There was barely a straight line on her body and her figure flowed perfectly culminating with a wholesome pair of breasts that sat begging to be grope.... The view was just as good from behind with a firm butt that always sat inside a pair of tight jeans to show it off to the best effect. Truth-be-told I had thought about her at night more than once. Not being a stranger to the house I knew that everyone went in around the side entrance that led to the kitchen rather than the front door so I made. On the fourth one, I was rewarded with a little ‘ow’. I knew these were hurting her good, maybe the most painful ones of the night, before her endorphins got flowing, and the pain took her halfway to somewhere else. It is my slave’s job to count, so after the tenth one, she said, “Ten, sir. Thank you sir.” I liked hearing how her voice changed with each one. The shock at ten of remembering how much the paddle hurt. “Twenty sir, thank you sir.” A little lust mixed in. Her body, her pussy,. ‘As if you would ever come out here,’ she had told me. ‘Who knows? Maybe I’ll just use it to send you something for your birthday,’ I had replied, knowing she was probably right. But here I was, at her doorstep, wondering if my jeans and button up shirt were too flashy or too casual. I knew she would be surprised to see me, hopefully a happy sort of surprised. Hopefully not the ‘call the cops’ kind of surprised. I crumpled up the address and stepped up the stairs. The sounds of my knuckles. ”“And the Consort?” John asked, grimacing at the thought of what a ‘feeding room’ might entail.“Her real name isss Tamolith, and ssshe isss mated to the Emperor’sss brother; Kindralax ‘The Dessstroyer’,” Balrac replied, the dragon’s nickname said with no sense of irony. In fact, the Kintark looked terrified at even mentioning his name.John leaned in and asked, “We saw Tamolith exert some kind of mind control over the Terran prisoners. Do you know anything about that?”Balrac nodded reluctantly,.