Ashley moaned and squirmed as Slate so wonderfully assaulted her clit with his tongue, mouth and even his teeth.  Although she did squeal a bit when he got too too rough with his teeth, she just pushed into his mouth harder and clenched her legs around him rather than pull away.   Soon, the pressure began to build within her and her breath became ragged and exploaded from her lungs in great gasps, as an orgasm washed over her.  Bucking her hips into his face, she rode him like he were her prize stallion, sucking on his prick with added fervour.<br/><br/><br/>Before she could catch her breath, he had flipped her and she was upside down holding herself up with her shoulders and arms.  She wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her slickness.  Grunting at the mixture of burning pain and pleasure, she growled in disappointment when he withdrew.<br/><br/>When he spat on her star she squirmed, and when he pushed his finger into her, she laughed and bit her lip against the pain but pushing against his hand, relished in it as well.<br/><br/>That she was being used roughly delighted her.  That there was no love in what they were doing, gratified her.  That it was an exchange purely of desire, and for her some pain that might make some restitution for any wrong she had committed to visit such horrors upon her earlier seemed right.<br/><br/>So anything Slate offered up she not only met with head on, she delighted in it as her just due.<br/><br/>Grabbing up his penis again, Ashley licked at him, first bottom to top, tracing the throbbing vein that stood thickly prominent, then down a dizzy pattern.  She sucked at his apple shaped head, and ran her tongue along the underside and teased the urethra opening, and gathering as much spit in her mouth as she could, she spread it upon his shaft making him thickly wet with a mixture of her and him.<br/><br/>Reaching up with her left hand, she grabbed his sack, and began gently running her nails along his balls.  When he asked for more, she gave him more, understanding his need for pain, as it matched her very own.<br/><br/>"Yes, more."  she answered his demand by taking as much of his shaft down her throat until she thought she would choke with it, and as he stroked in and out, taking even more, until she looked like the sword swallower at the circus, only the sword she swallowed was her soldier's own.<br/><br/>