In the dimly lit dungeon, Salem teases with her eyes as she crawls towards the bound and helpless captive. She runs her manicured nails down his chest, stopping at his throbbing member. Slowly, she takes it into her mouth, savoring the taste of fear mixed with arousal. Her tongue swirls around the head, and she begins to bob her head up and down. As she looks up at him, she sees the conflict in his eyes - desire battling with the knowledge that this is wrong.
With a smirk, Salem stands up and grabs a flogger from behind her back. She swings it hard against his chest, causing him to gasp in pain and terror. She grinds her hips against him, her wetness seeping through the thin fabric of her costume.
"Tell me you want it," she demands.
