Spencer listened to her moans with increasing pleasure as his tongue continued to work its way across her ever moistening slit. His hands made their way up her sides, fingertips raking across the tattered remnants of her top as he searched for her swollen breasts. Once he had found them he gripped them with a lustful ferocity, twisting her aching nipples to further increase the deluge of sensations that would course throughout her being. She had called this torture, but Wyonna didn't even comprehend the meaning of the word yet.<br/><br/>Pulling himself back from between her legs he wiped his face with the back of his hand and commanded the chains to face her downwards, suspending her in the air a few feet from the floor. Her arms and legs were spread painfully apart from her body as he gripped the back of her shirt in both hands. "You mock my giving nature young witch," he said with a growl, "so let's see how you like it when I'm not so kind." Pulling harshly he tore open the article of clothing with little effort revealing her bare back. He grabbed hold of the bra strap that marred his perfect view of her exposed flesh and ripped it away, reveling in the sickening way the shoulder straps snapped free from their places as he did so.<br/><br/>He reached down and undid the belt from her throat and doubled it over in his hands. Snapping it against his own open palm so that she could hear his intentions he began to run it along her spine, letting the cool leather excite her nerves even more. This was what he had prepared her for all along, for he knew that once she had a taste of the pleasures he could offer her body would be that much more receptive to the pain he could inflict. He stepped between her legs and grazed the head of his cock against her precious opening to hint to her that his work was very nearly completed, but he had other things in mind first.<br/><br/>Raising the belt high above her he brought it down swiftly across her shoulder blades, then the center and small of her back. Over and over he struck her with diabolic force leaving reddening welts across her skin with each blow, never hitting the same place twice. "Do you still wish to avoid my rewards?" His tone was malice in its purest form as he continued to beat her without mercy. She could cry out if she so chose, but whether he would stop his assault was entirely his choice now. Soon their contract would be bound in blood and lust, but he had one final act of damnation to inflict on her tarnished soul. Gripping her hips in both hands he drove himself deep inside of her with a savage grunt, and he knew that with each and every thrust her eyes would begin to return to their former use...