[Episode 133975] [Episode 133975]
While the physical strain was intense and unrelenting, the psychological strain was often worse. Stories surrounded Moroboshi, Master of the House. Stories of his insatiable lust, his pitiless use of slaves fed to that lust, and the powerful and dangerous slaves surrounding him. Stories surrounded the auction house that now bore his name. In centuries past it had been the Aasu House, a prison to hold and break the spirit of dangerous enemies to the Empire. Stories said that creatures of horror and madness were still kept in the lower vaults, and that the means to utterly break a slave’s mind and spirit were still available in those deeper dungeons.
The guards and trainers in the semi-public areas were quite willing to use this reputation to their advantage. As slaves anxiously awaited punishments, or hung limply in the punishment frames afterwards, they might have here ears filed with blood curdling tales of how things could be worse for them.
With all of this, it was not uncommon to see a young girl having a crying fit. Makoto was fortunate to be having hers during a break period, when she might be left to the care and comfort of her fellow slaves. Merchandise that broke down in the midst of an exercise was given more tangible and immediate concerns to cry about.
Chisato let the girl cry for a while; stroking her hair and making soothing sounds. She would have gently rocked the distraught slave as well, but trying to coordinate the action with the other two women in the embrace would have been awkward and distracting. Eventually, Makoto moved from the sobbing stage to sniffling, though with tears still flowing from her wide green eyes. When she judged that their toy was ready for the next stage in her plan, Chisato leaned over to Kagari and whispered a few instructions into a delicate ear framed in long lavender hair.
As Kagari wriggled out of the group hug and padded away on bare feet, Chisato smoothed a few locks of brown hair out of the way to kiss Makoto’s forehead. She had to lean the tall girl back a bit to do this, and continued the motion until Makoto lay prone on the floor. Chisato’s lips traced a path across the younger girl’s brow, arcing around a teary emerald eye to claim the tears spilling out onto the cheek. Nana followed her lead and tended to the other side of Makoto’s face.
Makoto, while feeling a little better after her outburst, had trouble summoning enthusiasm for sexplay just then. However, being a slave or a toy meant being called on to perform at any time. She supposed she should be grateful these slaves would take the time they did for cuddling, rather than having their toy punished for such a display. Then Chisato’s purple tresses fell across her eyes as the senior slave claimed Makoto’s lips with her own. The kiss went on and on, as the woman seemed intent on drinking in her toy’s essence. When Makoto felt her lower lip taken gently between Chisato’s pearly teeth and hands caressing her breasts and belly, a smoldering fire ignited in that belly despite her lingering sorrow.
Chisato pulled back, licking her lips as she placed a finger where her lips had been. Looking meaningfully at Nana, she used that finger to trace a line over Makoto’s chin and down her breastbone, stopping just between the teenager’s bellybutton and the curly brown hair below that point. The redhead gave Makoto a short but earnest peck on the lips, and then used slow strokes of her tongue to follow the tingling path made by Chisato’s manicured nail. Makoto, having not received any commands, lay still as all this occurred, but her breathing quickened and grew ragged.
As Nana licked, sucked, and nibbled her way gradually along her assigned course, Chisato cradled Makoto’s head in her lap, using her nails again to trace more burning lines in spirals around her toy’s hardening nipples. Looking down between a pointed set of nubs on her own chest, she asked, “Was this… Sempai of yours from a rich family?”
“N… No, Ma’am.”
“Well then I think he may have been right about not being able to afford you, but I doubt he thought you weren’t worth it. You’re a lovely girl Makoto. Long legs, good curves, big green eyes, and,” Chisato gave the globes under her hands a good squeeze, “some very nice endowments. Beyond that you’re a good slave. Eager to please, never a complaint, I’ve only known you for a few days and already I want to keep you.”
Chisato leaned over the girl’s face, watching the pupils in those liquid green irises dilate as Nana sucked on the skin just above her navel. As fingers closed firmly on the peaks crowning her “nice endowments” Makoto closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as her nipples were pulled and twisted slightly. Kagari, with excellent timing, arrived with a strap-on and an assortment of other roughly cylindrical objects just then. “Alright, everyone on your knees,” the senior slave commanded. Makoto whimpered in protest as Nana, who had just reached the curly brown hair at the end of her path, removed her able and eager mouth from Makoto’s skin.
Makoto was a good slave, as Chisato had said, and that whimper was the only protest she made as she rolled over and rose up on her knees. At Chisato’s direction, Nana and Kagari took positions to the sides and a little bit forward of their toy. The two women stroked and tweaked the eager girl between them, stoking her passion as they took turns tasting her lips. Meanwhile, the leader of their group settled in behind the object of their attention, while adjusting a smooth, artificial phallus and the straps that held it in place. This took longer than it might have, as Makoto’s swaying rump seemed to mesmerize Chisato, distracting her as she fumbled with the straps.
When at last the counterfeit cock was positioned to her satisfaction, Chisato took each of the globes that had so fascinated her in hand; digging in her nails a bit as she spread them slightly. “All this,” she said appreciatively, “and you say you like to cook too?”
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