My back felt a little straighter, my smile a little brighter, my shoulders dropped, and my neck grew longer. The siren song of all that alcohol swept ...hrough me like a tsunami, scouring my mind of doubt, fear or uncertainty. I wasn't drunk, well, not that drunk, but I was a whole hell of a lot less sober than when I walked into the place. That's when Kim walked in. This was our second time meeting and our first proper date.She was shorter than I was, even in her heels, and her hair was swept. Then I spit on her and placed the head of my cock at her entrance.Turns out she was right; she wasn't very experienced and couldn't take it that way even though I was softly pressing against her. So I rolled her on her back and put a pillow under her behind. Spreading her legs wide, I slid my cock into her anus. I took my time and gently worked myself in, but could only penetrate about halfway. I settled for that depth and rhythmically pumped, trying to go slow and steady, hoping I could. " Strip," he ordered, "You are both my property now. You will obey me and call me Master or I will beat you. If you behave well and please me, I will take you back to Kobekistan with me. If you don't please me I will leave you here, dead."The two girls began to sob pitifully."Shut up and strip." Yes Master," mumbled Hala and she slowly removed her smock, revealing an interesting, but undernourished body which bore signs of a recent beating."Why were you whipped?" he asked."It was our Master's. Only then could Tricia, truly Tricia, really scream."What the fuck are you doing to me?! Please, please stop..." She sobbed. "I'll do anything, I'll let you do anything..." This is a distinct disadvantage," the one called Taylor said. "We are vulnerable during these transitions."She kept screaming, pleading, crying as the small thirty centimeter long sharks swam closer to her, each of them competing to reach her open orifices first. She struggled against the restraints, trying to pull the.