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I rose to my feet. “We can still get the amulet, kill that cuckolding bastard, and blondes then you will help me save my Princedom.” “Yes, we still can,” she said, holding her hand before her. She had a strange thing in it, like a beetle, but with ten legs. They flexed, each ending at sharp claws. It made a skittering sound. “W-what is that?” Before I could move, she thrust her arm forward, pressing the beetle into my chest. Ten needles stabbed into my flesh, sliding past my ribs. Such agony exploded through me. I fell backward into my chair, spasming, my fingers clawing at the hard carapace. “Change only comes Bondage through pain, Prince Meinard,” the Paragon said. “Soon, you will be ready to win back your daughter and your princedom. Soon.” She crooned, the hideous sounds a mockery of a mother's lullaby while torturous pain assaulted my body. Reshaped my BDSM flesh. To be continued... Tamara Johnson watched the sun setting on the distant horizon. The Novo Brazilian sky was alive with orange and pink hues, it was beautiful. She studied her reflection in the window of her room. A snub-nosed, freckled face stared back at her, green eyes, curly copper hair, chopped short at her nape. Not bad. She had been trying to get more sleep lately and it appeared to be paying off. She caressed her C-cup breasts, moving her fingers in circles around her perky nipples, so that they poked out from between the fabric of the black fishnet body-stocking that she habitually wore. It wasn't going to be long until the big show and having just recalled her first encounter in the Cave of the Werewolves, she was definitely getting into the mood. Tamara smiled to herself, turning away from the view and back to her room. The mountain-top plane crash that had left her and Alice stranded in a cave had only been a year ago. And yet now, here she was, living back on the plateau of the Monte de Venus, in what was officially referred to as the Facility, (more informally known as the Valk-eyrie in honor of their fearless leader). Tiny lay asleep on Tamara's bed, the young adult werewolf taking the opportunity to rest up in the warmth of the Facility's living quarters. She snuggled up next to him and flicked on a monitor. There was a perimeter fence in place around the base, but the whole area was also wired for sound and pictures, both inside and out. Not that anyone else knew this, outside of herself and Alice. Her boss had charged Tamara with establishing the base and during the build she had merely added some 'optional extras' into the design. Tamara had always felt somewhat of an outsider but she liked to be in the know. Also, given the nature of this place, it seemed wise to be keep an eye on nocturnal activities. After all, tracking the behaviors of the humans living here, was just as much a part of their research program as studying the animals. She hadn't bothered to mention it to the rest of the party, as she wanted to study them naturally, with no play-acting for the cameras. Ah, who was she kidding?! The Aviatrix had grown increasingly fascinated by sex since arriving here and loved to study how the others engaged in it. She still wasn't sure as to interracial why she had Big Tits become such a voyeur. Maybe she enjoyed watching other couplings because she had always found it difficult to engage in committed relationships. A confused lesbian in her teens, she'd switched to celibacy during her university years, possibly missing out on a fair bit of what life had to offer, it was true. Raj: Ohhh, are you upset? It was then that Ryan told me that he wasn’t using his laptops built-in camera but a separate USB camera that he had set so that I could only see him but all his colleagues could see what my webcam was capturing. Mr. Salvador looked up at me from the papers on his desk he was marking, his eyes made bigger from his glasses. And indeed she did. blondes Being a department head has its perks." “You really need that?” Then the email came. “STOP THE GAME!!!” Beelma bellowed in Huttese. Turning to her side she Bondage checked her profile, then with a deep breath she purposefully spread her legs wide and faced the mirror. Tantalizing, but always off-limits, the savory odor of twat never delivered sexual relief, but only brought merciless beatings at the end of a vicious riding crop. Putting his fingers together in a steeple the man spoke softly and gently, his faint Scottish interracial burr detectable, "You go for an interview on Friday, you will get the job Big Tits and I am sure you will enjoy it. Your mother was moving like mud going uphill.” He groaned as my fingers penetrated him. It was not the sex that she was needy about, it was the pleasing BDSM of needy men that drove her. He even tried to mount my leg!” He raised his hips from the bed, as I gently removed his underpants, to reveal a thick mat of black hair surrounding his perfectly-formed and beautiful cock and balls. “Already?” I muttered, my fingers sliding into my hot, shaved pussy. She was forceful.