the lovely breasts so taut that it looked as though the skin would burst.
A seemingly unnecessary chain was looped between ankles and wrists. It was very fine and, at intervals, were smooth round balls of different sizes. The placing of these devices, it seemed to Megan, was judged very precisely. There was one at the mouth, one between the deep valley of her breasts, one upon her sex mound and one, where the chain took a loose loop, at her sex entrance. Every slight movement caused the balls to give small stimulations, teasing almost.
Megan’s mouth went dry at the sight presented to her, and her sex became puffy, more open, ready and wet. She had difficulty calling for the guards to unfasten the padlocks so the girl could be helped from the sedan.
As two guards stepped forward, presenting their hairy muscular buttocks as they bent into the curtained sedan, Megan had no desire to finger the leather thongs parting those delicious male clefts. Heavy sacs lay between the slightly parted thighs. Normally, Megan would not have been able to resist cupping these, caressing them, feeling them move within the loose skin. She did nothing except lick her lips, mentally running through the inventory of her sex toys. Which would be most appropriate to use on this sweet creature first? What would she use to train her to adore? Should she take her to tantalise her favourite customers? Yes, she decided, how they would love that extra stimulation.
Free and wobbly from long tethering in the sedan, Zacora stood beside Megan, head bowed in sad submission. Even in this position the breasts were taut and firm with sweet little nipples, gently tucked in, asking to be sucked to erection.
“Walk in front of me,” ordered Megan.
Zacora’s sapphire eyes looked up questioningly. Even with the looseness of the ankle chain, walking would not be easy.
“Do as I say!” Megan’s voice was sharper. “And keep your head bowed.”
The new captive took a tentative step towards the heavy wooden drawbridge. The girl was obviously nervous and unsure of herself.
Megan liked her new slaves to walk in front of her, so that she could admire their buttocks. Her eyes always strayed to that place. Those in front of her at that moment were particularly fine. The flesh was firm, sporting the most delightful slope down to the fullness at the lower margin. There was also an attractive parting at the bottom cleft which urged the viewer to want to investigate within those depths.
The sway was lovely too. Once the girl caught a rhythm, there was a swing of the flesh, pouting and parting, which was most provocative.
However, thought Megan, frowning, the girl, seemingly so pliant, also had a hint of rebelliousness. This must be beaten out of her. Her fingers itched as she mentally viewed the whip case. She lightly brushed the pads of her thumbs across those of her fingertips as if feeling the texture of different leather strips, how they would feel to her fingers before she striped the girl with them.
But she would be gentle in her discipline - at first. She lifted her eyes, dark and heavily outlined with black kohl, to look at the graceful length of the girl’s body. Although pale there was a golden sheen as is found on a ripe fruit such as a peach. The skin begged to be caressed by mouth, fingers and lash.
The shoulders were wide for such a slender body and they were proud, for all the golden head was bent in submission. A strange mixture. This was no ordinary girl, that was plain enough.
“I’d better take you to the bath house and have you scrubbed.” She wagged an admonishing finger. “Don’t know what you’ve been up to with those guards.”
Zacora said nothing. The guards were men and her strict training taught that they, even though they were servants of this woman, they must be protected and loved.
“Hm!” Megan sneered at her silence. “Four hulking guards carrying you in a sedan chair for five days and you did nothing? This I cannot
A seemingly unnecessary chain was looped between ankles and wrists. It was very fine and, at intervals, were smooth round balls of different sizes. The placing of these devices, it seemed to Megan, was judged very precisely. There was one at the mouth, one between the deep valley of her breasts, one upon her sex mound and one, where the chain took a loose loop, at her sex entrance. Every slight movement caused the balls to give small stimulations, teasing almost.
Megan’s mouth went dry at the sight presented to her, and her sex became puffy, more open, ready and wet. She had difficulty calling for the guards to unfasten the padlocks so the girl could be helped from the sedan.
As two guards stepped forward, presenting their hairy muscular buttocks as they bent into the curtained sedan, Megan had no desire to finger the leather thongs parting those delicious male clefts. Heavy sacs lay between the slightly parted thighs. Normally, Megan would not have been able to resist cupping these, caressing them, feeling them move within the loose skin. She did nothing except lick her lips, mentally running through the inventory of her sex toys. Which would be most appropriate to use on this sweet creature first? What would she use to train her to adore? Should she take her to tantalise her favourite customers? Yes, she decided, how they would love that extra stimulation.
Free and wobbly from long tethering in the sedan, Zacora stood beside Megan, head bowed in sad submission. Even in this position the breasts were taut and firm with sweet little nipples, gently tucked in, asking to be sucked to erection.
“Walk in front of me,” ordered Megan.
Zacora’s sapphire eyes looked up questioningly. Even with the looseness of the ankle chain, walking would not be easy.
“Do as I say!” Megan’s voice was sharper. “And keep your head bowed.”
The new captive took a tentative step towards the heavy wooden drawbridge. The girl was obviously nervous and unsure of herself.
Megan liked her new slaves to walk in front of her, so that she could admire their buttocks. Her eyes always strayed to that place. Those in front of her at that moment were particularly fine. The flesh was firm, sporting the most delightful slope down to the fullness at the lower margin. There was also an attractive parting at the bottom cleft which urged the viewer to want to investigate within those depths.
The sway was lovely too. Once the girl caught a rhythm, there was a swing of the flesh, pouting and parting, which was most provocative.
However, thought Megan, frowning, the girl, seemingly so pliant, also had a hint of rebelliousness. This must be beaten out of her. Her fingers itched as she mentally viewed the whip case. She lightly brushed the pads of her thumbs across those of her fingertips as if feeling the texture of different leather strips, how they would feel to her fingers before she striped the girl with them.
But she would be gentle in her discipline - at first. She lifted her eyes, dark and heavily outlined with black kohl, to look at the graceful length of the girl’s body. Although pale there was a golden sheen as is found on a ripe fruit such as a peach. The skin begged to be caressed by mouth, fingers and lash.
The shoulders were wide for such a slender body and they were proud, for all the golden head was bent in submission. A strange mixture. This was no ordinary girl, that was plain enough.
“I’d better take you to the bath house and have you scrubbed.” She wagged an admonishing finger. “Don’t know what you’ve been up to with those guards.”
Zacora said nothing. The guards were men and her strict training taught that they, even though they were servants of this woman, they must be protected and loved.
“Hm!” Megan sneered at her silence. “Four hulking guards carrying you in a sedan chair for five days and you did nothing? This I cannot
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