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The Vampire's Kiss Chapter 14: Passion's Trap by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 The scent of feminine lust filled the SUV as Damien D'Angelo drove it through the streets of Chicago, the impending violence exciting Abigail and their women. Abigail sat beside him clad only in her red hair, thighs glistening, eyes dilated, cheeks pale, nipples hard.

In her hand she cradled her 9mm automatic handgun with an extended clip. They were all armed. Damien's silver-plated machete hung from his belt, the blade thrust past his seat. He wore his blood-stained combat fatigues.

The dried blood stiffened the fabric and formed a mosaic pattern of cracks from his movement. In the back, the wet sound of female masturbation echoed.

Rosa moaned, the vampiress consumed by the impending slaughter. Rosa lived for it. Ahead, Faust Tower rose over the city. Though Faust was dead, and the fond memory of his torment and death hours ago was seared into Damien's mind, the Tower still beat with his fester.

Father Augustine had usurped the vampire. And Father Augustine held Damien's angel in his soul. A possessive hatred burned inside Damien. He guttered with rage.

Tonight, he would paint Faust's Tower with his old friend's blood. Tonight, the priest would die. "They're waiting for us," moaned Abigail, her thighs writhing together.

"Can you hear them? So many waiting." "Cops," Damien growled, his attuned senses picking up the crackling of police radios. Through the darkness, spread out around Faust Tower, was a police cordon. Chicago PD, once controlled by the vampire now belonged to the priest. "Yes," Rosa moaned as her climax boiled through her. "Yes, yes, we'll tear through the, Sire. We'll carve a bloody path." Damien grinned and hit the accelerator. The police cordon rushed towards them.

His keen senses picked out the cops rushing to take cover behind their cars, aiming their weapons. Unless they were outfitted with silver, Damien had nothing to fear. The engine roared. The tachometer redlined. The accelerometer climbed higher and higher. 60 MPH, 70 MPH, 80 MPH. The blockade hurtled towards them. Damien's held the accelerator to the floor.

90 MPH. The cops opened fired. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Father Hyrum Augustine, the first nephilim to live in 3000 years, grunted as he buggered Joy.

The blonde, young woman gasped and moaned in delight, her bowels clenching on the priest's cock, her butt-cheeks jiggling with every thrust. "Yes, yes, yes, Father," gasped Joy, his slave, his woman, his whore, his warrior. "Fuck me. Ram that cock into my ass." "Yes," he growled. "Satisfy my body with your sinful hole." Lusts burned in the priest.

The stronger his body grew the more intense his lusts. All day as he waited for Damien's attack, he had fucked. His office, formerly the weak Faust's, lay strewn with semi-conscious women fucked into orgasmic insensibility. Their holes leaked the priest's cum. He couldn't stop fucking. Even while Damien approached. "Oh, yes, Father. Your cock. Oh, God, yes. Keep fucking me." Joy, enhanced by his unholy communion, could withstand the priest's appetite.

His cum smeared her naked body. It matted her blonde curls. Streaks of drying jizz flaked as she gasped and bucked, bent over the priest's desk. And the clench of her bowels were divine on the priest's cock, building the pressure in his balls. His hands gripped her, strong. He grew younger with every passing minute, aging down from his late forties back to a man in his prime.

His cossack fit tight about his deep chest while his cock barely fit in Joy's hole. The slut loved how his new girth he stretched her open. The desk rocked. It had slid halfway across the office from his rutting, pushing up an expensive Ottoman rug now stained by the priest's and his many whores' fluids. Every part of the once elegant, sophisticated office was stained with the priest's seed.

He had marked his territory. "Cum in my body, Father! It's why I exist. Every woman! Yours to fuck! Yours! Our wanton holes were created for you to dump your seed in, Father!" Her words were Truth. The priest slammed his cock into her and came.

The jizz boiled out of his balls. The pleasure whipped through his soul. The feminine voice, the dark spirit he once believed was Holy, shuddered with him, reveling in the bliss. And, faintly, a third voice screamed and raged as her lusts flowed into the priest. Invigorating him.

His hips did not stop thrusting. His cum boiled out of his balls but his dick was still hard. Cum oozed out around the priest's dick, forced out by his thrusts. He savored the fresh scent of his cum and the moans of Joy as she came again. The phone rang, the only object remaining on the desk.

Still fucking his slut, Father Augustine reached for the receiver. "Yes," he grunted, his balls smacking into his slut. "Damien approaches," Lynette, the vampiress, purred. She had been Faust's lover, but the vampiress was still female—still a whore. She had abandoned Faust for the satisfaction of a better cock.

"He's rushing the barricade." "Good," the priest groaned and then the world outside erupted in gunshots. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abigail thrust her body out the SUV's passenger window. Her red hair whipped behind her as she aimed her automatic 9mm. She laughed in delight as the cops opened fire with handguns, shotguns, and AR-15 rifles. She aimed and opened fire as the bullets hissed by her. Bullets slammed into the SUV. Sparks danced on the hood.

The right tire burst. The car swerved for a moment, but Damien held it on course. The engine chugged, whined, then died in a burst of black smoke that rolled over the vehicle.

But it went to fast to be stopped—a battering ram hurtling at 100 MPH. Mary threw herself out the back door. The vampiress streaked past the SUV, a blur crashing into the cops.

Abigail marked Mary's progress only by the blood spurting from severed necks as she slashed with a silver-plated knife. Flowing in Mary's wake was Samantha, the vampiress Abigail sired. The young woman became mist, white, ethereal, drifting beside the vehicle. Abigail fired her 9mm. Each pull of the trigger sent a burst of three or four rounds from the gun. It spat them out in a rapid tat-tat-tat. With her strength and reflexes, the bullets struck their targets.

Cops fell dead, each bullet landing between their eyes. Abigail squeezed her juicy thighs together, savoring the carnage. The SUV was 100 feet away. Abigail pulled the trigger, firing the last rounds and killing three more cops. Bullets struck her. They stung for a moment before her body healed. They were lead. Impure. Harmless. Her gaze caught one cop's eyes as she tossed her gun away. She mesmerized the with her gaze. Kill. The heartbeat before the SUV crashed into the lead cop car, the mesmerized cop turned, aimed his AR-15 at the cop beside him, and fired.

He did not miss at five feet. Abigail shifted her gaze to find another cop to mesmerize. The SUV hit the first cop car. Metal crunched. Glass shattered. Cops screamed.

Rosa moaned in joy as the SUV sent the cop car flying. Damien lost control of the SUV. It tumbled.

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The world spun. The force threw Abigail from the vehicle.

She crashed her back into the side of a patrol car, bounced off, and landed on her feet before an astonished cop scrambling for cover. He had brown eyes, a youthful face. "Kill," Abigail purred as she stared into his eyes. "Kill all your friends." The cop's eyes went dull. He rose mechanically, turned his shotgun, and opened fire. Abigail laughed. Pandemonium swept through the cops guarding the front of Faust Tower. Samantha swept through the police as mist.

Where she passed, men screamed. A crimson hue spread through her pearly fog. The SUV came to a crashing halt against the security gate of the building's parking garage. The vehicle had half penetrated through the metal partition, sheering the metal links. The engine burned. The vehicle smoked. The side door kicked off and Rosa burst out naked and weaponless.

She crashed into a cop, her teeth sinking, her thighs wrapped tight about his waist. Rosa humped the man as she fed, blood spurting around her face and staining her body. Abigail laughed as her mesmerized cop fell in a hail of his own side's bullets.

More struck her, annoying gnats. She strode through the panicked cops to her husband, mesmerizing every officer she passed, leaving chaos in her wake. Men screamed in frightened panic. Damien climbed out of the SUV and ripped down the broken partition, opening the way into the parking garage. "Let's go," he snarled, pulling Britney out of the SUV. The busty thrall held a combat shotgun in hand. Her mother followed her out and then Vickie, a wild gleam in her eye, blood dribbling from a cut on her arm.

"Aurora!" snarled Damien. Abigail smiled. Always soft with his women. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Exhilaration spilled through Britney Lawson as she raised her combat shotgun and fired it at a cop.

More were in the parking garage. They wore the combat armor of SWAT Officers. Did Father Augustine get every cop in the city to guard him? Did he think that would stop my Master? The cop stumbled back, his body armor taking the blow. He raised his submachine gun, a compact, black weapon.

A spike of fear shot through Britney that made her feel so alive. Unlike the vampires, she could be killed by normal bullets.

Her mother, Donna, crashed into the swat officer. Donna's blonde hair spilled about her as she sank her fangs into the cop's neck. The scent of blood filled the air. Britney licked her lips as she pumped the action on the shotgun and pivoted, firing at another cop.

The cop fired back. Britney fell to her knees out of instinct, screaming in wordless excitement. Her heart hammered in her chest. Her blonde hair rippled as a bullet knifed past her face.

An inch and I would have died. Everything became more real as time slowed to her. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, chilling her blood and sharpening her vision. She pumped the action. A red shotgun shell tumbled through the air as she fired at the cop. Blood spurted from his legs. The buck shot tore through his black fatigues. The cop groaned and fell to the ground. Britney sprinted forward, her bare feet slapping on the concrete. The cop struggled to get up, but his legs were mangled.

