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“She says indian she has cramps, your highness,” the assistant said, “she’s going to the sauna to warm her muscles.” “No,” Father insisted, “tell her we’re sorry, but she still has to finish. Give her water for the cramps.” The assistant bustled off, leaving Father alone with me. “You’re rumored to be quite the hedonist, Lucilla,” Father said, still watching the debauchery below with a studious expression, “tell me, what would you change?” “I… uh…” I started, “I’m not sure what you’re implying.” “You have a reputation of getting drunk, using narcotics, and engaging in rampant sexual activity.” Father said in a very matter-of-fact way, “So, given your penchant for the carnal things in life, I’d like to know what you’d change to get the results I’m looking for.” There wasn’t any judgement in his tone, and there was no way I was going to lie to him about something he obviously deemed trivial. It was apparent that Father would not suffer fools, and I did not want to prove myself as such. I sifted through my mind, recalling Julia’s lessons in the carriage. “You’re trying to trigger an extreme-pleasure response.” I said, and Father nodded. “We hired a succubus to design this,” Father said, “she cumshot insisted that orcs would be best. They are a vigorous lot, and at first, the women seemed to be only in pain, but after a while, they adapted. In post-experimental surveys, the subjects gave the orcs resounding reviews. They look like they’re in states of extreme pleasure, but still, not a single woman has shown herself to be what we’re looking for. We must be doing something wrong.” Father slid a thick ledger over to me. “These are all of the experiments we’ve conducted,” he said, “maybe an untrained eye can spot what we’re missing.” I opened the book, and as I read through it, my jaw dropped lower and lower. These women had been through the gauntlet. Some of the experiments were designed to incorporate both extreme pleasure and extreme stress, and I noted in horror that the most perverse of these was designed by none other than my Brunette dearly-departed half-sister. It seemed that she had tried desperately to get the results Father wanted, but of course, the results never came. I felt a chill run up my spine. How long before he decides I’m useless? Will he kill me, or just send me away? “It looks like your experiments so far have been very… extensive,” I replied, flipping through the pages and taking mental notes on some of the acts for later experimentation of my own, “I’m afraid I don’t have any insight I can provide. I just don’t have anal the experience.” “Well,” Father said, still shuffling through his notes, “then go down there and get the experience.” “What?!” I nearly screamed. “Go down there,” Father smiled as he pulled the ledger from my hands, “and get the experience you feel uniform you need.” The way he smiled was almost paternal, but not quite. It was the kind of smile someone gives you when they’re disguising an order as a request. It was not the kind of smile I could refuse. The look of complete pleasure wrenched and distorted her face as Lissa began the first of many short thrusts while she twisted her arm back and forth. No…they were just hard, flinty orbs. You were amazing, you’re one filthy lady’ She didn't want a man to put it into her, but when Brunette the semen got in her mouth anyway it was an amazing sensation. Since the first day that you arrived, we’ve been videoing you all the time; even at this minute your wonderful performance has being recorded and will be stored on anal the company’s servers. She slowly acclimated to what was inside her. I told them this was my first venture into something like this. Ok I am thinking, maybe that was too loud for our neighbors. The tightness of the bonds also added to her growing terror. He even made me orgasm spanking my pussy.” “It’s simple, Mother-slave, meet Sister-Slave.” I laughed, as did Kayleigh He hesitated. The Principle would contact Kyle and my Grandfather and if permission was cumshot granted, I was to blind copy them both on the email I uniform indian sent. After five more such steps, she leaned forward, examined the fortress of trees Brandon had made to guard our flags, then raised her massive foot. My cheeks burned. I petted her pearl. She is watching Emily today.” Though there was one large stone temple with tall spires in the middle of the town. By the fifth stroke she was practically whimpering, her eyes fixed on Brandon as he watched her get fucked from a couple of metres away. Now with the atmosphere on full tilt, the cards seemed to come out thick and fast and it seemed like no time until Mick stood up to take off his trousers. "If we weren't already outside your house, we wouldn't have gotten there in time. Emma took her last gulp after licking the dripped pee of her lips followed by a cute little burp It wasn’t an urgent fuck but a good one, him taking me in various positions before he finally came inside me. On the way he’d managed to make me cum twice.