1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Sixteen: The Orgy of the Concubines


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    former friend. Braiden is in love with Christy and makes passes at her. Corey Derrickson: Kyle's friend and master of Aleah, his concubine. Iris: The daughter of Ishtar and the spiritual guide of Christy on her path of redemption through the Spirit Realm. Saturday, January 25th – South Hill Britney admired her prize's red ass as Phillipa knelt on her bed, her hands tied together then bound to a spreader bar, keeping her ankles as far apart as possible. The black-haired witch's face was pressed against the covers, her ass thrust high into the air. Britney sat the crop down, gazing at the hazel eyes of the woman, brimming with tears and lust. “You came hard, right?” she purred, stroking Phillipa's dripping pussy, her tart musk filling the room. Britney loved that scent and loved her prize. Phillipa nodded her head and moaned through the ball gag. “I just want you to be happy, my love,” Britney purred, her scent intoxicating, and she leaned down and took a long lick up Phillipa's pussy. “Don't you want to be happy and be my mate?” She could see the fear in Phillipa's eyes. She faced an unknown future, but there was definitely love in her almond-shaped eyes. Rakshasas had been taking women and making them their mates for centuries. That was how Britney's mothers came together—Abigail had dominated Franny and now the pair were as happy as could be. Britney stretched out on the bed, resting her face on the covers next to Phillipa, her fingers stroking her prize's cheek above ...
    the ball gag's strap. “I love you so much. Don't you love me? Don't you want to be mine?” A faint nod. Exultation surged through Britney. Almost three straight days of disciplining Phillipa and she had finally surrendered. So fast. The girl must burn to be hers. She reached behind Phillipa's head and unfastened the gag, pulling it slowly out of her mouth. Her slave worked her jaw, licking her dry lips. Britney slid in and have her a nice, wet kiss, letting her agile tongue run around her prize's lips; Phillipa sighed and worked her lips, kissing Britney back. Britney's heart beat faster. “Do you love me?” “I do,” Phillipa whispered. “You've showed me so much about myself. I...I enjoyed how you treated me.” “Then you are going to be mine?” “Yes! I don't understand how it happened, but you seemed to have worked into my heart,” she moaned, then swallowed, the fear returning. “What is it?” “I'm sworn to Hecate. I can't betray the Goddess. She'll send her daughter Erinyes after me.” “Do you trust me?” Phillipa bit her lip. “I...I don't know.” Britney seized her prize's cheeks, gazing into her eyes. “There is a way to protect you from that.” “How?” “If you're my slave.” “Aren't I already your slave, Britney?” “Do you know what Slave Rings are?” Phillipa's almond-shaped eyes widened. “They allow you to control supernatural creatures.” “And Witches,” Britney smiled. “If I Slave Ring you, then you won't be betraying your Goddess because I will have fully dominated you.” “Do it,” she ...
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