**Stacey**
Seeing Jenine’s ghastly, bloodied, scarred face seemed to confirm that the senator’s self-sacrifice was not far-sighted, her sudden escape belied her supposed bravery, and that she was constantly scouting nearby, did not bode well for her freedom from obsessions. Plus, it startled a naked inmate with a collar chained to a wing desk in Shawn’s tent.
I had to change my opinion. Deborah put the cell phone to my ear and started the video. Jenine may not have believed in her ability to make it far from here, but at the same time, she learned something that we could use to torment our tormentors. What else would I be here for but to do her bidding?
It was clear to Deborah that when the Heirs saw her enter the tent, she had to wait for Shawn, but maybe that also meant she was ready for him.
“Good evening ma’am.” He greeted her from the darkness outside, and when he stopped, his face was only half-lit by the lamp inside. “You should know about the traitors in our expedition…” Deborah addressed him familiarly. I could hear the urgency but not the politeness. “Have Foster and Nadella woken up yet?”
Shawn entered the tent and lowered his voice. “Yes, our unconscious most successful searchers. Nadella is awake, but he hasn’t the strength to say anything. Foster hasn’t regained consciousness yet. Do you suspect them of something?”
“I saw them.” Now Deborah blurted it out. “It was Thompson, and I didn’t know the guy. Of course, they knocked those two down, but they consulted beforehand, and she gave them the weapons voluntarily. I even heard them describe how far we would search and how we planned to explore the Tower grounds. Thompson… Thompson said she wanted to run toward Fountain Flats.”
Shawn gripped her elbow. “You and McLeaf brought them here after all. Why did we have to treat them like the dead of battle!? Why didn’t you file a report then?” I saw that he believed her and was even more desperate to understand.
Deborah whined like the lowest poor thing. “I was ashamed I didn’t start chasing them myself. I was afraid of that guy. He had all their weapons.”
I possessed a rough idea of what was going on here. Shawn rarely looked at her. Most of the time, he was massaging his neck. “These two were suspicious to me, but mainly because of their selfishness. What would they get out of helping Thompson?” “Ask Raven Baxter. Nadell took her hunting with him. She always talks only when asked to.” “Thanks for the info. Repeat what you told me to Edward. Maybe we will catch her thanks to you, and you’ll be our perfect female role model.” Deborah made a humble bow and hurried out. Unfortunately, she left me alone with Shawn.
His expression was no longer angry. He looked at me with vacuous eyes like he always did when he wanted sex. “It is not just here to hold you in place.“ He threw the chain over my shoulders. “It sets the rhythm beautifully on the whores like you.” He made a loop on the chain and tightened it. I just uttered a mild sound. He gave me one embarrassed look and jerked his hands several times. The long-winded bray I made that would scare children and young lovers in the woods suited the hardening of Shawn. I couldn’t get any air, so I tossed my head on the table as my throat spasmed, staring at the tent´s roof with half-closed eyes, resisting the urge to slip out of the bastard or roll onto my stomach. My survival depended on my legs outstretched, and there Shawn wanted to go after my suffocation. Once he orgasmed, he said I deserved to breathe. He took me outside and hung me by my hands on a wooden structure, a disgusting parody of a tree with its branches, where four women already tried to look only at each other, never at the Heirs. The guys called it a hanger, we – the gallows.
Curs running around below us, now you’re itching. Little do you know that settled flees carry the plague.
I drowned out the wails of the hanging mistresses with vengeful promises, but even those had to be walled off, because of the loud voices from below. I knew most of them.
“It won’t hurt us to expel someone.” That suggested Deborah.
“Bitches shouldn’t feel satisfied,” Dorothy argued. “Someone can leave because their damn vacation is over. Besides, those two certainly weren’t stealing things for Thompson. I suspect another warden.”
“You think her guy here had a girlfriend?” asked an unfamiliar male voice, his tone not implying the absurdity of the words themselves.
“Yeah, I believe that frump would need a walkie-talkie for dating, but one of us would rather be fooled by Thompson. If we catch her, the bitches can’t know about it either, but she’ll help us arrest the cow.”
“There are apparent inadequacies in your organization. Mr. Cruz is going to address them.”
