Looking at herself appreciatively in the mirror, Laura says to her reflection, ‘Slut, where did you come from?’ The rest of the night is spent mos...ly on the dance floor. Laura dances with an energy and movements that surprise her friends. After a work week and a night of drinks and dancing her friends are exhausted but Laura practically dances in the rain after the club closes. Laying naked on her bed, Laura googles Lugal on her phone. She is pleasantly surprised to find it is indeed an ancient. “Red,” I stood to greet her. “You look stunning,” and it was true, she did.I retook my seat and, with a smile to acknowledge my compliment, she sat down next to me.“You okay?”“Yeah, I guess,” she replied. I turned to smile a weak smile at her, I understood her melancholy. It was a year today since we killed the slut … an unbelievable passage of time that somehow made the whole thing seem surreal. It was why Red and I needed to meet here, today … so that we could remember, together.“How’s the. I knew that with this brutal punishment I would cum like I had never cum before. Again, a tiny sliver of dread threatened to take root in my mind. Perhaps this man was raping me and I was too stupid to realize it. But then, realistically, even if his intentions are rape, if I am enjoying it this much, could you really call it rape? My pussy began to contract on its own. He must have felt it because he buried his dick deep inside me. The spot the head of his dick was pressing on inside my pussy. " Yes, Governess." Dianna watched amazed as little Henry, slut, did so, slowly filling the red bag, hands shaking. "Dianna, remember you are expected to supervise and oversee. You don't really have to participate in most of these rituals, beyond that." Thank god, Chantel. It's kind of gross." Perhaps, but necessary. Now slut, hook the bag, insert the nozzle, and let flow." Yes, Governess." Thank me." Thank you, Governess." Thank Mistress Dianna." Thank you, Mistress." Are you filling, slut?".