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  • “After you decode these letters, I’ll put you in holding and negotiate an exchange of hostages with Leveria. You just need to do this one little thing, and you’ll live.” Adarian laughed, the sound nearly as pained as his screams. “Now who’s the liar, Yavara? You know Leveria won’t give up Elena for me, and I know you won’t let me live. Not for long.” “I’ll let you go once you give me what I need; I’m not my sister.” “No you won’t,” Adarian spat a glob of red, “because Brock Terdini wants my head, and you’ll give it to him.” “Did Elena tell you that? Are you holding out on me?!” “Elena didn’t have to tell me,” Adarian laughed harder, “vengeance is all orcs ever think about. So-and-so killed so-and-so’s great uncle, and a blood feud that lasts generations ensues. You’re the queen of a pack of savages, and you’re beholden to their blood lust.” “You’re right,” I smiled, “you’re a dead man. The manner of your death is the only thing you get to decide now. Maybe I should move to different parts; you don’t seem to care much for your teeth.” “Please don’t!” Yelled a female voice behind me. I nearly dropped Adarian in my surprise. I turned around to see a beautiful naked woman with fox ears and a bushy tail, tear tracks marring her tan cheeks. April. “Adarian,” I chuckled, “for a monster hunter, you seem to have an interesting choice of women.” “She means nothing to me,” Adarian said coldly, “she’s just a piece of ass.” “I don’t think that’s true at all.” I smiled at him, then turned to the kitsune before me, “April, you’re innocent in all this; you can leave now, amateur and no harm will come to you.” “I won’t cumshot leave him!” She cried. “I didn’t think you would.” I grinned, wiping her tears with my thumb, “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” She nodded, her lips quivering. “What would you do to save his life?” I whispered, bringing our foreheads together. “Anything!” She blubbered. My smile broadened. ELENA “Well Elena, I didn’t want to say, ‘I told you so,’ but I couldn’t help it.” Leveria said as we watched Yavara perform her demented dentistry on Adarian through the mirror in her office. I remained silent. I’d seen glimpses of the shadow of Yavara’s darkness before; I could not say I didn’t recognize it now, as much as I wished I could. “I suppose she was driven mad by her love for you,” she said, lighting a cigarette, “if that’s any consolation. Intent makes all the difference to the torturer, doesn’t it? It doesn’t mean much to the person being tortured, but of course, Yavara is nothing like me! Oh look, it’s April!” She laughed, “The plot thickens. What do you think our protagonist is going to do with her?” I didn’t answer. I was afraid we both knew exactly what Yavara was going to do with the kitsune. “You could stop her.” Leveria said, “You could press your hand to the mirror and tell her to stop; she would listen to you.” Blast after blast of my jizz spurted into her. Tracey knew that was the end of this encounter, and one of the reasons he'd not tried to date Debra. And that is to fuck my friend's mother. After a moment her thrusts slowed, though her climax amateur continued, the fireworks going off in her mind lasting longer than her tired muscles, her body resting against his even as her steel hard cock fired off cumshot the last of her impressive load into her tight slut of a boyfriend. After a while he pulled out. When Willowbud came to my bed last night, she didn’t pounce on me in the heat of passion, but simply stared at me from the foot of the bed. Still connected she lay on top of me. We stayed like that for a long while. Robert's only problem had to do with a particular aspect of his job. "N...no...not really.” Freddie stammered. I’m sure you understand that my father is the force behind the scenes. She wanted me to be cruel and to debase her, to shame her for the incest, to make her dirty. “Clean up that mess...with your tongue.” said Julie as she indicated the large pool of dog cum that sat glistening on the tiled floor. His worshipful desires first manifested themselves by him hugging and kissing her fiercely, with his hands all over her breasts and his cock planted up to her waiting pussy. “Because now, I need you for something else, Quintus.” Atticus put a hand on the young boy’s shoulder. Her eyes went eyes, panicked, breathless, reddening. I tried to focus on what she said, but the gears in my brain turned rather slowly, trying to formulate some kind of reasonable response to this person who looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place her.