The crook is not fixing the system. Crook is remodeling it to make it even more gluttonous. In the end, Shawn proved to be a lucky bastard, and the excuse for more demands came from my room. Barbara got pregnant! She outdid Zita Hari by losing her virginity, and I’m guessing she beat the odds with that future child. It didn’t mean much to anyone but her on the first day, but she made up for her indifference as Shawn took on even the inmates behind him and showed Mayson that it’s not about who sits at the top of the Tower but who can shake its foundation. I haven’t seen much of it. He had me interned in a tent and gloated about his successes while he took me doggy style and explained during breaks that now it would be even sillier not to listen to him. He stuffed himself once in my pussy, twice in my ass, and then confidently ordered me the blowjob.
Swallowing made it easier for me to know something he did not. I saw that the inmates allowed themselves to be rude here and there, and the wardens took out their batons as a precaution and kept running to someone who wanted to talk to their Heir immediately. I was a welcome contrast when I asked them for more “training” during the break. Specifically, I improved in getting and passing on contacts.
“Damasio, I need our friend Mr. Manabe to give you the number for one deputy.”
“Hey, Jug-truck, what if your deputy is having lunch with the Councilman? What if he has both first ladies in bed? Samantha underneath and Justine jumping on them, disguised as her husband?”
“Friend with friends suits us.”
My target was just as quick as Hugo and Hachi.
“I hope this is not a mistake, mysterious stranger.”
“Mr. Stubley, Jenine Thompson is worried. And Prefect Green is after you.” The silence confirmed my belief that moral politicians are not eloquent. Perhaps except for Honest Abe.
“I have the name of the man who took away the encrypted list of Green’s agents. I want to ask you about your emigrant colleague…” He told me that the last time he heard from Timothy Cooper was seven months ago and that even his replacement is viewed by the people of the Conclave as a headless horseman, something they don’t fear but are alarmed to see. However, he felt obliged to me, asked several times about Jenine, and promised to try the impossible. As they all do when fate gives them stamina. At the end of my training, not only the warden who accompanied me here came for me, but also Dorothy. “You’re weird, Hamilton,” she growled. “You show off how you take care of your body and build a reputation, but looking at one of us, I’d think you’d bite your face off.”
“I’m a private eye,” I made up an idiotic excuse. “The uniformed cops hated us, and you remind me of them.”
“Thak god there’s no Arnolph here,” said Dorothy. “She’d start quoting the Tower rules to you, basically the one where you can’t act on the life you’ve led so far. And she’d also talk about your skills, which are useful here. You were the one who alerted us to the data transferred to Preston’s body, is that right?”
“Affirmative.”
“Manderville acted like a traitor, but you deprived us of a PE co-lector. I’m going to arrange for you to take her place now, whether you like it or not.”
Fuck. It might give me an advantage, but it won’t relieve me of Shawn.
I bowed sarcastically. “I’m honored to have it forced upon me.” When assigning the cleaning, they gave us the official list of the rooms of the Heirs where we were supposed to luxuriate and change the sheets, but if we could do something more, no one would blame us, so we were given a few extra pieces of sheets. Paradoxically, that’s why I took off my blouse and bra before I began to shy away from the lustful touches. I told each boy: “Don’t look at them and grab them!” Then it was enough to arrange for me to work even during groping.
I didn’t cover my divine tits even when I went to do my work in the remaining time. Deborah in her room, and Sharona Stonewall, who cleaned up before me, would have liked to cuddle the ornaments on my chest. I have already heard about the underage redhead that she is Gutiérrez’s lover.
“Court-ordered distance,” I whispered, not complaining about their admiration as such.
Finally, I’m going to give one of you these.” I reached into an underused part of the cleaning cart and pulled out a bundle of unused sanitary napkins. I split it under her nose to notice a stuck piece of paper. When she looked at it, she read: I want to talk to her in person and the investigation needs to be diverted. I wrote the kite ahead during the cooking notes. “Thank you, but I prefer this brand,” Deborah said, and after a few taps, she showed me her cell phone again.
*McLeaf is hiding her. My testimony helped her, but Dorothy pokes at it.*
I returned it to her with a new note. *We must supply them with more false testimonies. They trust me more, and more and this will be their undoing.*
But the false statements have to serve them somehow, and our interests were against each other.
