Tara is there in front of you, her hands roped behind her back, her white womanhood and ass bare. She doesn't look afraid.
"Listen, bitch," you say, "I will not hesitate to torture you. I've already put two of your sisters to the sword, and I won't hesitate a second if it comes down to it!"
She doesn't seem afraid, but she has her eyes locked on yours and she's breathing heavily.
"I will kill you here and now, slowly." you say, brandishing your bull-whip. Her skin is ghostly white and baby soft, and you can see her ribs rise and fall as she breathes.
She stays dumb and silent, but mutters something under her breath.
"Fine." you have a certain set of skills and you plan to use them. You drag her by the hair over to a rough tree, you tie her hands around the tree so her soft back is exposed and she's hugging it. Even before the torture has begun, her belly is already getting cut and scratched by the hard bark.
You snap your whip, but she doesn't utter a sound. "Alright, forty lashes then."
This is a thick whip, capable of knocking someone unconscious with a blow to the head. The first contact makes her buckle her knees and leaves a big red scrape on her perfect back. She stays silent for the next five, biting her lip, but the next one tears the skin under her left shoulder blade, "Guh!" she let's out an involuntary grunt. You lay on harder and faster now, tearing her back up, but she doesn't scream. You give her forty five instead of forty, and by the time you're done she drops to her knees, still hugging the tree for dear life.
You remove her from the tree and let her lay against it. Her eyes are full of hate and spite and tears, "Feel like telling me the password yet?"
"Go fuck your pope."
You slap her across the face as and impulse. She hold her cheek in shock.
This girl seems to have a high capacity for tolerating pain. Time to step up your game. First you strip the rest of her clothes, wristbands, bead necklaces and finally her black push-up bra. Her small, -B sized breasts bounce free, milky and soft. She crouches down on her knees and looks up at you with big, expectant eyes.
"What are you gonna do to me?"
You know what you want to do to her, your whole body wants to enter that body, driving in like a sword and pounding it to dust and ashes from the inside, but no! You are a faithful man! Also this is how they get people. This witch has been guilty of rape and blackmail before, you don't want to fall for her tricks! So you relocate your energy, get down on your knees and start chocking her!
She is shocked. Her eyes bulge out and her tongue hangs loose, "Gaaah! Gaak!" she gasps with tears falling down her reddened face. Her limbs flail like the limbs of a rag-doll. Once her eyes start to roll back in her head you loosen your grip. You feel it moving her her windpipe. The color slowly returns to her white face, then she starts to smile. You feel her arms enfolding your shoulders. She grins and draws in closer to you, "Can you do that again?" she kisses your cheek. She falls back and starts fingering her own smooth clit, "Squeeze the life out of me. Suffocate me! Oh, God! Choke me out and toss me in the garbage!" she moans and starts to wet herself.
You act instantaneously! Defensively!
You whip your blade out before you can think, slicing her belly just above the naval, cutting in deep and drawing a trickle of blood. She stop in her tracks and falls to her face, pleading, "Please, don't cut my head off! Don't cut me! Please! The incantation is Aloras Zakra Metacoron! That's it! Don't cut my head off!"
You have what you want. You press your blade against the perverted witch's throat. She grits her teeth.
Will you end her?