"Cat of ninetails, you say? How very swashbuckling of you." Midnight says. "They used those as punishment for pirates, you know. I guess I am a pirate, with all the eroge I illegally download.", she muses, sitting up. She grins. "I guess I'm going to need the two of you to punish me, then"

"Yeah, I know."

Oh goodie, Etolie looks over the toys and finds something suitable that doesn't appear to dangerous. After all her ass is literally on the line here so she does not look for the most wicked of tools. She find one where the lashes aren't too long and returns.

“Safe word pirate.” The least she wanted to do was go to far and end up paying for it. She began wiith a light lash against Midnight's shoulders as if to get a feel for what she might like.

He was being ignored and was not use to that state as the two girls spoke. More of that contact drug flowed through his hands as he held her shapely hips, his tongue puncturing her body deeper, harder as he wiggled against her to draw her attention back to the here and now.

Midnight gasped, attention turned back to Gersham. "I did say BOTH of you, Gershy. I hadn't forgotten about you. Keep... Going..."

Oh, he heard though right now he was more in keeping his own pleasure up though missing the trace of her tongue against him. He did as she commanded though, his tongue not letting up as he pressed it within her folds lapping up the succulent juices that had been produced on account of this action and the effects of his touch that had kept her aroused.

Etolie moves closer since Midnight is bent over she could not get at her back all that easily. She then strikes her, leather cords draping against her shoulders, a little firmer than last time but not much harder as it was evident that she was holding herself in check due to her own stake in this.

"Come on Etolie, surely you can do better than that." Midnight giggles. "Harder!"

She had been uncertain, a stark change from what she normally was being a strong confident woman. She cracks the cat o' nine tails a little harder, still holding back just a little so she causes pain but not an overwhelming amount.

"Harder?"

Gersham drives his tongue deeper into her as he attempts to draw her attention back to him. A hand reaches between her thighs rubbing against her clit, up and down he assails her with a quick pace that he sets upon her, his tongue swirling inside her in a circular motion, first one way then reversing to coil about the other.

"Yes, Etolie. Harder. Make it really sting." Midnight says, then turns to Gersham. "You, however, are doing great", she pats him on the head.

“OK,” Etolie states, some of her confidence coming back as she goes to the rack of toys to see what else she has to play with. For a second she wonders if this is some kind of trick to fool her into making Midnight not enjoy herself though she can't second guess herself now.

She comes back a moment later and affixes the nipple clamps to her before stroking a hand through her hair, grabbing hold of it and drawing her back enough to allow her tongue to smooth over her neck.

She then releases her then steps part way behind her to real crack the cat o nine tails against her flesh.

He needed no encouragement of course knowing that he was good at this for that was what his species were known for. The arousing touch helped too. Of course he still liked hearing it and as a special treat he ensured that his tongue grazed against that special place within her core far more often having found that spot within her before it was easier now to find it again.

"I'd rather you did away with the clamps, please. There was a woman who electrocuted herself with those things, you know?" Midnight drawls.

((Teh's note: Yes, this really happened. Google it.))

She complies with removing the clamps afraid to jeopardize her position at all and returns to whipping her.

Gersham mixes the pain with pleasure spearing into her folds quicker now toughing that cherished portion of her passage with him tongue with each lick now at the apex of each thrust with that tongue.