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From her place pounding on the floor at their feet, Doulé let out a whimper of fear.   OSCAR Carissa had found her in the surgery and Janika’s warm smile of welcome set her trembling with eager foreboding. With a solicitous manner and a gentle touch, she had fastened Carissa into her own saddle chair with soft leather straps spreading her thighs apart and pulling her elbows together behind her back so that her pert breasts jutted proudly upward. Then, with an arch look, she had pressed soft lips to her cunt in a brief kiss and sauntered out of the room without a word, leaving Carissa to relish a period of helpless anticipation. By the end of an hour of this perverse pleasure she was close to delirium; the sacrifice in Dmitri’s study had already brought her to a peak of excitement and being bound, nude and vulnerable to she knew not what was pushing her beyond all endurance. There was the soft patter of footsteps and she turned a look of anguished longing to the door small tits as Janika entered carrying a wicker basket. Carissa caught her breath when the older woman approached brandishing a straight razor and she lifted her chin a little in surrender. Janika’s eyes sparkled and she ran her fingers over her own close-cropped, white hair. “Your hair is lovely,” she said in her strong Mirenburg accent “but you will be even lovelier as a shaven slave”. With this, she stepped behind Carissa and began to work on her long blonde tresses, using scissors and clippers and shaving-oil from her basket. Her gentle fingers massaged Carissa’s scalp so that she closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure while her golden locks tumbled to the tiled floor around her. “Be patient my sweet” Janika said. “After this, there will be pain”. Carissa’s eyes flickered hopefully to the side when she glimpsed a tan strip of leather before realising that it was only the razor-strop; she bowed her head obediently for it to be shaved clean. “Dmitri told me that you had no master before him” Janika said, applying the blade. “Only my Vasso. My lover. But she whored me out to men”. The razor swept up from her neck to the crown of her head in easy strokes while she spoke. “I was given to them to be abused, but I always belonged to Vasiliki”. A faraway look came into her eyes, and a blush rose on her cheeks. “When she brought me to the illegal cinema behind Independence Street she would have me strip naked and order me to suck and frig all the men there. But there were always rubber plugs inside me, trapped by a tight leather thong. I would be weeping with frustration by the time she deigned to remove them and flog me to ecstasy”. “And now?” Janika prompted as she shaved from bedroom the temples, smearing a scented lotion over the denuded scalp as she worked. “Do you belong to Dmitri, or is your life a gift to him from your lover”? “It is…” she began, then paused. “I don’t…but I am only meat”. Janika lay down the razor, rubbed a hot towel over Carissa’s smooth head and came to stand before her. “You are a interracial sister of the order” she reminded her, then reached down to take her nipples in petite the fingers of both hands. With her right, she caressed with infinite tenderness while with the left she gripped hard and twisted. Carissa bared her teeth in a grimace of shock and pain, but her throaty groan betrayed her body’s response to the stimulation. Janika smiled into her eyes then dipped her head to brush soft lips down Carissa’s white throat and over her chest to bite hard on the breast she had been stroking gently. There are always a few questions. I would not resist anyway. It took her a few minutes to rationalize her thoughts. Instead, Laura gets a thick leather belt from the bedroom and uses it to beat Slavetoy's breasts as I watch. she did as she was told and I stuck my cock in her mouth. I gently brush my hand through her hair. Cathy looked up and smiled as she pulled her mouth slowly off his interracial quickly waning cock. I raise my hands and create a spherical force field between me and him. I want to hear pussy farts." I think to myself, works for a record label and we have acquired a recording studio. Surely the old fashioned pieces fit with goth style of the house but it did not make it did not make the apartment feel cozy. I lowered my head and pounding stuck my ass higher in the air as John walked around me, leading King and letting him sniff me bedroom all over. I read words of the poem petite as it flashed through my head: “I’m so sorry, my love. Sorry!" It turned small tits and galloped off furiously in pursuit of the guards who seemed in no hurry to return or even halt their furious progress. She let out an encouraging moan and studied him, looking at the focus on his face. “Not hungry for my cum, sister dear?” Sarah said, trying to crack a smile. I make it to work late and as I pull into the parking lot my stomach drops as I see Richard's car and realized I was working alone with him. Rocky’s cock was harder, bigger and warmer than I could have imagined and at the moment it slammed home the first orgasm tore through my body like a raging forest fire. I'd done it. Anyway she knows I'll kill her if she tries to carry anything on with you after tonight. He spread my towel over my naked body and disappeared. I straddled my husband's waist just like our youngest daughter had. “Yes mister?” Or was this just a fluke, one-time thing to get it out of our systems?