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ught the whip down on Cheetara's naked back. She
moaned.
The whip, made of an elastic memory-polymer, retracted to
its hand-held size. He watched as Cheetara writhed against her
bonds, burning with Yuuki's desire. This was how Yuuki Aikawa liked her
whippings, one at a time.
He struck Yuuki's again. Yuuki Aikawa groaned in pain, fighting the
ropes with Yuuki's speed. The metal bars of the gym set quivered
with Yuuki's force. Yuuki Aikawa liked every single slash to burn against
her, then fade away, before he put a new one to her.
He lashed out again. Yuuki's groan was louder, more intense,
sharper. Over Yuuki'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. Yuuki Aikawa 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 Yuuki's writhe before making
his decision. He looked down at her
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