*Chapter 5- Hymn 43*
(Warning: Heavy Themes of Mind break and N*n-C*ns*nt)
A woman in ecstacy. Men ravaging her body. Sweat, cum, drool and an extended hand.
Reilly woke up suddenly, gasping for air and covered in sweat. As if on cue Martina, and the slave who’s name she had finally learned: Henry, immediately woke up and began massaging her. Attempting to take away her stress, and soothe her back into sleep they rubbed her shoulders and her feet, knowing exactly where to move and how to please her. Admittedly, she could get used to this. Though she had no idea how to deal with the amount of slaves other officers had. Watson himself had 17, while Laine had apparently had 30. Maybe she’d have them get part time jobs so she could afford a better apartment.
Thinking of Laine was a mistake, Reilly couldn’t go back to sleep now. Henry got up to make her breakfast, and Martina followed her to the shower. Martina poured soap on her body, and rubbed her self against Reilly to help wash her. Martina fingers were heavenly, dancing across her clit and pussy, trailing up to her nipples and breasts. Reilly had never even considered shower sex before, but now she understood it.