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Chapter 8 – Anise

When we got back to the house, Lisa almost had the BBQ ribs done and the smell of the food was divine.

Leanne said, “Damn, necromancers are supposed to be creepy. Even his voice was yummy, can we keep him?”

I looked over with an amused look on my face and raised an eyebrow.

She stuck her tongue out and said, “Don’t give me that look, don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at him with a stupid grin on your face, totally mesmerized as he talked. Do you even know what he said to you?”

I blushed scarlet not sure what to say, I had a small idea of course, something about how he dealt with his powers and his people. I kind of had gotten a little lost in his eyes and the tone of his voice, not that I’d admit it.

I finally replied with a scoffing noise then said haughtily, “Like I’d pay attention to an evil necromancer.”

Leanne snickered and Willa looked amused.

Lisa looked up from the BBQ and said, “What’d I miss?”

Leanne threw me under the bus while her eyes sparkled, “Our Anise here falling all over the hot necromancer.”

I really wanted to protest, after all she herself had said she wanted to keep him, but I knew I wouldn’t win this one, it would just make the teasing worse. So I picked another direction.

“Don’t worry Leanne, I’ll share,” I said before laughing.

I shook my head, he was hot, but also very clearly taken. I could see he thought I was attractive when he looked at me, and talked to me. Even interested. But it was a pale shadow in his eyes compared to how he looked at Amy. I am not quite so bad as to come between my granddaughter and her mate.

Then again, Leanne and I like to share, maybe it runs in the family… I sighed and tried to change tracks. My ploy worked and after a few more rounds of teasing, this time Leanne, we ate dinner together by the grove. I was still not sure I was doing the right thing by challenging James, but it seemed the only way to help my family, my new friends and lovers, and the necromancer. I wasn’t exactly sure what category he would end up in yet.

After we ate we just relaxed, I could feel the calm energy slowly swirling among the groves and witches. I did feel welcomed by it, but I couldn’t effect it any. Willa had a far away troubled look on her face and I wondered what happened. She had left us for a few minutes to call Krista, the other coven’s head witch, and find out what was going on.

I moved and sat behind her, caressing her arms and neck. She leaned back into me and relaxed a little.

I asked, “What happened?”

She tensed, but relaxed again after a few seconds, “Krista was very smug. She didn’t come right out and say it, but it seems she thinks to take my place soon. She foolishly betrayed her own and worked with Silas to gain power. I don’t know what the plan is, maybe there isn’t one, maybe Silas is just stringing her along, but I doubt it.”

“I’m sorry sweetie, what’s to be done about it?”

She shook her head, “Nothing for now. Silas is the real danger, once he is dealt with one way or another I can take care of Krista, hopefully she will run for it when her support is gone.”

She added reluctantly, “I did find out one more thing, she knew you are staying here, and that we have grown close in the short time you’ve been here.”

I asked gently, “What is it?”

She said, “I’m so sorry, maybe you should have avoided me. Silas is determined now to make you move on, to cut any support I have. All the fake glowing references he was supposed to be supplying for your hospital job search… well, let’s just say you’ll never get any call backs in this town.”

“Huh, I was wondering about that.” It hurt, healing was something I loved. Ironically it was also something I would have given up soon anyway, I was determined to make a lifetime here. I can still do it, I’ll just have to be very sneaky about it.

But it sure as hell wasn’t Willa’s fault. Something I have learned over the years though, is she would never believe it, even if I said it. So I took another tack hoping to cheer her up.

I kissed the side of her neck and whispered, “You’ll have to make it up to me.”

She said, “How can I do that.”

I whispered in her ear, “It’s a game, I’m going to torture you right here in front of Lisa and Leanne, and you have to stay quiet and not give it away.”

She said nervously, “What are you going to do?”

I said sultrily in here ear while releasing my magic, “This,” and she locked up in my arms.

I used air and spirit, guided it down her body from her neck. Everywhere it touched would cause sensuous sensations on her skin. I sucked her earlobe in my mouth and bit down as my magic reached her nipples. Her breath was fast, and shallow, and I could tell she was fighting down a gasp.

My magic continued down her torso, stimulating and pleasuring her nerve endings, when it reached over her abdomen then down between her legs she bit her lip and made a very light but intense whimpering sound that made me wet. escort taksim She was completely mine in this moment, mine to pleasure, tease and yes, it really must have been torture to hold back her voice. Her body trembled against mine as I continued to innocently massage her shoulders with my hands, and pleasure her beyond reason with my magic.

Even her subdued reactions would have been obvious if Lisa and Leanne hadn’t been talking to each other nonstop during all this. I slid the magic inside her now, leaving a swirl of energy to circle and tease her clit. My mouth started watering and I wondered exactly who I was torturing as I felt her body wrack with pleasure as my magic took her to bliss for the first time. I kissed her neck again and looked up, she had tears in the corners of her eyes at the intensity of what I was doing to her.

This was so erotic for me too, with the spirit mixed in the air I could feel it all, like I had a million tiny little hands brushing against her silky smooth skin, manipulating her warm wet sex, her hardened nipples, her clit, all over her body really, all at the same time.

I grinned against her neck as I let the energy split and teased her puckered star open, she gasped at the feeling of stimulation in both places. I think the jig was up, because the two girls looked at us when I sent her into a second overwhelming orgasm. I held her and continued caressing her neck and shoulders with my fingertips, and her inner thigh with my magic as I brought her down gently from her height.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes then whispered. “I guess that means you forgive me?”

I kissed her in answer, it was such a silly question, it wasn’t her fault.

Leanne asked, eyes narrowed, “What did you do to her?”

Lisa added with a smile, “And can you do it to us too?”

I laughed faux wickedly and sent my magic at both of them while Willa pushed me onto my back, looking determined to torture me right back, I heard both of them gasp loudly as Willa started to have her way with my quite ready and willing body…

A few hours later I was lying in bed amidst three other warm bodies. I was sore, in a good way, and I felt like a total two faced bitch. I was growing to really care about these ladies, and they did not know the truth about me. Even worse, I had not even told Amy the half truth I had told Leanne, about us being related.

It was so much easier keeping my secret from casual friends, but family and lovers were different and the guilt dug in. I felt like telling them the whole truth would be a mistake, but I wondered how much of that was cowardice.

Fear that Willa, Lisa and Leanne would reject me.

Fear that Amy would hate me, the grandmother that didn’t even know she was brutally enslaved for almost two hundred years.

I felt sick, my stomach was roiling more and more as I thought about it, and I could feel the silent tears running down my cheeks, I knew I had to tell them. Besides knowing I would get caught in my half truths, especially when Amy and Vince showed up tomorrow, I felt guilty about the angel thing. It was bound to come out that Amy and I were related, Leanne had no reason not to say anything, had no idea I had kept it to myself in fear Amy would recognize me.

I had to tell them, and now would be best. Tomorrow would be dangerous enough with our enemies running around, if it came out then, from someone else, there would be a blow up.

I tried to say it strongly, but it came out like a squeak, “There is something I need to tell you all, something I’ve been… hiding about myself. People… don’t always react well, so I’ve grown accustomed to keeping it to myself, but I care about you all too much to continue hiding it. And after I tell you I need to go tell Amy.”

Lisa faux gasped, “You used to be a man?!”

I snorted with laughter. Here I was coming clean, and she was trying to make me feel better.

“No, I’m older than I look, much, much older.”

Leanne kissed my cheek and said, “Stop procrastinating, it can’t be that bad.”

“I’m Nephilim. I am ancient, immortal. Leanne, I let you come to the conclusion and believe that I had come from a branch family, the truth is I am your great times ten grandmother, Amy is my granddaughter.”

Willa whispered, “How old?”

I sighed, “Before Christ, before Rome, before the great flood. So old I keep track by millennia, not century.”

I finally looked away from the ceiling, they were all staring at me as if unsure they should believe me, or think that I was pulling their chain. I got out of bed, stood and revealed my power. White glowing wings, my powerful ancient aura filled the room and I saw fear on their faces. I expected it, but their fear still felt like a betrayal. They knew me, I was their friend, I loved them already.

I whispered, my voice broken, “I’m sorry,” before I called on my power and transported to my apartment.

I couldn’t blame them, I still had hope they would accept me, escort topkapı be okay with it. My aura for the most part scared the crap out of everyone when I let it all out. I took a quick shower and dressed quickly in a pair of jeans and a doctor who t-shirt and let my power bear me away. I appeared in front of Vince’s door and knocked.

When Hardin answered the door I asked for Amy, she came out a few moments later, a look of confusion on her face.

Here we go again.

“I have something to tell you, something I should have said sooner, but I was too afraid, and too ashamed.”

She asked, “Ashamed?”

I nodded and looked down, “I should have been there for you, should have saved you, and I am sorry. I was off living another life, I had no idea what happened to you and your mother all those years ago.”

She asked, “Who are you, I thought you seemed familiar but…”

I glowed briefly, undoing the minute changes that were enough to fool the human mind, I also changed my appearance to reflect an aged body. Whenever I live out a full life I usually age with my family, it prevents some issues. Some would think a man would love to have a young wife with a perfect body even as they age, the truth is it simply doesn’t work that way.

But twenty five is my body’s natural state, so I always revert when a husband passes and it is time for me to move on.

I looked up tears in my eyes and begged, “Please little one, forgive me.”

I could see her emotions in her eyes, disbelief, anger, regret, longing, contempt. I wondered which one it would settle on.

She shook her head in denial, “Grams… how?”

I said patiently, “You know how, I am Nephilim. Even worse than not knowing and saving you, I was a likely cause. My children and children’s children never show angelic power, but they are uncommonly strong in other gifts for the first two or three generations. Your mother was a very powerful sorceress, and you were an uncommonly powerful witch. It may have brought the trouble to your door. It might be why they made you a vampire.”

She whispered accusingly, “Where were you?”

I sighed, “Where I always go when I lose a husband to time. I grieved. I travelled as a healer for sixty years until my heart recovered and I remarried. It’s what I do, it’s how I live. I’m sorry, I didn’t know what happened until a few days ago when I found the information in Leanne’s genealogy book.”

She frowned and her voice sounded dazed, lifeless, “I need to think. I know it’s not your fault, but I really want to hurt you for not being there. Leave, I will see you tomorrow night.”

I wrapped myself in my power, restoring my age and disguise, and then teleported to my apartment. I doubt the secret would keep now that so many knew, but I hoped it would. If they could accept me maybe the rest of the community didn’t need to know.

It was so quiet. No one else breathing, no life but my own, I felt alone, alienated. I snorted, I had lived my last century alone, and after a few nights with the witches it felt so much different.

I stripped and crawled into bed, rolling up into a ball I beckoned sleep with a wisp of spirit, I didn’t want to be conscious anymore, full of regret. I was such a fool. Was telling really the right thing, or was I selfish to share my burden? All I did tonight was hurt them all with my truth, I just had to hope it would lead somewhere better.

I sighed in relief as the sleep spell took hold.

I woke up to giggling. That was confusing and it was taking my brain a moment to catch up. I gasped as I felt warm wet heat on both my labia and puckered star. I was on my back, but my waist was partially twisted and someone was holding my leg up.

More giggles. Then I felt a tongue digging into my backside while someone else held my labia apart and sucked in my clit.

I opened my eyes and wanted to cry as they drew a pleasurable gasp from my lips. My body was so confused at the conflicting information.

I looked around, Willa and Leanne were between my legs doing amazing things to me, Lisa was smiling down at me, then she kissed me fiercely.

She whispered, “I’m sorry we freaked out, that’s not something you see every day. Know what else is something you don’t see every day?”

I giggled at my relief then arched my back and gasped, someone had curled their fingers inside me and hit my g-spot just right.

I managed to gasp out, “What’s that?”

She winked and looked me up and down, “Getting off on an Angel’s face.”

She started giggling as I laughed. She cut off my laugh by straddling my head and grinding her core on my lips. I gasped when she grabbed my nipples and twisted, pulling on them hard.

I fought for the ability to act through the pleasure I was receiving down below and slid my tongue between her labia and flicked her clit before licking all the down her slit, over her taint to briefly tease her puckered star.

Lisa said breathily, “Oh god, an angel just licked escort şirinevler my ass. And I really liked it.”

All four of us broke down laughing, it took a minute for us to get back to it. I would have time for my cathartic cry later, right now I was too busy being with and enjoying the women I loved. My bed wasn’t as big as Willa’s, just a queen, but we managed just fine…

After a shower and breakfast we went to the council chamber. I was so happy, yet still guarded. That they had accepted me was more than I could hope, yet, I still hoped for more. I had butterflies in my stomach wondering about Amy. I knew I had to focus though, I was old and powerful, that didn’t mean I could be sloppy during a challenge.

James was old enough to be plenty powerful, and I had no idea what his skills were, but Chicago was a pretty big city, he had to be a pretty damn good sorcerer at the very least. Not to mention I couldn’t use my angelic powers during a challenge, this would be purely sorcerer verse sorceress.

I used mediation techniques to focus my mind, I had been around a long time. Sorcery requires focus of mind. It doesn’t depend on words, or semantic gestures like a witch. So over time I had sought out ways and philosophies to improve my mind and sorcery. Stronger mind, stronger sorcery. Walking around in an emotionless state wasn’t one of my favorite things, but it had its uses. No distractions.

When we walked in there weren’t all that many people there, I guess that means word didn’t spread on what we planned. That was a good thing, no spies in our camp. I took a seat near the front and waited for the council meeting to start. I sat through a couple of issues that Silas went through, and immediately stood up when he asked if there was any other business.

Silas recognized me warily, he was right to be wary.

I said in a clear voice, “I challenge James for the right to represent sorcerers on the council.”

James looked pissed, Silas just narrowed his eyes.

James said arrogantly, “Aren’t you a bit young? I won’t go easy on you if you persist in this foolishness. Do you even know any other sorcerers in this city?”

I suppressed an eye roll and just stared at him waiting. His replies were beside the point, I challenged him, he either needed to answer or step down. I could see Silas wanted to say something, but challenges were an internal race matter, they were only made at council so there would be witnesses that it was all above board.

Silas may interfere in the other groups, but he has done so on the sly through backroom politics, he dare not try and stop this. Finally James stood and walked out on the floor. He showed his sigil, his power. He had all the elements, but earth and spirit were rather weak. Still, it was impressive.

He smirked, at least, until he saw my sigil glowing brightly in all five elements. He didn’t look panicked though, in a fight between sorcerers, power counted, but more often than not experience and cunning mattered more, and he thought he was facing a young woman.

I asked, “Do you yield your place?”

It was traditional for the more powerful one to ask that question.

He shook his head no, and attacked. This was not a blood challenge, not to the death. The system was designed to make sure the most able was in charge, not to weed out the stupid or weak. The floor buckled under me and I supported my feet on a column of air before summoning a ball of water around his head. He tried to dispel it, remembered I was stronger and managed to create a reed out of stone to breathe while collapsing the ceiling around me, trying to enclose me.

I enlarged my ball of water and he once again held his breath as I reached out and took hold of the stone in the building, locking it all in place. It was quite an effort, but he could no longer breathe or make his breathing straw bigger. I held it together, deflecting his fire attack with the very walls he tried to enclose me with. Over the next two minutes his efforts grew weaker.

If he passed out, he lost, so he conceded at that point. I put the broken parts of the building back together and allowed him to banish the water. He looked at me with a question in his eyes.

I simply said, “Because you forgot why you were there in the first place, and got two of our people killed yesterday.”

He nodded, collected what remained of his dignity and walked out. I didn’t think he was an evil man like Silas, I believe he let his desire for personal power to make him greedy enough to get under Silas’s thumb and didn’t know how to dig himself back out.

I released the hold I had on my emotions, but still kept them contained inside myself. With a stony face I took my place as a councilor. It felt very strange, I had lived thousands of years and never found a reason to take this step before. I hoped I was right, but all I could do is follow my heart and hope I was making the right decisions.

