Corr couldn’t help but cry out at the unforgiving pain as Ruhk drove the wide pommel deep, forcing her body to take it and her mind to take the newest name her sister’s twisted mind had created. “Yes, yes,” she hissed, accepting the name and whatever awful fate that may be attached. She shuddered and arched at the unrelenting torment, the pain reaching such a crescendo in her mind, it seemed to shift to pleasure, then back to pain. It switched back and forth too fast for the young thief to keep track of, until her body clenched, her abused channel gripping the leather-bound metal inside her, her hips bucking wildly, making it dangerous for Ruhk, though Corr could spare no thought for her twin, as every part of her mind seemed to fly in different directions.<br/><br/>After her rapture, the girl sagged against the bath’s wall, weakly trying to stop herself from sliding below the water.<br/>