CHAPTER 36: HEARTBROKEN BLANCHE!

"Do you think saying that will make me soften and let you go?" Sarah said disdainfully with a light laugh. "Let me make you suffer a bit first."

Sarah took the slave control whip from Lucas’s hand. The first strike landed with full force on Blanche Nord’s nipple, causing her whole body to convulse in pain as she let out a piercing, miserable scream.

The second strike hit Blanche’s other nipple. The third landed on her right cheek, the fourth on her left cheek, and the fifth on her lower abdomen.

Sarah tore off the remaining part of the nightgown, leaving Blanche completely exposed. The next strike fell on her labia.

After about a hundred such lashes, Blanche’s delicate, seemingly boneless slender body was densely covered with whip marks and bloodstains.

What surprised Lucas, who was watching from the side, was that although every strike made Blanche scream in pain, she never once begged for mercy.

Sarah didn’t notice this. Her attention was fixed on the entrance to Blanche’s honey pot, which had become dripping wet, with small wet spots appearing on the sofa beneath.

By now, Sarah understood that Lucas’s slave control whip likely had an aphrodisiac effect, but that didn’t stop her from using it to humiliate Blanche.

"My dear sister in law, you’re so despicable!" Sarah said viciously. "Even after being beaten like this, your slutty hole is still in heat! Do you want a man that badly?"

"No..." Blanche’s breathing was already very weak. "I’m not... I don’t want..."

Sarah ignored Blanche’s protests. The phrase "want a man" provoked her, triggering associations. She reversed her grip on the whip handle, placed it at the entrance to Blanche’s honey pot, and made as if to thrust it in.

"My dear sister in law, do you want to get fucked? How did my brother fuck you? How did Kai Bond fuck you? Tell me about it, let me learn something too."

"No... They didn’t..."

"Didn’t? They didn’t fuck you?" Sarah said. "Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin? With a slutty hole this wet, who would believe that?"

"...No... No..." Blanche offered no defense, just kept repeating the word "no."

Such a reaction was boring, so Sarah changed her approach.

"My dear sister in law, do you know that in ancient times, the three grassland tribes had a custom where the younger brother would marry the elder brother’s widow after his death?"

Without waiting for Blanche to answer, Sarah continued, "Although my brother is dead, I’m still alive, and my younger brother is still alive too. Since my brother didn’t get to fuck you, how about me and my younger brother fuck you instead?"

Hearing Sarah’s absurd words, Blanche’s body trembled slightly. She closed her eyes and whispered in response, "If you want to do that, then do it."

Even such humiliation could be accepted by Blanche with this calm, yielding demeanor. Enraged, Sarah struck her hard with the whip again.

What she wanted was a violent reaction from Blanche, not this broken, defeated deadness.

Frustrated, she could only turn to Lucas for help with her eyes. "Master, maybe you should take over?"

When it came to training techniques, Sarah had to acknowledge Lucas’s skill.

Lucas nodded. He first had Sarah sit aside to rest, then spent a few minutes completely healing the injuries on Blanche’s body.

With the whip marks and bloodstains gone, Blanche’s skin became fair again.

Blanche’s fairness was different from Sarah’s or Carmena’s. The latter two had a healthy fairness, while Blanche’s was a sickly pallor.

Paired with a beautiful yet perpetually melancholic face and an extremely slender figure, she was the very image of a heartrendingly sickly beauty.

Lucas picked Blanche up, letting her sit naked on his lap.

Blanche kept her eyes tightly closed, while Lucas kissed her eyelids with extreme tenderness, even gently kissing away the remaining tear stains on her face.

Blanche never expected Lucas to be so gentle with her, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to react.

She felt Lucas kiss her earlobe, then whisper in her ear, "Did Jameson ever kiss you like this?"

A simple sentence, but it made Blanche tremble.

She hadn’t been with Jameson for long. Their words and actions were governed by emotion but restrained by propriety. The most intimate contact they had was kissing.

But even Jameson had never kissed her eyes.

"No," Blanche finally chose to answer honestly after a long pause.

Lucas gently bit Blanche’s earlobe, then extended his tongue to lick her ear canal. The unusual stimulation made Blanche squirm slightly uncontrollably.

Lucas moved downward from her ears, sucking gently yet firmly on Blanche’s neck, leaving one dark red hickey after another on her pale skin, adding a sense of "battle damage" to the sickly beauty.

Below the neck were her breasts.

Blanche’s looks were completely on par with Sarah or Carmena, but her figure was too slender, so among the twelve beauties, she could only rank after those two.

Her two breasts were very small, very perky, very firm. Lucas took one into his mouth, teeth gently nibbling the breast flesh, tongue repeatedly flicking the already hardened nipple.

After finishing the right breast, he moved to the left, until both breasts were covered in tooth marks, nipples glistening with sparkling saliva.

Following the cleavage, Lucas continued downward, kissing, licking, even taking her navel into his mouth to play with it.

Looking up again, he saw Blanche’s face was already flushed. She covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from moaning.

Sitting to the side, Sarah watched Lucas’s gentle movements with some jealousy, but seeing Blanche’s broken, defeated pseudo "calm" shattered, she felt some satisfaction.

Blanche naturally also noticed the gazes of Lucas and Sarah, feeling so ashamed and angry she didn’t know where to put herself.

Given the relationship between the three of them and the current situation, Blanche’s values and self esteem could accept her own pain and crying, even accept being violated, but she could not accept being pleasured by a boy she had just met.

Lucas had no intention of letting Blanche off. He forced the frail beauty’s thighs apart, shifting her from sitting sideways to straddling him directly. Then he unfastened his trousers, freeing his already menacing erection and pressing it against the entrance of Blanche’s honeyed depths.

Lucas’s hands gripped Blanche’s small buttocks, which had no excess fat, gently lifting her upper body so her honey pot aligned with his cock.

Blanche closed her eyes again, waiting for the loss of her virginity, waiting for the moment of punishment to arrive.

But Lucas did not brutally thrust his cock into her honey pot as she expected. Instead, he used the glans to repeatedly tease the entrance.