Pain was becoming just another sensation, just another part of Siva's humiliation of Rasha while his wriggling thumb desecrated her tight anal passage. Her cheeks burned in shame and anger as he pointed out the hypocrisy in her pleading, oh how Rasha would make the paladin scream if she ever turned the tables on him. She bit down harshly on her lower lip, despite her great discomfort and pain, sparks of pleasure were making her body react to his cruel touch. Her velvet tunnel clenching around his finger, and despite the girth of his digit, her juices acting as lube were making things quite pleasurable, shamefully so. It did not take away the pain in her ass, but it made it hard for the Satyxis to suppress the soft moans rising from her lips.<br/><br/>Rasha cringes and turns away from his touch when he lets go of her horns, and caresses her face instead, even wagering a bite at those plated fingers while he spoke, not that her teeth could even leave an impression on the steel. She whimpered again when his cold hands mauled her breasts, squeezing and pinching the soft flesh. Even Siva's armour, those full orbs filled his hands. No doubt the Satyxis had to use a binder to fight comfortably. Then again, the Satyxis had a love for corsets that pushed up, constrained and showed off their cleavage. The wisdom of the glaring vulnerability of a boob window could easily be called into question, but it helped spread the legends of the warrior women in seaside taverns and inns. That Siva now had one of the Satyxis in chains would make him the envy of many a sailor.<br/><br/>Not really seeing the benevolence and greatness of an order that was supposedly born from love and care when she was being raped by one of it's followers, Rasha scoffed at Siva while trying to shut out the pleasure and pain. His laughter making her heart sink as he mocked her. Hands clenching tightly into fists, her nails digging into her flesh and drawing blood as he called her nothing more than an animal. Her shoulders slumped while she surrendered herself for now to this torture. She had no more words for him, no more angry threats or quiet pleading while her tears stained the wood beneath her, gently rolling down her cheeks as he cruelly fingered her, making her breath quicken as her body betrayed Rasha, pleasure slowly mounting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>