As I left the room with the girl, I suggested, “Sharona, you sure would like fewer thrashings for your PE results.”
…and we would have to be colossally ignorant not to predict that training by Ms. Hamilton will perfect your physique,” Ekström spoke to inmates with hockey sticks and interrupted my speech. I decided that in the end, I would have the last word.
“After all, we are fragile beings. Surely you want to explain what movements I used to become an honorable exception.”
Ekström curled her lip over my sarcasm but stepped out of my way. Before the match, I invited Sharona to the warehouse of equipment. Her girlfriend also once ran away with a hockey stick.
“Done!” she reported to me in a stiff voice.
“How did you describe the warden?”
“I told her that Thompson had met someone who looked Asian or mixed. She started asking what classes it was in and how often they talked. I told her a lot of details, but I would have to make this up even if it was the truth!”
“Good!” I patted her on the shoulder. “Dorothy wants to be the smart one, we’ll let her search. I’ll use you at least one more time, she’ll need something to touch upon.”
Sharona closed her eyes tightly. “Maybe I won’t have to put it directly into her hands. She’s a fanatic. It is said that today the female of the female Heirs will stand at the head, who will not return from hunting to the Tower today, and the men will do the same, so as not to be ashamed.”
It was like that. An exception was announced for Lovemaking today. They were prompted to change the program by whoresons Heirs by skipping sex out of devotion to the holy war.
Lectors summoned inmates in body underwear to an unknown hall. I didn’t have to ask to know they were mentally preparing for an academic lecture, but Beck was nowhere to be found. Closer to the step, Arnolph cunt was beckoning us with curled papers, covering her lips with the index finger of her other hand. Her famous eloquence had suffered during the Hunt, and she gave orders without embellishment.
“Tonight, we have selected a machine exercise for you as a replacement program. It is a male body touch test and orgasm control. Bare your crotches.”
Women separated the chastity fastener and often made a little naked space around it. They usually covered the small of their backs with loose pieces.
The door opened, and Arnolph led us inside.
As per tradition, they layered the hall with semicircular rows. Instead of benches, they ushered us into cubicles, where rubber imitation of the male body with a cock sticking up laid fixed to the floor. As soon as we walked around the mannequin legs, the artificial crowns vibrated. The main thing that caused fear here was the pole with a handle and the attached paddle with huge square holes, some with a metalwork frame.
“Insert the member and fasten the paddle to the height of your ass,” Arnolph ordered. “The system will measure how much you can please a man and prolong his pleasure while you are forbidden to cum. The first three blows are without consequence, but if you take more than that, you will be dealt three times as much at the end of the test.”
I spread my legs and instructed my pussy to get wet. Since being ready for sex was the same priority in Shawn’s care as knowing when to stick the head in a lion maw, I adapted and denied myself the desire to ride it like on a motorbike. Resisting the possible orgasm, I stroked the chestunder which must have been tons of sensors. The cock hardened even more, and I massaged the shoulders, neck, and arms, then focused mainly on the hips. I tried to see what would happen if I searched for the non-existent warmth between the buttcheeks with one hand. Cock softened, and the paddle moved back menacingly, indicating that my ass can be inflamed dangerously soon. Other girls have already tasted her strictness and cried during intercourse.
I moved my hand to his earlobes and irritated him this time. But then I lost control of myself again. To hold on, I tried to slide up a little. The system probably understood it as my attempt to escape.
WHACK!
“Fucking sweet lord, don’t thrash me, you imbecile!”
The Wardens still thought I was running, so they pressed me against the cock, and slapped me. The system misjudged this again and gave me two more, each faster and more painful than the previous one.
Christ, I want my dad to thrash me again. I pressed its cock and humped. It didn’t take long before I had a delicious orgasm. Fuck.
A paddle of wood and metal licked me for the fourth time. I pressed myself against the mannequin so I wouldn’t move.
“The subject failed the test,” the computer voice said. “Her score is 75 %. Despite the high number of points, she will receive twelve strokes.”
Paddle flew to my ass at several times the speed. It massacred my ass more than a gangster with a machine gun could. At the end of Lovemaking, I had a lot to do to get up, feeling humiliated and wanting to castrate someone.
