"Hmmhmm," Fireblossom murmurs, "now you're feeling the pain, now you see the error of your ways. And remember, you're the lucky one: you survived. Or perhaps that makes you the unlucky one, as we can play with you for as long as we wish. Let this be a lesson to you: do not invade, do not attack us, do not steal from us. All you will find is failure... and pain."<br/><br/>Atelia then slides over to Sam, whispering in her ear.<br/><br/>"And just remember, if we feel like it you could keep doing that for hour upon hour until you are red, swollen and painful to the touch. And then we could beat you on that very location, making your flesh purple and welted, before fucking you repeatedly. Or we could end this as soon as my colleague here is finished, ending the spell and washing your sex free of what you put there, letting you rest and recover a little. It all depends on how we feel, and you have the power to alter that... a little."<br/><br/>She then looks up.<br/><br/>"So, are you nearly ready? I want to watch her squeal as you jam it in, then sit on her face."