Only time would tell…

 

Chapter 9 – Vincent

Six hours ago…

I held Amy in my arms, she seemed closed off, distant. I asked her a couple of times what happened with Anise, but she wouldn’t tell me, said she needed to think through some things. I was curious, and I wanted to fix it, but I knew I couldn’t, so I gave her what she wanted, time.

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Day 0

—–

A white square box sat before Elena on the room desk. Screen modules clicked alive, gently glowing. After triple-checking the basic reproduction numbers for the synthetic mRNA, the risk was…acceptable. Five years ago, Elena couldn’t even believe herself when Blyzz hand delivered their grant offer.

“For top marks for this year’s class in molecular biology engineering, it’s a long-term investment,” the Director smiled smoking real tobacco, a true luxury from the old days. The night filled with big words like “carte blanche,” “enhancement future,” and “genius-tier” mingled with more booze.

Now after all the high expectations, blown budgets, and clinical trial delays, it had arrived.

Elena snapped on some lab gloves. She slid the lid off. A pair of white silk hand gloves. As she held up one glove, its simple white fiber gave a willowing sheen, almost as if it were moving in the light. But any real scientist worth their chops had to know for sure if it worked, and she scribbled another note to her journal.

“I am wearing only a plain white top shirt. Brand is Samawall!” Calculations suggested a few hours of exposure should be fine.

Elena stepped away from the desk to strip down to just her top. At 5’5″, her long dark hair with natural curls framed B-sized cups, but her best assets were curvy hips and butt. The apartment turbine heating wasn’t on, but it still felt warm. As she threw out her lab gloves, Elena took deep breathes, then aloud declared, “In the name of science.” Alone, stepping on a new frontier, a timid hand reached out.

Touching the gloves felt luxurious, normal! There was a sigh of relief and a smile. It felt silly to waste all that time and money searching the Compounds for real silk, but this milestone called for such a special occasion. The clock starts upon contact. Maybe it was her eyes playing tricks, but it almost seemed like the gloves jumped onto her hands.

A perfect fit. Elena tried calculating an exposure curve when she started chewing her lower lip, skin getting flushed. In a trance, she felt a hand under her fitted top toying with both taunt, hard nipples. When did I last have quality time with myself? Mm, I’m burning up…Spreading her juicy vulva folds, the silk fingers felt like someone else. Like a real cock, slipping and sliding in and out. Elena lost count of how many times she came because after the first orgasm, she blacked out.

Day 1

—–

Elena opened her eyes, blinked, while laying in bed. Shit, I left them on, didn’t I? In a panic, she whipped the gloves off back into the box. Still flushed, her throat and pussy were sore. Retracing her steps, she opened her journal to read any notes she might’ve left.

“I am wearing only a plain white top shirt. Brand is Samawall! Also, a black vintage stretch choker and sheer pony fishnet thong, no brands.” Nothing else. Elena felt a surge of confusion and curiosity on why she chose such slutty underwear…She closed her eyes, ashamed using such a word to describe herself. I am a professional micro-bio eng working in the largest pharmaceutical conglomerate!

So who was that in the mirror? The chic choker accentuated her neck length. Cupping her new breasts, her chest was huge. The snug fishnet thong (it’s a G-String, face it girl) barely covered her pussy. Just walking around she twitched every time the silk fabric rubbed against her swollen clit. This was unproductive.

Writing, “Woke up very aroused.” Writing, “aroused,” she felt more blood rushing to her chest. Think, think.

“Breasts are enlarged (C+ cup now?) due to hormonal response, noticeable changes to epidermis hydration.” Gulping down her desk water jug, Elena stuck her left wrist in a Medi-grade scanner. “Normal vitals. Found massive discharge of ejaculate/cervical fluid in sleeping area, monitor closely.” It felt silly and naughty documenting her orgasms and squirting. Nothing to be ashamed of, it’s just Elena never squirted during climax before. An interesting side effect. She kept the choker and the thong on beneath her Blyzz uniform biosuit as fun souvenirs.

The forensics report later would indicate overnight viral exposures led to Patient Zero’s rapid descent. Early-stage morphing of tonsil glands into hyper-erogenous tissue. Loss of cervical fluid control to keep the host in constant arousal. Override libido to control the host’s other escort sultangazi Maslow needs. The memory displacements would suggest gradual changes to turn Elena into a living semen vampire.

She couldn’t feel her choker releasing dopamine when she thought of taking someone home. All Elena could focus on was getting back home to try the gloves on again.

Day 2

—–

It was a wild wet dream, like one of those old “big black cock” porn scenes. Elena was in an aircar, some man grabbed her hair, forcing her down his metal rod. As he began skull fucking her mouth, it felt strange. Almost like his dick was shocking her clit every time it hit the back of her throat.

As he yelped, Elena braced for the massive explosion. Salty but sweet, warm semen flooded her mouth and throat. Swallowing as fast as she could, Elena’s nostrils burned as semen oozed out of her nose and lip corners. She opened her eyes, only to gaze at a faceless head.

Elena woke up hazy, back in her room. She turned to yesterday’s notebook scrawls. The only thing legible was “Orgasms = Blackouts???” They were happening more frequently. She looked down, and her gloves were still on. “Fuck.” How long? And they…changed? Long length black silk gloves up to her elbows.

Moving bedside to take off the prototype, she let out a surprised moan. Something was inside her. Click! Click! heavy heels. Eyes widening, Elena stared down at black open toe pumps towering over six-inch stiletto heels on both feet, her long legs encased in silk black stockings and matching embroidered garter belt clips. Elena’s glowing tits were crushed inside a black strappy demi bra.

She crossed her legs, exposing Christian Louboutin red bottoms, a vintage throwback design! I slept in these? Fugue daydreams of shopping at lingerie and sex toy boutiques came to her. Funny, she had forgotten what she bought at all.

Wincing, Elena reached down between her ass cheeks and felt the flat, flared base of a glass anal plug. When did I ever wear ass plugs? Her choker ringed its Pavlov’s bell, flooding her with more dopamine. Elena’s mind flashed a fake memory when she found Mother’s anal plug. It was made with the same slender borosilicate glass, she kept it for a while, making sure Mother didn’t notice it missing. On boring nights, she’d train herself how to orgasm from anal. The enemas were fun.

Elena closed her eyes, heart pounding. This is too much! I’m late for work! She bent over, racked with hot shudders thinking about going to the lab dressed like this.

Then her mind recalled a pleasure club bathroom stall. The grimy beige walls were covered in penises and gang graffiti. She was sitting on the toilet, no, reverse cowgirl riding someone’s dick. Dark eyes alit as Elena worked away running her tongue ring up and down the bottom of multiple cocks waiting to double-team her- WHAT.

Alarmed, Elena was surprised at how quick she was on high heels as she scrambled to the entrance mirror. A tongue stuck out with a shiny new barbell piercing with a stainless steel pink ball jewel. The hemolymph injections for fast healing worked! Elena had a new choker too: dazzling rhinestones outside covering a thick leather band, with a metal ring on the back. She couldn’t feel any clasp openings.

Putting a chair down in front of the mirror, she sat down, breathless. Elena didn’t understand her reflection or “memories.” Now she looked like a high-class escort, a fuck doll. Why am I like this?… Without thinking, Elena gently started toying with the plug, pulling in and out of her asshole, her pudendal nerve endings shooting stars to her clit.

Ohhhhhh, my pussy…

Elena watched stocking thighs spread open with her legs draped on the chair arms. The gloved hands moved on their own to slide the flimsy bra and pull the tiny thong off to the side all in one smooth motion, exposing her dripping cunt and swollen breasts. Her mouth opened gasping, soft moans as Elena’s fingers swirled into more extras: pierced nipples and clitoris, all with the same pink jewelry. That soft silk touch felt so erotic, a phantom forcing her into more extreme urges to feed.

Now the fingers were already inside her, curling upwards to Elena’s G-spot. The other hand shoved more fingers into her mouth, choking her. Elena’s flickering eyes began to water, her throat on fire, gagging over escort fatih the moans.

It was after her anal plug began vibrating she lost it. Climaxing, Elena painted the mirror glass with spluttering jets of warm cum. The fluids dripped down together, forming a moving, liquid amoeba.

Make more of us. Slender fingers shoved themselves deeper making quick, squishing sounds. In the mirror, Elena watched herself still squirting, unable to stop gagging on her hand. Elena remembered how she always loved that.

Day 4

—–

David spared no expense for the Atrium suites. Las Vegas had shrunk to the New Strip, disease and the desert had stripped everything else away. He was surprised his sister pinged him out of the blue, to party, nonetheless. The highlight was tonight’s costume dance party with DJ Willllezzz, Skrillex’s granddaughter.

Elena went full platinum blonde hair. Though smiling, her eyes looked sad. Nervous, even. “Can you tell me what you think if I show you the costume I put together for tonight?”

“Sure, of course.” “Okay, I’ll be right back.” As she left for the bathroom, David realized that was the first time Elena ever asked for fashion advice.

Now Elena was terrified standing before the bathroom mirror, shivering naked. It took all her energy to suppress sexual urges from breaking her. You did this to me. She was so hungry, denying herself cock cold turkey for over four hours, and she calls David? Pushing it all deep down only made it worse. Elena’s crazy libido was slow roasting her insides, waiting for her to slip into depravity, like a slut degenerate she was. The wet dreams were growing longer and darker, more vivid.

Please, please don’t make this do this, he’s the only family I have left! Elena had crossed too many lines, fucking johns, orgies, even the pleasure club gang rapes, but she couldn’t do this. Her mind kept playing back ghost memories, insisting she was always a cock-hungry slut- Elena couldn’t think of the word, “slut,” or “whore,” without squirming her hips in agony. She shut her eyes, shaking her head. No please…this is wrong. Tears welled up on her face as she felt a thin trickle of shiny white precum emerge, trailing down her inner thigh. She angrily wiped it off.

Alien mastery asserted itself as viral pheromones rushed to her olfactory glands, turning them into overdrive. She could smell the cigarette vape, the old ecstasy powder on the floor. Then the smell of her own sex juices on her hand melted Elena’s brain. The anal plug came alive, switching between vibrations and swirling circles. Groaning, drunk on the viral dopamine drips, her body sank to the floor, the anal plug clicking away on the tile marble. Distracted, she didn’t notice the square box was open.

I can’t fuck my brother! Suddenly her left hand went numb as tiny follicles pulled a shiny black latex glove onto her, latching itself to the host. That rubber smell…Elena looked down, mesmerized watching the cool latex merge with skin, stretching tight. It was always flawless, a perfect slut outfit made just for Elena.

Against her will, the gloved hand held down Elena’s right wrist, letting the other long glove wrap itself, swallowing fingers whole like a rubbery snake, the prickling cold spreading. Her choker felt too tight, her body piercings heavy, her body orifices aching to be filled.

There was relief in surrender. Elena knew what would happen next. The virus unfolded its mutations in silence, steady and uncaring as if it could express such sentience. The luggage case was being unzipped, calmly laying out more infected goodies.

No! As the last of her original human DNA was turning, Elena broke through, gasping for air. “David.” Surprised, a gloved hand covered her mouth. Her muffled words turned quiet. She heard the water sink turn on to hide the cacophony of greedy lips wrapping around deep throating fingers. Choking out sobbing, then the moans.

David looked up from his device. He thought he heard something, but then sink water started running. A bit later, the bathroom door lock clicked open.

When Elena strutted into the room, he first noticed the glossy all-black costume’s latex halter open bust corset with a micro skirt and arm gloves. The corset’s exquisite ribbing framed massive breasts in halter straps outlining rock-hard pierced nipples attached to a thick escort etiler rhinestone leather choker. Under the painted-on microskirt, sheer fishnet garter belt straps held up matching mesh fishnet stockings. Her feet were decked out in ankle-high fuck-me bootie pumps on eight-inch heels. Did her eyes change color? Elena used to be so scrawny, now she smelled like sex and party.

Feeling the stare’s heat, she broke the silence. “It’s not too dorky right?” He thought for a moment. “If you’re going to the costume party in that, it’s a costume alright!” Laughing. Her airy laugh followed, and they sat next to one another on the single love couch for the pregame drinks. Smoothing her ultra-short skirt, sheer panties glistening, Elena took down her ponytail, letting her curls out.

After some chats and more shots, David couldn’t believe how soft and electric Elena’s skin felt on his leg. She had one leg over him, and every time she laughed or moved closer, her thigh would brush his boner. David felt horrified if she knew, it’d be so awkward. The savory scent of his precum made Elena dizzy. Her mouth started watering as her tongue puffed up.

“I’m sorry babe, but…I’m really buzzed from this tequila!” She squirmed and put one hand covering her crotch, the other on David’s leg. “This is gonna sound weird, but like. I’m super. Horny.”

Elena let “Horny” hang in the air until David recovered. “Oh?” he weakly mumbled, adjusting his trousers. “Why’s that?” Her latex fingers traced circles on David’s thigh.

An airy, light giggle. Elena, flushed, whispered, “Because I feel how hard your cock is…and I think that’s because, you know (laughs), you like how I look and that’s really hot.” A cat smile spread across Elena’s face as David ogled her unclipping her garter belts, then sliding the g-string down her legs. A sliver of precum stayed attached, stretching before breaking into wet spots on the couch. “David…is it okay if I masturbate now just to take the edge off before we go out?”

David was in total shock. She started panting, almost begging. “Please, David, can’t you see how wet I am? I need it so bad…It’ll be…our little secret…okay?” Elena was his sister, but his cock knew she was fucking hot and horny.

David barely croaked, “Sure…” when her fingers flew into her vagina, curling so hard she gasped in pain, then pleasure. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw David expose himself through the boxers, staring at her drenched pussy. Elena gently placed a hand on his pulsing cock, slowly stroking his shaft while fingering herself. Massaging his sensitive testicles, she spat on her hand, then rubbed the bottom of David’s cock head with her thumb. He groaned as a shot of precum landed on Elena’s gloves. She stopped petting, bringing her fingers up to her mouth, licking off the white drops, her eyes dark and large. Fingers were darting in out of her, their fast, ragged breathing bounced off the high ceiling walls.

“I just…” she threw one heel over, straddling him. “…want us to make each other…” Pussy lips were slow grinding on his shaft…”Feel good, is that wrong?” Elena looked down, his crotch was coated in her juices. “We’ll just put it in for a minute okay…?”

“Elena, I need a condom first…” Her tight pussy walls stretched to wrap around his meat pole, sinking deeper. Elena moaned, “Mmmm oh, oh no…it’ll just be for a minute!”

The last thing she remembered as the dark clouds covered her eyes and thoughts were the fucking noises, that’s always stayed with her. Awful things Elena would never imagine.

“Ohhh…your cock feels go good…” *slap…slap…slap*

The room filled with staccato sounds of his balls slapping against her ass cheeks.

“Mm oh, yeah? You want to cum inside my tight twat you piece of shit??” *slap slap*

“Mmmm, yeah? You…*slap slap*. PIECE. OH OH OF *slapslapslapslap* OH SHIT DON’T STOP! SHOW ME WHAT A GOOD SLUT I’VE BEEN-MMMMMMMMM!!” When the faceless man’s fingers went down her throat, Elena experienced the best orgasm of her life.

Day X_

From: Blyzz-UGS Joint Oversight Committee, representing the Board of Directors, to Shareholders

Dr. Elena K— ID implant was last recorded on the southwest Reservations border before deactivating. We are working diligently with local military elements to secure the missing prototype and other intellectual properties as the manhunt continues.

As interim management continues with the research, despite the public backlash, our Board is dedicated to developing a new class of drugs with precise mechanisms of action aimed at bringing innovative therapies to consumers.

We are excited for what the future holds.

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~~Natasha~~

They took a taxi home. She sat in the middle, and peeked left and right during the ride. Matthew the giant, and Arturo the devil; and, also quite huge. The tiny Mekhet disappeared between them, and she smiled a little smile as she took a slow breath through her nose in the proximity of their bodies. She could smell the arousal.

