I lay motionless, letting her eyes swallow me into them. Her hand moved lower, to my stomach. She briefly broke her gaze and looked down, past her h...nd. As if bidden, my cockhead emerged from its sheath and the purplish bulb peeked out. My breathing grew heavy and harried. I smelled her scent, the aroma of a stimulated female, assaulting my nostrils. The smell of her triggered an ancient impulse and all thought of leaving her vanished. A stronger urge was upon me. My penis steadily. There was a large table in the center of the room with a raised platform on it and beautifully displayed food all around the platform. Slaves served drinks and the champagne was flowing in an elaborate fountain.Adam was carried in with much fanfare and placed on the platform in the middle of the table. He reclined on the lush, red cushioned platform with an arm holding his head up. At about five minute intervals he would change position and pose differently. Finally he stood and stroked. At the foot of the bed was a rod that, when clamped into place, thrust athick phallus into her ass. Another slightly offset phallus was forced intoher sex, as well. Both phalluses vibrated in timed schedules that varied betweenfive, ten and fifteen minute intervals. Immobile and full, she spent the nightin her new slaves bed. I doubt she slept much. Much of the following few weeks were spent abusing Debbie. By this time Irarely called her by name. She was either bitch or slave. Her beatings. "Liga, take from Agba his semen and take from him your tail," theysang a final time. "Yes, Agba ... give me my tail," Liga gasped, filled with sudden needand barely able to contain herself.She fell on to Agba's cock and pulled deeply on it. She was instantlyrewarded with hot rush of semen that gushed into her mouth. Another,and another, and another! She sucked harder, and was rewarded withanother, and yet another. Agba arched in his orgasm, and focused onLiga's journey towards his future.