Here she gets her first view of the imposing front gates of the local lair of scum and villany: Brass gates, thirty feet high, flanked by a pair of statues in the shape of well endowed and underdressed ifrit.  Black stone with spikes as far as the eye can see.  More gruesomely erotic statues at various places futher up...<br/><br/>Suddenly the air is torn by a piercing scream that chills her blood and sends a shudder up her spine.  What manner of unearthly spectre gives rise to such a noise?<br/><br/>****<br/><br/>The girl screams nicely as the fist-sized toy slides up inside her tightness, just as Mellisande brings the whip across her pert breasts.<br/><br/><strong>"Does that hurt, little one?"</strong><br/><br/>"Y-yes, Mistress!"<br/><br/><strong>"Do you want more?"</strong><br/><br/>"Please, no more...no..."<br/><br/>Another stroke of the whip, then another, fall across the young woman's body.<br/><br/>"MORE," she cries between sobs, writhing on the huge toy.  "OH!  Mercy, Mistress!  Mercy!  Mercy..."<br/><br/><strong>"Ride the toy until you come, little bitch puppy."  </strong>The whip snakes out to strike those perfect, sweet, sensitive little breasts again.<strong>"And come hard!  Then you may taste your Mistress!"</strong><br/><br/>"Thank you, my goddess..."  Weeping, the girl struggles to move fast enough to climax.<br/><br/>****<br/><br/>And another scream.  Great.  Just great.  This place is haunted!  Suddenly, the gates start to open, creaking ominously.  Nothing comes charging out...perhaps that's an invitation to step inside.  Unless, of course, Faridah wants to climb.