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This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release that in a woman as you surrender to my voice and fill the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight little story. Have A girl's hands slide up and down the cold bars of the cage, and she stares into the darkness beyond, willing Luca to return. The cold air in the cellar biting at every inch of her naked body. What the fuck happened? Shock still clouds her mind, wondering where her
focus and resolve went. Just a few hours ago, she was set on killing Luca. She just knew she had to figure away, But now she was imprisoned in this cage. She couldn't even figure how to get out, let alone kill him. Footsteps four heavily on the wooden floor above. In desperation, Abigail bangs loudly at the bars, shouting to attract attention. She cannot be left down here alone, trapped.
Frustration and anger burns through her as she bangs the manacles loudly at the bars, the metallic sound echoing around the darkened room. A relieved gasp drops from her lips as she hears the door finally open at the top of the stairs, steps moving quickly down the stone, the velvet curtains pushed aside hurriedly well aren't you a noisy little pet, Lucas says, curtly, glaring at aber Girl through
the bars, holding her gaze for a long moment. Her anger wilts under the burning fury of his green eyes. How dare you disturb me when I'm expecting company. This is not the day to try my patience, my pet, he snarls, Just let me out, No one need no, I won't tell anyone. I know you can see that. Aber Girl gasps the sudden urge to escape her torment, fueling the panic in her voice. He laughs cruelly in response, Oh no, you're not leaving. You are today entertainment. I
have a very select crowd coming to view you. His lips curl into a hideously sensuous grin as he speaks. Despite her desperation to be free that voice, that smile burns through to her core, images flashing in her mind of being bound horizontal in front of a crowd, of being fucked relentlessly while they watched. Her. Pussy aches with need again at the debaucherous images in her mind, her lust winning the argument raging in her mind. Maybe he
would let her go after the show. She settles back into the corner of the cage, her legs parting through some will of their own, exposing the wet desire burning in her pussy. Fuck When did she ever get so turned on by this kink? As his eyes watched, her hand drifts between her thighs, massaging her damp folds, pinching her clip for his enticement. Her back arches as a
growl escapes her lips. Her body tenses in undeniable pleasure as he watches her, rolling her clip between finger and thumb, pulling it, forcing the heat to spiral through to her core, before spanking her most sensitive spot hard. The cruel smile that rrupts on his lips fuels her passion further. Her gaze drops from his eyes to the bulge growing beneath
the material of his tailored pants. Suddenly hungry to feel her pussy full again, to feel her lips stretched to the point of discomfort, she plunges her fingers deep inside her dripping pussy, pumping furiously as she pushes hard against the back of the cage, Her eyes fixed on his throbbing erection. She cries out as an orgasm explodes to her body, nodding in approval. He smiles wryly, before calmly
saying that's better, my pet. I think less brat more kitten will do well to day and without He turns and leaves, plunging her back into the darkness again, alone with her thoughts, the confusion that seems to follow him, this veil of lust that embraces her every time he's near, lifts and she can think clearly again. She must kill him.
It is the only way to break this spell. Yet her body betrays her every single time, searching around the cage, feeling slowly with her hands in the darkness, trying to find a weakness, some way she might escape. There is nothing. Maybe he will just release her once the show is done. Maybe he will play some mind trick that blanks her mind to everything that is happening today. It was she kidding, He knew she wanted to kill him. If he let
her go, she would just come back again. Suddenly, images of her twin sister invaded her thoughts and tears well in her eyes, stinging at her cheeks. Every time she looked in the mirror, she was reminded of her Why hadn't she come to her, Why hadn't she talked to her about what was happening. Melissa was always the wild one, the one that went off and did reckless things, the one that got all the boys, whereas Abbogat waited until her first husband to have sex. She was shy and sense.
