1. The Chain: Link 6


    Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    here was Dickie, and she didn’t know the first thing about him – whether he was a person or a thing – and she didn’t have to care; she didn’t have to pretend to care. Tess hadn’t had sexual relations with that many different men, and none of them had been the type of men to hold out their cocks and say, “Suck on it!” As the tongue teased her clit and the finger moved inside her, Tess found herself thinking that maybe it would have been better if they had. Not because she was necessarily the kind of woman who wanted that Neanderthal stuff, but because it would just have made things easier. She didn’t find it easy to take charge herself, so perhaps that was the best way. Yes, that was it. No extraneous feelings, just lust. Her pussy was more than warming to the treatment. She didn’t have to care about the people. She let herself go a little, pushing her lips further down Dickie’s cock. He was nothing to her, except literally a sex doll. The thought amused her. She allowed herself to take yet more of his meat in her mouth. Her pussy was nice and wet now, the finger easing the moisture forth. There was another finger snap. Basher, of course. Still feeding on Dickie’s erection, Tess could see another of the mannequins morph into human shape. He moved swiftly until he was standing three feet in front of Tess, with his back to the drapes. He took hold of his erection and pointed it at her, giving her a stern look. Tess felt steel move against the side of her neck. “Come on, ...
    Obedia,” Basher said. “Let’s go and greet John.” She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to leave the finger and the tongue that were providing her with such delicious sensations. But she was even less keen to let Basher know how much she was enjoying the treatment. Reluctantly she left her seat. “On all fours,” Basher said. “What?” Tess turned. Basher was still holding the chain in his hand. “On all fours,” Basher repeated sternly. “Remember, Obedia, your job is to obey!” Tess didn’t like it. Going down on all fours and crawling towards John made her feel like an object, like property. She just couldn’t bring herself to make a fuss. Feeling deeply ashamed of herself, she moved the short distance to John on hands and knees, Basher holding the chain. John was holding out his cock, and when she reached him, he said, “Suck on it!” Exactly the same as Dicke, except that then there had been some kind of reciprocity, with her pussy already being attended to. She felt powerless. If she refused, Basher would only remind her of the contract. Besides, hadn’t she enjoyed just being told what to do? She let her lips part and slide over the big bulb. Immediately she was rewarded. Fingers were driven into her pussy from behind. Her instinctive moan turned into a half cough. But she was suddenly willing again and gladly slid her lips a good way down the throbbing gristle. Apparently the merest touch of her pussy was enough to make her forget herself. And this was no mere touch, fingers digging into ...
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