It was different now though. Scarlette was with Guardian Angel and Xavier now and it was an altogether wholly different scene. Scarlette's cheeks had been rosy from the orgasm. She had flushed and stayed that way for some time. But now her cheeks were rosy for a different reason. Guardian Angel had held Scarlette - he had held her with her arms folded behind her, high up her back and then Xavier had stepped in with something of an arrogant smile.

"You can give her a few slaps Xavier. Nothing too much at this point. Just let her know what a dirty ass slut she is."

Xavier's American drawl was unmistakable. And it was casual. Both Guardian Angel and Xavier had watched as Scarlette had made Tisha eat her ass. At least in their mind, that is what Scarlette had made Tisha do. It wasn't exactly like that though. Tisha had rimmed her, she had even dipped her tongue a little deeper once that ass was on high alert. But she hadn't exactly eaten her out. The difference in male and female minds. Tisha had been dismissed, leaving Scarlette with Guardian Angel. For some reason, Tisha hadn't questioned it, or voiced any concern for Scarlette - they were all friends after all - yes they were all friends. Tisha had scuttled out and she had closed the door behind her. For just a few seconds, for some reason she had stopped outside that door and she pressed an ear to it. She'd never be able to say why she did that. Maybe something deep inside her mind was telling her that Scarlette was going to suffer some form of abuse in that room. She pressed her ear to the door and it was there for a few seconds and then she jumped back. She jumped back because she had heard the slap land and then Scarlette's shrieking. Then she left.

"Like having your ass eaten out do you 'slut'?"

Xavier was speaking as he was landing the blows. A forehand open slap one way and then and backhand the other way across both of Scarlette's cheeks. The ex slayer's head rocked from side to side and her eyes rolled. Guardian Angel was holding Scarlette in close to him. Her arms were pressed to her back and Guardian Angel was pressed to her so there was very little in the way of protection that Scarlette could afford herself. She could have kicked out. But in a kind of way of reminding her that she better not do that, Guardian Angel picked her up off her feet and he hissed into her ear,

"Be good Scarlette and you won't suffer too much. I won't say that you won't suffer at all, because you will - but if you try anything, well I promise you that what that thing you got down in the pit in the basement all locked up and safe, did do you lot will be nothing compared to what I will do to you here with my trusty speed Xavier."

There was a lightness to Guardian Angel's tone. But at the same time there was an undeniable firmness to it. Guardian Angel wasn't fucking around but at the same time he wasn't making things too dark in the here and now. He just wanted to have some fun with Scarlette. He wanted to piss on his patch so to speak - he wanted to lay down his marker. It's what he had come back for after all. He'd come back to claim Scarlette. But claim her back in a way that he had never claimed her before. He held Scarlette tight to him and let Xavier slap her a few times. And then he let him slap her a few times more. Scarlette's eyes rolled. He made mental notes about Xavier. It was a bizarre scene really. The curvaceous and the stunningly Amazonian Scarlette dwarfed Xavier - in her heels, with her breasts. In every way she dwarfed him. And there was Xavier, in his effeminate state, all twinkle toes and exaggerated feminine hand movement and yet at the same time, there was the firmness of his slaps providing a direct and seismic contrast. The whole scene rather bizarre. And there was Guardian Angel, big strong, controlling the scene as it unfolded. Scarlette whimper. Her whimpering increasing with every slap. And her face becoming numb from the slaps. But they were just slaps. It was just like a warming up process. A warming up process that she was being taken through. Like a chef tenderising the meat before he, or she began the cooking process proper. At times Guardian Angel's hand slipped down between Scarlette's thighs and he felt her. He felt her most sensitive, and most private intimate woman flesh. He felt her wetness like he was testing her masochism. He was ploughing her sex lips with his fingers. Not deeply. Just a little. Testing her and making mental notes as to her reaction to being sexually molested at the same time that she was being slapped. Making mental notes as to her nipple state. Scarlette's nipples always hard. And yet a stage harder still as she was abused. He liked that. Guardian Angel like that. And then there was just the smallest trickle of blood from the corner of Scarlette's mouth. Not much. Just a trickle. And it seemed to be that was the signal to move on to the next stage.