Most conversation was about the new guns, and about my newest part-time job.It was barely 6:00 when the phone rang, and the voice on the other end ask...d me about spelunking. Surprised, I purposely gave him the wrong return phrase and he hung up. When the phone rang again a few minutes later, it was Mr. Smith apologizing for not establishing communication protocols last night. He assured me that the previous caller was genuine. When he called again, I gave the proper passphrase.“Do you have any. "Cum you fucking bitch! Cum on my fingers!" taunted Fay. Tanya's pelvic bone rose and fell in rapid jerks as Jack kissed her, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Pushing Jack away feebly, Tanya gasped for more air and her breathing shallowed and stuttered. Trying to speak, Tanya's body lurched heavily and with her pubis pointed upward in a series of jolts and staggers, a deep groan left her as a trace of liquid fired from her cunt. As she pushed her groin down to the bed, Fay's fingers quickly. ?Slaves don’t speak unless told to, understand?, stated Racheal, as the crop hit Shelia’s left nipple. ?Yes Mistress I understand? Shelia said with tears in her eyes from the pain. ?Jasmine, I think this slave need to think about what is expected of her, so gag her and place her on the kneeling meditation station? said Racheal. Jasmine smiled as she pulled Shelia to a corner of the dungeon where Shelia saw a chain hanging from the wall and on the ground a 3’ long 4? high triangular board. She groaned, leaning into my touch. She, too, was losing herself, caught in the undertow of lust. The room began to take focus around us, suddenly. There was the rumble of a passing vehicle outside, the trail of its headlights sweeping through the room. And in the clarity of that light, no longer illuminated on her own, was the creature that devoured my body into her sopping cunt. Black snakeskin glinted where once there had been creamy velvet. Scorched leather wings hung crippled from her.