In the corridor, one voice lamented, the other comforted it. I slowly approached Sylvia Brunkow, supporting her wife Roberta, who held her stomach, and her eyes were out of sync with outside happenings.
“Brunkow also rejects things that look like men,” laughed a tall, bald girl. “That is, the more repulsive Brunkow. Her boyfriend has been bragging about the other one for a long time that he straightens her up. The house divided!”
“Shut up and break up before I send you running until the morning!” I have to use my new powers quickly. I didn’t have to help Roberta anymore, but she was looking away, so I asked Sylvia. “Was she sick?”
“A harm from the past,” Sylvia responded.
“Brunkow, don’t you want to piss someone off?” I pointed it out again in an ambiguous way. She had even more explosive files from Mayson’s computer than the ones she had already used, but she was saving them for the rainy day.
“I trade.” Roberta straightened up proudly again. “The only commodity I recognize is more guarantees for me with Sylvia. You’d be surprised how much relationships in nature are about fair trade. As happens to be the case with sex. Especially homosexual one. Or hermaphrodite one.”
Nicole spoke up behind me. “I’m neither homosexual nor hermaphrodite, Brunkow.” She was speaking quietly, deliberately, and like a hungry predator. “I’m engaged to a whacko, and you didn’t mind the risk he was taking.”
“So you think a stupid guy listening to a woman because he doesn’t know how to help them matters, but it’s okay to humiliate me through my wife’s suffering?”
“Enough!” I’m starting to enjoy yelling at people. “Nicole, Sylvia, go back to your rooms. Roberta, you’ve been naughty, so you get a few minutes on the exercise bike.”
It’s great now that I can go to the gym with people. Of course, I won’t be punishing anyone there.
“Roberta, I could buy your information somehow.”
shook her head as if she had never met anyone more stupid. Again, I could use it in my new role.
“The name of my problem matches my Heir’s – Martin Ingham. He used to watch us do it with each other. According to him, he slept with his friends´ assigned inmates. But he seems to be desperate these days and lashes out at Sylvia. Mostly when I’m not there, but often in my presence. And even when they are done, he demands another lesbian show. My wife cries at night. Fortunately, no one who would use it against us is living with us anymore.”
I thought about it. “Do you think he doesn’t have other women anymore? If I arranged for him not to touch Sylvia, would you give me that information?”
“Sure, Hamilton, but with your character, I don’t believe you could stand for something like that.”
I dismissed her with a new purpose in mind. This isn’t about character, it’s about adequate means. Sex has to be used just like a gun or a listening device. I had to dance with one drug dealer and then lick his balls to convict him. The corrupt cop and I played Basic Instinct and the Female Executioner so I could access his records. And while we’re at it, I lowered the price for one client to find out if what they say about short men is true (It was!).
I waited for Ingham in his room, supposedly to “consult” with him. Just like if I was at home, I left only my bra and panties on his couch and took a pose I partially learned from hookers and also in the Lovemaking bar.
Curiously, his shelves were occupied by carved dolls, many of which had brassieres but no panties, so I imitated that.
Coming home, he was tired, but when he saw me, thoughts of sleep left him. Especially when I closed my eyes and dug my hand into my lap.
“Today I imagined how I would put a rifle in a hybrid of a woman and a deer.” He sat down and rested his rifle on the table. “However, you surpass even my imagination. I was told you wanted to ‘consult.'” He breathed out. “Do you think I can catch up on something Cruz neglected?”
“Not at all.” I couldn’t slander Shawn. “I just became a co-lector of PE. I’m interested in the athletic performance of Sylvia Brunkow. She didn’t play hockey badly, but she’s weary from other classes. How do you think she handles straight sex?”
“She’s got the basics, and she can… She can make a guy believe she likes him.”
He was looking at my hand, but I got up, smiled widely, and walked over to him.
“I think she deserves a rest, but you shouldn’t be deprived.”
Ingham looked triumphant.”A twinkle in a female eye means a nimble cunt.”
I liked his teeth.
“So you wouldn’t disdain my embrace.”
Ingham put his hand on my shoulder and stroked my shoulder blades. “I am a follower of Aristippus. I do not reject pleasure, only addiction to it.”
“Then stay away from Stacey Hamilton because she is more addictive than cocaine.”
