possible; it had created a whole
new dimension for her. Now she stood in the middle of a whole world
of sex created by Devlin, more, she suspected, at least at first,
for his own gratification than for so-called 'business' reasons. Of
course, in the event it was no doubt extremely beneficial to his
interests, having powerful, influential men not only in his debt
for sexual favours they would find it difficult to obtain
elsewhere, but trusting him enough to let him into their secrets.
No wonder Devlin had all this. She took another large swig of the
champagne.
'Perhaps we
should have a practical demonstration?' She could hear the
excitement in his voice, hoping she would say yes but too timid to
insist.
'I thought
you'd never ask.' Stephanie wanted to make him feel at ease, wanted
him to know she had taken this whole experience in her stride. His
diffidence towards her was unnecessary. She was committed.
Devlin walked
up to cell number eight. Bruno took a key from his belt and at a
sign from his master unlocked the door. Stephanie followed Devlin
into the cell, handing Bruno her empty champagne flute as she did
so.
'You see we
cater for all tastes.' Devlin said.
The woman in
the cell was fat, but in a strange way the fat was not
disproportionate to her body. It was the sort of body that Rodin
painted, large fleshy tits with big nipples and brown areola, a
round plump arse with dimpled cheeks and a round fleshy navel. The
flesh was not lined or sagging. It was firm with a bloom on it like
a fresh peach. Like all the female slaves the woman was completely
naked except for the disc which announced her name as Dolly.
Immediately the cell door opened the woman assumed a kneeling
position, her head bowed forward. In this position her large tits
rested on top of her thighs.
'The rule of
the house is that all slaves must obey without question. You are a
thief, aren't you, Dolly?'
'Yes, master.'
The woman did not raise her head to answer the question.
'She is
remarkably attractive, don't you think? Considering her size.'
That was
exactly what Stephanie thought. In fact she could not take her eyes
off the woman's body. In her mind's eye she could see herself
lapping at those huge tits or burying her head in between her ample
thighs to get at her clitoris. She realised she was squirming
slightly, rubbing her thighs together almost without realising she
was doing it.
'What shall we
do with her?' Devlin was stroking the woman's hair now, very much
as one would stroke a favourite pet. It was cut short and streaked
with blonde highlights. 'What shall we do with you, Dolly?'
'Can I make a
suggestion?' Stephanie said boldly.
'Of
course...'
'I'd like to
see her with Bruno.'
'Oh no.'
Devlin chuckled. 'I'm afraid Bruno had an unfortunate accident some
years ago which, shall we say, left him disinterested in these
proceedings. That's why he's so useful to me down here. We could
always have him whip her, of course.'
'No, master,
please no.' There was real fear in the woman's voice.
'Why don't you
suck me then?' Devlin said.
The woman
looked up for the first time. She had blue-grey eyes and looked
pleased to have avoided a whipping as she unzipped the front of
Devlin's slacks. His penis was flaccid. She disentangled it from
the front of his boxer shorts and slipped it into her mouth.
'Some are more
cooperative than others. Dolly is exceptionally docile. Bruno has
only had to deal with her twice. Hasn't he?' The woman nodded,
trying not to let his cock slip from her mouth in the process. His
cock was still flaccid. Stephanie watched as the woman worked away
on it, sucking, licking, doing everything she knew to try to make
him hard. But none of it worked. Devlin was looking at Stephanie
now, that same look he had used last night. For some reason he was
not prepared to ask her for what he wanted but that did not
diminish his need.
Stephanie
unbuttoned the silk dress and stepped out of it. She pulled the
stockings taut, one after the
new dimension for her. Now she stood in the middle of a whole world
of sex created by Devlin, more, she suspected, at least at first,
for his own gratification than for so-called 'business' reasons. Of
course, in the event it was no doubt extremely beneficial to his
interests, having powerful, influential men not only in his debt
for sexual favours they would find it difficult to obtain
elsewhere, but trusting him enough to let him into their secrets.
No wonder Devlin had all this. She took another large swig of the
champagne.
'Perhaps we
should have a practical demonstration?' She could hear the
excitement in his voice, hoping she would say yes but too timid to
insist.
'I thought
you'd never ask.' Stephanie wanted to make him feel at ease, wanted
him to know she had taken this whole experience in her stride. His
diffidence towards her was unnecessary. She was committed.
Devlin walked
up to cell number eight. Bruno took a key from his belt and at a
sign from his master unlocked the door. Stephanie followed Devlin
into the cell, handing Bruno her empty champagne flute as she did
so.
'You see we
cater for all tastes.' Devlin said.
The woman in
the cell was fat, but in a strange way the fat was not
disproportionate to her body. It was the sort of body that Rodin
painted, large fleshy tits with big nipples and brown areola, a
round plump arse with dimpled cheeks and a round fleshy navel. The
flesh was not lined or sagging. It was firm with a bloom on it like
a fresh peach. Like all the female slaves the woman was completely
naked except for the disc which announced her name as Dolly.
Immediately the cell door opened the woman assumed a kneeling
position, her head bowed forward. In this position her large tits
rested on top of her thighs.
'The rule of
the house is that all slaves must obey without question. You are a
thief, aren't you, Dolly?'
'Yes, master.'
The woman did not raise her head to answer the question.
'She is
remarkably attractive, don't you think? Considering her size.'
That was
exactly what Stephanie thought. In fact she could not take her eyes
off the woman's body. In her mind's eye she could see herself
lapping at those huge tits or burying her head in between her ample
thighs to get at her clitoris. She realised she was squirming
slightly, rubbing her thighs together almost without realising she
was doing it.
'What shall we
do with her?' Devlin was stroking the woman's hair now, very much
as one would stroke a favourite pet. It was cut short and streaked
with blonde highlights. 'What shall we do with you, Dolly?'
'Can I make a
suggestion?' Stephanie said boldly.
'Of
course...'
'I'd like to
see her with Bruno.'
'Oh no.'
Devlin chuckled. 'I'm afraid Bruno had an unfortunate accident some
years ago which, shall we say, left him disinterested in these
proceedings. That's why he's so useful to me down here. We could
always have him whip her, of course.'
'No, master,
please no.' There was real fear in the woman's voice.
'Why don't you
suck me then?' Devlin said.
The woman
looked up for the first time. She had blue-grey eyes and looked
pleased to have avoided a whipping as she unzipped the front of
Devlin's slacks. His penis was flaccid. She disentangled it from
the front of his boxer shorts and slipped it into her mouth.
'Some are more
cooperative than others. Dolly is exceptionally docile. Bruno has
only had to deal with her twice. Hasn't he?' The woman nodded,
trying not to let his cock slip from her mouth in the process. His
cock was still flaccid. Stephanie watched as the woman worked away
on it, sucking, licking, doing everything she knew to try to make
him hard. But none of it worked. Devlin was looking at Stephanie
now, that same look he had used last night. For some reason he was
not prepared to ask her for what he wanted but that did not
diminish his need.
Stephanie
unbuttoned the silk dress and stepped out of it. She pulled the
stockings taut, one after the
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