Her body was fantastic: smooth skin, not skinny but not fat, just curvaceous and feminine. I finally pulled down her corset hard and her tits popped ...ut the top. Oh my god they were perfect; big and pillowy with very little sag. I sat on a kitchen chair and pulled her to me. First I just rested my head in her bosom. Then I started licking and kissing her tits, slowly working my way to her nipples. She was breathing hard, panting almost, and when I ran my tongue around her nipples she moaned. All the while she thrust back and forth with her pelvis in a motion she had spent years practicing. Melissa screamed the entire and violently shook her body in a vain attempt to buck her violator. Her wailings bespoke a pain she had never felt before, but Laura could hear the subtle undertone of her voice. It was pleasure. As much as Laura was hurting her new slave, there was also pleasure. The Emperor’s Daughter took it as a compliment. Her victims always grew to like their torture, even. “What’s so funny?” she demanded crossly.“They think you’re a Witch,” I told her pointing to the objects on the table.“NO!” she gasped in shock. “Do you really think so?” she added after a few seconds.“Yes, you, Calisa, Melany, and possibly several other women that you know. How many are there in a Witch Coven?” I asked.“Anywhere from five to nine usually,” she told me.“And you have other female friends?” I asked.“Certainly, why wouldn’t I?” she asked.“More than enough to form a Coven then,” I. All he did was look up at her and smile. “Nothing,” he told her as he pulled his fingers away from her calves. She knew better then to believe that one. She knew what he was doing. At first she didn’t want any of that and especially not any more seeing as she was “all grown up” and heading for college. But as it was, he did it again a few seconds later. She felt his fingers again as they trailed over her calf. Kennedi couldn’t do anything about it. She had nowhere to put her legs and her mom.