"You're here to experience the punishment dictated by my master, the great sorcerer Malpurgo, in respect of the grievous wrong you and your kinsmen did him," he informed her, "do you recall your part in that wrong?" He waited until the head nodded again, a trifle uncertainly, this time trying to articulate some form of pathetic mitigation around the dreadful tongue depressor.

"Good, then prepare to repent at leisure!" He roared and brought the scourge down over the top her left breast with a mighty thrash.

Even with her tongue clamped, Lilliphane was able to put a great deal of effort into her scream as the massively congested flesh bore the full brunt of the blow. Vulkan paused to watch the taught cone vibrate like a well-struck bell. He raised his arm again and Lilliphane began to scream even before he started the downward arc. Vulkan gave her four dozen lashes before she ran out of breath and passed out.

The countess watched in eerie fascination as Gargo slouched over and made a cursory examination, peeling up the princess' eyelid to look into her pupil and feeling for her carotid pulse. Curiously, he also slipped his hand between her thighs to feel inside her groin, sniffing his fingers as he walked over to a trough and filled a bucket with brackish water that he then hurled over the princess' glowing torso.

Lilliphane was slow to revive, but was soon rolling her eyes in obvious terror again as Vulkan advanced once more. This time the satyr paid particular attention to her well upholstered belly. Slashing across it from left to right and then right to left for another hard, four dozen. He stopped only when the entire mass of quivering tissue was scarlet and streaked with surface blood.

The countess was becoming increasingly aroused, her vagina beginning to itch luridly as she watched Vulkan work on the princess, whom she had never been particularly fond of due to the latter's many petulant ways and spiteful moods. She soon found herself going forward with her own scourge to stand behind the shaking Lilliphane, whose back was now bathed in sweat from head to foot.