Ropes hung from one station, the next had a St. Andrews Cross, then a spanking bench, massage tables, and others just had manacles hanging from the wa...ls. Men and women, dressed in various leathers that left them half-naked, sat in chairs or move through the room. The women all had collars or chokers about their necks, head lowered. Some of the sex slaves were as young as me, others older, mothers with their daughters.I swallowed, my mouth growing dry as I was led into the center. People looked. My mind must be going nuts, Vivian thought.She wanted to tell Carlos to stop, as she heard this haunting familiar voice and that she was starting to hear things that weren't there."Carlos stop. Stop!!" Vivian said.When Vivian opened her eyes, she screamed like Hell. On top of her was the rotting smelly stinking corpse of Principal Skinner. His face was covered with sea weed and he looked wet, as if he had drowned in the sea."Vivian you still work for me don't you!!! I am lonely Vivian. I died. She began to squirm and moan with pleasure. Seeing her like this had gotten me quite hard. Everything, from the look in her eyes to the wonderful smell pouring from between her thighs, told me she would make me cum so hard.After my tongue had finished dancing with her nipples, I kissed her forcefully, biting her lip slightly, before I sat up on my knees. I grabbed my throbbing cock and used the tip to spread her labia apart. Moving it up and down, I spread her still flowing girl goo all over. He stroked harder and faster on his now fully erect prick. He wanted to explore her pussy and that nice ass with his mouth and tongue. He was near cumming as his thoughts took his mouth and tongue to the tiny opening of her sweet ass. As he imagined, his tongue finding its way in, he felt the urge to cum rising up from his nuts. The white thick cum shot out with such force, it hit the shower wall, his ass and cock bucking in sheer ecstasy. Damn, he thought, and that was just a fantasy! After.