Admiring the stunning woman before him, Aiden knew his decision was made. If he was truly honest with himself, he had been all but certain he would say yes when he was at the mercy of his goddess. His time spent in the colossal form of the black man had only strengthened his resolve, and now that he was in a fresh body presented with the very picture of a
‘Listen,’ said the woman, wrenching his head back by the strap of his ball-gag. She chuckled before continuing. ‘Whore. That’s what you are. Just a piece of meat to fuck. Bet you never thought you would be in this position did you? Sure, you might have fantasised about being the dominant one before, hell, you may even have done it a few times. But you never imagined being the one
Somewhere in the dark he heard the faint sound of a door opening and closing and he immediately wrestled against his restraints. The thick rope wrapped around his chest rubbed his underarms painfully, and it had not slackened any in the time since he had regained consciousness shortly before. Twisting behind his back the rope soared into the rafters and ensured that he remained standing. He was stood on a
Agent Phillips stared through the two-way mirror at the lewd scene and sighed wearily. The room beyond was mostly dark, the occupants lit only by a single spotlight. They made an odd pair: the woman all but naked, her only attire being the open-backed latex skirt that was buckled tight to the metal pedestal. In stark contrast the man who was fucking her roughly from behind was clothed from head
Clearly the woman was disappointed in what she was seeing, and though he had only just stumbled from the fetid confines of the delivery truck – a place worse than any he could think of – her iron glare already made him wish he had stayed on board. She was encased almost head to toe in black latex, a tight corset pulling in her waist, with the only visible flesh
Rubbing his face into the woman’s ass, both of them laughed coldly. As the brunette woman – the one who had called herself Mistress M – held his face there, the dark-haired woman whose ass was crushing his nose, and who had identified herself as Mistress S, coiled a hand around and gripped his hair tightly. Ordinarily, he would have found both women intensely attractive. Mistress S’ black corset was
Ava sat sullenly at the bar, staring deep into her empty glass as though if she looked hard enough it would swallow her up. Glancing down the bar, she could see Elias on the dance floor, a beautiful young woman grinding up against him and giggling girlishly as he whispered something into her ear. Often Ava wished she was the type of girl to confront her boyfriend about his serial
The young slave never got used to the punishments her Master assigned her. Partly because he always varied the methods by which he chose to reprimand her, and partly because they felt so damn good. Even when her ass was stinging from an extended flogging, or her tits were bound up so tight they were bright red, the pain was still laced with lust and a sadistic level of joy.
Consciousness came slowly to her, and with it a sense of sudden dread. Something was very wrong, she could feel it in her gut, but at first she could not pinpoint what it was. As the drugs in her system wore off, her mind cleared and clarity flooded her system. Her first instinct was to run. It seemed to be a leftover reaction, as though it was the last thing
The sleek car pulled away, leaving the woman alone on the concrete. The large warehouse rose up before her, imposing, a towering structure of brick and metal. The exterior walls were decorated with thick swathes of graffiti and in places they had fallen in completely. She looked an alien sight in the old warehouse district, her crisp business attire juxtaposing the dusty, forgotten place. Smoothing down a ruffle in her
