: Mews 'n tantrum still falling on deaf ears, he wouldn't give her th' satisfaction 'f even a twitching eye when she feigned innocence.. Past th' point 'f petty, he was fittin' to do nothing more than enjoy himself, and at the moment, enjoying himself meant putting her through the fuckin' ringer...<br/><br/>Her pouting, her attempts to charm, she might as well be talkin' to the wall, in fact, when she tried to wiggle 'n wobble, whine and cry, he withdrew his hands entirely... fingers sticky with her juices, thin strands 'f her wetness seeping out 'f her cunt and glistening on her thighs, fingers connected by those beads for a moment or two before breaking... He stood, turned...<br/><br/>Putting his back to her and strolling casually through the dungeon... weaving through the various toys 'n tools... all things tried 'n tested in her misplaced megalomania..<br/><br/>She tore the kit down til he begged for a chance to bleed th' pressure in his balls, but what was left was far from the youthful kit, pretty as he still may be.. Among all 'f the things he could've grabbed, for now, he settled on snatching up a bucket, water drawn up from the ever-flowing pool, water likely supplied by his own Skulk..<br/><br/>He returned, the entire while, denying her a word, or eye contact... hoisting the bucket and throwing the contents forward... water smacking into the flank of the restrained catgirl... immediately dousing her with the lukewarm-at-best water... Let that sober her up 'n cool off her steamin' cunt.... If only so he could circle 'round her again and start anew.... letting the water bead down her body, and upping the ante...<br/><br/>Folding his own whip over in his hand, forming an impromptu flog, bringing down the thick portion 'f the whip's tail across her ass to begin tearing into her anew... :