"I know, I know," John said. "But there's nothing I want from you. Nothing that will get you out of this, at any rate. All I want is your body. I want...a slave that will bend to my every whim. Maybe, if you're good, I'll let you go when I'm happy. You're not the first one, and you won't be the last." Eventually, John would take off the blindfold and maybe take off the gag. He liked seeing the terror and pain (and maybe, eventually, unwilling pleasure) in his boy's eyes, and he liked to hear them. Clara felt her body tense in fear- what was going to come out of it?Clara nearly burst into tears when a long, snakelike tentacle slithered out of the hole. It was exactly the same as the tentacles which had ravished her in front of Amy, back in the control room. The tip of the tentacle was a gleaming silver penis, twitching and throbbing with arousal.“What is it?” Amy asked, listening intently. “Clara, what can you see?”“It’s...it’s one of those tentacle things that raped me in the control. The remainder of the salve he massaged into her was still causing her sex to itch wantonly."Does slave please her Master?" Yes she does," Ray said, closing his eyes, leaning back and enjoying her touch.Ray's blonde-haired wife gently masturbated him, making sure she didn't make him cum. She knew all of his little signs: the little growl in the back of his throat, his hands gripping her more tightly and his whole body seeming as rigid as a steel beam. And he nearly always closed his eyes.Janice. She squealed and I hollered and we cut off the chilling stream. I handed her her towel and started to dry off. My hard on had never quite subsided and I looked up and she was wrapped in that oversized towel I had given her. I backed her into the master bedroom and reached out, undoing the ends of the towel as I pushed her backwards onto my dad's bed. She fell flat with her legs hanging over the end, glistening in the afternoon sunlight peeking through the shades. The towel was under her.