Much of the night had been spent looking at half-naked men, women, and then eventually completely naked men and women, the humans being brought up to orgasm for the joy of the Kindred feeding on them. Supposedly, you could taste it in the blood. And she had to admit, when she was sleeping with Jessy’s ghouls, there was a change in the flavor when the man had just cum. So subtle you could mistake it for a placebo.

Kindred treated it like humans did caviar, or fine wine, or similar extravagant food. She could understand why.

With so many of the Kindred indulging in such a luxury, it’d created an overwhelming sexual atmosphere. At least any Kindred that wanted to could simply not blush life, and hide their arousal, but her poor boyfriends could not. And she couldn’t blame them for peeking at all legs and breasts and penises being stroked and vaginas being fingered. At first there’d been only one or two, almost hidden as they sat in the seats while nearby Kindred leaned over them to touch them. By the end of the ball, many of the kine had enjoyed at least one orgasm, and at least one pair of fangs in their neck. Jennifer’s targets — all women — had enjoyed far more, and had been reduced to exhausted, sweating messes, mewling and whimpering. Was she trying to impress Beatrice? It’d seemed so, with how often Jennifer kept glancing at her fellow witch.

She’d impressed a lot more than just Triss. Natasha hadn’t been able to stop herself, or her boyfriends, from staring at the sight of one of the women lying down on a table, completely naked, while three Kindred gently drank of her blood. Until the poor kine had slipped into a post-Kiss coma, Jennifer had fingered her until Natasha could see the girl’s juices trickling down her thighs.

“That Jen,” Art said. Girl must have been on his mind, and she couldn’t blame him, not after that display. “Got the impression she was trying to get everyone’s attention.”

“N-Not everyone’s, just… Beatrice’s.”

“Yeah?” Matt said. “Thought she was with that Invictus dude.”

“She is. So I d-d-don’t know what she’s up to.” Maybe she was just trying to get into their bed? Or something more devious, and break them apart? Doubtful, but she didn’t know the witch well enough to make that call.

Once they were out of the taxi, outside Natasha’s apartment building, they walked in and took the elevator. Still a couple hours until sunrise, and she’d made a promise. So, she stood in the elevator with her two boyfriends, and tried her best to hide her grin. Two boyfriends, hehe.

Her two boyfriends were drunk! Or at least tipsy. She could smell the alcohol on their breath, and their movement was a little sloppy. And, they kept sneaking glances her way, and looking her up and down like she was a snack; they always did that, but tonight their glances were a little less devious, a little more obvious. If only she could indulge in liquid courage like that.

She was hungry though. Seeing all those kine getting Kissed, drained, and all she’d had was a glass of blood. Not terribly satisfying to a vampire when it wasn’t fresh; still good, but not as filling. So, as much as Art and Matt smelled of arousal, and kept looking at her like food, she was doing the same to them. She wanted to bite them, sink her fangs into them, fill her belly with their essence.

And have them inside her while she did.

She opened the door and let them into her apartment, before turning around to lock it as the two wolves stepped around her. Always locked it of course. But, as she locked she, she heard a growl behind her.

She turned around, and squeaked. Both of the werewolves were approaching her, shoulders haunched and knees bent. Prowling!

Matthew reached out for her first, and she tapped into the vitae in her body to spur on some speed. A reflex, a life saving reflex, and she ducked under his enormous arms to try and get behind him.

“W-Wait!” she said, and stopped short as she almost ran into Arturo, who’d jumped back in anticipation of her.

The evil man only grinned, and tried to grab her. But she ducked again, and went through his legs. Being tiny has advantages.

She squealed as she darted around to the other side of the couch, and put it between her and the two wolves. “N-Now, boys! We were… thought we were… going t-t-to… not be so—”

Again, she squeaked as the two of the beasts came at her, walking fast and blocking off both pathways around the couch. Closing in on her, surrounding her, like… like wolves! And they weren’t listening either. Their eyes were squinting a little, and their lips were raised in small growls that escort kağıthane exposed their teeth. They were both grinning.

They dived. Squealing, she tried to jump over the couch, but Arturo saw her plan coming. His hand was waiting for her, and she ran straight into it. Arm hooked her stomach, and pulled her in so she was trapped with her back to his chest, her feet dangling a foot from the floor.

“You,” Matt said, stalking in closer, “should blush life for us.”

“I won’t!”

He growled, deep, rumbling in his titanic chest, and got in closer yet again. Art took her hands and lifted her by them, so now she dangled two feet from the ground instead, eye level with the giant Matthew. Or almost.

The blond-haired beast reached down, and started to slide up her dress. “After what Art and I just went through?”

“Pure torture,” the devil man behind her said.

“I… I s-said it’d be… sexual…” Trapped. Trapped trapped, unable to get away from her two boyfriends. Why would she want to? Cause they could get scary! So massive, and strong, and when they were hungry like this, it sent a chill down her spine. She remembered what it was like, in the tunnels when they chased her.

The giant continued to pull up on her dress. Higher, and higher, until she was wriggling and squirming as the man exposed her bare sex. They worked together to strip her, until she was dangling there in nothing but her shoes; but even those were taken from her a moment later.

Art brought her higher, and higher, and set a kiss on her ear. And then, her neck. With her naked, and him holding her up like this, she felt like a bug. A tiny, wriggling little bug.

“Blush for me,” Art said.

“N-No! You t-t-two are…b-being… mean…” Her voice died, melting away as Matt also stood in closer, leaning down to kiss the opposite side of her neck.

“Blush,” he said. Rumbled. Matt, being forceful, being insistent? God, she blinked up at him, and did her best ‘please be nice’ eyes. They only made him growl, louder, until she felt the vibrations against her naked body.

She swallowed on nothing, and blushed.

The two animals rumbled their pleasure, and set her back down onto the floor. Art turned her around, and with his hands reaching down for her hips, held her tight to him as he leaned down, and kissed her. Matt moved with the flow, and reached down to squeeze and knead her ass while Art buried her lips in a rather forceful, powerful kiss, physically powerful. And as Art squeezed her tight, held her, buried her in his kiss, Matt set his lips on her neck, massaged her back, her shoulders, and her ass once again.

And then Art started to move down her body. His hands reached lower, and so too did his kisses, finding her neck and threatening to bite it out with a playful nibble, before his lips went lower to her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and she reached out onto Art’s shoulders to hold on as he suckled on the tiny buttons. Warm, wet lips on her nipples. Each kiss along her areola sent tingly little sparks into her chest, until she made a tiny mewl. He didn’t stay there long, and continued going down, and down, and down.

The man, on his knees, reached out for her legs, and squeezed on her thighs as he brought her in closer. She was standing, but Arturo was so tall compared to her, that as he brought her in closer, he lifted her. She whimpered at him, pouted her best pout, but to no avail. The man sat down on his butt and knees, and set her feet on his legs above the knee. With her height raised, standing on his quadriceps, he brought her closer yet again, and set his mouth upon her smooth pussy.

Tongue. Hot, wet tongue found her folds. No hiding it, she was already wet. In just a minute since her blushing, the two beasts had her wet, and mewling, and whimpering, and now she was reaching out to hold onto Arturo’s head as the beast began to devour her.

Matthew disappeared, and she turned her head to try and find where the giant was going. But pressure, hot and dripping pushed along her folds and along her clitoris, ripping her attention back. The man between her legs was grinning up at her with his eyes, and she squeaked when he set his teeth against flesh. But he didn’t bite, thank god, and resumed licking her. And growling against her smooth lips, rumbling, he licked harder.

“Art! S-Slow down… p-p-pl… you…” Too much, too fast! She needed to warm up first; or she should have. But her body knew better, and for all her begging, her nipples were hard enough to almost hurt, and her juices were already on her sex. She was all over Art’s lips.

“We’ve been dating for several weeks now Tash,” Matt said, returning, with a bottle of lubricant in his hand. Oh no. “We know what you look like when you want sex.”

“I d-don’t know y-y-nnng!” She squeaked, and dug her fingers into Art’s hair as the man suckled on her clitoris.

Matt came up behind her, and also got down on his knees. “Hold still.” escort beyoğlu An order, from Matthew, big, gentle giant man! He didn’t shout it or say it with any harshness, but there was no doubt the man was giving her a command.

She tried to express her discontent, but it just kept coming out as whimpers. Art wouldn’t stop licking her, and no matter how hard she tried to pretend it wasn’t true, her body was on fire already. Embarrassing, to be so aroused, so quickly, and for the two men to be able to know it just by looking at her. And as Matt set his hands on her ass again, her whimpers turned into an outright moan as Art slipped two fingers inside her aching, squeezing depths.

“Art, p-please… sl…” He wasn’t listening. He gazed up at her from between her legs, lips still pulling on her clit between bouts of licking, and his fingers starting to press forward toward her belly. And he pressed hard. A bump showed along her lower abdomen where the beast pressed against her g-spot; a flat stomach, subtle abs, and very tiny body frame meant every bit of pressure the animal pushed against her depths toward her stomach was shown along her skinny belly, below the navel.

It drove Art wild, and he started to finger her harder, push against her g-spot further, all while soaking her already dripping folds with his tongue. All she could do was hold on as the pleasure forced her muscles to squeeze.

But when Matt started to press wet fingers between her ass cheeks, she squeaked, and looked over at the giant. He was on his knees too, and while one hand was prying open her butt, the other was pushing thoroughly lubricated fingers against her entrance. Always they both wanted her, always at the same time! And after that first time, their insistence, their need, their aggression, it was always so high, and overpowering.

It scared her, thrilled her. And her body had no such inner conflicts about it, more than happy to give away her arousal with copious amounts of her juices, and endless panting.

Her grip tightened on Art’s shoulders, and she whimpered for mercy as Matthew eased two of his large fingers into her tiny, squeezing body. Two sets of fingers, both wriggling, squirming, pushing and massaging against her insides, all while Art continued to gently suckle and kiss her clitoris, too soft to push her over the edge though. He didn’t want her to cum with her clit, he wanted to her cum deep inside, where the muscles would spasm, squeeze, and fill her core with waves of deep, rolling bliss.

The two werewolves were far, far too good at what they were doing. Natasha knew the two men must have had a very large sexual history, but with both of them filling her and pressing against her spots, those spots, it was hard to care about anything else other than the pleasure tremors in her pelvis. Art took turns pressing her g-spot forward toward her belly, and then reached deeper, pushing his fingers against her depths toward her stomach as well. He knew where that spot was, deep inside, and he pushed on it hard enough to make a small bump along her abs just below her navel. All the while, Matt reached in deep as well, and pressed against her depths, finding the other side of her deepest place and pressing it toward Art.

It all left her a shaking, mewling mess. And a minute later, a cumming mess. She cried out, but her cries were quiet, without breath, nothing more than pants and whimpers as she held onto Art, and came onto his face. She could feel her juices, far more juices than there should have been, drip down onto him, and down her thighs. She could feel her inner muscles clench with all their might, before they convulsed in random spurts of bliss, and more of her liquids trickled out of her. The more they pressed against those deep places in her little body, the more her eyes rolled up, and the more she found herself teetering, body wanting to fall but unable to as the two beasts held her, and fingered her more, and more, and more.

When they stopped, she collapsed. Art and Matt both removed their fingers, and Art helped set her down on the floor, before the two of them stood up. In seconds, they tossed away their shirts, their pants, their underwear, their socks, until she was staring up at two very naked men. Her, on her knees, panting and trembling, while the two titans stood over her, members erect.

For a second, she thought maybe they would ask for blowjobs, and she didn’t have the energy for that. She was still shaking, trembling, and attempts to stand failed as the pleasure coursed through her muscles and down to her toes. But, she knew they wanted more, and she tried to get away again as Matt reached out for her. Her attempt at escape was a pale comparison to last time, her legs refusing to work and all, and the giant only laughed as he scooped her up into his arms and cradled her as the two men walked toward her bedroom.

Arturo hopped onto her bed, grinned his evil bastard grin, and lay down on his back, his head on escort esenler her pillow, and his hands out to motion for them to come to him.

“P-Please… need… break.” Her voice was starting to come back. Still mostly pants and wavering squeaks, but at least it was there.

But they weren’t listening, as if arousal had clogged their ears. Matt climbed onto the bed, set her down on Arturo’s waist, and she trembled as she placed her hands upon his enormous chest. Hard, rock, muscle and blood. And as she sat there, shivering, staring down at his wide valley of strength, the wolf beneath her reached out and set his hands on her hips.

She whimpered as the beast forced her forward, so her clit, aching, swollen, slid along the veined girth. Back and forth, Art forced her smooth pussy to drag along his cock, until it was coated in her juices. She was soaked, and dripping, and she reached up to cover her face as she turned beet red.

Maybe she shouldn’t have done that. Hiding her face behind fingers, she peeked through the cracks to find Art’s face mad with voracious hunger, and sending more shivers through her spine. He forced her forward until his cock’s head was pressing against the entrance of her, and angled her pelvis so the thick glans started to force her open when he pushed her back down toward his legs. And penetrated her. She gasped, reached down quick to grab his wrists, and held on as the man quickly sank his length into her. At least at first; he stopped once he had four of five inches inside her. With a few inches of his length still to go, she felt the man press against her depths, the swollen head of his shaft stretching her in deeper slightly. She meeped, and with a reflex, tried to push herself off of the enormous thing penetrating her, filling her, stretching her pussy taut with its thickness, and length. But Arturo growled, animal, vibrations she felt through her legs around his chest, and continued to push her down.

There was no getting around the size difference. She was a very tiny woman, and Arturo was a huge man. A huge, ravenous, overpowering man. She was thankful that, in the middle of what appeared to be borderline insanity, he still knew to take those last few inches slowly, to let her aroused body accept and adjust to fit him. It hurt, to have her depths filled like this. But in moments, her boiling insides sent powerful jolts of pleasure down her thighs and up into her core as the man sank her deeper, and deeper onto him, the head of his cock consistently but gently pushing and massaging against her depths. Pain faded away, and electric shocks rippled outward as she finally managed to take every inch of his length.

Whimpering, she forced herself to look down. Her little lips were stretched so wide, taut, struggling to fit the beast inside her, and her clitoris stood out from her smooth skin, swollen and aching. Whimpering turned into another squeal as Matt got comfortable behind her on his knees, and pushed her torso forward a little.

“Matt! P-Please… I’m… I need a b-b-break…”

He wasn’t listening either. Just like Art, there was a look on his face, of ravenous need, of overwhelming desire that both terrified her, and had her body singing with arousal. They wanted her this badly.

The giant set his glans against her ass, and started to press against her tight muscles. His shaft was lubricated now, she could tell, and with how much lube had already been worked into her butt, it started to slide in easily. At least, until the smallness of the hole, of her, her body, started to fight back against the man’s girth.

She tried to sit up, to get back some measure of control, but as Matt began to sink his massive cock into her, he put one of his hands against her back, and pinned her. Wriggling, squirming, she could do nothing but lay there upon Art’s chest, and tremble as Matt forced inch after inch of him into her ass. He was slow too, like Art, and knew how to make sure the lubricant and gentle, massaging rhythm worked together to allow her body to accept him. But she had no room! No space inside her, not for all this, for the both of them, filling her until she felt like she’d burst. Her sphincter squeezed down on the titan, the ring of muscle already taut with the girth of the man, but it did nothing to stop him. Pinned and helpless, Matt sank more of his cock into her body, more, and more, until she was sure the man was pushing into her stomach.

Somewhere, between getting pinned and Matt entering her, she’d started moaning. And as she did, she felt both the titans growl once more, deep rumbling sounds that sent vibrations through her. Trapped between walls of muscle and power, and all she could do was lay there, legs spread, and let the beast fill her.

Once her ass pressed tight against the wolf’s pelvis, he removed his hand from her back, only to slide it forward over her shoulder, and around her neck. Matt scooped her toward his chest, again trapping her, but now with her back to his stomach, her head against his sternum — he was way too tall — and his arms around her. One of his giant hands trickled down her breasts, her belly, and down to her leg, while the other kept her neck in his hands.