“We got used to changing women and remember only good things. A friend lent me his thief. Wow, she should have made a living as a whore. You are a private detective, so surely you have the same trained muscles. Prove it to me.”
I grabbed his hips and pressed myself against his waist. Before I could think about it, I kissed him, and my tongue greeted his. He wasn’t lazy either. His hand moved from my shoulder blade to my left breast and squeezed it like a bear scooping honey. The other hand was pulling me on my back for a long time, going lower and lower. I had to make him believe I couldn’t wait for him to penetrate. I gripped the hem of his pants with my fingers, unbuttoned them, and eagerly pulled them down. A single touch of his briefs was enough for me to capture the moment his gelatinous worm began to turn into a long, hard stick. I helped him to get the fresh air, and my furry girlfriend welcomed him into her depth.
Ingham huffed and pushed as hard as he could. He passionately grabbed my breasts, and I got excited again. I took my tongue out of his mouth and ran it over the sprouting stubble. My lover’s knees buckled, and I leaned forward in his direction. I tried to grip his cock tightly and circled my bottom. It is a skill that will buy more than one guy, and it pays off in the moments you are doing it with them. As for Ingham’s behind, this one was hairy and warm in the middle.
“You are the last hooker from Soho!” Ingham yelled, turning his head and biting my lips.
“And you’re her client,” I said in a chattering voice.
Ingham stood up, lifted me whole, and wrapped my legs around his waist. He carefully sat me on the table and increased the pace. He was shaking me. It reminded me of when I once rode a motorcycle on gravel, only it went higher, and I didn’t want to turn off the engine but to take the handcuffs and tie myself”You are a hooker, and I would pay you millions!”
I was singing along with my pussy, warm like on a sunny beach.
I slept wonderfully after sex, and for breakfast, we got plain buttered bread with delicious milk. Arnolph cunt reminded us of the beauties of the countryside that we can smell in those rare moments when we work or copulate around that cottage in the backyard. And it is there farm animals roam in the enclosures, with which we learn honest and hard work. The inmates took dozens of kicks from goats or cows in the afternoon.
I, subconsciously practicing an Aussie accent, sheared sheep, and when one ran off I jumped and laid it down. „Not only lambs will be silent, a woolly nuisance.”
I took the sheared wool to weigh it in a makeshift pigsty. I probably didn’t notice Shawn because of how well he blended in with the animals. He grabbed my hand, even though it was still clutching the bundle, and ordered me to come to the tent right after the lesson, where I would stay. Now my stomach and heart stopped working. I could hardly compensate for it for several days now by anything other than going to a more considerate lover. Roberta won’t acknowledge the change in Ingham’s behavior at once, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to please Jenine for the stultifying hours in the hideout with messages from Stubley.
Shawn left me sprawled out, arms and legs apart, at the entrance to the tent for the better part of eleven hours. All that was missing was the “Welcome” sign. I was forbidden to close my eyes. But I have to say that I was now a common sight for the guys, and they left me alone, except for a few pokes with their shoes around my crotch. I noticed that Shawn was disproportionately interested. He went through several visits and covered the entrance. His intentions were a little more apparent as he removed his pants.
I spread my legs more, but I didn’t have to. Shawn took a long stem of nettle from the table, went to my head, and gave me a not-so-nice order to “Catch the drops when they come.” He didn’t go all the way to the most sensitive spot with the stinging nettle, but he burned both of my nipples with it, and when he was sure I was displeased, he started rolling the biggest leaves back and forth on my inner thighs. I relieved myself with a loud yelp, and Shawn grabbed his cock with his free hand, massaging it hard and long. The burning hadn’t lost its intensity yet, so I didn’t have to fake my suffering. Shawn was jerking off faster and faster, and his cum poured out of him. I raised my head to catch the strings of white liquid with my mouth. A bitter aftertaste took over my throat, and my lips were glued together, but Shawn wasn’t satisfied with a single orgasm. He took me by the neck and didn’t even let me get up. He slammed my head against the table and panted loudly as his hand held my back. When he stopped, I heard him take a drink, and something started to irritate my ass. Suddenly, nettle leaves penetrated between my cheeks. Then, my anus burned unbearably. I, the stupid hen, breathed a sigh of relief when he took it out, but instead of letting his burned skin rest, he showed me his cock had recovered and was again tearing me up from the inside.
