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I hope one day Gaianesia blasts this place into blonde oblivion. Under the guidance of my entourage I descend a floor, and then a second, and after so much planning and humiliation, at last I reach the appointment with destiny that’s taken so much sacrifice to achieve. The room where I’m taken turns out to be two rooms. big A plain dressing and storage room leads to the bedchamber itself - luxuriously furnished, floored with a thick pile carpet and all silks, dark woods and soft lighting. Luxury or not, it’s still a cross between a bordello and a torture chamber though. The heavy bed that fills most of the room has sets of shackles in its corners – leather straps fixed to heavy-looking chains, and their keys hanging from a hook above the bedhead. After the Mezzanine’s hard alloy floors, the thick carpet in here feels delightful under my bare feet and the cushioned walls, covered with a pale pink satin material, also looking soft. However in the back of my mind I know the comfort is an illusion - all this padding is probably to prevent screams escaping. This place of horrors, this torture chamber, sums up everything I detest about the Slavers, and I clench my cumshot fists at it. The hormones in unpacified men turn them into such sadists that they can consider what happens in rooms like this to be entertainment. Look, there’s even a couple of plush padded chairs been left here, angled for sitters to watch the scene on the bed. My elation at finally being here is suppressed by my escalating fear, for I can see Acheron’s minor divergence from the plan means our problems are beginning to snowball. The girl was supposed be waiting secure and helpless in those restraints, but it’s just me and my escorts. Where is Riyena? This is really bad news. While my Gaianesian markings are covered suitably to fool the men, Riyena will instantly recognize me as an identical copy of Gara, and what’s more she probably knows my sister has a twin. Anxiously I look back into the corridor to blowjob see if the Harken is approaching. What happens if Riyena runs straight back out the door, and raises the alarm before she can be trapped in this room where no-one will hear her calls? If only Riyena was already in position and restraint, as was meant to be, it would be a trivial matter to guarantee her silence. Look, there’s the means to do it. Already waiting on a low table is an elaborate gag, a contraption that looks outdoor like a harness for controlling a farm animal but with a red ball at the mouthpiece. “Gods dammit,” I say frustratedly to the other slaves, “I thought the Harken girl was supposed to be here first.” But the tension I’m feeling robs me of my usual natural authority, and the brunette gives me that same patronizing smile. Easy for her - she doesn’t know what’s at stake. She doesn’t know what I know. Riyena could walk in any moment, run straight for help, and Acheron and I would both be doomed. Idiot of a man! Nervously I rub my hands together and discover my skin is going clammy with fear. I turn again to the door. Perhaps we can all surprise Riyena if she walks in. But that’s also very risky. Gods, I’m in real danger. It’s no good, I have to abort, albeit temporarily. That was the quickest, while still be safe shaving, shower I have taken. By the time I reached the top of the hill, my stamina was exhausted and I simply rolled onto my back on the ground. He had been lying in the dark thinking about the night before and how he had shot his load into her mouth. There were obviously critics too, and we had read some stuff that really hurt, but the music journalists were mostly very positive and we tried to not let any of blonde outdoor the bad ones get to us. I loved the feeling of both of them so enticed on me and cumshot my body. “Why would Theophil think I'd want him to enjoy my women?” I asked, trying not to stare at the black armor. I looked down. Our newly minted submissive, looked up in horror. What do you mean you want me to do something? She paused then giggled they call me once in a blue moon for blow jobs that’s the whole story”. If you do not like such stories or are one of those individuals big that can’t distinguish the difference between fantasy and reality STOP reading now. She pushed her fingers deep blowjob into me as her other hand squeezed my ass cheek, pulling them apart so she could finger my bottom. Suitably showered and dried Carrie led me through the men’s (yes, men’s) changing room and out into the leisure centre’s reception. “No?” Her: Why? My spunk ran out of her, so thick and creamy. Feeling her wet, warm, young mouth on my cock was equaled by the site of her young innocent face taking my cock.