he was going to do. He couldn't just sit here day in and day. There was his current livelihood to uphold. At the very least she could dislocate from the situation and hoped that it would ease this new and irrational aching in the muscles that had suffered beneath the whip.
 
Ronin noticed with each lash that she would grow quieter, almost as if trying to block out the torture that was going on, so the bitch thought he was going to eventually get sick of her and release her or that she would manage to escape, the sudden thought, brought out more anger his blood boiled as he turned the whip around placing the handle of it against her sex. He was going to make sure she remembered this and was going to take any kind of innocence she ever held. Suddenly drilling it inside, forcefully. Ignoring her screams, he reached over to take a small pin which he used to put things to dry with and squeezed it around her nipple, watching it slowly turn red.

"Quite the body you had, my little bitch, seems like you haven't really had any time to satisfy yourself, must be frustrating trying to be a man. But don't worry I shall help you with my expertise."

He said, with a light chuckle, continuing now thrusting the hard handle of his black whip in and out. Ronin, himself too was getting quite turned on, but he wanted to first turn her into his slut, he could torture when he felt like and would use, always ready for more and throw away like garbage. He started to notice that even through all that pain she had received, her body was reacting in the most natural way suddenly he stopped moving the whip. He pushed down the pants he had been wearing to take out his hard, throbbing member and began to quickly stroke it. When his precum coated his fingertips, he used her lips as his wipe. With each stroke, he felt his balls churn as he felt himself on the verge of cumming. With one loud groan, his body suddenly went ridged for a moment as hot ropes of his cum spurted out, painting her now scarred body with his sperm.

"Now you look quite beautiful, my pretty slut."

He said with a loud chuckle.
 
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