The first strike brought a scream out as she bucked, trying to get free. The wizard continued his onslaught with a grim expression and Amara's struggles weakened with each hit. She cried quietly, but with the occasional yelp as a a blow landed roughly. After twenty-five heavy-handed smacks, she felt his body rise off hers and move away. Her arms ached as she tried to move her wrists, still above her head where the wizard had left them. She tried to sit up, shakily, but stopped cold as she heard the sound of metal clanking behind her. The iron cuffs...he said he had iron cuffs!
He watched as her mouth opened to cry, to beg, to plead with him not to, and he cut her off by popping the ball of a ball gag in between her perfect lips. "Good, you're cooperating now!" he said cheerily, teasing her. The joke made her eyes flash with anger that instantly dulled when he dangled a set of heavy iron cuffs in front of her. "Keep being a good slut, and I'll leave these off." He dropped the manacles to the floor where Amara eyed them. They sat, looking rough and ominous and threatening.
He moved behind her and tightened the gag, pulling the strap tight. He gave a gentle tug to make sure it was in place, then yanked her head back forcefully, using the gag, his eyes darkening at her muffled cry of pain. "But if you ever even think of hitting me again, you little bitch, I will slap those cuffs on you and beat that sweet ass till you pass out. You'll wake, chained and in a puddle of cum, and it won't all be mine." He made eye contact with the terrified girl. "You'd sell for quite a bit, pretty as you are. Piss me off enough, and I'll sell you to human slavers instead of sending you back home."