  • Now up close, finally able to talk to her, she came to realize that her sister was slowly ceasing to exist. Just these past few days, she could see her insanity growing like a cancer, while the hours of lucidity dwindled one by one. Most of that time was spent receiving Dominion’s abuse. Her mind was buckling under the weight of her pain, fear, and humiliation, and created this insanity to protect itself, but ironically, exposure to those feelings seemed to give her some of her sanity back. Suffering caused her insanity, but she was only sane when she suffered. If this continued, her sister would amateur eventually just be a lifeless husk. What would happen then? Her father was forbidden from coming to the mansion, so once she lost Hijiri, she’d be all alone. Would she start breaking like her? Would she end up like this, having lost her mind and lucid only long enough to feel Dominion raping her? Or maybe it had already begun. So far, she didn’t feel like her sanity was slipping, at least not like Hijiri, but maybe that was the sign that it was. Maybe her sister was already dead and she was just brushing the hair of a hallucination. She had survived this long, been able to cope, because she was more worried about Hijiri than herself, but once she was alone, she knew that she’d just melt away. “All slaves, front and center!” The voice boomed throughout the house, a voice they did not recognize. Just like that, life returned to Hijiri’s eyes, and she looked back at her sister in terror. “What’s going on?” she asked. “I don’t know, but if we make them wait, we’ll be punished. Come on.” Clutching her sister to comfort her, Cho led Hijiri to the main hallway of the mansion. Mary arrived just a moment later, the three women staring at this new arrival. They knew she was one of Dominion’s creations, they could tell just from looking at her horns, tail, and hooves, but compared to cumshot Blight and the likewise transformed mansion chef, as well as the sentinels, she seemed much more artfully created. Her appearance was sinful decadence, something out of a man’s dark fantasy. “You’re late. If I were the Master, would you have been so slow in arriving? Would you make him wait? My name is Ishtar, and Lord Dominion had tasked me with managing you, ensuring that you are the best slaves possible, experts in servicing him. Granted this assignment by the Almighty, I cannot fail, and I will not allow you to make me fail.” “What are you going to do to us?” Hijiri asked. “I’m going to teach you how to behave as proper slaves. Look at you, not only were you slow in arriving, but your posture is disgraceful. The three of you are awaiting your Master, not loitering in an alley. You, on your knees.” Hijiri obeyed, kneeling down. “When Lord Dominion arrives, you should be ready to pleasure him. You, granted the eternal glory of being the sex slave of the Master, show such disrespect towards him. Open your mouth.” Hijiri again obeyed, and after smelling her breath, Ishtar smacked her across the face. “Unforgivable! You would meet the Master with such putrid breath? How much more must you insult him?” “Leave her alone!” Cho yelled. Ishtar turned to Cho and grabbed her by the throat. “Your mouth does not exist to defy the Lord, but to serve as a sheath for his physical glory.” Cho was gasping for air, but Ishtar just jammed the end of her tail in her mouth. She fell to her knees, choking on the python’s head. “You don’t know how to relax your throat? Lord Dominion must be truly patient to endure your selfishness and incompetence.” She looked at Hijiri, playing dead to avoid her being noticed. “You, on all fours.” The sticky fuck juice covering my wife’s tits and cumshot drenching the silver fairy. The pussy was there, lubricated, available, easy, roll her over and lets fuck her. The busty blonde was sucking with gusto, her hands fondling the man’s balls as she gurgled and took him in balls-deep down her throat. The biggest one yet. “Me and my old boyfriend did all the time” she responded I said well tomorrow the slaver that is their shipper will be here to pick up the girls we just saved, how about I give you this house and you take care of the slave traffickers that show up. So great was the strength of their attacks that neither could get close to the pair. "Oh, come on," she pleaded, "Mom never lets us watch this at night, and I won't tell if you won't." Going to her room she told her mother that Jenny, her oldest friend and chief bridesmaid, would help her into her dress. Martin slowed his pace as Alicia became more and amateur more eager. I bet Justin was somehow responsible for this. “See, she says it like a natural.