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As Sara arrived at the apartment building that she could sense her counterpart in she parked her car and ran inside. She walked the halls as the feeling got stronger and stronger until she stood outside a door that made her stop as she felt a rush! She could tell this girl had just claimed another as she opened the door. She looked around before poking her head in the bedroom seeing this sexy red head straddled on some guy in his mid 30’s completely drained!

Jenny was catching her breath before looking over at her. “Hi Sara, I could feel you coming a mile away! She said climbing off the guy in the bed. “Sorry this one’s already taken!” She said laughing a little grabbing her clothes!

Sara seemed a little concerned. “Is she enjoying this?” She thought to herself before saying. “Jen? She got to you too? That’s ok maybe if we work together we can find a way to stop this!”

Jen smiled looking at Sara, “Stop it? Why would I want to stop it? I’m having a lot of fun and haven’t you Noticed the little benefits that come with this?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sara replied almost shocked at what she was hearing!

Jen walked over and ripped Sara’s shirt open revealing her breast! “Look at these, if I remember correctly these weren’t as perky before, and have you noticed I’m not wearing my glasses? After my first time my eye sight improved tons, my breasts have perked up, my legs look amazing, I finally feel sexy in my own skin,… and he seemed to agree?” Pointing at the nameless unconscious man lying in the bed!

Sara was shocked at what she was hearing, Doll must have done something else to her because she would never şişli escort act like this! Sara grabbed Jen by the shoulder shaking her around before saying “Jen listen to me!! You’re a scientist! THINK! you must realize this needs to stop! What about your boyfriend? Did you fuck him? Is he ok? I need your help to stop this!

After a minute Jen seemed to change her expression to worry “oh my god! Mike? Kate? What have I… You’re right Sara, this needs to stop, follow me!” She said leading Sara back to her apartment!

———-

The couple from the sex shop returned home with their bottle of slime! “Hey Liz I’m gonna run down stairs and check on the laundry, be right back!” He said before heading out the door! The girl looked at the bottle they purchased as she walked in to the bedroom. All the label said was “warming massage oil”. “Really? This stuff is going to improve our sex life” she said to herself before she opened the bottle and placed a dab on her finger!

Liz examined the stuff rubbing it between her fingers feeling it tingle slightly. After a moment she felt a warm feeling as well! “OK this stuff isn’t bad I guess,” she said still not convinced! She placed the bottle on the shelf on the headboard of the bed before laying down and turning the TV on! While she stared at the television she didn’t notice the bottle start to wobble, it shook a couple of times before falling over spilling the contents on the shelf. The slime began to drip towards the girl on the bed, she had no idea what was happening behind her as it flowed towards her before hitting the edge and dripping down on her shoulder!

“What bağcılar escort the… oh great, this shit is all over my shirt and…” she stopped after she took her shirt off as she begun to feel a little flustered,

The slime was all over her neck and was dripping down her chest, she sat back down on the bed trying to shake off this feeling.

She went to wipe the ooze off of her with her hand but as she massaged the stuff in to her skin she began to feel this amazing sensation. This warm tingling started to flow through her as she rubbed this stuff all over herself. After a moment she removed her bras and began spreading the slime over her breast’s, the moment it touched her nipples she felt an amazing surge of pleasure!

“Oh my god! This stuff is great!” She said still rubbing it all over herself! Without her noticing her pants began to unbutton and unzip on their own leaving room for her to stick her slime covered hand down in to her pussy! She almost jumped out of her skin as the slime touched her clit. “HOLY…FUCK!” She yelled out before pulling off her pants and underwear to rub more on herself!

Her boyfriend had just come back up with a fresh load of dry towels when he walked in to the bedroom. He dropped the basket when he saw his Girlfriend on the bed rubbing the slime all over herself, squirming like she was in euphoria! “Um… Liz” he said in kind of a confused tone!

Her eyes shot over to him before she said “FUCK ME! … FUCK ME NOW TONY!! grabbing him by the shirt and throwing him down on the bed. She quickly unbuckled his pants ripping them off followed by his underwear revealing escort zeytinburnu his penis which wasn’t quit hard yet. Noticing this she grabbed another glob from the spilt bottle and began rubbing it all over his cock making him hard within seconds.

Tony was very confused by what had happened in the few minutes he left the apartment but once he was fully erect she jumped on his throbbing member and began fucking him like a lunatic! He reached up grabbing her breast’s which were covered in the contents from the bottle making her moan with every touch! His cock felt warm and tingly as his crazed girlfriend rode him so hard the bed started to move back and forth banging against the wall.

“THIS…FEELS…SOO…FUCKING…GOOD!” Liz yelled out milking Tony for everything he had! Tony was in shock with how sexy this all was! She had never been like this before, usually she was very timid and he did most of the work, but this was incredible!

She suddenly reached down and ripped his shirt off before saying “MORE…TOUCH ME MORE!” Pulling him up towards her rubbing her slimy tits in his face and grabbing and pulling his hair! Soon she began to squeak and moan louder and louder before she finally screamed as her pussy clamped down around his cock making them both cum together! Tony could feel himself squirted what felt like gallons in to her while the held each other tightly!

“Holy shit… Holy shit! … Liz! That was incredible!” Liz took a few deep breaths before reaching up and grabbing the bottle which seemed to have more left in it than it should have. Lifting herself off of him she poured the rest of the contents on his cock!

“We aren’t done yet!” She said as she climbed back on his throbbing member and began to ride him again! Tony watched his crazed woman start fucking him again and oddly enough whatever was in that bottle made his dick stay hard and ready to go again!

“Fuck… this stuff is great!”

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The Watch Igor opened the door to his crime lab with a happy whistle and a lop-sided smile. He checked on several experiments, noting with considerable pride that his “fishied chips” had spawned and that there was a small school of tiny swimming potatoes clustered about the floating pond weed. He lifted an enormous magnifying glass and peered in at them. Excellent. Just as he’d hoped, the new species bred true. Now all he needed to do was negotiate the use of an empty warehouse and he could go into the vegan fast food business. All Jolson would be delighted.

Patting the tank in satisfaction he turned and went through the door into the central greenhouse section and stopped dead in his tracks. As usual, half of the conservatory was taken up by the monstrous Venus Cow Trap but most unusually, one of the leaf traps in the center was closed. Not only was it closed, but the light shining down through the glass roof silhouetted something inside the trap. Something very human shaped and very, very still.

“Oh, bugger!”

Igor shook his head, turned, left the lab (carefully locking the door) and marched with determination up the stairs and into the office Captains Carrot and Angua shared. The two looked up at him quizzically.

“We have a problem. Thomeone hath managed to get into the crime lab and the Venuth Cow Trap ate them.”

“Eww!” Angua was appalled. “He isn’t still alive is he–or she?”

“That’th highly unlikely, I’m afraid. Oneth the trap clotheth, digethtive enthymes immediately begin to flow. They’re highly corrothive and can ditholve a quarter of a horthe in thomething around three or four dayth. They’re pretty toxic, too, tho I imagine our intruder hath not only pathed the final veil but ith unfit for thpare partths. Pity.”

“Gosh,” Captain Carrot still looked puzzled, “I don’t suppose you have any way of identifying him?”

Igor shook his head. “He mutht have come down from the theiling becauthe he’th in the thenter of the plant. It’th grown tho big now that I’m not thure even how to get to him. And even if we did, I have no idea how to open the leaf. We’d probably have to cut it off. Come look at it. Maybe we can come up with thome ideath.”

Still carrying his freshly poured mug of tea, Carrot followed Igor back down the stairs with Angua close behind. Once in the conservatory, they walked around the plant, noting with some unease that the leaves seemed to follow them and lean outwards. After some minutes of this, Carrot looked quizzically at the plant and tossed his now empty mug into one of the traps. It closed with an audible ‘thunk’ and then about half a minute later, reopened and let the ceramic drop to the floor with what might be interpreted as vegetable disgust. Carrot nodded.

“Oh, good thinking, Carrot,” Angua murmured, “This is obviously a job for the golems. The plant can’t eat them and if it tries, they can probably rip it open. And I’ll bet they would have no trouble detaching the–occupied leaf. You two wait here. I think Dorfl is in the building and probably Hammer 12. We should be back in less than 10 minutes.”

After she left Igor turned to the Watch Captain. “Do you thee anything thuspicious about that thilhouette, Captain? To me it lookth like itth handth are tied behind itth back and the feet look bound.”

Carrot nodded slowly with a grim expression on his honest face. “I’m afraid you’re right, Igor. We really do need to get it down and out of there. Was someone just disposing of a body or did they deliberately drop it down into the leaf alive? Either way, it looks like murder to me.”

Igor shuddered. “What a ghathtly way to die! I hope Hith Lordthip doethn’t decide that the punithment thould fit the crime. Hanging is tho much more merthiful than being digethted alive.”

The captain nodded again. That was one of the Patrician’s traits that made him (to Carrot, at least) rather likeable. The man preferred not having to have anyone killed but if it was necessary, it should be quick and clean. His years in the Assassins’ Guild School had had a lasting impact. An exception was made, however, for mime artists.

The tramp of heavy steps reverberated through the laboratory door as two golem constables descended the stairway closely following Angua. She held the door for them and gestured toward the huge plant.

Hammer 12 looked up at the ‘occupied’ leaf from several directions then turned to Carrot. “It Doesn’t Like The Flavor Of Ceramic?” it asked.

“Either it doesn’t like the taste or detects that it can’t consume inorganics. I tossed a mug into a leaf and even though it closed on it, it quickly spat it out.”

The golem’s red eyes banked and glowed brighter again, rather as though it was blinking. It took a couple of steps closer and stuck a massive fist into the trap which promptly closed and reopened.

“Mm-hm. This Should Not Be Hard.”

Both golems waded into the Cow Trap, shoving aside huge stalked leaves as they strode. Initially the plant mecidiyeköy escort leaned out their way but when it ‘realized’ where they were going, put up a fight. The clay juggernauts were inexorable, however, and soon reached the base of the leaf with the body inside. Grabbing the stem, they pulled the leaf down to where the others stood and then squeezed the base of the leaf, choking it until it grudgingly opened and disgorged the semi-digested corpse.

By then, Igor had retrieved a gurney to carry the repulsive burden out of the greenhouse and out into the main laboratory.

“Thank-you, Conthtabelth. I have no idea how we would have retrieved thith poor thoul without you. Now, if the retht of you would mathk up, we will begin the protheth of determining the identity–or at least the thpethies–and the cauthe of death.”

Igor handed everyone (except the golems, of course) a surgical mask and pulled on a white coat. Though it was common knowledge that his clan were renowned surgeons the others in the room were quite surprised to discover that this one also had some skill as a pathologist. He measured the corpse from every viewpoint establishing without a doubt that the victim was neither dwarf nor goblin and then rolled it face down. The cause of death was immediately apparent.

“Hmmm, thabbed expertly through the heart from behind. I would even venture to thugjetht that it was done after he wath tied up. A very profethional executhion thith.”

“Which means,” Carrot looked up from the copious notes he’d been taking, “that this fellow was dumped into the Cow Trap to dispose of the evidence. If you’d stayed out of the greenhouse for a couple of days, it would have worked, too. All that would have been left would be the cloth and, I suppose, his teeth.”

“Nope, the teeth would have digethted, too, just like the boneth. Thtill, I am thurprithed that anyone would be tempted to gamble on my being abthent long enough to get away with it. From my experienthe feeding this monthter, he wath probably dumped thometime after midnight.”

Angua bent down and took a long sniff of the corpse. Then she looked up at the ceiling.

“He must have been lowered down through the manhole we left when we expanded the cellar for Igor. If he’s only been dead since very early this morning, he should be easy to track back to the place of death. Carrot, I’m going to take these two constables with me and see what I can find. The track should be pretty easy to follow. He’s been eating nothing but Auriental food for at least a week.”

“That Is Logical,” Lance Sergeant Dorfl rumbled, “It Would Be Unlikely That A Common Criminal Would Have Known What The Venus Cow Trap Was. Only An Immigrant From Bhang-Bhang Duc Would Have Recognized One If He Saw It. This Reduces Our Suspect List Considerably.”

“And,” Hammer 12 added, “There Is No Question But That We Have A Murder On Our Hands. Commander Vimes Will Not Be Pleased.”

“No,” Angua replied “he won’t. You tell him, Carrot, while ‘the boys’ and I go tracking.”

*****

His Grace, His Excellency, The Duke of Ankh; Commander Sir Samuel Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch sat down at his desk, opened the drawer and took out a pad of foolscap, a pencil and one of the new-fangled sharpeners that the goblins had come up with. Much as he disliked innovation, this worked so much better than a pen knife that he was persuaded.

“So,” he muttered, “we have a murder to solve.”

Murder, as such, was uncommon in Ankh-Morpork. Oh, people (of various species) died frequently. They could be inhumed by the Assassins’ Guild, it was true, but that was perfectly legal. And the ways one could commit suicide were astounding. Walking into The Mended Drum and declaring yourself Vincent the Invincible was a guarantee. Calling a dwarf short stuff or a troll a stupid rock was even quicker. And the gods forbid that you should go up to a witch, werewolf, vampire (or Susan Sto Helit), leering, and proclaim, “I likes me a girl with spirit!” The only real question then was how messy your demise would be.

Admittedly, things were much worse twenty years ago. Now you could go about your business secure in the knowledge that mayhem and robbery were only a possibility rather that a sure thing. But murder, per se, was rare. However rare does not mean non-existent and now that one had been committed it was up to the Watch to determine who the Patrician should have hanged. Much might have changed in the last couple of decades but the stubborn plodding of police work hadn’t. And with Vimes, it all began with a pencil, a sheet of paper and pattern. What related to what, to whom, and why did it?

First he wrote ‘Venus C0w Trap’ and drew a circle around it. Then he wrote Bhang-Bhang Duc and circled it and connected the circles. Now what? Auriental food seemed to be a factor so he circled that and since the most prominent restaurant that served such was the Counterweight Palace bayrampaşa escort it, too, was written down and circled. So far, nothing. Though he was inclined to agree with Igor that only someone from Bhang-Bhang Duc would have known about the plant, that was an idea that needed checking. He’d pass the question on to Sergeant Colon because though the old copper was just as fat, lazy and stupid as he looked, he also had a sense of the street and a web of contacts that could (and had) surprised not only the Commander but a number of criminals who couldn’t believe their bad luck. (Who knew? The Watch knew!)

Vimes, however, didn’t believe that only the street types were capable of crime. From prior experience he knew better so he needed someone who knew the upper classes of Ankh like he, himself, knew the cobbles of its streets. Lady Sybil, his beloved wife, knew positively everyone. Not just in Ankh-Morpork but clear across the Sto Plains, she maintained a correspondence with every one of her old chums at Quirm College for Young Ladies. Inquiries were now proceeding so he folded up the paper, stuck it in his pocket and left for home and supper.

Dinner was digested, young Sam (with dog and dragon) was in bed and Willikins had gone off to the Guild of Butlers, Valets and Gentlemen’s Gentlemen. Having recently been elected (by acclimation) to the governing board he was attending the monthly meeting and would return when business and its following social hour were complete. So having the house to themselves, Sir Samuel and Lady Sybil sat in front of the fireplace in the master bedroom suite with nightcaps to review the day’s events.

Sybil’s, as usual, dealt mostly with dragons and young Sam’s progress in his lessons and her husband listened contentedly to the litany. It took his mind off Ankh-Morpork’s normal chaos and provided an illusion of tranquil normality within the oasis of his home.

Once she had run through everything, Lady Sybil asked, as was her custom, “And how did your day go, dear?”

Taking a sip of his Sam Vimes Special, the Commander related the events in the Crime Lab. “So,” he continued, “I hope that the key to solving this revolves around just who would know that what Igor has in his greenhouse. Is there anyone you can think of who would suspect the existence of the Venus Cow Trap? Who, outside of the Agatean community would have any idea that it’s there?”

