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tonight's little story. Have a girl's hands slide up and
down the cold bars of the cage and she stares
into the darkness beyond, willing Luca to return, the cold
air in the cellar, biting at every inch of her
naked body. What the fuck happened? Shock still clouds her mind,
wondering where her focus and resolve went. Just a few
hours ago, she was set on killing Luca. She just
knew she had to figure away, But now she was
imprisoned in this cage. She couldn't even figure how to
get out, let alone kill him. Footsteps four heavily on
the wooden floor above. In desperation, Abigail bangs loudly at
the bars, shouting to attract attention. She cannot be left
down here alone, trapped. Frustration and anger burns through her
as she bangs the manacle's lef loudly at the bars,
the metallic sound echoing around the darkened room. A relieved
gasp drops from her lips as she hears the door
finally open at the top of the stairs, the footsteps
moving quickly down the stone, the velvet curtains pushed aside hurriedly. Well,
aren't you a noisy little pet, Lucas says, curtly, glaring
at aber girl through the bars, holding her gaze for
a long moment. Her anger wilts under the burning fury
of his green eyes. How dare you disturb me when
I'm expecting company. This is not the day to try
my patience, my pet, he snarls, Just let me out.
No one need know. I won't tell anyone. I know
you can see that. Abigail gasps the sudden urge to
escape her torment, fueling the panic in her voice. He
laughs cruelly in response, Oh no, you're not leaving. You
are today's entertainment. I have a very select crowd coming
to view you. His lips curl into a hideously sensuous
grin as he speaks. Despite her desperation to be free
that voice, that smile burns through to her core, images
flashing in her mind of being bound horizontal in front
of a crowd, of being fucked relentlessly while they watched.
Her pussy aches with need again at the debaucherous images
in her mind, her lust winning the argument raging in
her mind, maybe he would let her go after the show.
She settles back into the corner of the cage, legs
parting through some will of their own, exposing the wet
desire burning in her pussy. Fuck When did she ever
get so turned on by this kink. As his eyes
watch her, her hand rifts between her thighs, massaging her
damp folds, pinching her clip for his enticement. Her back
arches as a growl escapes her lips. Her body tenses
in undeniable pleasure as he watches her, rolling her clip
between finger and thumb, pulling it, forcing the heat to
spiral through to her core, before spanking her most sensitive
spot hard. The cruel smile that herrupts on his lips
fuels her passion further. Her gaze drops from his eyes
to the bulge growing beneath the material of his tailored pants.
Suddenly hungry to feel her pussy fullo again. To fill
her lips stretched to the point of discomfort, she plunges
her fingers deep inside her dripping pussy, pumping furiously as
she pushes hard against the back of the cage. Her
eyes fixed on his throbbing erection, she cries out as
an orgasm explodes for her body. Nodding in approval, he
smiles wryly before calmly saying that's better, my pet. I
think less brat, more kitten will do well today, And
with that, he turns and leaves plunging her back into
the darkness again, alone with her thoughts, the confusion that
seems to follow him, This veil of lust that embraces
her every time he's near lifts as she can think clearly. Again,
she must kill him. It is the only way to
break this spell. Yet her body betrays her every single time,
searching around the cage, feeling slowly with her hands in
the darkness, trying to find a weakness, some ways she
might escape. There is nothing. Maybe he will just release
her once the show is done. Maybe he will play
some mind trick that blanks her mind to everything that
is happening today. It was she kidding. He knew she
wanted to kill him. If he let her go, she
would just come back again. Suddenly, images of her twin
sister invaded her thoughts and tears well in her eyes,
stinging at her cheeks. Every time she looked in the mirror,
she was reminded of her Why hadn't she come to her,
Why hadn't she talked to her about what was happening.
Melissa was always the wild one, the one that went
off and did reckless things, the one that got all
the boys, whereas Abigat waited until her first husband to
have sex. She was shy and sensible, and then one
day Melissa disappeared and just vanished. For a while, Abigail
had even questioned if she had existed at all. Her
memories of her twin sister seemed so vague and confused.
Sometimes she wonders if she was just a dream, a
figment of her imagination. Eventually there was a memorial service,
which Abigail tended on her own. There was no body
to bury, no explanation, no closure, just years of torment,
of searching for answers to questions that all pointed to
this man. He had the answers, and he would tell
her she would make him right before he took his
last breath. She needed to know. It was impossible to
say if she fell asleep in the darkness, or if
her thoughts were just so preoccupied with Melissa that she
became oblivious to everything else around her. Whatever the reason,
she never heard him approach the cage. She never felt
her manacled hands being lifted until it was too late
and she was strapped back onto the chain and being
raised from her slumber, instinctively kicking her legs out, hitting
the side of the cage, bruising her shin painfully. Oh fuck,
she screams as pain burns for her leg. Abigail kicks
out again, trying to stop Luca from strapping her ankles in,
once more determined to resist him and this desire coursing
through her veins. But the more she fights it, the
stronger it gets. The more she resists her passion, the
harder it burns between her thighs. As he finally grabs
her ankle and holds her still while he attaches the
leather strap, she is suddenly ought to aware at the
scent of her own desire. How can she deny herself
when her feminine scent is so strong? Cursing her body,
cursing her lust for this betrayal, Abigail accepts her salaicious
fate as the straps hold her upright, suspended a foot
from the ground. Lucas smiles as his gaze caresses her
naked body. Time for you to learn some manners, my pet,
he says, as he walks behind her. The sound of
him rustling through various objects is surprisingly unnerving for Abigail
and shockingly arousing, as she can hear herself moan As
she hangs suspended the dark, casting a veil around her.