She kicked his gun away, pushed him over onto his back, and aimed the shotgun right at his face. "Please," begged the cop. Britney fired. Her heart soared. I killed someone. She stared at the ruin of his face for a moment, savoring the exhilaration of ending a life. She understood the vampires better. It was a drug. Power. Britney could not imagine a narcotic more potent than pulling a trigger and snuffing out a life.

"Don't just stand there," her mother shouted, dashing by, her naked tits covered in blood. "Right, Mom," Britney called and followed her mother through the parking garage. Bullets cracked against support columns and pinged into parked cars. Glass shattered.

Tires hissed as they deflated. Car alarms blared, flashing amber and red lights through the parking garage. More cops rushed from the right. Rosa fell into them, her body covered in blood. So beautiful. Donna jumped in front of her daughter.

A cop's submachine gun erupted. Donna shuddered, taking the bullets that would have hit Britney. They did not harm the vampiress. With a screech of maternal rage, Donna threw herself at the cop. Why did Father Augustine have all these cop defend the building? He had to know they would be useless against vampires.

They have no special weapons. Britney furrowed her eyebrows. It didn't make sense. The priest was a chaplain to vampire hunters—to Damien and Abigail. He knew how to fight the undead. He knew what weapons were effective and what would do nothing. So why isn't he using silver or white oak or holy water? Unease settled into Britney.

She cast her gaze about for her Master. A blur streaked across her vision, Mary racing at supernatural speed, gutting cops with her knife and leaving streaks of blood in her wake.

The crimson mist of Samantha engulfed a squad of cops pouring out of a utility door. Their guns fired uselessly through her mist as they screamed and died.

Abigail mesmerized more cops, turning them into her weapons. And Damien strode at the far end, ripping car doors off their hinges with his telekinesis and hurtling them into cops, breaking their bodies. He was away from the other vampires, attacking a group of cops falling back. Or leading him to a trap. "Master!" Britney shouted and raced across the chaos. Her bare feet slipped on blood slicking the smooth concrete.

Bullets hissed past her. Her mother roared in her wake, attacking and protecting Britney. She ran through Samantha's mist, caressed by the wet fog, leaving her body dripping in watery blood. "Master!" Damien turned to face her. "It's a trap!" Britney's voice echoed.

As she shouted, the air rippled before Britney and a new vampiress appeared, black hair streaking about her face, a wild gleam in her eye. Britney gasped and tried to stop her flight before she crashed into the vampiress. But Britney's feet were slicked by blood. She slipped and fell forward. Britney impaled on the silver knife held by the vampiress. Pain shot through Britney. She stared down at the knife buried in her guts. The vampiress smiled and twisted the blade.

Agony flared. Britney fell onto her back, clutching the gaping wound in her stomach. The vampiress licked the blood from her blade and vanished with a ripple. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Britney's cry turned Damien around. The air rippled before him. The tall, blond man who handed Faust over this morning stood before Damien. Abigail called him the German, one of Faust's three massive thralls, hulking men enhanced by the vampire's dark ichor like Damien enhanced Britney.

Only she was a 110 lb. girl. The German easily weighed a hundred pounds more. His fist cracked into Damien's face. The vampire grunted in pain, the bone snapping in his jaw. He crashed into a sedan. The car alarm set off as he bounced off and hit the ground.

Damien's jawbone healed as he rose. The air shifted to his right. The Texan, another of Faust's thralls, fired a crossbow bolt at Damien. The vampire dived, the white oak scoring across his back.

Fire and pain flared. Damien grunted, rolling across the floor and drawing his machete. "You fucked my wife," growled Damien as he glared at the men. "Yep," the Texan drawled as he reloaded his crossbow. "And she was mighty fine, too. Came real good on our cocks." "Ja, the way she squealed as we fucked her was special," the German grinned as he rushed in, a silver gladius in hand.

He lunged the short, stabbing blade at Damien's gut. Damien swiped his machete to the side, deflecting the blade and gaining his feet. He snarled, anger bubbling through him. He hacked with the machete, eager to find the German's flesh and spill his blood. "The impotent rage of the cuckold," laughed the German as he parried with his gladius.

"Too late to change the past. Won't unfuck your wife." "But we can always do it again," the Texan drawled, raising his crossbow. Damien darted right, forcing the German between him and the Texan. "Faust thought the same thing," growled Damien. "He thought he could fuck my wife and not pay the price." "So she is whore, huh?" the German laughed.

"Death's steep price for her cunt. Her pussy ain't that good." "We filmed it," the Texan added, moving, circling, trying to get a shot. Damien moved with him. He was faster than the Thralls, his body leaner. "You can watch it over and over. Savor your wife's passion as real men fucked her." Damien feinted to the right, swinging the machete wildly, the stroke of an angry husband.

The German grinned, his gladius lunging at Damien's unprotected side. The vampire twisted his torso as he balanced on one foot and shifted the swing of his machete. A human would have fallen, overbalanced, his footing bad.

The gladius lunged past Damien's side, missing by half-an-inch. His machete screamed through the air and struck the German's neck, cutting through muscled flesh and striking the spine. The machete, designed to chop and propelled by a vampire's strength, cracked through the vertebrate. Blood fountained as the German's head spun through the air. Then his heavy bulk crashed to the ground.

The Texan stood ready, his weapon aimed right at Damien's chest. Rosa darted in. She crashed into the Texan's side, knocking his arm to the right. The crossbow bolt went wide, embedding into a car tire. Air hissed behind Damien as the Texan grappled with Rosa.

The vampiress hissed and snarled, her fingers raking the huge thrall's flesh, leaving bloody scratches behind while her fangs sought his neck. "Fangwhore," snarled the Texan as he through Rosa off of him. The vampiress screamed and landed at Damien's feet. Somehow, the Texan drew a white oak bolt and slammed it into Rosa's stomach. The vampiress trembled on the ground, paralyzed by the wood burning her insides.

"Going to paralyze your wife and fuck her again," bellowed the Texan as he cranked back his crossbow. "She'll squeal on my cock over and over while that tight cunt massages my dick." Rage seized Damien.

He roared and threw himself forward. The Texan didn't flinch. He dropped the crossbow and his right hand darted beneath the suit jacket. It came out with a silver throwing knife. He flicked it. Damien screamed in pain as it buried into his chest. The silver attacked his body. Pain flared. Damien stumbled and fell to his knees. Agony suffused his body.

His undead heart labored as the poisonous silver reached for it. "Yep," the Texan grinned and planted a foot on Damien's shoulder.

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The Texan pushed. Damien fell on his back. "Gonna fuck all your fangwhores. They're gonna love my big cock." Damien laughed. "What?" the Texan asked, drawing a thick, silver blade from beneath his jacket.

The big man bent over, planting his knee on Damien's shoulder. The knife, the edge serrated for cutting, lowered to Damien's throat. "They wouldn't feel your small dick." The Texan smiled. "Well, I guess you'll never know. You'll be down in hell." Damien's telekinesis seized the silver throwing knife embedded in his chest. He wrenched it out, turned the blade, and slammed it into the Texan's throat.

Arterial red sprayed. The big man reached at his throat, gaping as he brushed the blade embedded in him. He pulled the knife out. A crimson fountain spurted. "Fuck," he muttered as he spilled over. "Shouldn't have.done that." Damien heaved the corpse off of him, licking his lips, savoring the Texan's blood. He had one more thrall to kill for fucking his wife.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The world rippled around Abigail. The vampiress froze in a crouch. Trickles of cop's blood ran down her body. Silence descended on the parking garage. All the gunshots and screams, the car alarms and crackling fires, ended. A stillness gripped the garage. Her eyes flicked about. The cops, the vampiresses, and Damien all vanished. Her ears pricked, straining for any sound.

She inhaled, searching for any scents. Only her excitement and the blood dripping from her body caught her nose. She furrowed her eyebrows. She caught another scent. Feminine. Not Samantha, Rosa, Mary, Donna, Britney, or Vickie. Abigail spun, following the scent. Her heart beat faster as she crept through the parking garage. The female scent grew stronger as she moved towards the elevators. Abigail moved like a hunter. Stealth, cunning, patience. She wove through the bullet-ridden cars, peering through splintered windows or around fenders, trying to find the source.

Black hair. Dark business suit. Nylon-clad thighs. A woman stood before the elevator. Professionally dressed. One of the office workers?

No. Any normal human would be screaming right now. A vampiress. One of Faust's serving the priest? Abigail crept closer. She stilled her breathing. It wasn't necessary. She slowed her heartbeat. Silent steps. A ghost moving closer. Abigail's guts squirmed. Nothing was right about this. Something had happened to her. Illusion. I'm caught in a vampire's illusion. Hers.

Why? Separate me from the others. Isolate and kill me. A stab of excitement shot through the vampiress. A challenge lay before her. "Now, Abigail, skulking? What happened to the bold girl that brazenly walked into the liquor store and bought us all our first wine coolers.

Abigail froze. She knew that voice. "Lynette?" Abigail rose and took a good look at the woman at the elevator. She was young, eighteen, beautiful. She looked the same as Abigail remembered. I'll see you tomorrow, Abigail had said to Lynette.

Tell me how your date with Vincent goes. I'll tell you every detail. He's such a stud. He is getting lucky tonight. Lynette had laughed, a wicked giggle that was at odds with her fresh, Midwestern looks. They had hugged and parted, Lynette waving as she walked from Abigail's house.

