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Dorn's daughter chuckles, before pressing the brand against Elena's ass. The pain, though she's experienced it before, is beyond excruciating, but after a dew moments that seem like an eternity, it's pulled away, revealing a VD sigil on Elena's ass, marking her as Van Dorn property.In her mind, Elena knew that at this level of technology, branding could be concealed or even removed. It happened before to her. But she would probably carry that tattoo and be Van Dorn property, as long as the house was useful.
That did not change the fact, that she was in one, rather painful experience - of a kind she did not experience in a long time. And the anticipation of it made her hot.
"Ah~" Her entire body shook at the sight of branding irons. A moan escaped her as she swayed weakly on her boots, her heels clicking as she steadied her position. Her pussy juices were flowing down her thighs and thigh-high heeled boots. Her legs were quivering with fear and anticipation. Her chest still covered with head butler's sperm was pushed forward, with rope coiling around her large breasts, above and below them, emphasizing them more. Her breasts moved up and down with each hot breath, her nipples were erect from excitement.
"!" She gasped as the older woman grabbed her hair and pushed her to her knees. With the rope coiling around her chest and arms, she could do little, to resist. Not that she wanted to. A current went through her body as she felt a finger entering her sex.
"Someone's eager, I see." She chuckled. there was sadistic anticipation in her voice. "Now, I'll give you a choice. You can choose to take an anaesthetic when we brand you, like the coward you are. Or, you can take the pain, and we'll reward you later."
"Ma'am." The head butler interrupted her. "Lord Dorn ordered the bitch to be always treated in the harshest, most painful and degrading, way possible. It's true that she is useful to Van Dorn, but her loss would be not a great loss to the house. Her main purpose is to assure the members and servants of the family of their greatness - that they can step on, fuck and abuse, torture and even kill, one of the most powerful women in the empire, without any repercussions."
A sweat started covering Elena's skin. That... she did not predict.
Was the man laying? Was it part of the play? Or was he serious?
Elena shivered, as she realised, that her situation became far more serious now. It was a peril... and strangely, it excited her.
Still holding her hair, the older woman chuckled.
"No anaesthetic then, and pain after that... Daughter, please do the honours."
She could hear the younger woman chuckle. Elena froze, as she heard the clicking of a young woman's heels - first moving away... then coming closer. Elena then could feel the heat, right next to her left asscheek.
The daughter grins, moving in front of Elena. "Well, then, I did promise a reward, slut..."