The first spank comes hard across her ass, no warning,
no pulls, just a hard, punishing spank right across her
butt that forces her buttons to tremble for long minutes.
After the delicious sting of pain eventually subsides to a
burning glow across her skin, her cries of agony morph
into groans of pleasure. Her body trembles with aching desire.
We have company today. I can't have them. Thinking I
let you act like this without some repercussions, Lucas says,
Another strike, harder than the first. The next three strikes
come quickly and always at the same spot, sending an
earthquake of pleasure cascading through her body. Without warning. A
loud groan explodes from her lips, her pleasure undeniable as
the warm caresses of her own juices stream down her thighs. Gentlemen,
Melissa has returned to us, Lucas says, my pet is back.
Shock ricochets through Abigail's mind. Wait, he thinks I'm Melissa.
Why doesn't he know Melissa is dead? Suddenly, a thought
floods into her mind that pushes all her other questions
to the side, which fucking gentleman. Opening her eyes in
the darkness, that unmistakable glint of green eyes watch with
a remarkable curiosity. Just on the edge of her hearing,
there is a sound like a hushed laughter, almost mocking her.
Abigail glares harshly at the treacherous green eyes. They set
her up, They lured her in with promises, and now
this so focused on the green eyes, Abigail doesn't notice
a breeze moving around her body, caressing her, stimulating her,
turning her up more than she can ever remember being
aroused before the biting cold of the air, teezing every
inch of her body as if a thousand lovers were
biting and sucking at her skin, her neck, her nipples,
her clid, the sensation swirling in a melee of lustful confusion,
growing faster and faster, more and more intense. Somewhere in
the midst of the desire, she gasps loudly as two
lubricated fingers pushed deep pin to her ass, massaging her,
bringing her body to the very edge before she collapses
to the ground. The ropes released, she lays in a
crumpled heap, her manacle's gone, her senses coming back into focus,
she is suddenly aware of Lucas stood right behind her,
and five maybe six men seated in front of her,
their green eyes watching her intently. For the longest moment,
there is nothing but silence, which Abigail is grateful for
so she can regather her thoughts. Nil Luca commands without thinking.
Abigail kneels before the men, Her mind still dazs from
all the sensations. She is in no state to argue.
So you return to Melissa, then you must be ready,
the central man says, grinning wildly. Ready for what, Abigail wonders,
And why do they keep calling me Melissa? What the
fuck did Melissa get up to when she was with
these people? Let us complete what we started, he says,
staring intently at Abigail. Why she did what she did
next she may never understand. But on her hands and knees,
she suddenly felt an irresistible urge to crawl forward, pushing
the mound's velvet robe to one side, in exploring beneath
until her fingers found his semi hard cock. Pushing herself
up onto all fours, she takes his cock in her mouth,
a groan of satisfaction leaving his lips as she slides
her mouth up and down his shaft, feeling his cock
swelling in her mouth, becoming harder and harder as her
tongue flicks around him. Somehow she just knows this is
what she needs to do, and feeling Luca kneeling behind her,
his fingers pushing into her ass once again, thrusting gently,
her body trembles in beautiful response, the pleasure growing through her.
The man in front of her tensing as she moans
along his cock, feeling his erection swelling to bursting, pulsing
along her tongue. Without warning, Luca pushes his cock past
the muscle of her ass. As a shock and pain
of the verse thrust subsides, and his thrust grow deeper
and deeper into her ass. The pleasure moving through her
body grows. Fuck, when did she like anal so much?
She'd never even thought about it, and the sensation's growing
within her body with the threat of another intense orgasm,
Unknown memories come flooding into her mind. Nights in the club,
putting on the show, Her and Luca, Melissa and Luca,
the depraved acts they committed right there, the bondies, the flogging,
the undescribable pain and pleasure, sucking the man's cock even harder,
feeling her teeth drag along his shaft. She can feel
him tensing, knowing he is on the verge of coming,
feeling Lucas swell inside her, his cock aching to climax
as his fingertips grab at harrass, pulling her back onto him,
her own orgasm growing through her thighs. As more memories,
more images invade her thoughts, this unknown history of her
and lucre and somewhere in the distance of her memory,
she can see her and Luca talking, and hear herself saying,
in the club, and when I'm with you, I'm Melissa.
