A short bark came from the screen and Carissa, too, took a break from her work to watch. “Here, Cian” Róisín gasped as she raised herself back to her hands and knees. The dog thrust its muzzle forward eagerly and its thick tongue lolled out to slobber over her panting mouth. She closed her eyes and swallowed greedily. A slender arm snaked around to its hindquarters oriental and it twisted around at once, presenting its tail-end to her. Fumbling, she pulled the swinging prick between its legs and fed the tip between her parted lips. Her eyes darted sidelong to the camera as her cheeks hollowed. Soon afterwards, the screen went black and the action picked up again from a slightly different angle to show both dogs withdrawing from her. “There asian is someone with her, operating the camera” Janika observed. “I had a feeling” Carissa replied, without looking up from her painstaking work on Pierre’s lower jaw. “She is too submissive to have trained the dogs so well on her own – she lets them dominate”. On the overhead screen, Róisín grovelled on her belly, seeking out puddles of spunk on the bottom sheet and lapping at them like an animal herself. The dogs paced around her aimlessly, occasionally venturing to lick her face and taste her mouth, until she patted each on the back to guide them down from the bed. Looking boldly into the lens, she perched on the edge of the mattress with her thighs spread and began to slap and grind at her clit. Two wet noses appeared expectantly between her legs and the camera huge tits zoomed in on her face and heaving bosom – there was definitely another person in the room. Her whole body began to tremble violently, she mouthed voiceless words and then, with a scream indistinguishable from her earlier cries of agony, she flung her ginger hair back and an abundant spray of juices gushed from her open cunt. The mastiffs drank enthusiastically and pressed forward as the fountain died away to a trickle, licking at her inner thighs and deep between her cunt lips while she melted joyously into the bed. “Look!” Janika exclaimed, and she reached for the control to pause the film. Pierre winked, and Carissa carefully and unhurriedly finished the incision she was working on before turning her eyes to the ceiling. A second woman had moved into frame. She wore jeans and a man’s shirt, her hair was long and tied back into a pony-tail, but she was very obviously Róisín’s identical twin. She dropped a towel onto her sister’s belly and turned to switch off the camera. GRIGORI The morning sun shone through the high, barred window of Yewubdar’s cell and lit her sleeping face, gently easing her into wakefulness. She stretched luxuriously and swung her legs over the side of the bed to slip her feet into satin mules, then sat for a moment while she came to her senses. She had work to do in the laundry and the garden, she recalled. She would probably attend to one task in the morning and the other in the afternoon unless, she thought hopefully, someone wanted to abuse her, and she had to change her schedule to work around their whims. With this thought she left the room, wearing only her leather collar, her outsize nipple-rings and the golden tattoo on her pubic mound, and walked past the open doors of desolate cells to the washroom at the mature end of the corridor. Before long the men would begin to rise and would expect to find her there, kneeling demurely on the slate floor. They all wore surgical gloves now and did not have the full use of their fingers. Yewubdar would unfasten their pyjamas for them to relieve themselves over her face and into her mouth or over her throat and breasts. A round-headed brass hook was suspended over the drain cover by a length of chain; she raised it to her mouth to moisten it before reaching behind to press the end into the winking bud of her arse. As she settled herself into position she smiled at the taut stiffness of her nipples and the musky aroma from her neglected cunt. She took a perverse pride in her utter subjection, in the thought that she could find a more intense pleasure from waiting alone in a lavatory than she had ever had from the most cruel and passionate of lovers. And yet, it only whetted her appetite for more. As japanese always, her thoughts turned to the adventure which had brought her to her new life. Heads had turned when she met Therese in the café. Yewubdar was one of the very few black women in this part of the world – most international students and diplomats had left when the conflicts started – but both were so smart and glamorous as to attract attention in any company. They embraced and kissed before taking a secluded table by the back wall. “I love your dress” Yewubdar said after their coffees arrived, “it’s a different look for you”. Therese regarded her long, silk caftan with a rueful smile. Malcolm was the man again, and I am leaving the shower with only my few plays. I had already managed to make him come out to me, I wasn’t sure he was ready to talk about the feelings he obviously had for me. The story has taken months to write. Tears in his eyes and running down his sissy cheeks. I was grateful for her spit. She was mesmerized by how tight and shinny the skin was over his blood engorged helmet-shaped asian crown. “Gonna cum,” his dad cried out. I had my first blow job at 13.” “My eyes,” I replied, “and your dad told me yesterday how old you are.” A couple days later, filled with thoughts and planning, she waited for an opportune moment, when mom mature and dad would be gone for a day or two, and Johnny would be home. Fuck her so hard until I exploded and... "Let’s give her another round and see if she improves." At first I thought it was huge tits in pain but it was worse. He eyes seemed to be locked onto the paper I was holding. He sat down and sipped from his glass of coke. And when he couldn’t take it any longer, Yuri began humping her. Mommy waved to me as they walked towards the banquette. There oriental was nothing that I could do. I didn’t really say much to my family about seeing him, and didn’t pay much attention to it. I walked up the stairs undoing the sash to my robe as the dog sat at the bottom stairs. I convulsed again, moaning beneath him as I came for the second time. “When I found Tulipfall, I knew it had to be fate.” Julia pontificated beside me, “How else could you explain-” That seems exactly right. Elsie frowned at her friend, “The sneak! I pressed my breasts japanese together. Emma had a smile on her face, so did Clara.