Sybil finished darning a sock, folded it up with its mate and thought for a few moments.

“Well,” she replied, “I have no doubt that everyone in the Royal Botanical Society knows that Megadionea bovilpula exists. The question then becomes who among them knows that Igor has one. Does he happen to belong? I hear that they are quite the scientifically inquisitive bunch. He would, I imagine, fit right in.”

Vimes was disappointed. If even his wife knew the Latitian name for the trap there was a very good possibility that its existence was somewhat common knowledge. However, that chances that any of the city’s upper classes would put it to use as a sarcophagus seemed remote. He said so.

“Well, I should jolly well think not!” Sybil replied adamantly, “When anyone in the aristocracy wants to remove a rival, they simply call Lord Downey’s young people. It saves embarrassment and removes the need to hide any bodies. The receipt pinned to the shirt front solves everything nicely. However, that doesn’t let the Botanists off the hook. It’s a very egalitarian organization. The ribbon awarded for the best potted geranium is the same as the one for the best Agatean orchid so I think, Sam, that you will have to investigate them, as well.”

“Seven damned Hells,” Vimes muttered. For a second he had held out hope that this wouldn’t turn out to be a convoluted puzzle with one edge missing. Not for the first time the Commander wished he believed in a god of policing so he could curse it for not making his life easier. “Well, if Igor doesn’t belong, I’ll just send someone to one of their meetings for a surreptitious snoop. Which of my constables looks the most harmless–and don’t say Nobby!”

Sybil looked hurt. For reasons of her own (which no one else understood) she liked Corporal Nobbs, considering him a loveable scamp and diamond in the rough. “How about your newest dwarf, Cuddi? She’s so feminine I’m sure no one would ever expect she was as good at taking other species off at the knee as any other dwarf.”

Vimes thought about that. Given a choice, he’d have dispatched Captain von Humperding. The vampire Watchman so radiated refinement and polish that it was a rare criminal who did not make the mistake of thinking that she was just one more flighty nob. Getting lifted up and thrown across the room usually disabused them of such notions.

However, Sally had been sent back to Bonk where she very competently ran the Überwald Watch. No, Lady Sybil was right. Cuddi was the most likely candidate. He’d talk to her and Igor escort bahçelievler the next day.

*****

Madame Lotus Blossom, entrepreneur and owner of the Counterweight Palace sat at her desk with her fingers steepled in front of her elegantly sculptured features. The expression thereon was stern.

“Clarify, please. One Ginger Root has simply disappeared? He was at his station in the kitchen two nights ago and now no one knows where he is? This is disturbing.”

“Especially, my lady, as he was our best known mole from the Five Noble Families,” Two Razors replied, “I have no doubt that they either will or possibly already have replaced him and we shall have to go to the trouble of finding out who it may be all over again. Most vexing.”

Lotus Blossom sighed. “Indeed. Keeping track of who is shadowing us is one of the least amusing parts of espionage. My sister’s directive was to keep her informed of the machinations of Ankh-Morpork which is no small job in its own right. Having the added burden of avoiding assassination from her enemies at home rather spoils the game. Well, internal security is your job, Two Razors, so focus your attention on detecting his replacement. I will see what I can find out about our chef’s disappearance.”

*****

In an alley two blocks from the Counterweight Palace, Angua and the two golem constables had now been joined by Sgt. Littlebottom and her crime site bag. They were examining a rather large bloodstain on the pavement surrounded by yellow tape.

“So what does your nose tell you, Captain,” Sgt Littlebottom asked.

“I can detect four Agateans, one of them probably unconscious since he was dragged out of that building over there. He’s also the one who left this very large bloodstain. So Dorfl and I will follow the scent to where we presume they lowered him through Igor’s roof and see if there’s anything else we can learn. You and Hammer 12 go look in that warehouse and see if there is any other information you can locate. Probably better have your ax out. I doubt that you will be interrupting the Royal Botanical Society monthly meeting.”

Cheri nodded grimly and unslung her traditional ax. When dwarfs and trolls first joined the Watch there was considerable disagreement over the use of ‘ethnic weapons’, i.e. axes and clubs. The argument had been resolved by changing the definition. Now a large club with a nail in it is referred to as ‘truncheon (ethnic), augmented, for use by troll officers, one each’ and the axes have become ‘sword (ethnic), short (dwarf variant) one each’ so now everyone was happy–except anyone who was on the receiving end of either. She twitched the edge with her fingernail making a sinister tsing.

“Whatever we interrupt will be brought to a close, a very quick close,” Cheri was in no mood to be thwarted, “Come on, Constable, let’s prod buttock!”

Golems aren’t very fast but they are relentless so Angua and Dorfl set off in what to the clay constable was probably a lope but which to the werewolf was an easy stroll. This was beneficial because it gave her time to zero in on the enticing smell of blood. It was also problematical because it gave her time to zero in on the enticing smell of blood and the sworn vegetarian began to perspire. Fortunately, full moon was only a week away and she would Change and go chicken hunting–keeping in mind the addresses so she could go back the next morning and pay for them. For now, though, it made concentrating on anything else very difficult.

Cheri had no such problem. She marched over to the door, pounded on it yelling, “City Watch. Open up!”

When there was no response, she nodded at Constable Hammer 12 who went through the door. Brushing splinters off his shoulders, he looked around.

“It Appears That They Have Done A Runner And Probably Right After They Disposed Of The Corpse.”

Cheri had to agree. There hadn’t been much in the building in the first place, just some boxes and packing crates with some random trash but Commander Vimes insisted that every crime scene needed careful examination so the two constables went over the room thoroughly. They found the remnants of a length of rope which they put in a bag and labeled. Back at Pseudopolis Yard, Igor could compare it with the one that bound the victim. There was nothing much more until Hammer 12 found a crumpled piece of paper with Agatean ideograms on it.

“This May Be A Clue.”

“Or someone’s laundry list. But we’ll take it back to the Yard. Maybe we can send it to the University for Professor Rincewind to translate.”

There was nothing else so the pair returned to Pseudopolis Yard to compare notes with Angua and Dorfl.

*****

In the afternoon two days later, Amos Cordwinder threw back his shoulders to straighten his back and ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to neaten it. Holding his cap respectfully in front of his chest, he rang the bell to the Servants’ Entrance of Ramkin House, swallowed and waited for someone to pay attention. To his great unsettlement, instead of a cook or kitchen girl, the door was thrown open by the imposing figure of Her Grace, The Duchess of Ankh, Lady Sybil Deidre Olgivanna Vimes (née Ramkin) who looked down at him kindly and said, “Well, hello. What can we do for you, young man?”

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Ich lag breitbeinig in meinem Stuhl in der Maske und versuchte mich etwas zu erholen. Neben mir links lag Frank und lies sich gerade säubern. Die ihm zugewiesene Assistentin hatte es sich nicht nehmen lassen, zuerst seinen Schwanz sauber zu lutschen, das geile Luder. Er schaute sehr zufrieden aus. Meiner Möse hatte die Maskenbildnerin schon eine Intim-Spülung verpasst.

Obwohl ich heute schon einiges erlebt hatte, wäre ich dabei schon wieder fast gekommen. Dabei noch deren tolle Body. Ihre Möse hatte sie mit einem Schmetterlings-Tattoo geschmückt, welches mir sehr gefiel. Rechts saß Ingrid, mit der ich heute auch noch drehen sollte. Ich war schon etwas aufgeregt, wäre es doch mein erstes Erlebnis mit einer Frau. Ingrid war super gebaut, braun gebrannt, sehr schlank, feste Titten mit großen Vorhöfen und Nippeln und hatte extrem ausgeprägte Schamlippen. So etwas hatte ich noch nicht gesehen. Die inneren Schamlippen waren eher Lappen. Sie ragten aus ihrer Möse heraus und dominierten deren Aussehen. Fast wie Schmetterlingsflügel. Ihre Assistentin, nackt wie alle – nur ein Halb-BH, welche ihre Titten anhob – und mit einer extrem beringten Möse – überprüfte gerade Ingrids Mösen-Rasur und bewegte und zog dabei auch an Ingrids Schamlippen, was ihr offensichtliches Wohlgefallen verursachte. Ingrid viel wohl auf, das ich auf ihre Fotzenlappen starte. Sie lachte mich an und rieb sich lazessiv ihre Möse.

Dann begann die Maskenbildnerin auch mich einzuölen. Es war sehr angenehm. Als sie mir mehrmals fest an die Möse griff und den Bereich ölte und massierte, konnte ich kaum noch an mich halten. Ich war froh, als es endlich vorbei war. Ich schloss die Augen und versuchte mich zu entspannen. Ich hörte das Geräusch des Einölens der beiden anderen Körper neben mir, ein wolliges Stöhnen – wohl von Ingrid.

Vor Erschöpfung war ich fast eingeschlafen, da spürte ich etwas an meiner Klito reiben. Ich blinzelte mit meinen Augen und sah grinsend Frank zwischen meinen Beinen stehen und seinen noch fast schlappen Schwanz an meiner Möse reibend und bei dem Versuch, ihn einzuführen. Das gelang ihm auch besser als gedacht. Meine heute noch gedehnte Fotze setzte kaum einen

Widerstand entgegen. Es war schön, die langsamen Fick-Bewegungen von Frank zu spüren und wie sein Schwanz langsam wieder wuchs. Ich rutschte mit meinem Becken ihm immer weiter entgegen und versuchte meine Beine noch weiter zu spreizen. Neben Frank stand die geile Maskenbildnerin Monique und machte eine Bewegung, als wenn sie gleich Franks Eier bearbeiten möchte und grinste dabei. Plötzlich kam eine Durchsage: “Simone und Ingrid bitte SOFORT zum Set. Simone und Ingrid bitte SOFORT zum Set”.

Ich setze mich wieder aufrecht hin und zog mein Becken zurück. Franks Schwanz flutschte sofort aus meiner Möse. Er war nicht gerade begeistert, aber es ging ja nicht anders. Monique nahm noch schnell ein Tuch und wischte nochmal schnell meine Schenkel und Möse ab, um eventuelle Spuren dieses „Trainings” zu entfernen. Ingrid war auch schon aufgesprungen und gab mir ein deutliches Zeichen, sofort mit ihr zu kommen.

Aus der Sicht von Frank

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Ich war ziemlich fertig und lag neben Simone im Stuhl bei der Maske. Eine der geilen Assistentinnen hatte gerade meinen Schwanz gesäubert und rieb mich nun intensiv mit Ölen ein. Besondere Aufmerksamkeit richtete sie auf meinen Schwanz und meinen Sack. Innerlich war ich schon wieder geil. Neben mir saß breitbeinig Simone und versuchte wohl sich zu entspannen. Sie hatte ja heute auch schon einiges durch. Die Assistentin war mit mir soweit fertig, ich saß noch breitbeinig im Stuhl und betrachtete zufrieden meinen Body. Mein Schwanz war noch schlaff. Ich zog langsam die Vorhaut über meine Eichel bis hinter den Eichellrand.

Ich schaute auf die Monitore. Dort trieben es gerade Thomas und Irene im Bad in der Wanne und der Duschkabine. Sie zeigten wirklich akrobatische Stellungen. Der Schwanz von Thomas war zwar nicht gerade lang, aber dick und wie es aussah sehr standhaft. Irene war eine ziemlich kleine Person und war für Thomas gut handhabbar.

Leise stand ich auf und stellte mich zwischen die Beine von Simone. Ich begann meine Eichel an Simone zu reiben. Sie blinzelte mich kurz an und rutschte dann mir entgegen. Langsam versuchte ich mit meinem nicht sehr steifen Schwanz in sie einzudringen. Das ging viel besser als gedacht – war aber auch wiederum kein Wunder. Ihre Fotze war noch erheblich gedehnt und setzte mir kaum Widerstand entgegen. Neben mir stand die Maskenbildnerin von Simone und streichelte mir über meine Rücken und deute wohl Simone an, gleich meine Eier abgreifen zu wollen. Die Nachbarin von Simone, dass war wohl die Ingrid, sah auch interessiert zu. Sie war mir auch schon aufgefallen. Ihre Titten waren sehr attraktiv und mein Blick blieb auch automatisch

an ihren Fotzenlappen hängen, die einfach außergewöhnlich waren.

Meine Gedanken wurden durch eine Durchsage unterbrochen. “Simone und Ingrid bitte SOFORT zum Set. Simone und Ingrid bitte SOFORT zum Set”.

Mein Schwanz rutschte aus Simones Möse, weil sie gleich aufgesprungen escort halkalı ist. Die Maskenbildnerin schafte es gerade noch, schnell mit einem Tuch Simones Schenkel abzuwischen. Ich gab Simone noch einen Kuss, da eilten beide schon aus dem Raum zum Set. In dem Augenblick kam schon Chan in die Maske und fragte, ob ich mit ihr zum Set komme, die Aufnahmen beobachten. So eilte ich mit ihr zum Set.

Einige Minuten später, aus der Sicht von Frank

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Ich stellte mich mit Chan zu den anderen, fast alle waren noch völlig nackt, eine der Damen hatte eine Art String aus Ketten um, wobei die Ketten durch ihre Mösenspalte liefen. Es gefiel mir sehr gut. Etwas weiter vergnügte sich gerade einer der Kabelhalter mit einer der Prellböcke und Claudia erledigte wohl einen Blow-Job bei der Regie. Thomas und Irene kamen auch gerade wieder, gezeichnet von ihrem Auftritt, und wollten erst mal ein Glas Sekt trinken, bevor sie wieder in die Maske gingen. Chan griff mir plötzlich an den Schwanz. “Darf ich” fragte sie – und ohne meine Antwort abzuwarten, zog sie meine Vorhaut wieder hinter den Eichelrand zurück. “Sieht so besser aus” grinste sie. Ich schaute mich um. Ich war hier im Augenblick tatsächlich der einzig Unbeschnittene. Und mein Gefühl bestätigte sich: Ein beschnittener Schwanz sah geiler und in gewissen Maß immer Einsatzbereit aus, da die Eichel immer gut sichtbar war. Wenn die Vorhaut alles versteckte und der verschrumpelte Zipfel über der Eichel lag, war das irgendwie ungeil. Mein Entschluss, mich noch beschneiden zu lassen, war wieder etwas gewachsen. Es ertönte ein Gong und am Set wurde das Licht etwas dunkler. Ich war neugierig, welche Kulissen sich die Beiden ausgesucht hatten.

Es war die Kulisse für das Tatra-Massage-Studio. Ingrid und Simone schritten in die Kulisse. Simone offensichtlich etwas verunsichert, Ingrid eindeutig der dominante Part. Ingrid deutet Simone an, sich hinzulegen. Simone legte sich auf den Boden in der Form eines X, mit weit gespreizten Armen und Beinen. Eine Kamera erfasste sofort Simone und wagte eine Kamerafahrt am Boden, zu und über ihre Möse, zu ihren Titten und dann über ihr Gesicht.

Ingrid holte Bänder, wohl aus Leder, und fixierte die Hände und Arme von Simone an Ringen im Boden. Mit anderen Bändern aus Gummi fixierte Sie Simones Beine. So waren die Beine gespreizt, fixiert und trotzdem in gewissen Rahmen beweglich. Während der Aktion verfolgte eine andere Kamera Ingrid. Der Blick durch Ingrids Beine auf Simone war einzigartig. Ingrids Fotzenlappen hoben sich gegen den hellen Hintergrund extrem hervor. Aus der Perspektive der Kamera hingen die Lappen gerade über Simones Gesicht. Ein Blick in die Runde zeigte, dass diese Bilder nicht nur mich ansprachen.

