<strong>Balthazar</strong><br/><br/>He grinned, long years had left him hungry for pleasures such as these.  He felt her growing wet, easing his use of her sex.  "Mmm... your cunt is getting rather wet my little slut.  I think you like being my plaything.  I think you will soon be screaming and begging like a common whore."<br/><br/>His fingers moved, one reaching up to tease her hard nipples moving from one to the other to pinch and rub them.  The other eased between their bodies to find the focal point of her pleasure and rub that sensative pearl as he worked steadily in and out of her.<br/><br/><strong>Darius</strong><br/><br/>"But... um... It's nothing quite like the altar.  Just a few... ah... perverse tools..."<br/><br/>His stammering trailed off as he moved to allow her to see that the wardrobe did contain several sets of robes and clothing for Balthazar, and that it also contained several instruments along the sides and back.  A pair of short braided whips, a riding crop, a wide leather strap, a few canes of differing lengths and stiffness, a soft tailed cat of nine and beside it a scourge, metal chains set with cruelly barbed hooks.  At the bottom, small clothes lay neatly folded beside a collection of belts and coiled silk robes.  A small rack of neatly arrainged false cocks sat at the back, ranging from one as small as Aurora's own finger to another that seemed more suited to a stallion than any man.