And then one day Melissa disappeared and just vanished. For a while, Abigail had even questioned if she had existed at all. Her memories of her twin sister seemed so vague and confused. Sometimes she wonders if she was just a dream, a figment of her imagination. Eventually, there was a memorial service, which Abigail tended on her own. There was no body to bury, no explanation, no closure, just years of torment, of searching for answers to questions that
all pointed to this man. He had the answers, and he would tell her she would make him right before he took his last breath. She needed to know. It was impossible to say if she fell asleep in the darkness, or if her thoughts were just so preoccupied with Melissa that she became oblivious to everything else around her. Whatever
the reason, she never heard him approach the cage. She never felt her manacled hands being lifted until it was too late and she was strapped back onto the chain and being raised from her slumber, instinctively kicking her legs out, hitting the side of the cage, bruising her shin painfully. Ah fuck, she screams as pain burns for her leg. Abigail kicks out again, trying to stop Luca from strapping her ankles it once more determined to resist him and
this desire coursing through her veins. But the more she fights it, the stronger it gets. The more she resists her passion, the harder it burns between her thighs. As he finally grabs her ankle and holds her still while he attaches the leather strap, she is suddenly ought to aware at the scent of her own desire. How can she deny herself when her feminine scent is so strong? Cursing her body, cursing her lust for this betrayal, Abigail accepts her salicious fate as the straps hold her upright,
suspended a foot from the ground. Lucas smiles as his gaze caresses her naked body. Time for you to learn some manners, my pet, he says, as he walks behind her. The sound of him rustling through various objects is surprisingly unnerving for Abigail and shockingly arousing, as she can hear herself moan as she hangs suspended, the dark, casting a
veil around her. The first spank comes hard across her ass, no warning, no pulls, just a hard, punishing spank right across her butt that forces her buttocks to tremble for long minutes. After the delicious sting of pain eventually subsides to a burning glow across her skin, her cries of agony morph into groans of pleasure. Her body trembles with aching desire. We have company today. I can't have them thinking. I let you act like this without some repercussions, Lucas says.
Another strike, harder than the first. The next three strikes come quickly and always at the same spot, sending an earthquake of pleasure cascading through her body. Without warning. A loud groan explodes from her lips, her pleasure undeniable as the warm caresses of her own juices stream down her thighs. Gentlemen, Melissa has returned to us, Lucas says, my pet is back. Chock ricochets through Abigail's mind. Wait, he thinks I'm Melissa.
Why doesn't he know Melissa is dead? Suddenly a thought floods into her mind that pushes all her other questions to the side. Which fucking gentleman? Opening her eyes in the darkness, that unmistakable glint of green eyes watch with a remarkable curiosity. Just on the edge of her hearing, there is a sound like a hushed laughter, almost mocking her.
Abigail glares harshly at the treacherous green eyes. They set her up, They lured her in with promises, and now this So focused on the green eyes, Abigail doesn't notice a breeze moving around her body, caressing her, stimulating her, turning her roup more than she can ever remember being aroused before the biting cold of the air, teezing every inch of her body as if a thousand lovers were biting and sucking at her skin, her neck, her nipples,
her clip, the sensation swirling in a melee of lustful confusion, growing faster and faster, more and more intense. Somewhere in the midst of the desire, she gasps loudly as two lubricated fingers pushed deep into her ass, massaging her, bringing her body to the very edge before she collapses to the ground. The ropes released, she lays in a crumpled heap,
Her manacle's gone, her senses coming back into focus. She is suddenly aware of Lucas stood right behind her, and five maybe six men seated in front of her, their green eyes watching her intently. For the longest moment, there is nothing but silence, which Abigail is grateful for so she can regather her thoughts. Nil Luca commands without thinking. Abigail niels before the men, her mind still dazed from all the sensations, she is in no state to argue.
So you return to Melissa, then you must be ready, the central man says, grinning wildly. Ready for what, Abigail wonders, And why do they keep calling me Melissa? What the fuck did Melissa get up to when she with these people? Let us complete what we started, he says, staring intently
at Abigail. Why she did what she did next she may never understand, But on her hands and knees, she suddenly felt an irresistible urge to crawl forward, pushing the mound's velvet robe to one side and exploring beneath until her fingers found his semi hard cock. Pushing herself up onto all fours, she takes his cock in her mouth, a groan of satisfaction leaving his lips as she slides her mouth up and down his shaft, feeling his cock swelling in her mouth, becoming harder and harder as her
tongue flicks around him. Somehow she just knows this is what she needs to do, and feeling Luca kneeling behind her, his fingers pushing into her ass once again, thrusting gently, her body trembles in beautiful response, the pleasure growing through her. The man in front of her tensing as she moans along his cock, feeling his erection swelling to bursting, pulsing
along her tongue. Without warning, Luca pushes his cock past the muscle of her ass as a shock and pain of the verse thrust subsides, and his thrust grow deeper and deeper into her ass. The pleasure moving through her body grows. Fuck, when did she like anal so much? She'd never even thought about it, and the sensations growing within her body with the threat of another intense orgasm.
