Now he was to be one of their tortured victims as well.
Satan watched as the demons stripped Donatien and strapped his body to a crude wooden X shaped structure.
Closing his eyes, the Marquis both feared and anticipated what was to come.
He felt the first teen chat stirrings of his manhood as the demon brought the leather whip in contact teen chat with his skin.
Raised welts teen chat appeared on teen chat his pale flesh as he savored the taste of the pain.
Sweat beading his brow, the blows rained down teen chat faster and harder teen chat; taxing his enjoyment of sensuous torture.
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Despite the crying out of his ragged nerve endings, his erection continued to grow and ache; the lack teen chat of release a torment unto itself.
Gesturing for the punishment to cease, Satan appeared before him, his face inches from that of the Marquis.
One long, thin hand trailing across Donatiens body; reaching to the front to linger on his heated teen chat erection.
"Are you enjoying this, Marquis?" Satan asked him.
The Marquis stared into the eyes of the Devil, wanting to answer, and yet not doing so.
Knowing the possibility of his words being turned against him again.
Glancing downward at his own traiterous body, he knew he could not lie; it would do no good; the evidence of his pleasure obvious.
"Would you like for it to continue?" Satan questioned in his smooth voice.
"No", he answered.
For he had had his fill of pain; he wished now for pleasure teen chat—the teen chat release of the lust stoked by the whips of the demons.
"If you do not wish to continue with this, how then am I to gain my satisfaction? Who must I torture and abuse for my pleasures?" Satan taunted him teen chat.