The men were quiet but for the sound of their hands stroking their rigid staffs, looking at the girl, glowing underneath Jozel. It was the kind of scene they all wanted, why any man strives for power, to see women looking up at them like that. It wasn't a doubt that the girl was entertaining this dilemma with real gravity, her new mind turning over the consequences, just to be able to please him, and honestly fearful of what his limb might do if she let it have free reign. Either disposition was flattering to Jozel, and the men jerked on in envy as her saintly body looked was obviously drawn and almost hypnotized by the limb that she also feared.<br/><br/>Jozel listened to her while the other men gargled in misery at what she said. Part of being a leader was making your subordinates jealous. He couldn't have their respect if he didn't have that, also. Jozel leaned forward to stroke her cute face with the belly of his cock, and then back, the hot caress from the boiling member a lewd display, appreciated by their audience. "Are you afraid of getting hurt so much?" voice sterner. Not disappointed but definitely not approving. She was fast becoming dear to him. Jozel believed in nurturing talent, and perhaps she could see a star of approval in the outskirts of his dark eyes when he looked at her. She was supposed to be a hostage and an example, but now she could have myriad other uses. Still, he shouldn't show favoritism.<br/><br/>Jozel reached down to grab her by her hair, and then used his other hand to hold his cock by its base. He pulled the thick part back and then slapped it against her cheek. It couldn't possibly cause any real harm, but her spoiled, untainted skin might feel it. His was an impressive tool, after all. He continued to beat her with the hard meat a few times, the last strike having the head of his member collide against her eye. That, nomatter how seasoned you were, would at lest smart, especially since the slit of his member deposited a pearl of precum on her eyeball.<br/><br/>"Being hurt can be good, Ana." he said and rested it back on her battered cheek. "Your body is for me now, isn't it? You should be happy if I ruin it. That means I have a use for it." he explained. It was already abundantly clear that she and her lack of experience was taking well to her new situation, new life. He was sure her romantic-minded womb had already set its sights on an activity it might not come intact from. Jozel wore a dark but welcoming expression above her.<br/><br/>"Let me show you." he said and gestured outward with his hand after letting go of his cock and her hair. He knew there'd be proof where he wanted it, he'd felt it when fingering her. "Sit back, part your cunt for me." She would have to let go and leave his cock to do this, and that was a shame, but he wouldn't be a man of control if he didn't know how to delay pleasure. "See?" he said and pointed at the glistening lower lips if she'd expose them. "That means that you want it. That means you want to be hurt, Ana."