Unknown memories come flooding into her mind, nights in the club, putting on the show, her and Luca, Melissa and Luca, the depraved acts they committed right there, the bondies, the flogging, the undescribable pain and pleasure, sucking the man's cock even harder, feeling her teeth drag along his shaft. She can feel him tensing, knowing he is on the verge of coming, feeling Lucas swell inside her, his cock aching to climax, as his fingertips grab at harrass pulling her back onto him,
her own orgasm growing through her thighs. As more memories, more images invade her thoughts, this unknown history of her and Luca, and somewhere in the distance of her memory, she can see her and Luca talking, and hear herself saying in the club, and when I'm with you, I'm Melissa. It is my nom de plume. Her body tenses as she sees him lean into her and kiss her so passionately, so deeply, her lips sucking along the man's cop, dragging his orgasm up the entire length of his shaft. Before
hot streams have come or erupt into her mouth. Luca grows loudly as his cock explodes deep into her ass, her body responding in an intense orgasm spreading up from her ass, up her back, her neck, that warm, swirling sensation flooding across her whole body. Panting, she lets the Manx's cock drop from her mouth. It's come dripping down her chin. Luca eases out of her ass, it's come teasing down the back of her thighs. The man looks
directly at Luca and says her pussy is clean. Staring at him in disbelief, Abigail's mutters, well as clean as I can be, as I've been, as I've been locked up in a cage all day. Yes, Lucas says, ignoring Abigail's words, as if this was the most normal conversation in the world. Then make one of us, the man says sternly, her mind still gazed from the fock of orgasms. Abigil offers no resistance as Luca flips her over and pushes her thighs apart forcibly dropping his head between them,
his tongue flicking viciously at her clit. Oh fuck, Abigil says, as her orgasm returns with a vengeance, his fingers pushing roughly inside her still throbbing pussy as he sucks her clit hard, pulling it along the edge of his teeth, sending shockways of electricity moving through a body. Abergil pushes her pussy up against his mouth, rocking her pelvis with the need to intensify the sensations pulsing through a body.
As her climax grows, her core tenses, her thighs clamp against the sides of his face, holding him hard against her pussy as her body errupts in beautiful pleasure, ignoring the thrust of her pussy, the intensity of her orgasm spiraling as she feels his sharp teeth drag along her clit. Aber Girl screams in both pleasure and pain as she feels him bite down on her clit, the warm blood pulsing into his mouth as he drinks hungrily, tasting her
cumb and her blood. Unable to escape the grasps of his teeth, Aber Girl surrenders to the sensations moving through her body, feeling a new wave of pleasure, something very different embrace her, something new, taking her cascading through every nerve of her body as she climbaxes again and again, raptures of unimaginable pleasure grasping at her body before darkness
descends over her mind. When she finally opens her her body, still drained from her intense orgasms, lucres stood before her is a red cock trembling just in front of her lips. A sudden urge to taste him overwhelms any tiredness in her body as she grasps his shaft with her hand, her lips pushing over his trembling and moving up and
down his entire length. She can feel the tip of him pushing at her throat, her fingers grasping hard on his shaft as he thrusts into her mouth, his need to come obvious as his cock trembles along her tongue. Moving her hand lower, she grasps his balls, massaging them, forcing his cock to throb even harder as the first
drops of pre com tease at her throat. His thighs tense against her face as he pushes deep into her mouth as far as he possibly can, feeling him fill her mouth her throat as the intensity of his organs and moves along his cock and as he explodes deep in her throat, his heart comes streaming inside her mouth. She smiles, feeling her in size as grow as she drags them back along his cock, lacerating his shaft, his warm blood mixing with his hot comb in a perfect cocktail.
As the last drops of Luca droped down her chin, Melissa opens her eyes and stares hard at the green eyes looking back at her. Wiping her hand unthinkingly over her chin, she looks at the pile of ashes on the ground in front of her, before looking back at the shadows. He's gone as you want it, a voice says in the darkness. A hush, laughter or maybe a breeze blows somewhere in the shadows. But I didn't want this, she says, the battle between Melissa and Abigail raging inside her.
You should have said, the voice says, with the hint of a smirk. You are ours now. You have destroyed the mighty Lucre. You have replaced him. And who the fuck are you? She asked, some sense returning to her mind. We are in charge. That is all you need to know, the voice says. But it isn't all I need to know. Why did you want rid of Lucre. Her voice determined he had grown too strong. He thought he was more
than us, and that is unacceptable. The voice court, as if offended by her, questioning, So, if you're so powerful, why didn't you just get rid of him, why did you need me, with a distinct feeling that she might not like the answer, We don't take mortal form. We needed someone to replace him to do our bidding. That is you, Melissa, take heed. If you don't do as we ask, we will find a replacement. The stern words
echo in Melissa's mind. And what is your bidding? Melissa's voice dripping with suspicion as she asks, what effort we decide? The voice responds, staring back at the green eyes. Melissa stands slowly confidently. Well, fuck, I think I'm happier as my alter ego. Anyway, Melissa seems to have so much more fun, Melissa says, brushing unseen dust from her body. Yes, I had better go find myself some clothes before the
club opens tonight. Turning, she walks towards the steps, and as she puts one foot on the bottom steps, she turns, looking back at the shadows before saying resolutely and if you bitches think you can fuck me over, think again. Now next week. Oh we've got a new story and they've got a little surprise for you next week, something different, but that can wait for next week. For now, and
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