"Hello, Abigail," Lynette purred, sliding a hand up her body, a sensuous purr. Abigail strode to her friend. "I searched for you." "Well, you finally found me." A sneer crossed Lynette's lips. "Are you going to kill me? All those years hunting for me, putting down others of my kind." "Maybe." Abigail paused twenty feet from her friend. "I killed the vampire who turned you." Anger mottled Lynette's face. "I begged Faust to let me kill you.

For years, I begged him. Pleaded with him. You took Vincent from me!" "The vampire who turned you?" Anger flared in Abigail.

"The vampire that killed our friends? Of course I killed him. I loved killing him. He was the first. And a girl always remembers her first." "Faust finally listened. He finally grew angry enough.

You killed so many of his children. Beautiful creatures. We plotted in bed, discussing how best to inflict pain on you and Damien." Exultation crossed Lynette's face. "I don't know how many times I came picturing you suffering before me, begging me to take your life for killing Vincent." "I killed Faust, too," Abigail taunted, striding forward.

"I bathed in his blood and fucked my husband while his unlife was still wet on us." Lynette shrugged. "Faust was weak. I found a better man to serve." "And is killing me one of your perks?" Abigail demanded. "It can be." Lynette licked her lips. Lynette hit the elevator button. The doors open. "Ride up to the top. Become Father Augustine's whore and we can love each other like we used to." A wicked giggle escaped Lynette.

"Remember our slumber parties? Sharing kisses and more in the dark while your mother thought we were sleeping." Abigail's pussy itched at the memory.

Damien was the first man she ever lay with, but Lynette was the first person. They had made love, exploring each other's bodies. Her body ached at the memory of their fumblings. "I remember," Abigail purred and rushed Lynette. "But I'm not going to fuck Father Augustine." She crashed into Lynette. Suddenly, the vampiress was naked in Abigail's arms, the clothes rippling away as they fell in a heap before the elevator doors.

Abigail became so aware of her naked breasts pressing against Lynette's, their nipples brushing. Just like the first time. Lynette kissed Abigail. Hot lips worked together. Fangs bit, cutting each other's lips, spicing their passion with blood.

Lynette's fingers clawed at Abigail's back as Lynette hissed angrily into the kiss. Pain flared through Abigail. She embraced it. Her hand found Lynette's round breast. Abigail squeezed, fingernails biting into the soft mound. Lynette shuddered in pain, rubbing her hot, wet cunt into Abigail's. Both vampiresses' hips undulated, grinding their clits against each other. "I'm going to enjoy watching Father Augustine fuck you," panted Lynette, her hips humping up into Abigail.

"And you're going to be my husband's slut," Abigail hissed, staring into Lynette's eyes. "We'll finally have that threesome you always wanted with my boyfriend." "Not scared I'll steal him?" Lynette giggled viciously. "No." They kissed again.

Abigail groaned, her body bursting with excitement. All the cops she killed inflamed her lusts and now Lynette satiated them. The vampiresses snarled and hissed, sharing their passion as their fingernails raked and clawed each other. "I hate you so much," Lynette moaned as they rolled into the elevator, her hips undulating harder, grinding her clit into Abigail's. "You killed Vincent.

My Sire. I loved him." "I did kill him," Abigail moaned, her fangs nipping at Lynette's throat. Salty blood squirted. Abigail shuddered as she fed on her friend. "And then you hunted me. I fled to Faust in fear of my best friend." Lynette's voice burned with passion. She ground their clits harder together, Such wonderful sparks burst through Abigail every time.

"I hated you while loving you," panted Lynette. "I dreamed of killing you and then licking your pussy. I wanted to skin you and wear you as a dress. To always be close to you." "You can," Abigail moaned, her lips stained with Lynette's blood.

"I did hunt for you. I wanted to free you from the curse." "And now?" Lynette asked, staring down at Abigail. Lynette's dark eyes softened. "Do you still want to kill me?" "Only if you make me. Why would I want to set you free from this?" Abigail bucked her hips into her friend's thrusts as the elevator lurched and rose. "I was a fool for thinking you needed to be liberated from undeath." Lynette smiled and kissed Abigail.

The vampiresses writhed together as the elevator rose. Their nipples rubbed together. The scent of their blood and pussies filled the air. Abigail shoved her hand past Lynette's ass, reaching for wet pussy. Lynette moaned as Abigail penetrated the vampiress's cunt.

"Yes, yes, yes," Lynette panted as Abigail fingered her pussy. "Ooh, yes, you're not scared anymore. Not afraid of the sinful delights women can share." "Not anymore," groaned Abigail in agreement, her clit throbbing with delight every time it brushed Lynette's. "I love it." Abigail fingered Lynette faster as the vampiress's fangs sank into Abigail's neck. She shuddered as her friend fed. Her blood pumped into Lynette's mouth.

Her pussy clenched on Abigail's probing fingers, the silky walls massaging. "Yes," panted Abigail, her orgasm swelling. Ecstasy spread from Lynette's bite. The elevator spun around Abigail. She shoved her fingers deep into Lynette's pussy, fingernails scraping along sensitive walls, cutting. Giving Lynette pain to mix with her pleasure. Lynette moaned into Abigail's throat. Lynette's teeth bit harder as her orgasm exploded. The vampiress bucked atop Abigail. Lynette's pussy spasmed on Abigail's fingers.

Juices flooded out, the tangy flavor of her musk overwhelming Abagail's senses. "Just as wicked as I remember," panted Abigail. "The first time you came, your fingers spasming about mine was wonderful." "It would be more wonderful if you joined me," Lynette purred into Abigail's ears. "Yes!" Abigail gasped, her body trembling, her clit aching. Lynette pinched Abigail's nipple. Pleasure exploded in Abigail's depths.

The redheaded vampiress bucked beneath her friend, her lover. Their lips met, hot with Abigail's salty blood. The pleasure washed through Abigail, soft and sweet. It reached her mind. The vampiress drank in the rapture as she kissed her friend. The elevator doors opened. Lynette popped off Abigail and darted out of the elevator. Lynette turned, standing winsome, her thighs glistening with her excitement.

She crooked a finger at Abigail. The redheaded vampiress licked her lips, her body heaving with passion. Abigail wanted more from Lynette, to taste her blood and her pussy. Abigail darted after her friend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Damien yanked the crossbow bolt from Rosa's gut, ignoring the shaft burning his palm. He threw it to the side. Rosa groaned, her limbs moving, her hands rubbing at her smoking wound. Then, hissing like a cat, she threw herself on the dead Texan, tearing at his throat.

Damien let her vent her fury and scanned the battlefield. Britney lay wounded nearby, clutching her stomach. Her mother, Donna, knelt beside her. The vampiress met Damien's gaze. "Did you see where she went, Sire?" "Who?" "The bitch who stabbed my daughter." Damien shook his head.

"She'll live." "I will, Mom," panted Britney. "You will," Vickie said, limping to the group. She had a gash in her leg. A bullet had creased her thigh. Drying blood ran in sheets down to her calf. Vickie sighed as she sank down beside Britney. "Master, the cops are fleeing. They've pulled back." "To regroup," Damien smiled.

He surveyed the parking garage. Smoke billowed from burning cars. Sprinklers hissed wherever the smoke rolled across the ceiling. Dead or dying cops littered the parking garage. The final thrall of Faust's, the Black man, staggered, clutching his spurting knee. He fell to the ground. A blur streaked by. Blood gushed from the thrall's throat. He teetered over and fell. Mary appeared out of the streaking blur, her body splattered with drops of blood.

The black-haired girl looked around, a pout appearing on their lips. "They're all dead, Sire." Samantha coalesced out of her crimson mist. Her naked body streaked with dripping blood. It splattered her glasses and clung to her long braid of brown hair. "I chased the last cops out of the south exit, Damien." "So there really are no more?" Mary pouted.

She leaned against Samantha. "And I was having so much fun." "What?" Rosa snarled, turning from the savage Texan's throat. "No more?" "There's still the priest," Damien growled, looking up at the ceiling, wishing he could peer through all the intervening floors.

"Where's Abigail?" Samantha asked. Damien froze, he cast his gaze about. "Abigail?" His voice echoed through the parking garage, a booming call. He cried again, his ears searching for any sound. None came back.

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Is she wounded? Dead? He couldn't catch her scent over the blood and the excitement bleeding off his vampiresses. Juices dripped down all their thighs, mingling with the blood that splattered their bodies. Damien's own dick ached in his pants. He wanted to take Abagail, fuck her hard, and cool his ardor before fighting the priest.

"Abigail!" "Abigail.Abiga.Abi.A." echoed back. "When was the last anyone saw her?" "She was over there," Samantha said, pointing towards the elevators. "Look, a few of her mesmerized cops are over there. They killed themselves when they ran out of other cops to kill." Damien moved at a run, his boots thudding as he raced through the parking garage.

Was she caught up in the trap that almost killed him? A vampire, probably the woman who stabbed Britney, used illusions to hide the Texan and the German. Damien threw a car out of his way with his telekinesis, running faster. Mary streaked past him, racing over the cars. She appeared on the far side, paused. She breathed in deeply, scenting the air. Damien pushed another car to the side, metal crumpling as it slammed into a red truck.

