Is it better to have had this and lost it; a question asked far too many times.We talk and I cannot help but smile, I cannot help but try to comfort h...r as she tears up from the events that had lead her to keep me a secret. She continues on about the emotional, physical and mental abuse and I hurt, my stomach knows I cannot help but it continues to tell me that she and I share this feeling. She turns her head like every movie with any girl you ever saw. Lucky I know, so we began to kiss. This. I pressed it against her quivering asshole. I could feel the puckered texture of her backdoor. My eyes widened at the sheer delight of this. I had a cock, if only temporarily.This was the same joy Ava experienced when she inhabited the feyhound. The same delight Master experienced when he fucked his women. When he fucked me. My gaze shot to Sven, his blue eyes hungry. Nathalie sucked on his cock, her braided pigtails clutched in his hand.I thrust forward.“Gods, you naughty sex slave!” my. Without a word, I saw her arm raise in a blur and come crashing down. Pain shot through my arse into my mind, and I jumped forward, held by my restraints. Again and again it happened, causing me to scream into my gag, until finally it stopped, and I slumped forward. I didn't raise my eyes again, as she gently caressed my burning skin. 'Firstly, you will call me mistress, and you are my slave. Do you understand?' I eyed her again with contempt, and the crop came down again. Reluctantly I agreed.. While driving and drinking wine Marcella told me thatthe hosts put on great parties. Last time the husband,Bob, was nude except for fairy wings and the drunker hegot the more cock he sucked off.His wife, Alice, the one Marcella had the hots for, wasdressed as a leopard. She had a long tail, spots on hernude body, cat’s ears, whiskers and “Pussy” paintedabove her shaved cunt. Marcella was disappointed that she couldn’t get closeto Alice, what with all the men lined up to.