Ingrid begann Simone einzuölen und abwechseln mit Seidentüchern und Federn auf ihrem Body zu stimulieren. Simone räkelte sich lazessiv und wurde offensichtlich immer heißer. Ingrid kniete sich nun vor Simone, griff ihre Beine, um diese noch weiter zu spreizen und begann langsam Simones Fotze zu lecken. Simones Becken wurde immer unruhiger. Ingrid drückte ihr Gesicht immer weiter in Simones Schoß. Gleichzeitig hob sie ihren Hintern immer höher und gewährte allen Anwesenden einen unverfälschten Blick auf ihre feuchte, erregte Möse. Ihre Fotzenlappen waren feucht schienen durch die Erregung noch größer geworden zu sein.

Ingrid war sich der Wirkung ihrer besonderen körperlichen Veranlagung ohne Zweifel sehr bewußt.

Langsam wanderte ihre Zunge von der Möse Richtung Bauchnabel und zu Simones Titten. Sie legte sich komplett auf Simone, versuchte ihre Möse gegen die von Simone zu drücken, rieb ihre Titten an denen von Simone und begann Simone zu küssen. Langsam zog sie ihr Becken weiter an Simones Körper hoch und rieb die Fotzenlappen an deren Körper und verteilte ihren schon reichlich produzierten Liebessaft auf Simone. Simone bewegte ihre Beinen und ihr Becken so gut es die Fixierungen zuließ. Sie schien es kaum noch auszuhalten.

Jetzt kam von der Decke des Studios eine Haltestange herunter geschwebt. Ich war neugierig, was das denn sollte. Ingrid schien, im Gegensatz zu Simone, gar nicht überrascht und griff die Stange, um Ihren Oberkörper hochzuziehen. Kaum war das geschehen, drückte Sie ihre Möse und die tropfenden Fotzenlappen in Simones Gesicht oder besser rieb mit diesen über Simones Mund. Simone war schon etwas überrascht und es war ja das erste Mal, dass sie eine Möse lecken sollte. Die extremen inneren Schamlippen von Ingrid taten sicher ihr übriges. Aber Ingrid lies sich nicht beirren und rieb ihre Möse weiter über Simones Mund, die nun endlich ihren Mund weit öffnete und begann, Ingrids Möse ausgiebig zu lecken und zu saugen. Bei den Nahaufnahmen war gut zu sehen, wie feucht Ingrid schon war. Auch Simone steigerte sich immer mehr. Zwischen ihren Beinen war auf dem grauen Belag schon ein Fleck aus ihrem Mösensaft zu sehen und ihr Becken arbeitete immer intensiver mit. Jetzt versuchte sie sogar mit ihren Lippen die Fotzenlappen von Ingrid zu fassen zu kriegen und an diesen zu saugen, was Ingrid escort beşiktaş mit ebenfalls heftigen Beckenbewegungen quittierte.

Plötzlich leuchtete am Set eine Tafel mit dem Symbol für Männlichkeit auf. Ich schaute mich fragend um. Die medizinische Assistentin sah meinen fragenden Blick und sagte zu mir “Das ist sozusagen der Joker. Es kann ein beliebiger männlicher Darsteller dazu stoßen. Sie sind ja bereit und zeigte auf meine steifen Schwanz. Wenn sie wollen, gehen sie.” Die anderen nickten mir aufmuntern zu. Ich ging zu der Kulisse und musste an der Regie vorbei. Der Regisseur winkte mich kurz zu sich: “Nur Ingrid ficken, klar? Und danach sofort wieder weg und Platz für den nächsten”. Ich nickte. Ich betrat die Kulisse und näherte mich von hinten Ingrid. Simone konnte mich nicht sehen. Ich stellte mich breitbeinig über Simone hinter Ingrid und griff ihr Becken. Ich zog sie etwas hoch.

Sie schien wenig überrascht. Mit einem kräftigen Stoß drang ich mit meinen Schwanz in sie ein. Das Gefühl, welches ihre Fotzenlappen an meinem Schwanz und insbesondere den Schenkeln erzeugten, war für mich auch neu. Sie war schon extrem feucht und ich fickte sie über Simones Gesicht. Simone konnte nun zuschauen, wie nur wenige Zentimeter über ihrem Gesicht ein Schwanz Ingrid fickte. Ich kam ziemlich schnell. Den ersten Schuss verpasste ich in Ingrids Möse, den zweiten in Simones Gesicht. Als Ingrid merkte, dass ich soweit wohl fertig war, drückte sie ihre Möse wieder in Simones Gesicht, welches schon ziemlich geschmückt und verklebt war. Ich rieb meinen Schwanz noch an Simones Titten und drückte den letzten Tropfen heraus.

Dann verlies ich das Set. Da kam mir auch schon Tom grinsend entgegen. Wieder am Set bei den anderen angekommen (Chantal begrüßte mich mit Küsschen und Glückwunsch), konnte ich auf den Monitoren verfolgen, wie Tom Ingrid fickte. Ingrid lag mit Ihrer Möse defacto auf Simone (noch enger als bei mir). Diese war hautnah wie wohl noch nie Zeuge eines Intensiv-Ficks. Ingrid schien – davon abgesehen, das ich sie gerade gefickt hatte – auch so keine Probleme mit Toms Schwanzgröße zu haben. Ingrid zog sich und ihr Becken wieder etwas an der Stange hoch, als dann auch Tom kam und sich ein Schwall der Geilheit über Simone ergoss. Er drückte Ingrid etwas weiter nach vorn und schon noch kurz seinen Prügel in Simones Mundfotze, die auch den letzten Tropfen noch absaugte.

Tom zog sich nun auch aus dem Set zurück. Ingrid setze sich breitbeinig auf Simones Bauch und begann sie wieder zu küssen und zu liebkosen, mit ihrer Möse an ihr zur reiben und die Säfte aufzunehmen. Simone gab sich Ingrid völlig hin. Ingrid hockte sich neben Simone und begann, sich Simones Möse zu widmen, wobei sie jetzt aber mehr ihre Hände einsetzte. Langsam drang sie

mit ihrem Finger in Simone ein, dann mit Zwei und dann…. Sie weitete und dehnte Simones Fotze immer weiter und das Becken von Simone wurde immer unruhiger. Und ehe Simone sich versah, hatte sie ihr erstes Faust-Fick Erlebnis. Mit einmal war Ingrids Hand in Simones Fotze tief eingedrungen und das Becken von Simone bäumte sich auf. Die Lustschreie steigerten sich bei jeder Bewegung von Ingrids Hand in Simones Möse. Simone hatte nicht nur ihr erstes W/W Erlebnis, sondern auch ihren ersten

Faust-Fick. Sie hatte sicher Glück, dass Ingrids Hände nicht sehr groß waren. Simone hatte jetzt offensichtlich einen intensiven Orgasmus. Ingrid zog ihre Hand aus der Möse und man hörte das schmatzende Geräusch. Unterhalb von Simone war ein großer feuchter Fleck zu sehen und die Kameras überboten sich mit Großaufnahmen der beiden Darstellerinnen. Ingrid leckte genüßlich ihre Hand ab und nahm nun eine 69-Stellung ein und leckte Simones Fotze und drückte ihre wiederum in Simones Gesicht.

Langsam ging das Licht in der Kulisse aus und wir hörten “Gestorben”. Die volle Beleuchtung wurde wieder eingeschaltet und ich konnte sehen, wie Simone von Ingrid ihrer Fesseln befreit wurde und Ingrid ihr beim aufstehen half. Ingrid nahm Simone in den Arm und küsste sie intensiv auf den Mund. Simone erwiderte den Kuss leidenschaftlich und ihre Hände suchten sich den Weg zu Ingrids Möse, wo sie mit deren Fotzenlappen spielte.

Aus Simones Sicht:

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Wir kamen aus der Maske und gingen zur Regie. Ingrid sagte nur “Tantrastudio?” Der Regisseur nickte und gab als Anweisung “Maximales Facesitting und Faustfick”. Ich hörte es – aber ich hatte keine Vorstellung, was das konkret für mich bedeuten würde. Auch auf einen Faustfick war ich noch nicht vorbereitet. Ingrid sah meinen fragenden Blick und sagte in strengen Ton, dass ich schon sehen werde und sowieso eher den passiven Part hätte.

Wir gingen in die Kulisse. Ich sah nochmal zu den anderen. Da stand Frank und lies seinen Schwanz schon wieder von Chan befummeln. Er kriegte wohl auch nie genug. Aber das hatten wir ja gemeinsam. Ingrid wies mich an, mich breitbeinig in X-Form auf den Boden zu legen. Sie holte einige Bänder. Mit Lederbändern fixierte Sie meine Arme, mit Gummibändern meine Beine, wobei ich diese wohl kaum escort küçükççekmece breiter spreizen konnte. Die zahlreichen Kameras, die z.T. automatisch oder mit Kameramann uns aus

allen Perspektiven aufnahmen, registrierte ich kaum noch. Als Ingrid breitbeinig über mir stand, hoben sich ihre Schamlippen noch weiter hervor. Das machte mich noch mehr an, stellte ich überrascht fest. Bisher hatte ich noch keinen Hang zu Frauen gehabt. Allerdings hatte ich bisher kaum geile Frauen gekannt und mich z.T. selbst geschämt, mich nackt anderen zu zeigen oder gar andere Nackte intensiv zu betrachten.

Ingrid begann mich einzuölen und meinen Body zu massieren. Mit Seidentüchern und Federn streichelte sie meinen Körper und erzeugte so bisher unbekannte Gefühle. Plötzlich kniete sie zwischen meinen Beinen und drückte diese noch weiter auseinander.

Ich spürte, wie ihre Zunge meine Möse leckte. Frank hat das zwar schon oft getan, aber die weibliche Zunge war ein gänzlich anderes Instrument. Ich konnte mein Becken kaum noch halten. Die Gummibänder, mit welchen meine Beine fixiert waren, gaben mir zwar eine gewisse Bewegungsfreiheit, aber weniger, als ich auf Grund meiner Geilheit mir gewünscht hätte. Für externe Betrachter musste das wohl wie ein strampeln wirken. Langsam wanderte sie mit ihrer Zunge auf meinem Körper nach oben, über meinen Bauchnabel. Ich spürte, wie geil und feucht ich war. Ich hatte das Gefühl auszulaufen.

Wenn mich jetzt noch ein Schwanz ficken würde! Dabei rieb sie ihre Titten mit den harten Nippeln an meinen Körper. Meine Brüste bebten. Endlich erreichte Ingrid mit ihrer Zunge meine Nippel und begann diese zu liebkosen. Sie drückte ihren Körper immer enger an meinen und bald lag sie Angesicht zu Angesicht auf mir und versuchte ihre Möse gegen meine und auch ihre Titten gegen meine zu pressen und zu reiben. Ich keuchte und stöhnte und sie genoss offensichtlich meine Geilheit. Ihr Becken

wanderte langsam hinauf. Ich spürte nun ihre Möse und ihre Fotzenlappen, wie feucht sie waren und wie sie an meinem Körper klebten. Ungefähr konnte ich mir vorstellen, welche Bilder sich den Zuschauern boten.

Plötzlich sah ich, wie von der Decke an zwei Seilen, eine Stange heruntergelassen wurde. Ingrid griff mit beiden Armen nach ihr und bewegte mit einem Ruck ihr Becken zu meinem Gesicht und drückte – für mich unerwartet – ihre Möse tief hinein und rieb sie intensiv über dieses – Facesitting! Es war das erste Mal, dass ich eine Möse lecken sollte. Aber ich war – für mich selbst überraschend – willig und geil. Mein kurzes Zögern führte aber schon zu der Anweisung über meinen Ohrstöpsel “Lecken und saugen, mach schon!”. Ich begann mit meiner Zunge die Möse zu lecken und möglichst tief einzudringen.

Ingrids Fotzenlappen machten mich dabei noch heißer, da man mit diesen gut spielen konnte. Ich versuchte diese mit meinen Lippen zu greifen und daran zu ziehen, was Ingrid mit wolligem Stöhnen quittierte. Ingrid Möse lief förmlich aus und ich schluckte eine Menge ihres Saftes. Er hatte für mich einen angenehmen Geschmack. Ich konzentrierte mich darauf, alles aufzunehmen und Ingrid noch mehr Lust zu bereiten.

Da hob sich plötzlich ihr Becken und ich sah nur einen steifen Schwanz, wie er zielsicher und mit einem Stoß in Ingrid eindrang. Ingrid quickte wie ein Schwein. Ich konnte zwar nicht viel sehen, aber die Eier und der Schwanz konnten nur Frank gehören. Das zufriedene, lustvolle Stöhnen bestätigte meine Vermutung. Genau über meinem Gesicht konnte ich, nur wenige Zentimeter entfernt – nun sehen, wie sein Schwanz Ingrid fickte. Der Lustsaft lief und tropfte auf mein Gesicht. Ich versuchte mit der Zunge Schwanz oder Möse oder Eier zu erreichen, um mich beteiligen zu können, aber das gelang mir nicht.

Da schien Frank schon zu kommen und als sein Schwanz aus der Möse flutschte, schenkte er mit seinen zweiten Schuss zusätzlich zu den Mösensäften von Ingrid.

Ich schloss die Augen, genoss das Geschehene und leckte mit der Zunge über mein Gesicht. FRank rieb noch seinen Prügel an meinen Titten, dann war er wohl auch schon wieder verschwunden und Ingrid forderte ihr Recht auf Befriedigung, indem sie ihre Möse wieder in meine Mundfotze drückte und ich ihre Fotzenlappen saugen konnte. Und kaum hatte ich mich an die Situation gewöhnt, hob sich schon wieder Ingrids Becken und ich sah nur einen gewaltigen schwarzen Schwanz, der zügig in Ingrids gut vorbereitet Möse eindrang. Das konnte ja nur Tom sein. Er drückte Ingrid noch weiter herunter und rieb seinen Sack an mir und rückte Ingrids Becken soweit runter, dass ich wohl deren Klito gleichzeitig lecken sollte, was auf Grund des heftigen Ficks nur begrenzt gelang.

Als Tom abspritze, positionierte er Ingrids Möse direkt über meinem Mund und zog dann erst seinen Prügel aus der Möse, so dass mein Mund den meisten Saft aufnehmen konnte. Er versuchte noch seinen Schwanz in meiner Mundfotze zu positionieren, was auch kurz gelang. Dann war Tom auch ebenso schnell verschwunden. Ich leckte die Fotze genüsslich, da rutsche Ingrid mit ihrem Becken wieder zu meinem Bauch hinunter. Wie ich aussah, wollte ich am besten gar nicht sehen. Ich sah meine Titten, welche schon von allen Säften gezeichnet waren, in meinen Gesicht spürte ich, das einiges schon trocknete, meine Haare mussten völlig verklebt sein. Aber das war egal. Ingrid küsste und leckte mich jetzt und versuchte die Säfte aus mein Gesicht und meinen Titten aufzunehmen. Ich war noch immer extrem geil und kaum befriedigt.

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Als Frau Sandmanns Auto stoppte, dauerte es einen kurzen Augenblick und sie öffnete die Heckklappe ihres SUVs.

Im Kofferraum war eine Hundebox und in der Hundebox war ich: splitterfasernackt und mit einem Peniskäfig ausgestattet.

Sie blieb einen Moment vor der Box stehen und genoss sichtlich diesen Anblick.

Keiner von uns beiden sagte etwas. Sie lächelte siegesgewiss und ich bibberte. Einerseits vor Kälte und andererseits vor der Ungewissheit, was mich in den nächsten Stunden, ja vielleicht Tagen erwarten würde.

Dann plötzlich durchbrach sie mit ihrer ruhigen, aber dominanten Stimme die unerträgliche Ruhe:

“Schon als Du zu mir in den Laden kamst, wusste ich über Deine Devotheit Bescheid. Ich wusste, dass Du ein erbärmlicher Fußlecker und -schnüffler bist.

Und ehrlicherweise läuft es aufgrund des Mangels an Männern, die sich den Frauenfüßen bedingungslos unterwerfen in meinem Laden ‘Kiss your Miss’ leider nicht so gut. Da kam mir dieser Auftrag, Dich zu einem willenlosen Sexsklaven zu machen, gerade recht.