"I have her scent, Sire," Mary said. She crouched down, sniffing. "Yes, yes, she was here. She went that way, towards the elevator." Damien reached her side. Abigail's scent was clear, a mix of her tart pussy musk and the unique, salty aroma tinged with her favorite body wash.

A scent Damien had smelled on her clothing and her pillow all through their marriage. "I don't scent her blood," Mary added. "She was lured to the elevator," Damien growled. "There's a vampiress about.

She can use illusions. Do not trust your senses." "Then what do we trust, Sire?" Rosa demanded, joining him. Damien shook his head. He had no answer. "Donna, stay with the thralls. Protect my women." "I will, Sire," the vampiress answered, her voice ringing through the parking garage. "And what are we doing?" Samantha asked.

She bent down, wiping her glasses clean on the uniform of a dead cop. "Going up." The priest has my wife and my angel. Damien ached to rip his former friend and chaplain to pieces. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abigail followed Lynette as she raced down the halls, the hot scent of her pussy drawing Abigail on. Tangy, hot cunt and the promise of Lynette's salty blood. Heaving passion. Orgasms. Abigail trembled, drunk on the excitement of finding her friend after over a decade of searching.

Lynette flitted naked through a pair of iron doors burst inward, her breasts heaving, bouncing, still firm with her youth. Abigail's fingers clenched as her own breasts, though still gorgeous, had lost some of their perky firmness. She caught Lynette just on the other side. Abigail pulled her friend to her. The vampiresses kissed, moaning as their bodies pressed together. A new scent filled Abigail's nose—salty cum.

It overwhelmed her. The wicked scent thickened the air, drowning out everything. "Yes, yes, yes, Father," gasped a young woman. "Keep fucking me." Abigail moaned, the slap of flesh echoing, the sound of a hard cock sliding into a woman's tight ass. The grip of bowels on a shaft. The grunt of masculine passion. Abigail shuddered. Her pussy itched as she moaned into Lynette's lips. "Whore!" the man yelled. Father Augustine. Abigail pulled away from Lynette, sense knifing through Abigail's lust.

The priest, younger than Abigail had ever seen him, his muscles stretching the black fabric of his vestments, threw back his head and groaned. Abigail heard the spurts of cum flood the already filled ass of the blonde spasming on the desk. "You," Abigail hissed as a wave of pure lust ran through her.

She staggered, drinking in the sight of the priest's power. "You took.Aurora." Abigail shook her head. Her nipples ached, her clit throbbed. Her pussy clenched. She wanted to be fucked. "Abigail, how wonderful to see you again," the priest grinned.

"Oh, how long I have wanted to see you naked. I knew you were such a whore. Look at yourself. Without shame." "She's such a whore, Father," Lynette purred, pressing her body behind Abigail.

Hard nipples and round breasts rubbed on Abigail's back while Lynette's hands slid around Abigail's hips down to her pussy. Her dripping pussy. "She's so wet for you, Father." "No," Abigail groaned, shaking her head as the lust consumed her. "I can see the whore's desire in your eyes, Abigail," the priest said, his voice orating with the same intensity he preached at mass.

He slid his cock from the blonde's ass. Abigail's eyes locked on the large cock, shiny with cum. "You are but a slave to that sinful hole Lynette plays with," the priest said, facing Abigail, his cock pointing at her. "I can see the war in you, Abigail. You desire to be faithful to your husband, but your lusts demand that you give in. That you cheat on him." "No," Abigail groaned, shaking her head even as her right foot took a step forward.

Lynette giggled behind her. "You have lusted for other men. Burned to experience sinful congress with their bodies. Yearned to be penetrated and filled. You did not care who fucked you. "You just needed to be fucked." "No," Abigail groaned again and walked forward, entranced by the dick. Lynette let Abigail go. "Yes, yes, that's it. Worship his dick." "How many times did you cheat on Damien?" "Never," Abigail panted.

"Only when Faust dominated me. When I was.his.slave." "But you wanted to." Abigail's pussy clenched. "Yes! So what!" She reached the priest. His cock was there, begging to be sucked. To be fucked. Another shudder ran through Abigail. "I never acted!" "Yet." The priest's words snapped through her.

She staggered. The lusts surged in her. "Fall to your knees and worship it." "The cock of cocks," moaned Lynette as she nuzzled against Abigail's back again. What is happening to me? Abigail fell to her knees. The lust radiated out from the priest.

He was her enemy. He attacked her, sent his whores to kill her. She shouldn't be grasping his dick, stroking it, savoring the sour musk of the blonde's ass.

The angel's in him. He's devouring her lust and its infecting me. Knowing the truth didn't stop Abigail from leaning forward, her mouth opening. She pressed the tip of the priest's cock to her lips. Her eyes closed as a wonderful satisfaction rippled through her. Abigail's pussy clenched as she sealed her lips about the dick and sucked. The sour flavor of the blonde's ass mixed with the salty musk of the priest's cum. It was filthy and subservient to suck his dirty cock. Abigail moaned, her excitement growing as she slid more and more of his cock into her mouth, moaning, her tongue swiping.

Lust gripped her. She had to worship this cock. It dwarfed Damien's, Faust's, and all the men she was forced to fuck last night. The cock of cocks. None was more perfect.

"Yes, I knew you were a whore, Abigail," groaned the priest, his hand running through her red hair. Your whore. Abigail shuddered at the thought. It burned through her. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, eager to clean his cock and worship him. Her hands stroked the base and cupped his balls.

Her tongue swirled, gathering the sour flavor of the blonde's ass while her thighs squeezed together, rubbing on her clit. "I knew you were a slut. For as long as I knew you, I saw the wanton lust in your eyes. I waited the day you came crying into my confession, weeping over your indiscretion while knowing you had finally awakened to your whorish lust. Like all the other married women of my parish. "One day, you would have cheated on Damien. And done it again and again. Like Donna. Like Mrs.

Parson and Mrs. Tenor. You are all whores, parading your sins before me, exciting me. And now you shall satiate what you stirred. Now all you whores will surrender to me and spread your legs while your husbands watch.

"I will claim you all!" Yes! Abigail sucked harder. She moaned and groaned, her head swiveling. She rubbed the tip of his dick around her mouth, against her cheeks.

She took more of him. He brushed the back of her throat. She had to give her all to him. She had to surrender every ounce of herself.

Abigail deep-throated his cock. She swallowed every inch. She pressed her lips into his pubic hair, felt the curls tickle her flesh, breathed in his manly musk. His balls slapped her chin as he bucked. She moaned and swallowed, massaging and pleasing his dick, eager for him to spurt his cum into her. Then she slid her mouth up his shaft, sucking the entire way. His groans spurred her on. She squirmed, her clit aching, throbbing. She squeezed her thighs so tight together.

Pleasuring the priest's cock excited her. She slid her mouth down his cock as she came. The pleasure burst in the vampiress's nethers. She moaned about the burning shaft as it filled her throat again. Rapture gripped her. The priest groaned louder. I'm pleasing him! The pleasure crashed through her mind. She gripped it. Held onto it. She embraced it. The pleasure was amazing, wonderful. It washed over her, left her dizzy.

His fingers gripped her hair. He grunted, his balls slapping into her chin as he fucked her mouth. "Fucking whore! I knew it! You were like all the rest!" I am! .Abigail. Aurora whispered. .trapped.help. "Abigail!" Damien shouted. "Hallelujah!" the priest cried as he came down Abigail's throat.

The vampiress shuddered as the cum warmed her stomach. A second orgasm crashed through her body on the heels of the first. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shocked disgust gripped Damien when he entered Faust's office.

Abigail, on her knees, moaning about the priest's cock. The scent of her lust washed through the air. The ground between Damien and Father Augustine lay strewn with half-unconscious women. All fucked by the priest. Rage seized Damien. The priest fucked his wife.

Impotent fury propelled Damien across the room. Blood streamed from his machete as he leaped over the fallen women. The priest's head threw back as he came. Abigail's throat worked. She swallowed, noisily, with delight.

She's worshiping his cock! Why? Damien roared. The white oak crossbow bolt embedded into his chest at his sternum. Pain flared, burned. The purity embedded in the core of his body paralyzed him. His legs ceased to work in mid sprint. He pitched forward, landing on his side and rolling onto his back, his head lolling. Stared at his wife as she popped her lips off the priest's dick and stared up at Father Augustine with such worship.

Like she had for Faust. "Abigail," Damien groaned as his wife licked her lips. "His cock," his wife breathed. "What a cock. I have to feel it in me, Damien. I have to. It's so huge. So big." "She's a slave to her hole," the priest roared, his dick still hard.

Abigail bent over the desk. Beside it, the air rippled and two women appeared, the blonde who rescued the priest this morning holding a crossbow and.Lynette. His wife's missing friend, the vampiress controlling illusions. "No," Damien croaked, wishing he could move. He struggled to wiggle fingers, toes. "No, Abigail! You're my wife." "It's his cock," Abigail panted, wiggling her hips at the priest.

"Fuck me, Father! I need it! Please! Pound me! Give me that cock and make me moan!" "Kill him!" snarled Damien. "Rosa, Mary, rip him apart." "But his cock, Sire," Mary gasped, appearing beside the desk, her hand reaching to grab the dick. Samantha flowed around to the other side followed by Rosa.

