SLAP!

Benjamin’s hand had connected sharply with the stunned Silverøse’s cheek, where it was now red.

"You brute," Benjamin frowned, a vein popping on his forehead, "this is Master’s body you are handling. Be careful with it! Do you think he is a rabid creature like you?"

"I’m absolutely sorry, Master!" Silverøse yelled with starry eyes, "I shall move gently now."

Her warm, slippery tongue dragged slowly and worshipfully along the entire throbbing length from base to tip, coating every inch in thick saliva.

Then she parted her plump, soft lips and took him deep into her mouth in one greedy motion.

Obscene, wet sucking sounds immediately filled the room — loud, sloppy, and shameless.

Silverøse’s head bobbed frantically, her tongue swirling and pressing firmly against the sensitive underside while her cheeks hollowed with powerful suction.

Thick, stringy strands of saliva drooled messily from the corners of her stretched mouth, running down her chin in shiny rivers before dripping onto her massive, heaving breasts, making the pale, pillowy flesh glisten obscenely.

She sucked harder, faster, taking him deeper into her tight throat with wet gagging noises that only seemed to fuel her lust.

Her gigantic breasts bounced and slapped heavily against his thighs with every desperate bob of her head, the soft, heavy flesh jiggling wildly.

Yet Benjamin remained completely unmoved.

His expression stayed cold and bored, showing not even the slightest tremor of pleasure no matter how enthusiastically Silverøse worshipped his cock.

SLAP! SLAP!

Two sharp, stinging slaps cracked across both of Silverøse’s cheeks, snapping her head to the sides.

Bright red handprints bloomed beautifully on her pale skin.

"As expected of a vile Beastkin," Benjamin sneered in contempt. He kicked her away from his lap with clear spite. "You were unable to make me cum... Punishment time."

The pure, radiant joy that exploded across Silverøse’s face was almost blinding.

Her red eyes sparkled with delirious happiness, as if Benjamin had just promised her an unimaginable fortune.

"Heka," Benjamin turned his emotionless gaze to the naked brown-skinned Amazon. "I trust you brought something like a whip with you?"

Heka’s eyes lit up with frightening seriousness.

She reached into a hidden spatial storage and began pulling out an entire arsenal of dangerous and sexual implements — heavy leather whips with metal tips, spiked paddles, riding crops, thick ropes, cruel metal clamps, and several other terrifying tools designed purely for pain.

The collection quickly spread across the wooden floor, filling the room with the rich scent of leather and cold steel.

"Th... These are not nearly enough," Heka said, her voice trembling with dark excitement, "but we can at least be put into a state of near death with these."

"I’m glad you understand the need to purge dirty toxins such as yourselves from this world," Benjamin replied coldly as he took the vicious-looking whip from her hand. "But I shall not kill you... so Master will not be angry."

Heka suddenly looked puzzled.

She tilted her head, her moderate breasts shifting with the motion, and stared at him in genuine confusion. "Hm? Who... is Master?"

Benjamin flinched visibly at Heka’s puzzled question, a momentary crack appearing in his cold, domineering mask.

The hesitation lasted less than a second, and without warning, his arm swung back and lashed out with the heavy whip in a vicious, whistling arc.

CRACK!

The leather struck Heka’s bare back with a sharp, explosive sound that reverberated through the wooden walls of the treehouse.

A bright, angry red welt instantly rose across her smooth dark skin.

Heka’s entire body recoiled violently from the impact, her back arching deeply as a loud, ecstatic moan burst from her lips.

A heavy blush flooded her cheeks and spread down her neck to her moderate breasts, which heaved with every ragged breath.

"None of your business, warthog!" Benjamin snarled, his voice low and venomous. "Master is me, of course."

Heka collapsed forward onto her hands and knees on the floor, panting hard.

The fresh whip mark throbbed visibly on her back, sending visible waves of pained pleasure through her toned Amazonian body.

Her moderate breasts swayed heavily beneath her as she trembled.

"Geez, Master... I am still waiting for my punishment!" Silverøse squirmed desperately on the floor beside her, her regal silver robe now darkly stained at the crotch.

Thick, shiny strands of her arousal were dripping freely down her pale inner thighs, soaking the expensive fabric and forming a small, glistening puddle beneath her.

"Don’t hurry me, you abandoned shit rag!" Benjamin turned on her with explosive fury, his eyes burning with contempt.

The harsher his words became, the more Silverøse’s wetness seemed to flow.

Another thick drop of her juices rolled down her thigh, as Benjamin continued. "I shall descend on you any moment from now. Be patient, or I definitely will break your neck."

Benjamin reached down and pulled off his casual tunic in one rough motion, revealing his androgynous yet attractively toned body.

His chest was smooth and elegant, but clear, defined abdominal muscles flexed beneath his skin, showing he was far from weak.

His light brown hair shifted slightly as he moved. His cock was already half-hard, hanging heavy and thick between his legs as he stepped slowly toward the kneeling bunny woman.

But instead of whipping her immediately, he suddenly wrapped the long leather whip around Silverøse’s slender neck from behind and yanked it tight.

The leather bit deeply into her pale throat. Silverøse’s crimson eyes bulged, going bloodshot almost instantly as she choked.

Her mouth fell open in a silent, delirious cry of pleasure, tongue slightly lolling out.

"Hehe... Maybe I should just kill you now and spare Master the trouble?" Benjamin smiled darkly, his voice cold and cruel as he tightened the whip even further, watching her struggle.

Silverøse nodded profusely in eager agreement while choking, her face turning a deep, flushed red.

Her massive, oversized breasts heaved violently with her desperate attempts to breathe, pink nipples rock-hard and begging for stimulation.

Her fluffy white bunny tail trembled wildly above her plump ass.

Though, Benjamin suddenly clicked his tongue in irritation and released the whip. "Tsk. Fine."

With violent, impatient hands, he tore off the remains of Silverøse’s expensive garments.

The fine silver fabric shredded like paper under his strength, falling away in ruined strips until she was left wearing nothing but a tiny, completely drenched red thong.

Her enormous breasts spilled out heavily, jiggling and bouncing with every movement, the pale, pillowy flesh marked faintly red from how tightly the robe had constrained them.

"Bend over, you foul-stenched beast," Benjamin commanded, staring at her with pure hatred and disgust in his eyes.

Silverøse obeyed instantly, turning around and presenting her plump, heart-shaped ass to him.

She arched her back deeply, pushing her soaked red panties and dripping pussy toward him while shamelessly rubbing her soft ass cheeks against his hardening cock, teasing the massive penis with desperate, needy movements.

Benjamin began muttering strange, ancient-sounding words under his breath.

The words flowed rapidly from his lips, each syllable heavy with dark, eerie magic. The air in the room grew thick and oppressive.