Du wirst mir die nächste Zeit helfen, wieder auf die Beine zu kommen. Ist das klar?”

“Natürlich, Frau Sandmann.”, sprudelte die Antwort aus mir raus.

“Das höre ich gerne, Tommilein. Du wirst nun aus dieser Box kommen, Dich schön präsentieren. Kann gut sein, dass einige Nachbarn schon neugierig an ihren Fenstern hängen und beobachten, welchen ‘Hund’ ich mir wohl zugelegt habe. Dann drehst Du Dich langsam mit dem Rücken zu mir und lässt Dir die Hände auf den Rücken fesseln. Solltest Du damit ein Problem haben, schlucke es runter, wie so vieles in den letzten Stunden. Sonst zeige ich Dein devotes Leckvideo im Public Viewing Bereich meines Ladens. Verstanden?!”

“Ja, Frau Sandmann.”

Sie öffnete die Klappe und ich stieg aus.

Es war kalt. Der Wind fuhr mir durch die Glieder. So gesehen hatte der Peniskäfig auch was Schützendes und die Kälte half meinem Pimmelchen nun auch gut darin Platz zu finden. Er schrumpelte noch ein wenig zusammen.

Frau Sandmann griff nach meinen Hoden und auch die schrumpelten zusammen, was sie mit einem lauten Lachen quittierte. Ich zuckte leicht zusammen.

“Na, ist Dir kalt in Deinem neuen Zuhause?”

Sie sprach etwas laut für meinen Geschmack, aber vermutlich wollte sie Aufmerksamkeit erregen. Mir war es unendlich peinlich und ich konnte nur beten, dass niemand, der mich kannte, gerade Zeuge dieses erbärmlichen Schauspiels sein mochte.

Weil ich nicht gleich antwortete, drückte sie etwas fester zu.

“Ich habe Dich etwas gefragt!”

“Nein, mir ist nicht kalt. Es ist mir nur peinlich, eventuell…”

Ich wollte fortfahren, doch ihr Druck auf meine Eier nahm zu.

“Nein, es ist alles gut.”, stammelte ich in den Schmerz hinein.

“Das freut mich zu hören.”, lächelte sie schnippisch, “Dann stell Dich doch hin und lass Dich fesseln, Sklave!”

Spätestens beim letzten Wort, das so laut durch die Straße schepperte, wie ein Hahnenschrei, sollten alle wach geworden sein und an ihren Fenstern hängen, um zu sehen, was hier passiert.

Ich stellte mich gerade hin, nahm die Hände auf den Rücken und präsentierte ihr damit unfreiwillig meinen Käfig und mein Gehänge noch ein bisschen mehr.

“Umdrehen!”

Das tat ich und schon nahm sie die Handfesseln und legte erst die eine und dann die andere an. Schließlich wurden beide verbunden und ich war ihr ab diesem Moment schutzlos ausgeliefert.

Dann legte sie um meine Schwanzwurzel eine lockere Schlaufe herum, die an einer Art Hundeleine hing.

“Diese Züchtigungsleine ist tückisch. Muss ich an der Leine ziehen, zieht sich auch die Schlaufe zu. Das drückt die Blutzufuhr in Deinem Schwänzchen ab, was dann natürlicherweise versucht, größer zu werden, was es aber in seinem kleinen Käfig nicht kann. Du wirst dann Schmerzen erleiden.

Es liegt aber nicht an mir, sondern daran, dass Du der Leine nicht schnell genug gefolgt bist, verstanden?!”

Ich nickte.

“So ich muss noch das Auto abschließen, bleib brav hier stehen.”

Dann zog sie an der Leine und führte mich auf den Gehweg vor ihrem Haus.

Dort blieb sie stehen, nahm die Leine straff an meiner Brust entlang und stoppte auf Höhe meines Kinns.

“Kopf nach unten und fest beißen!”

Ich nahm wie gewünscht den Kopf nach unten und biss ihn die Leine. Dadurch konnte ich aber den Kopf nicht mehr hochnehmen, weil die Leinenschlaufe sonst meinen Schwanz sofort zugedrückt hätte, was es zu vermeiden galt.

“Eine schöne Demutshaltung, die Du da einnimmst. Wenn Du die Leine aus dem Mund lässt, versohle ich Dir hier auf dem Weg vor allen Nachbarn den Hintern. Und glaube mir, die würden sich eher totlachen, als Dir zur Hilfe eilen. Verstanden?”

Ich bleib starr und unbeweglich vor Angst, als sie plötzlich und unerwartet, mit ihrer Hand auf meine nackte Pobacke schlug. Nicht fest, aber laut klatschend und bestimmt:

“Ich habe Dich was gefragt, Sklave!”

Ich fing vor Angst an zu schwitzen, hatte natürlich im Schreck den Kopf etwas angehoben und escort çatalca damit die Leinenschlaufe zugezogen, was mich vermutlich den Blutdruck in meinem Schwanz mit bloßer Hand hätte messen lassen können.

Ich machte kleine Schüttelbewegungen mit dem Kopf und stammelte unverständlich mein “Jawohl, Herrin” in die Leine hinein.

“So ist es brav.”

Sie ging zurück zum Auto und brauchte eine gefühlte Ewigkeit, um zurückzukommen und mir die Leine aus dem Mund zu nehmen.

Ich konnte ja nur nach unten sehen und sah mein eingesperrtes Schwänzchen klein und gierig nach vorne abstehen, aufgrund des Zugs der Leine. Der Druck im Käfig fing schon unangenehm zu werden.

So zog sie mich zum Eingang ihres Hauses.

Dazu mussten wir ein kurzes Stück über einen Kieselweg, dessen spitze Steine sich in meine Fußsohlen bohrten. Ich nahm die einzige Möglichkeit, ohne mir den Sack abreißen zu lassen, wahr und ging mit meinen Füßen links und rechts auf Steinplatten.

Dadurch musste ich allerdings sehr breitbeinig versuchen, meiner neuen Herrin zu folgen, was für unsere Beobachter ein herrliches Schauspiel abgegeben haben muss. Ich watschelte wie eine breitbeiniger Pinguin vorsichtig den Boden abtastend hinterher. Meinem Gefühl nach konnte man von hinten in mein Poloch gucken.

Jedenfalls war es ein sehr unwürdiger Gang.

Sie sperrte auf und führte mich in ihre Diele.

“Komm hier vor die Kleiderhaken – ganz nah!”

Ich trippelte zu den Haken, da ich immer noch kleine Steinchen an den Fußsohlen spürte.

An den Kleiderhaken hing sie meine Leine so straff es ging an einen der Haken.

Ich sollte dazu sogar auf die Zehenspitzen gehen, um noch ein paar Zentimeter zu gewinnen.

Als die Leine befestigt war, konnte ich also wählen: Entspannt stehen und die Schlaufe noch ein wenig mehr zuziehen oder auf Zehenspitzen bleiben.

Da die Schlaufe schon ziemlich zugezogen war und ich Angst hatte, mir mein Gehänge abzureißen, blieb ich auf Zehenspitzen stehen.

“So ist es brav, mein kleiner Sklave! Ich kümmere mich bald um Dich, aber jetzt muss ich ein paar Dinge erledigen, also bleib schön brav hier stehen…ha ha ha ha…”, ging sie lachend davon.

Ich hing also da und sehr schnell schmerzten meine Füße. Schließlich war und bin ich keine Balletttänzerin und hatte keine Übung auf Zehenspitzen zu stehen.

Wenigstens konnte ich sprechen, also versuchte ich mein Glück mit Betteln:

“Ähm..Frau Sandmann, das ist hier äußerst unbequem und ich kann es nicht mehr lange aushalten. Außerdem müsste ich mal auf Toilette…?!”

“Ach, der Herr hat Ansprüche und zwar eine ganze Menge, wie ich höre.”

“Es tut mir leid, ich wollte nicht…”

“Halt jetzt mal die Klappe, Sklave! Sonst verpasse ich Dir einen Knebel.”

“Aber es tut wirklich weh und ich möchte nicht hierher pinkeln.”

Sie kam mit schnellen Schritten auf mich zu, hielt mir ihre verschwitzten Sportsocken unter die Nase und stopfte sie mir anschließend in den Mund.

Bevor ich sie ausspucken konnte, band sie mir ein Tuch um den Mund.

“So, jetzt hast Du mich von meinen Vorbereitungen abgehalten, so dass es noch länger dauert, bis ich Dich losmachen kann. Selbst schuld. Du musst lernen, dass Du für die Konsequenzen selbst verantwortlich bist. Ich wollte Dich früher los machen, aber Du hast gemeckert und so brauche ich noch länger. Verstehst Du?!”

Ich nickte und zitterte leicht. Teils aus Angst, teils aus Anstrengung.

“Wenn Du mir hilfst und ein braver Sklave bist, kann es ein angenehmes Leben als Fuß- und Fotzenlecker werden. Vielleicht lasse ich Dich ab und zu auch mal kommen, damit Dein Schwänzchen nicht komplett verschrumpelt.

Wenn Du aber glaubst, aufsässig sein zu müssen oder Dich meinen Befehlen widersetzt, werde ich Dich quälen und Dir Angst und Schmerz bereiten, hast Du das verstanden?”

Dann hielt sie mir mit zwei Fingern die Nase zu, so dass ich akute Atemnot bekam. Mein Zappeln schnürte schlagartig meinen Schwanz ein, der ebenfalls in seinem Käfig zu wenig Platz bekam und schmerzte.

Als ich meine Füße kurzzeitig nicht unter Kontrolle hatte, glaubte ich mir den Sack abzureißen und zappelte ohne Sauerstoff vor der Garderobe herum.

“Ha ha ha, Du solltest Dich sehen, kleiner Zappelsklave! Kämpfe nicht dagegen an – unterwirf Dich mir und meiner Herrschaft über Dich. Fange an, davon zu träumen, dass ich Dich zu meiner Belustigung und Befriedigung quäle und misshandle und Dich ab und zu wieder geil werden lasse, damit Du mitspielst.”

Sie ließ meine Nase los und ich sog so tief ich konnte wieder Sauerstoff in meine Lungen.

Anschließend straffte sie die Leine wieder fester, so dass ich wieder auf meinen Zehen tänzeln musste, allerdings war die Schlaufe um meinen Sack schon sehr eng.

Ich riss die Augen weit auf, als ich dachte, höher geht nicht mehr.

Da verknotete sie die Leine mit dem Haken.

“So, jetzt bleib schön brav hier stehen. Wir bekommen heute vielleicht noch Besuch.”

Die escort silivri verschwitzten Socken rochen fürchterlich und die Vorstellung, diese eingespeichelten Stinker in meinem Mund zu haben, sollte mich ekeln, aber statt dessen bekam ich immer mehr Lust und mein Pimmelchen drückte mehr und mehr gegen seinen Käfig.

Frau Sandmann registrierte mein zappelndes Gefängnis und lachte hämisch.

“Na, gefällt Dir die Vorstellung, mein Sklave zu sein so gut?! Oder sind es die verschwitzten Socken?”

Ich klimpere zweimal mit den Augen.

“Die Socken?”

Ich klimpere nochmal.

“Das finde ich ganz toll von Dir, dass Du mir Deine devoten Neigungen so schnell beichtest. Das Problem ist natürlich, dass ich – um Dich zu bestrafen – dann härtere Geschütze auffahren muss.”

Ich spüre es eiskalt meinen Rücken herunterlaufen.

Nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit war sie fertig mit allem, was sie so zu tun gedachte. Sie nahm die Leine in die Hand und führte mich in die Küche.

Dort war für eine Person gedeckt und das war natürlich nicht für mich.

“Kriech unter den Tisch, mein Hündchen!”

Und weil ich nicht sofort ihrem Befehl nachkam, schnappte sie sich einen Plastikpfannenwender und schlug auf meinen Hintern ein.

Sofort ging ich unter Schmerzen zu Boden und keuchte und schrie in ihre Socken hinein.

Sie schlug noch ein bisschen weiter auf meine brennenden Pobacken ein und ich versuchte mich unter dem Tisch quasi zu verstecken.

Dann stoppte sie abrupt und meinte genüßlich: “Na, also, Du kannst ja doch, wenn Du willst, ganz schnell sein. Ich werde jetzt was essen und währenddessen kühlst Du meine Füßchen, in dem Du mit Deiner Nase dran schnupperst. Ich möchte, dass Du meine beiden Füße so intensiv riechst, dass ich es höre und spüre. Verstanden? Sonst kommt mein Klopfer wieder zum Einsatz…”

Hektisch nickte ich und umpfte ein “Jawohl, Herrin” in ihre Socken.

“So ist es brav, mein Hündchen. Dein Platz ist zu meinen Füßen, die zugegebermaßen heute nur ein wenig müffeln. Morgen nach der Arbeit und der ganzen Zeit im Studio werden die für Dich dampfen und sich an Deiner Leckerei laben. Ich freue mich schon drauf.”

Dann begann sie sich zu setzen und ihr Abendessen zu genießen. Ihre Füße waren über Kreuz, so dass ich jeden der beiden Sohlen und alle Zehen erreichen konnte. Das war doch richtig nett von ihr und deshalb machte ich mich so schnell ich konnte ans Werk und sog die mir über die Nase verbliebene Ein- und Ausatemluft nur noch durch ihre Sohlen oder ihre schwitzigen Zehen.

Ich rieb hin und wieder meine Nase dazwischen oder an ihrer Sohle um möglichst viel ihres Aromas abgreifen zu können.

Dabei gluckste sie ein wenig vor Freude.

“Ich weiß schon, dass Du meine Füße verehrst und sie jetzt auch gerne lecken möchtest, aber das heben wir uns beide für später auf. Du sollst einfach den ganzen Tag um meine Füße oder die meiner Kunden herum sein. Ich möchte, dass Du den ganzen Tag und die ganze Nacht nur noch duftende, stinkende, schwitzige Füße um Dich hast. Dein ganzer Lebenssinn und Deine ganze Erregung wird nur noch durch diesen Geruch konditioniert. Ich möchte, dass Du sofort steif wirst, wenn Du einen stinkenden Zeh vor Dir hast und lutschen darfst, und ich möchte, dass Du darum bettelst, Dein Schwänzchen an ihm reiben zu dürfen, bis es Dir kommt.

Du sollst mein 24/7 Fußfetischsklave werden und bleiben und Dein ganzes Lebensziel soll darin bestehen, mir dienen zu dürfen, nur um wieder unter meinen Stinkefüßen liegen zu können. Was hältst Du von meinem Plan?”

Sie schob den freien Fuß nach vorne in meinen Schoß und spürte, wie mein Schwänzchen in seinem Käfig zu platzen drohte.

“Na, einen Verbündeten habe ich wohl schon… ha ha ha ha…”

Ich war von ihrer kleinen Rede und dem ständigen Inhalieren ihres Fußgeruchs richtig benebelt.

Nach dem sie sich noch eine Zigarette gegönnt hatte, kam es ihr in den Sinn, auf Toilette zu müssen. Dabei sollte ich sie natürlich begleiten.

Sie setzte sich brav hin und gab mir dabei einen kleinen Einblick in ihre feuchte Muschi.

“Na, gefällt sie Dir?”

Ich nickte und umpfte schnell: “Ja, Herrin!”

“Na, komm mal her, wir machen den Knebel mal raus, damit Du meine Füßchen während meiner Sitzung besser lecken kannst.”

Ein schelmisches Grinsen erschien auf ihrem Gesicht.

Aber ich war froh endlich wieder vernünftig Luft zu kriegen und bedankte mich sofort.

Dabei konnte ich den Blick nicht von ihrer pinkelnden Muschi lassen.

“Hey, wirst Du wohl sofort meine Fußbank sein und mit Deinem Gesicht unter meinen Sohlen liegen!”

Und so schnell, wie sie es forderte, so schnell lag ich unter ihren Sohlen, die mein ganzes Gesicht abdeckten.

