<span style="color: red">"Leave them alone?"</span>He mimicked her plea, a cruel, derisive sneer curling up one of his lips. There was a soft whistle of leather cutting through air, before it turned into a loud crack of leather on bare skin. His voice might have started softly questioning, but it swiftly rose into that dominant, forceful near-shout that cut through her protests while he reeled the whip back up into his hands. His face was a mask of rage, though there was that sparkle of glee in his green eyes.<span style="color: red">"You don't tell me what to do -ever-, you pathetic, snivelling whore! You are a slave! A slut! A fucking -nothing-, good for fucking when I'm horny, and beating when I'm angry."</span>He spat on her, a thick wave of saliva spinning through the air before it landed wetly on her nose, only to spatter across much of the rest of her face.<span style="color: red"> "That is you -life- here, fucking and being beaten. And the best of it is that you'll love it. Your filthy kind always do."</span><br/><br/>He turned away from her with a final sneer, and ran the rough length of his whip between his near-clenched hand. But then his body locked up, when he heard the soft twin-clicks of her hooves knocking the floor and her soft, involuntary groan as she bid her legs work hard enough to lift her to her feed. He wheeled around in place.<b>"Let us go."</b>She said, in a suitably shaking but not *nearly* submissive enough voice. Here she was, standing -and- giving him orders?<br/><br/>There was none of his occasional elegance about his next motion. Even his lashes made clean, arcing s-shapes in the air, and he was certainly a graceful fellow... But it was hard even for Falithas to make a fist to the gut of an already-wobbly slave look delicate. His hand winded her, and made her double over whether she liked it or not and - even if she somehow kept her feet - he had time to wander off and collect a few little tricks from the various drawers scattered around the room, while preaching more of his self-worshiping bile to her ringing ears.<span style="color: red"> "If you won't find your place, you're going to suffer a great deal at my hands. I am, I'm sure you can tell, quite willing to use force on an animal such as yourself. You - your kind - deserve nothing else. Besides which, your little resistance won't stop me pounding my satisfaction into you."</span>He was returning to her back now, his hands clutching a pair of cuffs and a ring gag.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>