"I keep a rather powerful prisoner down here," Collin warned. He smelled the dampness and new he was in a type of specialized dungeon. He heard a man moving around watching them, but staying silent. From the moment when he had awakened dazed, he knew who the prisoner was. Powerful? Did Collin even realize what he kept contained? And poorly at that. "How hurt are you?" nnShadow tried to stand still shaking. His senses were all focused on the man at the back of the room. He caught a half-image of shadows! It was a familiar profile.familiar scent.He was standing as the bars of his cell, hands gripping them watching. In his mind alone, he heard the familiar voice call out to him fondly."Shade. Do not worry for me, old friend. My time will come." Tears streamed down his face and he made a mournful sound, soft but eloquent of his agony. "Go, Shade.
He woke to a loud clap! He flashed back into a cat snarling as he realized someone had just thrown the doors open as they slept. Two people came through them. "Stand down! The boy is mine!," Collin warned him as he approached the bed. "You want him.You buy him.like all of the rest!" The cat hushed immediately as his words echoed his thoughts perfectly. He couldn't pay for the boy, and he knew it. Did Collin know, too? "I realize you have been a cat for far longer than you want us to know. So I have a proposition for you," he stated coldly, "if you will agree to it."nnDe 'Vorga tensed and gasped 'no!' "Work for me! It won't be long, just a short job, but dangerous! The boy is worth far more than what I ask.I will be giving him to you far cheaper than I like to do!" Shadow trembled in indecision and fear.
It's a cold December evening as you dress the way you have been instructed for the evening. Leather thong, corset and heels along with mesh stockings; leather skirt and a collar complete your whorish attire. I watch you as I myself dress, putting on my black sheer thong to show off my assets, the black silk shirt and black pants to complete my outfit. As we get into the car I get a closer look at your outfit. The corset lifts and pushes out your breasts, making them more obvious and bigger while covering your lean stomach. The stockings and skirt hold powerful thighs and a tight behind. Yes…. Master has trained and conditioned this whore well…. exactly for his uses.nnI start driving towards our destination, a New Years party with a twist. It's a costume party and you are going as a whore, while I your owner. Little does anyone else realize it is all too real. We arrive around 9 pm and the party is already very busy. People are dressed up in everything from dog and cat suits to fairy tale characters, lion tamers, celebrities, almost everything, about 200 people in all. We make small talk with couples we meet or get reacquainted with as we sip our drinks. You have a very low tolerance for alcohol so it isn't before long that you are more open, talking more, starting to flirt with both men and women, mostly men. I get you into a dark hallway of the large country home and pinch your ass hard and slap your facenn"What are you doing?" I ask.nn"Having fun," you reply.nnI hit you a bit harder in the face and my eyes say all you need to hear.
IN THIS– CROSS-OVER Western arching 120 years, be prepared for a little humor and even satire, sex, romance and obnoxious attitudes. The setting is Clyde, a city of 27,600 servicing a hinterland of small productive farm units on the grassy and water restricted plains and large ranches rising into mountainous slopes. In pioneering days the Jefferson family arrived first followed shortly by the Elliot's. They cross-married but within this generation the two families divided because of 'the incident'. That centers on the very personable Miss Ellis Jefferson (33), illegitimate daughter of an Elliot, Ellis now a highly successful lawyer brings in man, Troy Gardiner, a graduate from her old university who has just returned from working in South Africa, to consolidate her property interests and manage them. Troy seduces his PA within a few hours of meeting her – or was it the other way round? That evening his landlady's daughter arrives to cook his meal and wants to release sexual tension. It all seems too good to last, and it won't.nn*nnOlivia the daughter of Troy Gardiner's landlady raised her arms and wheedled, "Come on Troy – come into my arms and hug and kiss me and then lick me into orgasm."nn"That's adultery and you're a married woman."nn"No, that's only playing around – if you shaft me that's adultery."nn"Words Olivia, you're kidding yourself."nnShe pouted and showed her tuft of red hair which interested Troy. Well, it was up to her if she wanted to obscure the truth; why talk her out of it after failing in the first attempt? He licked his lips and moved into her arms, smelling her arousal.nnShe's a dangerous bitch, he thought, her teeth nipping both lips, tongue and ears and was now unbuttoning his shirt presumably to nip his nipples. Her chest was about as flat as his so she decided to give that area a miss.nn"My pussy, my pussy," she urged. So he muffed dived and her head shot back onto the kitchen cupboards with quite a thump but she seemed oblivious to that. His tongue slipped over a soft haired vulva and into rather a lovely well-juiced pussy and his roving tongue went into deep exploration while one of his fingers circled her clit.