Die einzigen Geräusche waren meine Atmung und ihr Pinkeln.

Irgendwann ebbte das zweite Geräusch ab.

“Würdest Du meine Muschi denn auch gerne mal lecken?”

“Ja, natürlich, Herrin.”

“Na, dann komm – Leckzeit!”

Ich escort büyükçekmece muss ziemlich verdutzt geguckt haben, aber sie stieg vom Klo ab und setzte sich mit ihrer Muschi direkt auf meinen Mund, so als würde sie da immer hingehören. Meine Nase steckt demzufolge in ihrem Po und ich war wirklich sehr froh, dass sie offenbar nur gepinkelt hatte, so wäre mein Näschen jetzt eingefärbt worden.

“Na los, auf geht’s…sauber lecken, mein Hündchen!”

Und wie auf Kommando schlabberte ich los und leckte ihren Resturin von ihren Schamlippen und aus ihrer Spalte heraus und ich glaube, noch ein bisschen mehr, was sie sich offenbar für mich aufgehoben hatte.

“Oh Mann, Du bist ein wundervoller Lecker…schamlos und geil…wenn Du das immer so gut machst, werde ich Dich wohl belohnen müssen…” und dann spielte sie mit meinen Eier und fing an, sie zu kneten und zu reiben.

Ich stöhnte und schnaufte und plötzlich entfuhr ihrem Hintern ein mächtiger Furz mitten in meine Nase.

Ich hatte Probleme nach all dem Methan wieder Sauerstoff einzufangen und zappelte ein wenig unter ihr.

“Hups…ein Pups…jetzt wirst Du mein Poloch auch sauber lecken müssen, mein Hündchen. Ordnung muss sein”, lachte sie und schob mir ihr Poloch über den Mund.

Natürlich wagte ich keine Sekunde, Widerstand zu leisten und leckte und schlabberte auch hier, was das Zeug hielt.

“Oh…Du bist auch ein Arschlecker…Du bist wirklich vielseitig verwendbar. Mit Dir werden meine extravaganten Kundinnen ihre miesesten Phantasien ausleben können, mein kleiner Schmatzer…”

Und wieder knetete sie meine Eier sanft und erregend, so dass ich mehr und mehr Schmerzen in meinem Käfig bekam.

Ich stöhnte ein wenig ob der intensiven Behandlung, aber mehr noch, weil mein Schwanz keinen Platz mehr fand.

Sie hatte ein Einsehen und nahm den Schlüssel zur Hand und sperrte meinen Käfig auf. Sofort entfalte sich meine Latte wie eine aufgehende Blume und sie lachte und meinte spöttisch:

“Na, dann kann es wohl einer gar nicht mehr erwarten, das Tageslicht zu erblicken…”

Dann schob sie meine Vorhaut ganz nach hinten, wodurch ich noch motivierter war, ihr Loch mit meiner Zunge zu penetrieren.

“Ah, das ist herrlich, Deine Zunge in meinem Hintern zu spüren und zu wissen, dass Du das tun wirst, bis ich Dich zum Spritzen bringe. Richtig?!”

Ich hmpfte in ihren Po hinein.

“Ja, ich weiß, ich weiß, Du bist ein kleines ferkeliges Schleckermäulchen und Du liebst die Sachen, die andere die Nase rümpfen lassen…”

Und wieder furzte sie in meinen Mund hinein und ich musste anfangen zu husten und zu röcheln. Doch so schnell es ging, fing ich mich wieder, weil sie ganz geschickt, wieder anfing, meinen Schwanz zu wichsen. Gerade hart genug, um ihn härter werden zu lassen und sanft genug, um mich nicht zum Spritzen zu bringen.

Ich hatte die Leine noch um die Schwanzwurzel gewickelt, so dass mein Steifer kein bisschen kleiner werden konnte, sondern immer praller gefüllt wurde.

Schließlich stieg sie von mir ab und drehte sich um, um mich vor dem Klo hängend zu begutachten. Es war mir sehr peinlich, der Frau, die mir gerade zweimal in mein Gesicht pupste und sich von mir zum Höhepunkt lecken ließ und die meinen Schwanz reizte, ohne ihn zu belohen, so direkt ins Gesicht zu blicken. Zumal ich ihre Häme sehen konnte. Dieser gierige Blick, der mir verriet, dass sie noch lange nicht mit mir fertig war und ich noch viel zu leiden hätte.

Sie stand vor mir wie eine zu dick geratene Amazone und fragte höhnisch:

“Was bist Du bereit zu tun, um mir zu gefallen, mein Sklave?”

Ich robbte auf dem Boden mit dem Gesicht zu ihren Füßen, küsste sie und schwor, alles zu tun, was nötig wäre, um ihr zu gefallen.

Welch ein blöder Satz…

Sie schnappte sich ein feuchtes Handtuch und peitschte mich damit.

“Was bist du bereit zu tun, um mir zu gefallen, mein Sklave?”

Ich zappelte vor ihr am Boden, um den Peitschenhieben zu entkommen und überlegte viel zu lange, was die richtige Antwort wäre, bis ich herausschrie:

“Ich werde alles tun, was ihr verlangt. Ob es mir gefällt, spielt dabei keine Rolle, meine Herriiiinnn…”

Sie stoppte die Tortur.

“Nicht schlecht für den Anfang. Los Zehen lutschen, während ich Dir erkläre, was gleich passiert.”

Und ohne eine Sekunde zu überlegen, hing ich mit meinen zartesten Lippen um ihren großen Zeh gewickelt und saugte und lutschte, was das Zeug hielt.

“So ist es brav, mein Hündchen. Heute Abend kommt noch eine besondere Kundin, von der ich weiß, dass sie viel, viel Geld hat und einiges davon in mein Geschäft investieren möchte. Allerdings hat sie fürchterlich stinkende Quanten und selbst die teuersten Playboys, die sie sich leisten konnte, brachen die Behandlung ihrer Füße ab, so erzählte sie mir. Nicht mal Fußmassagen würden sie länger als 10min durchhalten, berichtete sie mir. Da habe ich ihr versprochen, jemanden zu besorgen, dem das alles völlig gleich ist. Nein, jemanden, der darauf versessen ist, ihre Füße zu liebkosen. Jemand, der ihre wahrscheinlich schon gelb verkrusteten Zehennägel wieder weiß lutscht, wenn sie es möchte. Und dafür hat sie mir versprochen, in meinen Laden zu investieren, wenn ich ein solches Näschen für Männer hätte, deren Näschen sie für sich hätte. Und dieser Jemand wirst Du sein, mein Hündchen. Freust Du Dich?”

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17. Gummi-Zofen

Am nächsten Morgen wurden die Zofen um sechs Uhr durch einen Gong geweckt. Tamara und Martina hatten die Nacht eng umschlugen verbracht. Die blonde Martina wurde durch den Gong gleich geweckt, Tamara wunderte sich erst über das Geräusch.

„Wach auf, Tamara, wir müssen aufstehen”, sagte Martina, während um sie herum schon die ersten Zofen ihre Betten verließen und ins Bad gingen.

„So früh?”, beklagte sich Tamara, ohne dass sie die Uhrzeit kannte.

„Ja, wir müssen uns um die Sklavinnen kümmern. Daran erinnerst du dich doch noch, oder?”, antwortete Martina und erhob sich.

Tamara setzte sich in ihrem Bett hin und rieb sich die Augen.

„Wo ist mein Kleid?”, fragte sie, als sie bemerkte, dass das weiße Satinkleid, das sie an ihrem ersten Tag als Zofe getragen hatte, nicht mehr da hing, wo sie es gestern Abend hingehängt hatte.

Martina war schon auf dem Weg ins Bad und drehte sich um. „Wir tragen jeden Tag frische Sachen. Dort hinten steht eine Truhe, in die alle Kleider abends reingehören. Jemand muss deine Sachen dahin gebracht haben.”

„Danke”, sagte Tamara und erhob sich.

Sie stand auf und streckte ihren schlanken nackten Körper.

„Hi”, sagte Susanne, die junge Frau mit den langen, glatten, mittelgescheitelten hellblonden Haaren.

Sie umarmten sich kurz und Susanne meinte: „Wir duschen heute nach dem Dienst. Vorher würde nichts bringen.”

„Okay”, sagte Tamara. „Und was für einen Dienst haben wir heute?”

„Wir reinigen eine Sklavin und berieten sie auf den Tag vor. Du erinnerst dich bestimmt daran, wie das geht, oder bist du nie gereinigt worden?”

„Oh doch”, erwiderte Tamara. „Das war, als wir im Bad angebunden wurden und jemand hat uns gereinigt und dann auch noch geleckt.”

„Genau. Dann bist du heute zum ersten Mal auf der anderen Seite”, sagte die junge Frau mit den blassblauen Augen und lächelte. „Lass uns auf Toilette gehen, dann helfen wir uns gegenseitig beim escort anadolu yakası Anziehen.”

Tamara nickte und folgte der Blondine ins Bad. Sie musterte ihren überaus schlanken Körper. Ihre eigenen Brüste fand sie ja schon klein, aber Susanne war flach wie ein Brett. Sie dachte, dass Susanne ein Mädchen in einem Jungenkörper sei.

Sie erledigten ihre Morgentoilette, putzten sie Zähne, wuschen sich und kämmten sich ihr Haar. Danach verließen sie wieder das Bad. Susanne öffnete Tamaras Schrank. Tamara wunderte sich, wie gut er gefüllt war. Susanne holte einen seltsam anmutenden schwarzen Latex-Anzug heraus.

„Das ist deiner. Ich helfe dir, ihn anzuziehen. Danach kannst du mir mit meinem helfen”, sagte Susanne und hielt Tamara den Anzug hin. Als Tamara ihn so anschaute, als wenn sie nichts damit anzufangen wüsste, erklärte Susanne: „Also, das lange da unten sind die Beine. Der Rücken ist offen, da musst du einsteigen.”

„Ja, jetzt verstehe ich.”

Tamara setzte sich auf ihr Bett und orientierte sich. Sie schlug das Oberteil nach vorn, damit sie den Zugang zum linken Bein fand. Erst steckte sie den Fuß hinein, merkte aber schnell, dass sie so nicht weiter kam. Stattdessen versuchte sie den schwarzen Latex wie einen Strumpf über die Hand zu ziehen.

So kam sie etwas tiefer, aber nicht weit genug.

„Du kannst ruhig daran zerren. Das Material ist stabil”, erklärte Susanne.

Tamara befolgte den Rat und drückte ihren Fuß immer tiefer. Der schwarz glänzende Anzug hatte eingearbeitete Füße, in die sie ihren Fuß hineinschieben musste. Tamara musste sich richtig anstrengen, bis ihr Fuß endlich bis ganz unten hinein rutschte. Sie begann zu schwitzen.

„Warte mal”, sagte die nackte schlanke Blondine und verschwand im Bad. Sie kehrte mit einem Frottiertuch zurück. Sie rieb damit Tamaras rechtes Bein trocken. „Mit einem verschwitzten Bein kommst du nie in den Anzug rein”, escort istanbul sagte sie zur Erklärung.

Mit der Erfahrung vom ersten Bein brauchte Tamara nicht so lange, auch in das zweite Anzugbein zu gelangen. Trotzdem war es eine schweißtreibende Angelegenheit. Susanne rieb ihren Oberkörper trocken, bevor sie den Anzug hoch zog.

„Oh”, sagte Tamara, als ihr auffiel, dass der Anzug zwischen den Beinen offen war und man ihr Geschlecht deutlich sehen konnte. Dann fiel ihr auch noch auf, dass ihre Brüste unbedeckt blieben. Sie schaute Susanne an, die nur wissend lächelte.

Die Ärmel des Anzugs endeten in Handschuhen. Auch wenn die Ärmel genau wie die Beine des Anzugs hauteng waren, kam sie schneller voran. Um sie herum verschwanden immer mehr Zofen aus dem Raum, um ihre Dienste anzutreten. Susanne hatte aber Geduld mit ihr und ließ sie gewähren. Sie stieg auch schon mal in die Beine ihres Anzugs. Offenbar war ihr Latex-Anzug weiter, denn sie war wesentlich schneller mit dem Anziehen fertig als Tamara.

Tamara stand schließlich vor dem Bett und hatte die Arme wie ein ‚A’ ausgestreckt. Susanne sagte: „Dreh dich um, ich schließe dir den Reißverschluss.”

Tamara gehorchte und spürte, wie Tamara den Reißverschluss in Pohöhe nahm und den Wagen hochzog. Das schwarze Gummi schloss ihren Körper eng ein. Oben schob sie die Haare beiseite, damit sie nicht im Verschluss hängen blieben.

„Hilfst du mir auch?”, bat Susanne und drehte sich um.

Tamara versuchte den Reißverschluss zu fassen, ober sie rutschte mehrfach ab. Die Finger waren durch den Latex sehr eingeschränkt. Sie bekam den Wagen aber doch zu fassen und zog ihn langsam hoch. Mit der anderen Hand hielt sie Susannes sehr lange hellblonde Haare zur Seite.

Susanne bedankte sich und drehte sich um. Sie lächelte und sagte: „Jetzt sehen wir beide schon aus wie richtige Fetischfotzen.”

Tamara schaute sie an und meinte: „Was für ein Wort.”

„Das escort avrupa yakası hat mal ein Besucher der Gräfin gesagt, dem ich in dem Outfit zu Diensten sein musste”, erklärte Susanne. „Wir sind aber noch nicht fertig”, sagte sie und ging mit quietschendem Anzug zu Tamaras Schrank.

Sie kam mit einer Kopfmaske aus schwarzem Latex zurück. Sie sah so ähnlich aus wie die Satin-Maske, die Tamara an den ersten Tagen getragen hatte. Diese Maske hatte aber auch Löcher für die Augen. Außerdem war ein Häubchen eingearbeitet, an das weiße Gummi-Rüschen angesetzt waren.

Susanne half ihr die Maske überziehen. Sie bedeckte auch ihren Hals und war hinten von einem Gummiband durchzogen. Das band Susanne ihr zu.

„Hältst du bitte meine Haare zusammen”, sagte Susanne, und Tamara griff ihre langen blonden Strähnen.

„Aua”, sagte sie gleich, weil Tamara ihr ungewollt an den Haaren gezogen hatte.

Sie streifte sich ihre Maske über und Tamara versuchte die Haare so gut es ging unter dem Gummi zu verstecken, bevor sie sie zuband.

Als nächstes folgte ein schwarzes Gummikleid. Das Kleid hatte einen Stehkragen, oben weite und unten enge Ärmel. Es war recht einfach, da hinein zu steigen. Der Rock war sehr weit und auch die Ärmel waren weit genug, um leicht über den Gummianzug gezogen werden zu können. Der Reißverschluss im Rücken war schnell geschlossen.

Vor das Kleid bekam Tamara nun auch noch eine weiße Gummischürze. Die Enden der Schürze schlang Susanne hinter ihrem Rücken übereinander und band sie in eine Schleife. Schließlich bekam Tamara noch eine „Halskrause” aus schwarzem Latex angelegt, die oben und unten weiße Gummi-Rüschen hatte. Die Krause wurde hinten mit einem Riemen eng gebunden.

Susanne war genauso schnell angezogen wie Tamara. Es fehlten nur noch die Stiefel. Diese zogen sich beide Zofen alleine an. Tamara setzte sich auf ihr Bett. Der Latexanzug zog ihr an den Haaren, wenn sie sich vorbeugte. Das Kleid quietschte darüber. Die Stiefel glänzten schwarz, waren vorn geschnürt und hatten hohe Absätze.

Tamara schwankte, als sie sich hinstellte. Sie schaute sich im Spiegel an und fand, dass sie seltsam anmutete.

„Wir müssen los, um nicht zu spät zu kommen”, sagte Susanne und ging zur Tür.

Tamara folgte ihr schwankend mit quietschenden Latex-Kleidern.

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