He left me alone to hang on the gallows for the night. Everyone left, but I was rocking the show, unable to fall asleep.
“You know, we women have it much more complicated.” Someone below me was laughing like a fairy-tale hag. McLeaf looked as good night as day in her latex.
“For something to be born, guys have to “take” us. Not us them. No wonder perversions that don’t occur to most dominatrices haunt them.
“So if anything is going to die, the active female will be more successful,” I suggested.
“I’m getting a hang of it,” McLeaf said and hissed. “Sorry. Did you arrange any of what Mrs. J. wanted you to do?”
“I arranged more. I can get the information she had no idea exists. I don’t know what it is, but it concerns government officials. It will take a long time. Now I deserve something. Maybe talk to her personally.”
McLeaf walked around for a while, looking around.
“I would prefer if they were more sure none of the lectors were helping. You can talk to her tomorrow.”
“Thanks. They suspect the wardens. If her guy has some ID chip…”
“Invalid.”
“Yeah, but if a warden of suitable looks is available, you can find it at her place. People would be inclined to think she had her people in IT.”
Someone took pity on me and didn´t let me hanging all night. A co-lector uniform was waiting for me in the room – jogging pants and purple sort of sacks for tits in the style of shopping bags.
Unable to sleep, I turned on the browsing device in the wardrobe and found a short message from Stubley. Searchings end in hell.
And no one has yet dug out of hell. If Stubley isn’t a wimp, he needs to try to be the first.
I tried to turn a rough night into stubbornness, and my roommates came to known it around five in the morning. I woke them up by shaking. Immediately we were playing the most escalated game of cards. Jenine sending me a message lifted the spirits of gals a bit. The desire to see her again was shared with me only by a person with whom I had no desire to have anything to do.
*”We owe her every word we exchanged with our loved ones,”* signaled Zita Hari. “*And if we make her contacts, the entire nation might owe her.”*
*”Not entire,”* Barbara objected. *”I’m a pawn because of her, and someone I don’t know will take care of me!”*
*“She killed a man,”* Therese pointed out. “*In a way, she couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t kill countless innocents.”*
*”You won’t be missed if you don’t want to. I’m going to see McLeaf, officially to pick up potential supplies. I’ll explain your reasons, though, students!”*
Heirs had another sexual fast for the next 24 hours. It seemed they wanted to show off that they were trying to how off because they were failing. The teachers, perhaps, because of the connection with Shawn, were quite considerate of me. I was quiet, except for the afternoon break, when I shouted at the runners in the yard to speed up.
I also got a pair of binoculars, so I looked around the woods, but in that dense growth, Heirs were rarely seen. I watched them for a good laugh. Since I knew where Jenine was, they would have sooner caught the proverbial wild goose. It must have been quite late. The fact that there were any guys around at all meant they were coming back. They were now searching far and wide for Jenine. We have to make some progress before they dig our lands again.
I’ve been pondering a lot about men. Before, I thought I would hate them all, but sometimes I needed someone who could think of me as a valuable being. Damn, why am I even thinking about it? I turned the binoculars to where I was looking a minute ago. Of course! I saw the black skin stretched over the muscles of Simon Charlesworth! He made love to me twice when we were playing in a primitive village. Now it’s about man caves, but they are not far from the village.
I saw him undress and enter his tent in a light green shirt and camouflage pants. I called a recess for the girls, which meant they had to sit on a long bench, and the wardens kept an eye on them.
“Do you remember me?” I whistled and followed him. Too bad he couldn’t take his shirt off. I would see his chest again and would be the bad girl. His tent may have been littered with junk, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t room for leisure activities. Simon nodded as a sign that he remembered. He was probably unsure what I wanted, so I was going to reassure him that I´m here to satisfy both of us. I revealed my tits in one rapid movement.
“They missed you,” I whimpered.
“I missed the whole thing,” he said with slight sarcasm, but he didn’t want to push me away. “Can I judge if your lower parts came to like me?”
