Alone in the Dungeon - Page 11 (Patreon)

Doucette was kicking at Siyrik without greater plan she managed to get the man down on his knees and keep him down. Doucette didn’t care that each kick to his leather clothes hurt her. She was happy to see him on the ground and cursing. Somewhere in her mind, she knew that her punishment could be more severe after this but she was trusting in the words she had listened to many times. Mistresses and Masters kept repeating to their henchmen not to damage her skin because it was so unique and white. Doucette knew she would last any punishment they would put on her when they were not allowed to leave permanent marks on her skin. Small pain was good. It was pleasant for Doucette and she enjoyed each burning hit of cane they gave to her.

Siyrik was in a panic. He tried to escape and turned incorrectly. Doucette noticed how he moved closer to her. She collected all her rage and kicked to his chin. It was pleasing to see how Siyrik fell backward with a bloody nose and mouth. Unfortunately now he was out of her reach.