The taste of both of them at once was something that Tamaska could only describe, perhaps ironically, as heavenly. She licked and kissed, sucked and slurped at their flesh and every taste only made her hand more faster against her dripping nethers. When Bahiyya shrieked out her pleasure the troll priestess moaned and gasped as her hot nectar splashed forcefully into her mouth and across pretty face. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensations, orally servicing them both all the while as her fingers slipped into her own soaked sex. She was started to shake and delicious tingles arced through her body as she got closer to her release only to open her eyes at Emberspike's happy tone that he had caught her. She looked up at him past the succubus' still shaking, sexy body to meet his gaze and her hand fell away from between her legs.<br/><br/>She was about to plead her case when Bahiyya agreed to his early plan and Emberspike gingerly set the succubus on her feet. With one on either side of her, both looking down at her Tamaska felt frightened again. At the same time, on her knees, she was waist height with both of them and the scent of sex was overpowering and even with her impending punishment already she almost started to touch herself again. She cowered as Bahiyya dropped to her knees and repositioned her while Emberspike walked away. She did not know what to expect and whined softly as her wrists were collected into the succubus' tight grip. To further tease the troll, Tamaska was forced to watch to succubus touch herself. The still very innocent troll cringed and pouted at being called a bad girl and nodded, she knew that she should have obeyed. On the other hand though, she suspected that they were well aware that she would not be able to resist that. She had a feeling that the point was that she get punished. She was blushing at being called kitten, finding that name to her liking..<br/><br/>Then her eyes focused on the implement in Emberspike's hand. Suddenly she was not blushing anymore. In fact, the color drained from her face, leaving her pale and obviously very scared. She had only seen a whip like that once and the punishment it doled out had been extreme but she did not realize the one in Emberspike's hand was different, designed for pain but not disfigurement. Wide, fearful eyes stared up at Bahiyya as the succubus described, almost eagerly what she was going to endure. "Please Mistress Bahiyya, I am sorry that i disobeyed, please do not do this please."<br/><br/>The sweet young troll could hear the whip uncoiling and her whole body tensed. Emberspike's voice sounded like thunder in the silence of the room. Tamaska opened her mouth to answer the question but the air exploded from her in a noise of shock and pain as the lash cracked sharply across her back. She stared up into Bahiyya's grinning face, clearly loving the infliction of pain as much as that of pleasure. Tamaska knew that had not been as hard a lash as the whip could deliver but still she could feel the purple welt raising against her skin and the tears trickling over her cheeks. When the succubus' lips wrapped around her nipple and her tongue caressed, Tamaska arched her back, aggravating the wound there and keeping her breathless. Again a question was asked and again before her answer could be heard the whip lashed out, driving the air from her again.<br/><br/>She felt helpless to stop any of it so she just knelt there trembling with tears trickling over her skin squirming under the conflicting sensations of the lash and the wonderful, attentive mouth of the succubus. She felt like she might faint as pain warred with pleasure in her mind, leaving her feeling weak, confused, sore and even more aroused. The priestess jumped with a surprised squeak as Emberspike gently landed the whip on her shoulder. With it touching her skin she trembled uncontrollably, unable to master her fear of the simple device. The thought that what had just happened was Emberspike being lenient in his punishment forced a small whimper from Tamaska's throat as did the thoughts of the pleasures they could visit upon her body.<br/><br/>Tamaska hissed as the end of the bullwhip slithered over her back, teasing along her abused flesh. Her perspiration made the welted skin sting all the more but the feeling of the skilled mouth on her breast took the edge off of the throbbing ache. As that superb mouth left her nipple she stared into Bahiyya's lustful and attentive gaze. for a moment the priestess seemed to struggle with what to say and then the words just came pouring forth.<span style="color: indigo">"Please Master Emberspike, Mistress Bahiyya, please give me more, please i need to feel you both so badly. I'm sorry for being a bad girl but i could not stop myself. Please forgive my failings. I want to be good for you. i want to be your good little whore, your..." </span>she struggled to remember the term she had heard used earlier.<span style="color: indigo">" fucktoy!"</span>She blurted out finally.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Please, i will do anything i can to please you. I-i'll even feel the lash again if it brings you pleasure. Just please don't deny me!" </span>She was silently praying that they took it as a sign of her conviction and did not take her up on the offer. By the way she was very obviously staring at the whip, they both knew she feared it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>