It is my nom de plume. Her body tenses as
she sees him lean into her and kisses so passionately,
so deeply, her lips sucking along the man's cock, dragging
his orgasm up the entire length of his shaft, before
hot streams of com or erupt into her mouth. Luca
grows loudly as his cock explodes deep into her ass,
her body responding in an intense orgasm spreading up from
her ass up her back, her neck, that warm, swirling
sensation flooding across her whole body. Panting, she lets a
mank's cock drop from her mouth. Is come dripping down
her chin. Luca eases out of her ass, is come
teasing down the back of her thighs. The man looks
directly at Luca and says her pussy is clean. Staring
at him in disbelief, Abergil's mutters, well as clean as
I can be, as I've been, as I've been locked
up in a cage all day. Yes, Lucas says, ignoring
Abigail's words, as if this was the most normal conversation
in the world. Then make her one of us, the
man says sternly, her mind still gazed from the fock
of orgasms, Abigail offers no resistance as Luca flips her
over and pushes her thighs apart forcibly dropping his head
between them, his tongue flicking viciously at her clip. Oh fuck,
Abigail says, as her orgasm returns with a vengeance, his
fingers pushing roughly inside her still throbbing pussy as he
sucks her clit hard, pulling it along the edge of
his teeth, sending shockways of electricity moving through a body.
Abigail pushes her pussy up against his mouth, rocking her
pelvis with the need to intensify the sensations pulsing through
a body. As her climax grows, her core tenses, her
thighs clamp against the sides of his face, holding him
hard against her pussy as a body erupts in beautiful pleasure,
ignoring the thrust of her pussy, the intensity of her
orgasm spiraling as she fills his sharp teeth drag along
her clit. Aber Girl screams in both pleasure and pain
as she feels him bite down on her clit, the
warm blood pulsing into his mouth as he drinks hungrily,
tasting her cumb and her blood. Unable to escape the
grasps of his teeth, Aber Girl surrenders to the sensations
moving through a body, feeling a new wave of pleasure,
something very different, embrace her, something new, taking her cascading
through every nerve her body as she climbaxes again and again,
raptures of unimaginable pleasure grasping at her body before darkness
descends over her mind. When she finally opens her eyes,
her body, still drained from her intense orgasms. Lucres stood
before her is aret cock trembling just in front of
her lips. A sudden urge to taste him overwhelms any
tiredness in her body. As she grasps his shaft with
her hand, her lips pushing over his trembling and moving
up and down his entire length. She can feel the
tip of him pushing at her throat, her fingers grasping
hard on his shaft as he thrusts into her mouth,
his need to come obvious as his cock trembles along
her tongue. Moving her hand lower, she grasps his balls,
massaging them, forcing his cock to throb even harder. As
the first drops pre come tease at her throat. His
thighs tense against her face as he pushes deep into
her mouth as far as he possibly can, feeling him
fill her mouth her throat as the intensity of his
orgasm moves along his cock, and as he explodes deep
in her throat, his heart comes streaming inside her mouth.
She smiles, feeling her in sizes grow as she drags
them back along his cock, lacerating his shaft, his warm
blood mixing with his hot com in a perfect cocktail.
As the last drops of Luca drop down her chin,
Melissa opens her eyes and stares hard at the green
eyes looking back at her. Wiping her hand unthinkingly over
her chin. She looks at the pile of ashes on
the ground in front of her, before looking back at
the shadows. He's on as you wanted, a voice says.
In the darkness. A hush, laughter or maybe a breeze
blows somewhere in the shadows. But I didn't want this,
she says, the battle between Melissa and Abigail raging inside her.
You should have said, the voice says, with the hint
of a smirk. You are ours now. You have destroyed
the mighty Lucre. You have replaced him. And who the
fuck are you? She asked, some sense returning to her mind.
We are in charge. That is all you need to know,
the voice says. But it isn't all I need to know.
Why did you want rid of Lucre? Her voice determined.
He had grown too strong. He thought he was more
than us, and that is unacceptable, the voice court, as
if offended by her questioning, So, if you're so powerful.
Why didn't you just get rid of him? Why did
you need me? She asked, with a distinct feeling that
she might not like the answer. We don't take mortal form.
We needed someone to replace him to do our bidding.
That is you, Melissa, take heed. If you don't do
as we ask, we will find a replacement. The stern
words echo in Melissa's mind. And what is your bidding?
Melissa's voice dripping with suspicion as she asks, what effort
we decide? The voice responds, staring back at the green eyes.
Melissa stands slowly confidently. Well fuck I think, come happier
as my alter ego. Anyway, Melissa seems to have so
much more fun, Melissa says, brushing unseen dust from her body. Yes,
I had better go find myself some clothes before the
club opens tonight. Turning, she walks towards the steps, and
she puts one foot on the bottom steps. She turns,
looking back at the shadows before saying resolutely, and if
you bitches think you can fuck me over, think again. No.
Next week. Oh we've got a new story and they've
got a little surprise for you next week, something different.
But that can wait for next week, for now, and
always with your pleasure in mind. This is devil and wild.
Wishing you solacious dreams is say at Spain and in
the Tate Adaptation Intact in tactics, Eve