The merchant, having made his purchase at the tavern bar approaches Ivy from behind. His chubby fingers stroke and squeeze the ripe globes of her bottom as he licks his fat lips in anticipation.<br/><br/><strong>"You girl!"</strong>The merchant barks to Nell as she squats in front of the former knight wiping her body clean.<strong>"I want you to pleasure the slut with your fingers and tongue. There's a silver coin in it for you each time I judge that you've made her spend herself."</strong><br/><br/>Nell looks up at what she still believes is her closest friend. The painful truth that she has no real choice to comply with the customer's wishes are etched into her expression. Her fingers shift position, though her cleaning was already arousing the bound girl now they are purposefully working to that end.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm sorry Ivy."</strong>Nell whispers.<strong>"Try to give in to your pleasure, I will share the coin with you so that the more times you spend the more you will earn."</strong><br/><br/>The fat merchant chuckles as he slips his broad leather belt from around his waist and doubles the strap over in his hands. He slaps the leather onto a tabletop with a loud crack and giggles at the sound.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm going to thrash your bottom girl."</strong>He announces to Ivy.<strong>"How do you feel about that? I've seen how you are unable to hold back your lust even as you protest. Let's see if reddening your glorious behind will cool your ardour or whether you'll still squirm and wet your thighs even as your bottom is thrashed and stinging."</strong><br/><br/>The leather whips around suddenly just as Nell spreads Ivy's nether lips and her fingertips slide up her friend's slit to the crinkled folds around her erect nubbin of pleasure. Nell brushes the sensitive bud just as the belt impacts with Ivy's behind with a slap.