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Price of Betrayal 4: Tanya Learns Her Limits

... slammed into her ass, ripping another scream from her throat. I was so fucking ready that it only took a few minutes of pummeling her ass before I came. "Fucking shit!" I cried out as I dug my fingers into open wounds and shot my load deep into her ass. Her screams were almost continuous now, with only brief breaks to catch her breath. I pulled out and walked around her. I grabbed her hair again with my bloodied hand and pulled her head up. "Look at me." She weakly raised her eyes. Tears were streaming down her face, and her lip was bleeding where she had bitten it. "Are you done?" "No, Master." She tried to drop her eyes, but I pulled her hair, and she looked at me again. "Honesty, Tanya, remember? Can you honestly take more?" "Yes, Master. It hurts like a son-of-a-bitch, but it feels so good." "Fuck me," I whispered, and then I kissed her hard, tasting the blood from her lip. I released her hair and picked up the cane from the table. I was determined that by the time I was done with it, she would safe word. I walked in front of her and laid a quick, brutal stripe across both breasts, forcing another scream from her as blood flowed yet again. Barely waiting, I next struck the front and back of her thighs, her ass, her calves, and her shoulder blades, hitting her hard enough to draw blood each time. Then I repeated the sequence: breasts, thighs, ass, calves, shoulders, again, each strike hard enough to break skin. Her screams hadn't stopped, but she had almost lost her ...

... voice, and I could barely hear her. I walked around her to make sure she was still conscious, and she was, so I laid the cane across her breasts one more time. "Blossom, Master, please, blossom," she rasped out, and I dropped the cane. She was limp in her restraints, and I unhooked her waist chain and her feet. As I released her hands, she fell onto my shoulder, and I held her close as I walked to her bedroom, her head on my shoulder. She whimpered when I came in contact with her injuries, and I sucked in a long breath and held it to keep myself from rising to the occasion, so to speak. By the time I reached her room, she had passed out. I laid her on the bed on her back, watching closely. She was unconscious, but her breathing was steady, and her color was good. I first put on gloves and then cleaned the blood off of her front, working slowly and making sure to get it all so that I could see which wounds needed more care than others. She had several small ones where a bead of blood slowly formed as soon as I cleaned it, but I ignored those for now. None of her wounds were gushing blood, but when I came across one that wouldn't stop once I cleaned it, I applied a hospital-grade dressing and moved on. When I was finished with her front, I applied a styptic pencil to the smaller ones, sealing them almost immediately. Then I rolled her onto her stomach and repeated the process on her back. Finally, after almost an hour, I was done. She hadn't moved much other than a few shudders, and ...