All three vampiresses stared at the priest with worship. They stroked his thick shaft and guided him to Abigail's waiting pussy. Damien bucked, roaring his rage, ignoring the purity stabbed into his chest. "No, Abigail! Please!" "Fuck me, Father!" Abigail moaned.

"I need you in me. I want your cock! I want to cum!" Her words knifed through Damien. The priest thrust into Abigail. She tossed back her head. Damien's wife moaned her pure, unabashed delight as the cock stuffed her pussy. She shuddered and bucked on the desk, slamming her hips back into his thrusts.

"So good," she groaned. "It's so good. I love it. Keep pounding me, Father! Oh, yes! This cock!" "Hurry and cum in her so I can feel your dick again, Father," Mary moaned, humping against the priest's side.

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"You are my women!" Damien snarled. "I made you, Mary! Rosa! You are mine! Kill him!" "How can we serve you before him?" Rosa moaned. "How can we war against this man? He's perfect." "All women are whores craving the strongest," the priest grunted, his balls smacking into Abigail's flesh.

"And none are stronger than me!" "NO!" Damien's roar echoed through the room, mixing with Abigail's pants and moans. The married vampiress shook and shuddered on the desk, her face twisted with passion.

Her green eyes flashed and her breasts jiggled as she arched her back. Damien fought against the agony burning in his chest. He struggled to move. He reached out with his telekinesis and grabbed the bolt. He jerked at it. The head was barbed. Pain seared through him, the agony drowning out the humiliation of his wife's moans. "Fuck me, Father!

Oh, yes! Keep ramming that dick in me! Oh, god! Oh, fuck! Yes!" Abigail's orgasmic delight forced Damien to keep pulling on the bolt. Bone cracked. Flesh ripped. Smoke burst from his chest. His innards burned but he wouldn't stop. He would prove to his fickle whores he was the strongest. He would kill every man who touched his wife.

"Keep fucking me!" Abigail screamed. "Keep making me cum!" Her tart excitement filled Damien's nose. He could hear her pussy spasm about the priest's cock, the wet thrusts of his dick, the juices raining on the floor as they fell from her cunt. She gushed for the priest. Damien wrenched the bolt from his chest with his thoughts.

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Control returned to his body. Smoke billowed from the blackened hole in his sternum as Damien rose. He seized the bolt in his hand, embracing the searing pain as his palms burned. He charged the priest fucking his wife. Father Augustine's face twisted, too caught up in ramming his dick into Abigail's cunt to notice Damien. All the vampiress's were fixed on the union of the priest's flesh and Abigail. Damien stabbed. The sharp point of the crossbow bolt slammed into the priest's neck at his jugular.

The wood splintered and snapped.

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Not a drop of blood was shed. Damien gaped as he stared at the unmarred flesh of the priest. Not a drop of blood. Not even a red mark. "What are you?" Damien gasped. The priest's hand shot out and seized Damien's neck. Iron fingers crushed his throat. The priest lifted the vampire from the floor while his hips never stopped fucking Abigail. "I am the man you will grovel before. I am the man who claims your wife and whores. "I am king, born once more to rule mankind." Damien gurgled as the fingers tightened, crushing his trachea, cutting off his breathing.

"And your Abigail shall be my queen!" "Yes!" Abigail shouted. "Cum in me! Yes, yes! Flood me with your seed! Keep infecting me with Aurora's lust!

I love it! I need it! Make me cum!" To be concluded.


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Divorce, a Job at K-Mart, and the New young Black Manager Chapter three This young black woman's name is "Chandra" she is taller than Ashley and has undone her top exposing an equally attractive set of smaller, but firmer breasts and was quite forcefully pushing them against her!. She is "surprised" at how strong and forceful this woman is along with the fact that she is not going to be denied! Ashley still naked and trembling with concern has no idea what this woman is going to do, and is virtually helpless do to the drinks and the forcefulness of this aggressive young black woman.

So does not try to, nor can she resist at all, only being able to blurt out please. please don't hurt me!. Chandra then says, Oh! Sweety I'm not going to hurt you.

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well not very much anyway? Ashley's heart is pounding again as she feels one of the woman's hands and sharp fingernails just barely and so sensually start to dig into the soft wet flesh surrounding her slit and clit! The sound of the restroom door opening and two other women entering, and talking about what had just happened on the dance floor is interrupted at the perverted sight of these two naked women, one young and black and the other older and white!

Ashley is even more embarrassed as the the crowd out side that watched was in the dark and the bright lights of the community room dance floor kept her from actually seeing them, but now these two black women are up close, and friends of Chandra the woman who is man handling her. She then calls them by name saying I have only got her "Ashley" for a moment and would they mind helping as she pushes Ashley down onto her knees!

Ashley naked barely feels the cold tile floor as one woman grabs her wrists pulling them up together behind her back, leaving her exposed and totally helpless! As the other has a hold of her beautiful hair forcefully tilting her head back kneeling down and holding her helplessly so she is unable to move. Then Chandra this dominant younger female has unzipped her dress pulling it entirely off that has left her already bare breasts, and now her bottom and pubes equally naked and exposed!

The look on her face is wanton and obscene as she bends her knees slightly and has placed her over stimulated wet glistening cunt right in Ashley's face! It is quite obvious now what she expects Ashley to do, as her well trimmed pubic mound with cunt lips dripping and slightly open and her clit only inches from Ashley's beautiful red lips!

Ashley has no choice as the young woman say's, pleasure me sweety and you better make it good or I will whip your ass or have David give you to me, for the week end and really show you what a lesbian bitch of a woman like me can do to you!

She is hesitant, but only for a moment and now is more than willing to obey. Again never having done anything like this to another woman has left her uncertain as to her ability intent or of the aggressiveness that might be needed! All is moot as the champagne and erotic naked dance has removed every bit of her inhibitions and has made her feel so sexually ready to do anything that is perverse and nasty, things she would have never done before, to another woman and especially a black one!

Ashley now with little hesitation and with aggressiveness she never knew she had, takes a big mouthful of girls wet puffy lips slit and clit! At the same time the woman kneeling and holding her hair has slipped her fingers underneath and between Ashley's soft white ass cheeks and has found her over stimulated and equally wet cunt lips and clit! The young woman now says in a deep voice my pussy is yours. Suck it, or whatever you want.

to do. as she eagerly pushes forward the muscles in her bottom and thighs tighten in perverse anticipation! The woman kneeling with her hand in the perfect place has started to expertly manipulate Ashley's most sensitive sexual being, as she more aggressively continues to finger her. Ashley can no longer help herself and with desire just moments ago, gorges herself completely on this bare well shaven pussy and labia lips, that had been hanging down so sinfully perverted and also accessible as this woman straddles her head!.

I'm telling you woman, Chandra says.suck me, my clit until I cum. Not my lips, just my clit! For Ashley she didn't need to be told twice. Tilting her head up just a little more she was able to get a good hold on Chandra's clit with her teeth making the gal tremble and jerk!.

She must have been close to orgasm as within moments her hands had a hold of Ashley's head and was forcefully grinding her soft wet cunt into her and trying to aggressively face fuck this older white woman's face! Ashley had never fantasized about investigating another woman's genitals, but she opened her legs wider and bent down even more placing more of her weight against Ashley's face as she held her head to her muff even tighter!

Her cunt lips were wet, so wet!.Oh she gasped I'm going to cum my gawd, she screeched in a higher voice don't stop! Ashley with renewed encouragement suddenly clamped her teeth again on the young woman's clit and re assumed sucking and biting it voraciously. The feeling of course was incredible as she forced her clit further into Ashley's mouth! Chandra's orgasm started slow as about the same time the woman that was fingering Ashley really pinched her fingernails sadistically into her clit and then both at almost the same time inured a most incredible orgasm!

The woman on her knees was encouraging Ashley by saying things like faster, chew on her clit, white bitch harder make her cum, eat that pussy good! Ashley needed little encouragement as her sinful wonderful orgasm had given her all the ardent desire she needed to do so!

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Chandra was panting and moaning with the heat and passion of release and with a short gasp of relief she straightened her legs and as she did so her wet cunt and swollen clitoris grudgingly pulled out of Ashley's mouth with a nasty sounding pop! The two women left Ashley helplessly on her knees gasping for air, where eventually her breathing subsided and her senses returned to normal.

Chandra also was becoming her old self saying, girl you did good I think I would love to have you for the evening or a week end, have David bring you by?

Now back in command, she has told the two women to take Ashley back to the dance floor! With her beautiful red dress still laying on the floor and no one making any attempt to retrieve it, she was helplessly pushed ahead of these two women as they held her tight!

Ashley with some of the champagne worn off was at first reluctant to go, and tried to resist some but the women had easily taken her out into the crowd still naked and wearing only her red hi heels, white garter belt and stockings, with Chandra leading the way! She had made no effort to put her dress back on either and was also totally nude! Several of the black brothers along with David were waiting outside the ladies restroom. However David already knew what had gone on.

as he had earlier encouraged Chandra to bid on Ashley's panties knowing full well what would happen. As he wanted to see how Ashley would react to a direct and aggressive sexual advance from a forceful lesbian and apparently she responded exactly as he thought she would, again him being a master of perception. Of the black men waiting to dance with Ashley, one was somewhat older and had earlier witnessed the perverse sexual display on the dance floor with Chandra, and were waiting their turn as they two wanted to dance with this attractive naked older woman!

