.. overgrown. Flesh and chitin both flowed over and through the machinery, replacing gurgling and hissing pipes with slowly throbbing veins and a fain..., pulsing heart beat. The light itself came not from wall mounted illumination but rather from small sacks of buzzing firefly like creatures that cast their cold green light across the room. Most of the room was faint impressions of glistening muscle and curved, half buried machinery, and the door was lost in shadow. He didn’t see any sign of the. "I pick up the clipboard. The collar is extremely noticiable; anyone viewing it would know immediately what it is. There are no degrading words or names written on it, but it has a large metal ring and lock on its front face. The paper already has Rick's signature on it... Lisa closes her eyes and shakes her head slowly as I finally begin writing my name, clearly sorry and humiliated for me.Xavier gets up and kneels down in front of me to apply the collar and lock. It chokes me very tightly and. The way you look even changes. You are beyond whatever you were before they claimed you. But, sometimes an empty coldness sweeps through that is so bitingly bitter that to curl in on yourself, holding yourself tightly, offers no warmth. You feel as if you are destitute, alone—even in a room full of people. When you love an artist, they hold all that controls you in the palm of their hands or at the ends of their fingers. You merely wait, holding your breath, hoping today that they focus, if. We both finish cumming and collapse next to each other, my cum dripping out of your pussy onto your legs, some onto me, some onto the bed. I reach down and coat my fingers with both our cum and lick them clean. It tastes fucking hot, and I gently rub your pussy and slide my fingers into you then bring them up for you to suck clean. ‘Mmmm, we taste good’ and you reach down for another helping. ‘Good to have you back sexy, now you get back to work.’ I head next door and get back to work as you.