"Aaah!" Cheryl screamed. The toy was then inserted into her horny womanhood as both holes were worked simultaneously.
Both were moaning as Shem talked shit. "You like that, whore? You've gotta be punished for your sins. You've been a naughty little girl." Cheryl then felt a lash from something leather strike her back, but was turned on by it as she continued to be pounded into oblivion and gyrated back into it. "Yeah, that's it, slut!" Shem said as she whipped Cheryl again.
"Fuck yeah!" Cheryl yelled, cumming hard. Then, Shem pulled out and had Cheryl sit on the toilet. Shem spreaded Cheryl's legs to missionary position and grabbed Cheryl's neck as she locked their hips together.
Shem breathed heavily into Cheryl's face and then spat on it. "You ready?" she asked. Still grabbing her neck, almost choking her she shoved her entire length into Cheryl's warm, trembling cunt and started pounding hard. Shem was very well endowed and pounded the back of Cheryl's walls hard, causing her to scream from pain and pleasure, orgasming again and again. Then, Shem came hard, filling her up with what seemed like a gallon of fresh cum. Cheryl cooed in delight, still not saying a word. Shem spoke again. "One more thing. Bend over one more time. I gotta give you something."
Cheryl done as told happily, and then felt something small, hot, and metal-like burn her ass. At first contact, she yelled in pain, but she was still in awe of the whole situation. She was released from her cuffs and a second later, the lights were back on as the door closed. Cheryl ran for the door angry as hell about the "memento" the stranger left on her body. She looked around and seen that it was obvious that she(/he?) was gone. Cheryl looked in the mirror at the still-aching burn on her bottom, when she realized that it was a mark of some sort. She had been branded like cattle. She asked her friends if they had seen anyone come out of the bathroom in the past half hour. They all said that they had been there the whole time and seen noone but her enter and leave. Cheryl was shocked and told her story.
Her friends laughed as if they thought Cheryl was just toying with them. Cheryl then shown them the mark and they freaked. Cheryl told them not to make a big scene. One of her friends then told her that she had seen that symbol before. According to local legends, it belonged to Esmeralda, "The Erotic Witch". Apparently, this was a shemale witch who showed up to various parties of this type doing exactly this sort of thing with very few select hot guys and gals. Also, according to this legend those who bore her mark would receive one gift from her(/him?) later in the form of a spell. It would not be known what this spell would be until it happened. Noone had actually seen Esmeralda, and most though she was just a dumb story. Miranda left for home after that, and didn't even bother to look for Brandon. Some of her friends were curious whether or not this was true, and some were even jealous. Cheryl didn't know what to think herself, but a part of her couldn't help but wonder about the spell part of the legend. Anyway, she left to head back home tired and worn out.