David purposely stepped back letting them take their turn with her, as he was going to have her for the rest of the evening, and the weekend. He really wanted her to experience everything that these horny aggressive men could think of to threaten her with.

This would happened by them whispering all sorts of sexually perverse things they wanted to do in her ear, or taking dreadful liberties with her exposed naked body on the dance floor! Ashley still hesitant was surprised by what she saw as she emerged from the ladies restroom?

Most all of the couples were dancing, but the surprise was that of the couples the men except for a few were still fully dressed in their suits and ties, but all of the women were either completely naked or like her wearing almost nothing. She was also surprised that there were a number of black women dancing with white men, more than she had first realized! Still awe struck by this spectacle. as another glass of champagne was thrust into her hand and her other was grabbed as she was being pulled towards the dance floor!

She gulped it down washing the taste of Chandra's pussy away and easily renewing her interest in dancing with this new hansom black male that was holding her hand and pulling her toward the music, and colorful lights.

This time with her inhibitions again no where to be found set her glass down on the bar. and was now pulling him out onto the dance floor! It was another slow sultry song that made any couple that was listening, and especially dancing to it smoking hot with perverted lust for one another, and these two were no exception!

The black dude she was dancing with had grabbed her rather tightly and had pulled her helplessly to him leaving no room at all between them for her big bare breasts. Again she could hardly breathe as he held her oh so tight. With his lips nex to her ear she heard him say. how would you like to spend a week on a cruise ship in the Bahamas with an all black male crew, as this was where he worked during the summer, and he could arrange it. But if she went clothes were optional!

One of their stops in the Caribbean, was a resort that catered to older white women that lusted to experience every conceivable type of kinky perverted sex and wild party one could think of with the local islanders that were reported to be well endowed!

He being quite strong had put his knee into her wet pubic folds and had lifted her up slightly making it almost impossible for her to dance as her toes were just barely touching the floor, thus leaving her literally helpless with her legs clamped around his. She could feel the substantial bulge next to her pubes as they danced.and the thought of her being on a cruise ship with an all black crew wearing nothing or at a resort in the Caribbean that only existed for women like her to experience, and be sexually pleasured or abused was do mostly to the champagne and the circumstances, and to Ashley seemed most appealing.

As the song came to an end the next man that had been waiting, cut in.as this dance was fast an hot, Ashley after her wild dance with Chandra earlier had easily reawakened her kinky zeal more than enough to let it all hang out! Back and forth they went with her bare white bottom jiggling and her big tits totally unencumbered and flying around. toward the end of the dance he grabbed a big hand full of her snatch and lifted her up over his head swinging her around faster and faster!

As he did his fingers dug into her pussy and cunt hole deeper and deeper! Most of the other dancers either stopped to watch or moved out of the way. As this wild dance came to an end. he lowered her down and at the same time spun her around in one place on the floor keeping his hand and fingers in her as he went. Never leaving her wet pussy as he continued to spin her around and around on her bare bottom until she was so dizzy she could barely see, and close to another orgasm.

Finally he pulled his fingers free, sticking them up in the air and then licking them to the amusement of the crowd that was again clapping hooting and whistling! Ashley just laid there naked in garter belt and heels trembling and unable to move still dizzy and having a hard time regaining her senses. Her first vision was of the older gentleman standing over her that seemed to be interested, and caring about her. As the music started again he helped her up, and said hi, my name is Ben.

This time the music was slow and geared for pelvic grinding. She could hardly stand and great fully put her arms around his neck and easily let him guide her around the dance floor as before her heels seemed to barely touch the floor, but this time for quite a different reason.

After a while she was able to do some of the dancing on her own. This allowed her to loosen her grip and get a better look at him? He was older and had a well trimmed graying mustache but surprisingly looked a lot like. David? Wondering, she was finally able to make eye contact and what she saw seemed to give her perverse chills!

Not the kind that scared one mind you, but the feeling of some sort of sinister motive the kind that made her innermost perverted sexual feelings respond more like animal lust.and to come alive. This for Ashley was a twisted feeling that had never been tapped, and all of this just from the look in his eyes!

During the dance though he acted very gentlemanly and seemed so kind, almost like an old friend. His voice was soothing and she easily relaxed, with this easily giving away to a helpless submissive feeling that she would, with little concern do anything he asked.

The feeling was wonderful but his words were quite different. They started out by him simply saying, I am a "sexual sadist", I torture and abuse women just for the fun of it, and I would love to do the same to you?

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The words at first, were again so smooth matter of fact and the meaning of them took several minutes to actually sink in as, they danced! Ashley was trembling again, at first hesitant and then with tempered curiosity and wonder asked quite boldly, well Ben what kind of sexual torture would you do to me?

She held her breath expecting him to say something like a brutal whipping or some sort of perverted breast and genital torture? But his answer surprised her and was much different than she had expected. This older gentleman went on to say, I give women orgasms, multiple orgasms! Ashley sighed and relaxed as she said, that does not seem like torture to me?

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Ben then went on to say, no you don't understand. I give them multiple and mind blowing orgasms the kind that make women cum so hard that their body hurts and are sexually drained and can give no more, then they are again, and again taken to the very edge of incredible sexual stimulation! This type stimulation is then repeated over and over again! Ashley still not quite fully comprehending his answer said, and now being a bit of an adventurist, sounds like some really kinky and abusive fun to me?

This older gentleman then said, fun.you will see! I will have David bring you by the clinic where I work and show you what I do for a living, and then to my personal studio where I can give you a sample of what I do in the way of, what you seem to think is sadistic fun!. Women like you are perfect for the kind of sexual sadistic torture and abuse I have in mind!

Ashley now intrigued and her interest really peaked asks why.why would a woman like me be so appealing to you, and why would you want me?

Ben goes on to say, well first of all I am a lot like David, very perceptive when it come to women, what they want and what they need and as you have suspected we are related as I am his uncle. Also I am a resident physician at this clinic, perhaps you have heard of me?

Doctor Benjamin Desaude I am a specialist. The women I see at the clinic are sexually repressed and sadly, are women that have never had a real orgasm. I, in my practice use all sorts of medical techniques to insure they experience sexual release.

Traditional, non traditional psycho therapy hypnotic therapy as well as a number of mechanical and electro simulators, and of course all of the new drugs that enhance a woman's ease and ability to have incredible orgasms all are available to me! But the studio is a place where I indulge my personal sadistic side and for me is a place to play!

It is a place where adventurous women like you come to experience the ultimate in sexual pleasure and total physical release! The kind that few women can even imagine, and I can easily see that you would be perfect to experience one or more of my intimate studio sessions. Ashley then says. how can you possibly say a thing like that? You do not know anything about me? The gentleman goes on to say, Ashley I know everything about you!

The tone of his voice was again smooth mater of fact and that of a man that was quite self assured and knew exactly what he was about to say!

His comment was followed by, you are a 34 year old divorced mother of two. You lost your ungrateful children in a one sided custody battle to your ex, and this has left you alone, on your own and devastated. You moved to this city to start over where you met David. You being alone, were terrified at your age to even consider a relationship with a man! David was quite charming and you were so lonely.

You were also reluctant to consider dating, much less have a meaningful relationship with a man, especially a black one almost ten years your junior Your only sexual relief during most of your marriage and recently has been masturbation. You have not had sexual intercourse since your children were conceived and you have been manipulated and pleasured numerous times over the last several month by David including this evening, and by the young lesbian woman Chandra.

You desperately want David to be your first real lover in over ten years and you will do most anything he asks, and now could care less what anyone thinks, or that he is young and black! Your morals sexual desire and view of society have drastically changed over the last month. You are now ripe and ready for just about any kind of kinky sexual experience that comes your way!

Ben then said, have I missed anything? Ashley was stunned by this simple and very accurate account of her life, trying to act as if none of what he said. was true? Then she blurted out without thinking how could you possibly know all of that or whether any of it is. true? Ashley. Ben went on to say, think about for a moment, what you have just said.

You are at a singles dance, dancing with a total stranger and are completely naked. many of the couples here are interracial and if you have not noticed am black! Furthermore I have already placed several hypnotic suggestions in that pretty little head of yours and you will. I assure you do any thing I ask ! The feeling in her genitals was almost burning as her thoughts quickly returned to sexually perverted things he might do to her or have her helplessly submit to, by only his power of suggestion?

How she thought, could he have possibly placed hypnotic suggestions in her mind with out her knowing about it! He then told her first, this evening you will have some of the best and most incredible sex with David! But I did not need to place much of a. suggestion about this in your mind as you and him are more than ready for sex! Second anytime you are in my presence and around me you will do exactly what I ask, and again I assure you that you will, do anything, and one will be to come to my studio!

This is where you will experience only a small taste of my perverse sexual expertise while in my care, with numerous stimulating sexual experience's and intense orgasms that will leave you only wanting more! As the music stopped he held her close and gave her a kiss that left her breathless, then saying I will give you a little sample this evening of what the power of my suggestions can bring and I look forward to seeing you soon!

