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The faint sounds of flesh smacking flesh caused goose bumps to break out on Snow White's milky white skin and the feminine cries of pain sent fear licking along her nerves. With each leaden step she took the sounds grew louder until finally she was standing outside the door of the very room the noises originated from. Her next tutors room.
Filling her lungs with air that felt heavy with tension, she nervously wiped her hands on her skirt. She was supposed to enter this room but found herself so reluctant to do so that she had to will her hand to grasp the knob and turn. The door opened with a forbidding creak.
The sight that greeted her froze Snow White on the spot. Devlin, his well-built body encased in black leather had his slave, Hannah, draped naked over his lap and was administering a harsh spanking.
He glanced up when the door opened, smiling in amusement at her frightened look. "Close your mouth, close the door and sit in that chair." He nodded towards a chair in front and slightly to the left of her. "I'll get to you next slave."
The shiver that crept along her skin caught his notice. His look changed becoming cold and calculating. He liked her fear, she realized.
Snow White tore her eyes away from the scene in front of her. This man disturbed her more than any of the others. With his thick brown hair and neatly trimmed goatee he appeared as normal as any other man. But when she looked into his nearly black eyes, fear and uncertainty swept through her along with a feeling of desire she was not ready to admit to.
The silence in the room broke through her thoughts. Glancing up, Snow White realized that Devlin had finished the spanking and was now allowing Hannah to kiss his hands in apology. "You will take care the next time I order you to do something won't you, Hannah?"
"Yes master." She replied meekly, bowing her blonde head submissively.
"Good. Fetch me the ropes for our new slave."
Snow White watched Devlin move towards her. She was torn between her survival instinct screaming –RUN and the strange new urge to submit to this dark-souled man.
He was almost upon her when she bolted for the door. It was a weak attempt and quickly halted. His fingers bit deeply into her arms, spinning her around and pushing her back into the chair where he held her immobilized.
"Bind her!" Devlin ordered Hannah.
Snow White was too scared to resist as her hands and ankles were secured to the chair. Oh God, what have I done, she thought. He'll never let this go unpunished. How will I bear it?
When he straightened she caught a glimpse of his face and wished she had not. His eyes were cold and empty and his face was unyielding.
But, in truth, Devlin was not angry with the princess. No, he found her attempt amusing. Her fear of him and the unknowns that he would teach her were only natural. She would learn throughout the long night ahead to submit her will to his, freely giving him every part of her body and doing everything that he told her to do.
She watched him as he moved away unable to keep from admiring his body. The tight black leggings clung to his body accentuating every rippling muscle in his thighs. His well-chiseled ass threatened to burst the seams that held the material together. The last item of clothing, a tight leather vest, covered his chest and powerful shoulders leaving his thick brawny arms bare.
Devlin stopped momentarily in front of a small table and then returned to stand in front of Snow White. In one hand he held a very long and lethal looking knife and the other a plain leather collar. He made a short job out of destroying her dress, slicing sleeves and slitting the bodice. More precise cuts to the skirt and the dress hung on her frame in tatters. When he was finished with the dress he snapped the collar in place around her delicate neck.
"Remove the clothing." He said to Hannah.
Hannah did as told. Several times she had to tug very hard to get the material out from underneath Snow White.
When she was naked, Devlin moved behind her and carried her over to a large dinner table. Setting the chair down he pushed it in so that her breasts rested on top of the table.
"Get on the table and display yourself, Hannah." He ordered in an exact tone of voice.
Hannah's movements were slow and sensual as she situated herself on the table, draping her blonde curls artfully around her head. When she had stopped moving, Devlin reached over Snow White's shoulders and grabbed her ankles. A hard pull brought Hannah down to the edge of the table. Bending her legs he placed her feet against the edge of the table so that her pussy was splayed lewdly.
Embarrassed at having the slave so openly displayed mere inches from her face, Snow White twisted her head away. She cried out as pain ripped through her skull from Devlin's harsh grip in her hair.
"I have let you go unpunished once, I will allow no more. You will keep your eyes focused on Hannah or I will tie you to my whipping post and whip you without mercy." His hand remained in her hair, assuring that she could not turn away again. With his other hand he gently stroked along the smooth outer lips of Hannah's pussy causing a tiny whimper to escape her.
"She has a very beautiful cunt, doesn't she?" Devlin asked Snow White.
A light tug on her hair made her agree immediately.
