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a writhed against her
bonds, burning with Honoka's desire. This was how Honoka Asami liked her
whippings, one at a time.
He struck Honoka's again. Honoka Asami groaned in pain, fighting the
ropes with Honoka's speed. The metal bars of the gym set quivered
with Honoka's force. Honoka Asami liked every single slash to burn against
her, then fade away, before he put a new one to her.
He lashed out again. Honoka's groan was louder, more intense,
sharper. Over Honoka's shoulder he could see Panthro watching them
intently, a small smile on his face, his huge penis, erect and
obvious out of it's sheath, the purple head almost as fascinating
to him as Cheetara's writhing.
He struck again. Honoka Asami screamed, a soft and silent scream.
When the whip retracted he sniffed at it, checking for blood.
The last thing he wanted to do was draw blood, at least for now.
There was none, and he smiled, watching Honoka's writhe before making
his decision. He looked down at Honoka's firm and well-rounded ass.
The whip fell again.
The Lord of the Thundercats turned restlessly in his bed.
Although Liono knew that Tigra had soundproofed the gymnasium as
much as possible, his Thunderan ears could easily hear the sounds
of the activity downstairs, even throu
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