<strong>Mordecai _ Punishing Madeline before visiting Emma</strong><br/><br/>Madeline started to scream. It pleased him. He wanted her to feel every moment of anguish and pain she had cause him in the few hours since her arrival. The lines were stinging red across her back, down her ass cheeks, and the back of her thighs.<br/><br/>Mordecai smiled at her as he swung it in the air. Each snap across her flesh echoing in the room. Randomly drawing marks on her body. No pace. No rhythm. No way for her to prepare. To anticipate the next strike. To relax.<br/><br/>Painting the bite of the lashes so that it curled around her sides. Nipped her breasts. Colored her young melons with angry red accents. Her body glowed with the heat of his attention as he counted.<br/><br/>Mordecai stopped at that specific number. His sister thoroughly punished. He walked up behind her as she hung on the post. He opened his shirt and pulled his trousers down so she could feel his cool flesh against the fire on hers.<br/><br/>His voice a ragged hiss, his cock flag poled. He press against her tender heated body. Pushing her against the post. Rubbing against her so she could feel what she would be missing.<br/><br/>"Bad Madeline," Mordecai growled.<br/><br/>"I'm going to leave you hanging while I go fuck that bitch you brought me." He explained. "Then I'm coming back to you and put you in the cage by the bed for the night. Be a good girl and in the morning I'll fuck you and let you dress."<br/><br/>Mordecai grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he cupped her breast, "Fuck up again and I'll make this arrangement permanent.  I mean it Madeline. I'll use you just like the rest of them."<br/><br/>"Be my Madeline, and I'll give you everything I have. This has all been for you. All of it.... but you keep fucking it up. I can't have that Madeline. It's not cute any more."<br/><br/>Mordecai rocked against her. Sawing her cunt with his hard cock before he pulled away and tucked himself presentable again.<br/><br/>"I'll be back," Mordecai told her and closed the door behind him.<br/><br/>It locked. His room door locked.  He cleaned up his office and then locked that door. It wasn't until he was out of the house and on the way to the Hen House that he began to whistle softly.  He stopped off at Medical for a few things then went straight there. The Hen House. The hallway. Isolation room number four. The iron masked maiden on the floor.<br/><br/>Mordecai unlocked the door.  It groaned with anticipation.<br/><br/>"I'm back."<br/><br/>