Then she made us girls roll over on our tummies and, to our dismay, lift up our shifts in back.
The boys exclaimed when they saw our damaged tushies.
The marks seemed to excite some deep primal male interest in them.
They were the marks other men had ordered, mistress explained, our real owners, who wished to let the boys know that even though they might enjoy us, we did not belong to them.
We each belonged already to a lovemaster, and he was merely loaning us to these nerdy boys for his own.
| She is so young and beautiful, I had to actually FORCE him to violate her yesterday. He fears such innocence, yet she is old enough for love, don't you think? Look at that cute little ass she has! But she had an ally, one I wasn't aware of at the time, and now they've very much come to her rescue. They've come after me, and I must be careful. They're old enemies, from long ago. I worked for them once, but, in they're mind, I betrayed them. It's nothing like that, really. They screwed me and I left. | But, ever since, they've been after me. And now they truly do want me dead, after years of letting the matter rest. Ms. Tuppence has enlisted them to wipe me out, and they're very good at that sort of thing, if they really put their mind to it. Their people wear gold watches with a snake etched into the watch band. If you ever see anyone walking around with a watch like that, let me know. Probably, even if you were standing next to such a person, you wouldn't notice the snake if you looked at their watch band. But sometimes, if the light catches it just right, or you look really closely, you'll see the snake. So I mention that to you. |
| Beware of that, since we're seeing each other now. Let me know if such a person ever comes into your life. My tummy felt odd and cold. And when, well, when whatever happens happens, it blows my mind. The flight cruised on. They had us draw the shades so we could watch a movie. The film was boring, but in the darkness Brent and I necked. I was really getting to like him now. | At the airport, despite the high prices, he'd bought me a fur coat. It hung in the closet at the rear of First Class at the moment, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Imagine, my very own fur! I let Brent grope my breasts and I found the tent in his pants and caressed it. We were really getting hot and heavy as the film wound on through some boring plot about space aliens. We have come to conquer earth. ' Yeah, right. Well, I'd come to serve man. |
My man, Brent. Whenever a stewardess passed we had to stop. After all, they might be thinking he was my father. We didn't want to look improper! Brent had me pretty high in all my erogenous zones when he drew a pair of police handcuffs from his inner jacket pocket. I think we were all excited by the prospect of intermingling with all the handsome men in the crowd. They wore dark suits and ate with beautiful women beside them, yet their eyes were upon us mostly, abosorbing our every movement, unsure when or if they'd get another chance to see such young females being put through such horrid ordeals. Cheyenne gave a heart rending cry as a woman she presented her breastful of fruit to chose to tickle her cunny as she mouthed fruit from her tits. I can't hold it if you do that, ma'am! Cheyenne begged. She was standing with her legs apart, but her ass jammed together in back, desperately trying to hold in her enema. She wanted to cross her legs but that was, of course, quite forbidden. At the castle one of the first rules we'd been taught was to never cross our legs. Cheyenne screamed a little scream as the women kept on tickling her. The woman cared not the least about Cheyenne. She simply wished to entertain herself. As I watched, my bed mate found herself unable to hold in her liquor under the relentless assault.
| There was a sudden cry of surrender from her. Shivering right down her spine to her toes, her ass cheeks tremored and released their load. A shower of shit-colored liquor burst from Cheyenne's hiney and spilled all down the backs of her thighs and into her boots. Noooo, Cheyenne cried out remorsefully, for she and I had spent so much time getting ready upstairs, doing each other's makeup, hair, carefully making ourselves perfect, and now she was spoilt, nothing but a girl with diarrhea. How unpleasant, the woman who'd been tickling her sniffed. Go serve the others. |