Then he spun her around and into David's waiting arms, as the last dance for her this evening was going to be with him and his plans for her so far had gone exactly as he planned.

The rest of the evening would be some of the best and most memorable that Ashley could ever imagine. in the way of exhibition romance and incredible sex! It was now about midnight and although the dancing would officially end at 2:00 am David was more than ready to enjoy all of the sexual pleasures this older attractive woman he so adored and lusted after would easily surrender to him!

He had taken off his coat and had placed it over her bare shoulders and had escorted her out of the community room and into the long well lighted hall.

There were a number of other couples and a bunch of single men that were either returning to the bar or their rooms from several of the other community room activities on this floor.

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His coat could not be buttoned as there was no way it would be able to do so and cover her big breasts! As they walked down the hall they passed the good doctor she had earlier danced with, and as they did so he snapped his fingers! One would have to be listening closely in order to hear the snap of his fingers, and at the same time said have fun tonight Ashley!

She only moments after without any warning removed Davids coat. Handing it to him, saying that she did not need it and that she was plenty warm enough without it, emphasizing that she was really hot! Several of the couples almost choked as she stood there stark ass naked as the good doctor said again with a knowing smile, tonight as it is on me Ashley!

Ashley now with David in tow entered the elevator and into a group of well dressed men that were on their way to the bar, she said standing there naked quite loudly to anyone listening I am really "hot and need a drink"! Several of the men quickly offered to buy her what ever kind of drink she wanted! David slowed down what was happening by punching it the upper floor luxury suites and reminding her that they had other plans for the evening much to the detain of the horny men!

As the elevator passed through several floors she was getting plenty of attention by first removing her garter belt and handing it to one of the wide eyed men that she had easily let fondle her! This was followed by removing first one of her red hi heels and precariously standing on the other as she slowly rolled down one of her stockings and handing it to another man that had been admiring her beautiful bare legs and naked well shaven pubes!

As the elevator stopped and started she almost fell and hands lots of them reached out and grabbed to steady her! But they seemed to grab only her big tits! Now with one stocking gone she did the same with the other in an elevator version of a quickie Gypsy Rose Lee burlesque striptease! Numerous cell phone cameras recorded all of her exposed lovely nakedness and the willing total unconcerned look on her face!

The elevator stopped at the Sky Room Bar and Ashley was ready to follow them to the public bar wearing only her red hi heels and with no concern what so ever that she was stark ass naked! David of course was having a hard time pulling her back into the elevator and had hug and hold her as she tried to leave with them.

As the door closed she blew several kisses to those men that were encouraging her to have a nightcap with them, saying she would give them a rain check this time! It was all David could do to calm her down as the elevator stopped at the upper floor executive suites these were very expensive rooms and one that David had reserved and planned on using for this very special occasion!. Continued in Chapter Four


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Mistress Helene and Mandy

This is a story of domination and submission. It contains watersports.

Thank you to Bob_Aganoush for his review and suggestion of a sequel.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.

Chapter One

Mistress Helene was in a particularly foul mood. She had been working with Grace for over two years and had settled into a very pleasant D/s relationship with her [ed. note: see "Mistress Helene and Grace" for the backstory on how they met]. Grace's rough edges as a butch lesbian were rounded off under Helene's tutelage, and all of her friends agreed that Grace was the best sub she had ever had. Helene was in full agreement with their assessment, and even had thoughts of a longer term relationship with the young ebony haired beauty. But that was not to be. Grace had been transferred by her employer to the other side of the county, and it had been over two weeks since she'd left. Grace's departure, needless to say, left a yawning gap in Helene's life.

The tall curvy blonde was eyeing a large pile of laundry, a pile Grace would have tackled with aplomb, eagerly washing, folding and ironing their clothes. That chore now fell to her, and she hated to do the laundry. She made enough money to pay a full-time maid, in fact an army of maids, but her lifestyle wouldn't allow it. Helene had long ago started jealously guarding her privacy, and having a regular maid poking around her house just wouldn't do. There were times after sessions with her subs where harnesses with dildos, vibrators and butt plugs were casually scattered throughout the house. No, Helene and her subs would maintain the interior of the large estate, with only an occasional contractor coming in to help.

Reminding herself once again why she couldn't have a maid, the seasoned Domme was just getting ready to sort the clothes into piles when her phone rang, signaling welcome relief from this mundane chore.

"Hello?" the blonde haired Domme answered, her fingers absentmindedly twirling the long straight locks between her fingers.

"Helene? This is Keisha. Do you remember me from the Club?"

There was a pause as Helene searched her memory. Keisha ... Keisha ... oh yes ... it was at least a couple months ago that she was introduced to Keisha and her sub at a Club event. Helene had thought little of the interaction, other than to note that her sub seemed to be young and pretty. "I wonder what she wants?" the tall elegant blonde wondered.

"Yes. I believe we were introduced a few months ago."

"That's right. Through our mutual friend Eloise. You've got a good memory."

"What can I do for you?"

"Unfortunately I need to have back surgery. I have a slipped disc, and the operation needs to happen soon. I've arranged to have my sister come and stay with me to manage my recovery. She's a registered nurse."

"I'm sorry to hear about your back, but glad to hear you've got support."

"Well, my sister doesn't know about my sexual proclivities. She doesn't know that I'm a lesbian and that I have a sub living with me. I may be laid up for a few months, so I'm going to have to find a new home for my sub. I heard about Grace's transfer, and was wondering if you might be willing to take her?"

Helene's interest was piqued. The call couldn't have come at a better time.

"Tell me about her."

"Her name is Miranda, but I call her Mandy. She's 24, just a couple years out of college. She's working as a fitness instructor and is living with me and learning to be a sub. I hate to give her up."

Helene was of the mindset "nothing ventured, nothing gained."

"I'm interested."

There was a slight pause before Keisha formed her response. "If you like her, how about we then work out the terms of compensation?"

Helene, giving no thought to the outcomes, responded quickly. "Sure, we can work that out later if there seems to be a fit. How about we set up an interview at my house? Maybe this Friday at 7 p.m.?"

"I'm pretty sure I have your address. She'll be there at 7."

Helene went back to sorting laundry, her mood improved as she at least saw light at the end of the tunnel. Grace had basically fallen into her lap, and it was such a pain to locate and train a new sub. She made a mental note to call Eloise and ask about Keisha.

The next morning Helene went about her usual business, tending her clients as a financial advisor at a well-known brokerage house. Midway through the morning she remembered that she was to give Eloise a call. Thankfully she had a 15 minute gap in her schedule. She rolled her chair towards her door to call out to her assistant, whose desk was located right outside her office.

"Jim, can you see if you can locate Eloise Havenhurst? I'd like to talk to her."

Helene rolled her chair behind her desk and attended to paperwork until Eloise was located. A few minutes later her line buzzed.

"Eloise on line 2"

"Thanks Jim."

Helene hit line 2. "Hi Eloise."

"It's been a while. I'm sorry to hear about Grace. I can't believe how much fun we had with her and how much she enjoyed the humiliation and the sex."

"Tell me about it. She was a gift."

"So what's up?"

"Keisha gave me a call."

There was a pause. "So she told you about her back surgery?"

"She did."

"And she offered you Mandy."

"Take her," Eloise said emphatically.

Helene's spirits were lifted. "I like what you're saying. Tell me why."

"She's kind of the opposite of Grace. She's naturally submissive and very feminine. But like Grace she's very young and beautiful."

"Sounds like my kind of girl. I'm supposed to interview her this Friday."

"Helene, I've known you and your collection of subs over the past ten years. I'm pretty sure this is a good fit."

"I owe you one," the blonde said gratefully.

"Maybe a drink sometime. Let me know how it goes."

The conversation continued with a discussion of their respective careers, Eloise being a successful commercial real estate broker. They also discussed the Club, and Eloise's current sub, Nikki, who was about three months into her training. Eloise was having difficulties with Nikki's anal training and solicited a few bits of advice from her more experienced friend.

That night Helene thought about the Friday interview, which was only two days away. She hadn't had sex in the two weeks since Grace departed and was feeling particularly randy. She sat in her soaking tub, the hot water opening her pores and draining away the stress of the day. Her hand wandered between her legs, rubbing her sex as her mind started dreaming about her new sub. She would teach her the art of making love to a woman. She would teach her to love pain and humiliation. She would invite her friends over and they would use her new sub in every way they could imagine. Her fingers moved deftly over her pussy, parting her lips and letting the warm water wash inside her, increasing her already overheated desire. She used her other hand to manipulate her anus, massaging the tight ring of muscle that guarded her back channel. The combination of the hot bath and the skillful fingers brought Helene to a gut wrenching orgasm, her body thrashing in the tub, splashing water over the sides, as she mentally pictured the sub worshipping her pussy.

Helene spent much of the rest of the time between then and Friday night trying to stay busy, keeping her mind off of her new sub, trying to avoid the endless cycle of speculation and anxiety. Finally, the work day on Friday ended early and it was back on the train to her home in the suburbs. Helene gazed out the window, watching the grayish black tones of the gritty underbelly of New York City pass through her view, but seeing her faceless sub kneeling between her legs.

