<em>Wicked Valen, make me beg, indeed.</em>Victoria didn't mind indulging him, that was the deal after all. "Val-en pl-ease stop. I b-beg of you. No more." Even though she was worn and tired, that little feather worked wonders over her sensative bud. Victoria needed a rest, if only to clean herself up, perhaps to get ready for another round. Perhaps she and Valen could get one of the slaves to come do some wicked task, and if she failed they'd come up with a fitting punishment.