Faridah moaned even while she shuddered at the thought of the poor girl being harshly spread by a phallus too thick for her or having her defenseless womanhood at the mercy Mellisande’s whip. "N... No, don't hurt her, Mistress. I'll behave." Slowly she was finding herself more and more under the control of the sorceress, or at least she was willing to play along with her games more.