My jogging pants fell to the ground. I went to the corner, where I turned around, crossed my legs, and stuck out my bottom in the shape of a heart. Even so, I managed to pull down my panties. I walked up to Simon, and with every step I took, I saw more of his arms and chest and then his muscular legs and imagined the curves of his butt. I decided to be honest. “I’m tired of men not respecting me. Will you be nicer?” “I’ve already shown you my modus of love. I won’t allow a woman to have control over her body. She can say goodbye to that, but it is the man´s responsibility that she knows she will never be cheated in bed with him and will remember it while she takes care of the house.”
I gently patted his ass.
“Lesson you will never forget. Our dad sometimes threatened me and mom with that, and we knew he meant it, so we mostly behaved impeccably. But you’re talking about a lesson in love, and I’d like to indulge myself.”
He leaned down and kissed me on his favorite part of my body, the tits. He kissed and savored them. I hugged his firm back, massaging it to our satisfaction. He spoiled it a little when his tongue made an S on my stomach and settled on my pussy. By licking a labia achieved its goal quickly. I wasn’t going to complain. Not when he tasted my juice inside. I cupped his head and symbolically praised him for the waves of pleasure. As a tasted one, I felt wonderfully wanted.
The tongue, however, was not the main instrument of Simon’s pleasure. He wrapped his muscular arms around my legs tightly, and as soon as he left my lap, he rolled me onto my back. His attentive cock first tickled me and eventually reunited with my inner parts, gentlemanly in his penetration and uncompromising in occupying what he wanted to claim.
The rest of Simon caught me off guard. I kissed him like it was my first time, and he was the most wanted boy of my white and black friends. I even rolled him onto his back. And he rolled me back. And I went back on top. I was fine, but Simon wanted to crush me, and his humping slowed down a lot with the constant spinning. In the end, I was at the downside, and I wished I fell asleep, warmed by the hot blood of Simon, his heart beating against my breasts.
Sex with Shawn was a disgusting fluke that I had to endure to indulge Martin for the sake of justice and Simon for the subtle passion with which a man could convince any woman to do his cooking and laundry. Does Simon like interrogation scenes? As a result of similar considerations, I came to the room untidy, and as I was adjusting the string on my jogging pants, I called out: So how many of you will help me?”
Therese stood in front of me. “Stacey, I finally talked Barbara into it. She wants to see it, and we’ll support each other somehow.”
“All the ladies would help you if they knew what you were working on” Zita Hari declaimed.
We trod slowly but relaxed, except for Therese, who looked guilty as if she had summoned the Apocalypse. McLeaf took us down to the basement, where it turned out that small dark rooms devoid of people and decorations can be the least depressing places in certain institutions.
The dominatrix opened the narrow door, and we stopped after three steps between the barely organized clutter so as not to bump into Jenine sitting on the trunk, as pale as I’d seen her in the footage and an equally pale bearish man in briefs. Zita Hari let out a long breath, dropped to her knees, and held out her hand. She stroked Jenine’s calf and then squeezed her palm. I couldn’t bring myself to sneer, so instead, I said how much I admired her accomplishments.
“You tried too, Hamilton.”
Still surname based?
“I hope one of you would be willing to lie down and think of New England, ladies,” the guy said mockingly.
“Shut up Lawrence. See how they’re looking at you.” Jenine pointed to Therese and Barbara.
“We are looking at you!” cried Therese. “We’re mad at you because you killed him.”
Jenine closed her eyes, swallowed, and inhaled through her nose.
“What was his name?”
“Enzo Romano”, Therese and Barbara said simultaneously, only the younger girl added,
“I’m expecting a child with him.”
The guy just laughed. Jenine on the other hand looked at the young woman sympathetically.
“Honey, I’ll tell you how to get rid of it, I . . .”
“You still think like a murderer!” Therese said.
“Therese, I heard about many crimes and injustices committed by various men, but I believed I live in a country based on laws that limit the worst of them inside its borders. There is justice no more, and there are States no more. Why should I be sensitive about taking the exploitionist’s life?”
“Because eternal laws remained Jenine,” Therese stated. “You want to talk to that Cooper of yours? I know someone who might contact him. But I want you to promise Barbara you will turn yourself in immediately afterward!”
Jenine looked at me. “Would you ever agree to such terms, Hamilton?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11p60lc/the_princesses_in_the_tower_chapter_6_part_5