As Vulkan began to lay the scourge across the princess' thighs, the countess started to thrash away at the wide, jiggling bottom. So that now the wretched creature was getting it from both sides, her plush body rocking with the force of the complimentary impacts.

Eventually, the countess' arm was drooping with exhaustion, the slender muscles aching with the unaccustomed activity. She went to stand behind Vulkan, her sex lips literally dripping with love juice as she stared at his rippling musculature. Her mouth watered as she watched the ribbons of sweat running down into is buttock cleft, licking her lips like a kitten as she imagined him lashing her with such vigour.

Once he was done with the front of Lilliphane's thighs, the prince sluiced off the bloody mix of sweat and epidermis coating the tails of the scourge in the water trough before finishing off by firing the soaking leather directly into the princess' pudendum. The water sodden mass impacted in a shattering series of splats that had the fecund princess' ruined belly meat pumping in and out like a blacksmith's bellows.

Gorgo made another quick physical examination and once again wriggled his hand into Lilliphane's crotch, this time holding his fat fingers up to the torchlight.

"Not too enamoured of the lash," he tutted to Vulkan and then noting the countess' confused expression explained, "some women liquor-up nice and juicy under the whip, but not this one – too soft by half, not like her snotty sister-in-law, the queen, he sneered, I bet she'd really cream after a good flogging – the haughty ones always do."

Gargo pinched at Lilliphane's massive nipples, yanking cruelly on the tumescent stalks, but the brunette simply gazed slackly back at him. Her massive globes were now purple with congestion, the veins coursing through the abraded tissue, deep blue-green amongst the vivid, scarlet welts.