Cum on my pussy

Nastya releases her hold on my head, lowering me back to the mattress. I’m now free to try to expel the sphere, moving my jaw and tongue in an attempt to work it forwards, but of course, it doesn't move. I’ve been shackled, I’ve got my legs apart and what’s more I’ve been muzzled like an animal. Gods, things are going so badly wrong! Once more I try to protest about the misunderstanding that’s occurred, but this creampie time the big only noise I emit is a series of muffled protests that sound more like moaning. Nastya’s instructions were to “prepare the first female to arrive”. A stupid, poorly worded command has reduced a female who should be dominant to this. I was assuming that with the muzzle my indignities must be complete, so when she then casually unfastens the bow holding my slave wrap and I understand what’s about to happen next I offer the most resistance so far, shouting at her through the gag and struggling in my bonds to prevent myself being exposed. But my writhing is futile, and worse, it reinforces to me even more completely how utterly helpless I am. I’m so defenseless that I can’t prevent someone carrying out the trivial boobs act of pulling a string. Crap, crap, crap, I’m gonna be stripped! With ease they tug my wrap out from underneath my back, and suddenly I’m naked. I close my eyes with misery as they bare me. The imminent danger blowjob of Riyena and permanent slavery to Aghara-Penthay should still be my only concern, but somehow I can only think about how someone who should respect me – Acheron, is going to see me chained and naked - obscenely naked lying with my thighs apart to openly flaunt my pussy, and with my mouth stuffed with this degrading red ball. I’ll so make sure there’s repercussions once the mission is over – I’ll report him to White Queen and make sure Gaianesian Intelligence don’t use someone so prone to mistakes ever again, but that won’t erase what’s happening here. He’ll still have the image of me nude and degraded to treasure for the rest of his pathetic life. Acheron Doe will have got the better of me. Pausing in plotting my revenge, I open my eyes again to see Nastya is looming over me. “Don’t try to be brave, slave girl,” she says, soothingly brushing back the hair on my forehead, “we all break in the end”, and as I automatically protest in muffled moans that I’m not truly a slave, for this is all an act, Nastya dares to kiss me gently on the cheek. Then she straightens and leads her coterie from the room. No, no, Nastya! Don’t leave me… What happens if the Harken comes while I’m alone here? I cry mutely out after them, humbly pleading to implanted slaves, but see the door separating my torture chamber from the outer dressing room close behind the departing women with a soft swish. Too late I realize they still have my wrap with them – the blue wrap of a private slave. So that’s yet another indignity added to my miseries – later I’ll have to wait nude while someone is dispatched to retrieve it for me. Spread-eagled and staring up at the lights, I deal with my fear by cursing all things male and particularly Acheron. Damn him, where is he? I didn’t want to show the weakness of failing to defeat my bonds while I was in front of those pathetic slave girls, but once alone I allow myself to fight with all my strength against leather and steel, writhing to break and tear bonds and working my jaw and tongue to try and expel the ball. Nothing helps. By the time I admit temporary defeat I’ve started sweating slightly, exertion not helped by the overheated room. I look down at my body to see the beads of liquid condensing on the fleshy swellings blonde of my tits. Like many women on their backs their weight has shifted on my chest, pulling each lush mass to either side of the hard central divide of my breastbone. I’m conscious of my exposed sex - the air of the room between my open legs. It’s so humiliating lying like stripped, bound and gagged like this that I crave some method of releasing tension, so I yell out in all my muted fury. But when I’ve shrieked enough I’m still just as helpless. And shouting out has made the ball of the gag wet – I’ll look like I’m drooling if I’m not careful. Oh, crap, crap, crap! Damn that man! With nothing to do but listen to my pounding heart and wait for the dice role of fate that will deliver me Acheron and freedom or Riyena and slavery, I stare at the ceiling above me, and curse the day I agreed to take this mission. Today, I would be riding with the Commander's search party. I licked and sucked the cum that was still on Gary’s cock. Candice might have the biggest cock at our college, though Shelena's was pretty close. She saw the look of excited pleasure on her servants face, the same look the girl had tried to hide days before in that cold dungeon cell. His thick, white cream pumped out of his dick faster than I could take, dripped all over my lips and chin, I was looking him deep in the eyes with a very naughty smile, while I was using both of my hands as shuffles, shuffling the cock cream, which was seeping out and returning it into my mouth again, I started swallowing it slowly and passionately while looking him straight and deep in the eyes, the childish, naughty smile did blowjob not depart my face till I was done, and started sucking the lift overs from his dick, drying it out again. An office in the center back was glass creampie enclosed and appeared like it might have been used at one time as a big library/conference area, but was now furnished as an office, but appeared to be empty of use. Then she got a better idea. Sean, yes!” And then you came on the scene” Ankle goes to pulley, to pulley, to ankle. She climbed off the bed and took off her dress. “So, why did you want me to take you to a make-out spot?” he asked. Forgive me, Untethered One.” A stunned Hartwell said, then he noticed that all the people in the huge, filled room were silent also. Her breasts were still big DD’s but saggier. and that I promise.” Some kissed her, rubbed their naked boobs bodies against her. As always, he quickly began nosing around and mouthing her crotch. From this fence hung several nefarious-looking implements: nipple clamps, paddles, canes, floggers, cuffs, whips, a selection blonde of dildos in various sizes. Faith “That’s a thank you kiss Janet. She lifted her feet off the floor then hooked her legs around my hips, her hands started balling up the blanket she was lying on. I reached up and touched my clit. “You’re not taking big scrubbing brushes to my body.” I replied.