Chapter Two

It was Friday night at 6:58 p.m. There was a failing light outside as the last vestiges of the day's sunshine disappeared. Helene stood in her living room, footing tapping nervously, periodically peering out the large living room window to witness the arrival of her new sub. She was wondering what she would look like. She was so used to Grace's hardened looks that to have a feminine presence in her house would be an interesting change. While she was musing there was a faint knock at her door. She looked at her watch. It was precisely 7:00 p.m.

Helene flipped on the outside light and expectantly opened her front door as the cold night air rushed in. There was nothing at eye level but an instant later she saw the sub, kneeling and nude, her clothes carefully folded next to her, on the frigid concrete porch. The outside light that she had turned on illuminated the entire porch area, so the sub's naked body was exposed to neighbors and passersby. Helene saw first the top of her head, long curly auburn locks trailing down her back, her head slightly bowed. She was kneeling, her legs spread slightly apart, exposing her cleanly shaven sex. Under the harsh artificial light her skin was almost a pure white, looking as if she was a beautiful mare blanc with a chestnut colored mane, paying homage to her new master.

Her appearance startled even a seasoned Domme as Helene. She gasped as she saw the naked form before her, posing as if a statue in a museum, so perfect in a submissive position. Helene broke her routine as a Domme, reaching down to help up her new submissive and bring her into the shelter of her warm house, leaving her clothes behind. Helene wanted desperately to hug and hold this beautiful creature, to caress her every curve, but resisted those maternal impulses. Instead, she said, "Inspection."

The sub scrambled to her Inspection position, kneeling, knees wide apart, eyes straight forward and hands behind her head. Helene intended to critically watch the sub as she assumed the position, but was so taken by the grace of her sub's movements that she watched as if an admirer from afar. The older Domme snapped into the present as the sub settled into the Inspection position, staring straight ahead, avoiding her Mistress's gaze. Helene approached her sub, walking in a slow circle around her, admiring the perfection of her body, the inside light now making her skin luminescent.

Helene's mind was a swirl of thoughts, wonderful thoughts, as she viewed this work of art as an inheritance from a rich relative. Prior to Mandy's arrival, she had tried to tame her expectations. She told herself after that conversation with Keisha that she could be disappointed. She didn't know if the former Domme did a good job of training the sub, and of course didn't know what she looked like. But this! "Why had she been bestowed with such a treasure?" she thought. It could be nothing less than the act of a diety.

Helene held her arm out, tracing her finger about the sub's nubile body, outlining the face, feeling the soft line of the back of the neck, tracing around the shoulder blades and down each vertebrae to the small of the back, raising the small hairs on the sub's quivering body. As her finger was making its magical journey her mind wandered, as if on the best high of her life. It wandered to areas of her mind that hadn't been accessed in years, opening the doors to Helene's youth. Helene had once been the young beauty, being trained first as a sub to the best Domme in New York City, and then asserting her dominant side at the shoulders of other well-known Dommes. Now she was Mistress Helene. It was a long road going through years of training and even more years learning the art of managing a submissive.

Helene knew at a young age that she was different. She knew to her core at a time when kids were more concerned with less important matters. She watched people. She was fascinated by their movements, their motivations, and their outward emotions. In another life, she once thought, her level of sensitivity was akin to a dancer, and more particularly a ballerina. She could communicate with her body.

When she was a new sub, her then Domme had two other subs living with her. Helene was able to learn with these other more experienced women about the art of serving their Mistress. It was as if she was a new dog joining the pack. Helene knew her place was at the back of that pack, having to earn her position closest to their Mistress's bed. But earn it she did, consciously with perfect attention to detail, but also unconsciously with the unspoken words from her body. Her Domme was in love with Helene's body, constantly praising it as Helene was between her legs, eating her juicy, ripe cunt and her delectable ass.

All these thoughts came to the fore. Helene had once been the girl kneeling before her. If she could rewind her life fifteen long years, she would be on her knees, looking straight ahead, yearning for the opportunity to serve. It was as if she was in the past and present at the same time.

Helene was ecstatic. So much to think about, so much to plan.

Eloise was emphatic in her advice. "Take her," she said. Helene respected Eloise, and her advice if anything, was understated. "I not only want to take her, without her speaking a word, I never want to let her go," Helene thought. Now the new Domme's thoughts went the other direction. Could Keisha change her mind? Would her sub accept her? A chill went up Helene's spine. She wasn't mine yet, she thought. I could lose her.

But first, the new Domme had to act out her part, making minor corrections in the sub's posture and arm position, testing the firmness of her muscles, while thinking about her new treasure. So this is how a pirate captain felt, standing on the deck of a new plundered prize, dreaming about what pleasures lay ahead.

The sub felt the finger of her new Domme, pressing down on her lower lip so she could see her teeth. The sub's mind was elsewhere. As she surveyed her surroundings Mandy thought the entranceway to the house was classic and beautiful. The Oriental rug beneath her knees she judged to be of fine quality, as were the paintings from a well-known local artist that adorned the walls. The sub could see this woman had impeccable taste. Mistress Keisha was a real estate developer and had a magnificent home not far from Helene's. The sub knew that Mistress Keisha would only give her to someone she knew would be suited to her. And the sub knew that Mistress Keisha was in mortal internal pain, both from her back and the knowledge that the two of them would have to part.

The sub's adrenaline also surged when she first saw her new Domme. She too had had a few days to think about her new role. She was only told that Helene was well respected in the community and had nothing but glowing references. However, there were no pictures, and then only talk that Helene was a handsome, elegant woman.

The sub was overwhelmed by her first real look, in the entranceway, in the revealing inside light. She saw a tall woman, accentuated by heels, with straight blonde hair in an elegant upswept hairdo, crisp business attire and striking legs. The jacket did nothing to disguise the impressive swell of the Domme's breasts. The sub noticed the confident stride, the cadence in harmony with her body's movements. She also noticed Mistress Helene's precise movements and restrained dispassionate facial expressions, both signs of the exercise of practiced dominance.

The sub too was overwhelmed by her good fortune. She too had tried to manage her expectations. During the two days she had to ponder the change she imagined a shorter, sterner woman of average physical appearance. The house would be modest, but tasteful. But this! The entranceway itself overshadowed the value of a small house. And the Domme was a tall woman, an elegant beauty of impeccable taste.

The sub's heart was pounding as Mistress Helene circled her. Mandy was already hardwired to serve, but she was beyond motivated as she processed her flood of positive emotions. Mistress Helene stalked Mandy like a lioness stalks a gazelle, eyeing her prey while walking around her. Mandy could feel the Domme's eyes raking her body as Helene memorized every curve and swell of her body and admired the well-defined nature of her muscles, no doubt the product of hundreds of hours of work in the fitness studio. Mandy knew that she had meticulously followed the instructions of Mistress Keisha, and that her adherence to the strict rules of discipline should be reflected in her outward presentation.

Mistress Helene had already concluded that she was going to keep Mandy if Mistress Keisha would surrender her. Her perfunctory movements in the entranceway were necessary to instill in her new sub the mindset that breaks in discipline would not be tolerated. Yet, she could barely resist the temptation to take this delicious creature right there and right then on the Oriental rug. But her years of training allowed her to resist that temptation, instead indifferently waving her hand to signal to the sub that she was to crawl behind her.

Mandy admired her new Mistress's restraint, minimizing her commands and economizing on her movements. She had clearly managed many subs before her. She crawled, following Mistress Helene, up the stairs to the Domme's sleeping chambers. No detail was missed by the naturally curious sub as she climbed the stairs on her hands and knees. Mistress Helene never looked back, knowing that to do so would imply that her commands would not be followed precisely. The sub was now on her knees on a cream colored wool berber carpeting that covered the entirety of the master suite. Her knees nestled into the soft carpeting as she watched her Mistress sit in one of the two upholstered chairs in the bedroom. The Domme slowly spread her legs as far apart as her skirt would allow, revealing a shadowy space between them that was Mandy's ultimate goal.

The sub stared at that space, the tip of her tongue inadvertently slipping out from between her lips. The Domme saw the small break in discipline and smiled, knowing that her new sub wanted her as much as she wanted her new sub. She had other things in mind first, now closing her legs and extending her heel clad foot forward, pointing the toe towards the expectant sub.

"You've been trained in the art of pleasuring a woman?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Show me."

Mistress Helene's body was already buzzing with an energy fueled by anticipation. She watched as the sub drew closer to her foot, her soft hands gently slipping off the new black patent leather pump. She licked the top of the shoe, which was to be expected, but then suckled on the heel, moving it in and out of her mouth, showing her Mistress her will to submit. Then to underscore her submission, she turned the shoe over, taking the flat of her tongue and licking the bottom of the shoe before placing the shoe on the carpet. Mistress Helene marveled at the ease at which her new sub demonstrated fealty to her new Mistress.

Mistress's bare foot was next. The carefully painted toes were each rolled between Mandy's fingers, relaxing the muscles, and then placed one by one in her mouth, each to be worshipped by her tongue. The well-trained sub then licked the bottom of the Domme's foot, causing it to curl and for Helene to suppress a laugh induced by the tickling sensation of the wet tongue.

Satisfied, Helene offered the other foot for the same painstaking treatment. By now, the place between the Domme's legs was now sticky with the warm discharge from her pussy, her body now anticipating the pleasures to come. Helene simply nodded her head, signaling her assent for the sub to go further, kissing up the inside of her legs, pressing them apart.

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