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Six months before she would have recoiled at such a command. Now she stepped forward, a slow devilish grin spreading over her features. "I understand your feelings, dear. When we first come here, most of us are, shall we say, reluctant? It won't last. That bit of chemical stimulent you received before shipment will help. I hope you find Liam irrisistible. As for me, I am insatiable!" With that, she began twisting the helpless woman's nipples, bringing a gasp from her lips. The she bent over and lowered her face between the pinioned thighs as Liam, now fully aroused, stood behind her.

The bound woman's moans became louder as her pussy was expertly devoured. Face glistening with the captives juices, she stepped away saying "She's all yours." Liam plunged eagerly into the wetness, while the woman straddled the captives face. "Lick me until I cum you bitch," she commanded.
 
The bound woman's moans became louder as her pussy was expertly devoured. Face glistening with the captives juices, she stepped away saying "She's all yours." Liam plunged eagerly into the wetness, while the woman straddled the captives face. "Lick me until I cum you bitch," she commanded.

For hours she and Liam used and tormented the captive until finally the Masters stood and throwing the keys to Liam commanded, "Now release her and bring her here!"

Liam helped hold the captive down, bent over the plush, velvet chair back as both of their directors fucked and sodomized her unmercifully.

When at last the new possession had fallen into a stupor, the Masters turned to their pets. "You have learned well, our pets. Now you may enjoy each other. Go, up onto the table. Use her well, Liam."
 
She climbed on the table spreading her thighs in invitation to Liam, licking her lips as she watch his manhood throb with passion. He stood between her legs looking down at her most private of places, manhood in hand, and rubbed the tip in the moist dew that now leaked out of her body in anticipation.
 
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She climbed on the table spreading her thighs in invitation to Liam, licking her lips as she watch his manhood throb with passion. He stood between her legs looking down at her most private of places, manhood in hand, and rubbed the tip in the moist dew that now leaked out of her body in anticipation.

It didn't matter that she'd never set eyes on him more than an hour or so before. It mattered only that he was male, that he desired her and that he could give her the pleasure she had become so accustomed to. "Fuck me, Liam," she growled, "fuck me 'til I scream!"
 
It didn't matter that she'd never set eyes on him more than an hour or so before. It mattered only that he was male, that he desired her and that he could give her the pleasure she had become so accustomed to. "Fuck me, Liam," she growled, "fuck me 'til I scream!"

Melinda felt someone shake her shoulder. Irritated, she flipped open the visor of the VR helmet and saw her husband standing in front of her. "What is it, Bruno?" she snapped.

"I wanted to tell you I'm off to the club. It's poker night and I feel lucky."

"Go then," she muttered, the mood shattered. They shared a peck kiss and he was gone.

Melinda shuffled through the Virtual Reality discs until she found one she wanted. It never failed to get her off. She placed it the helmet's slot and settled back on the lounge.

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The young girl struggled in the grip of the hulking, smelly guard. She was a Lady of the Kingdom. She would not succumb to a mere barbarian chieftan...



Time for a new picture Molly.
 
Melinda felt someone shake her shoulder. Irritated, she flipped open the visor of the VR helmet and saw her husband standing in front of her. "What is it, Bruno?" she snapped.

"I wanted to tell you I'm off to the club. It's poker night and I feel lucky."

"Go then," she muttered, the mood shattered. They shared a peck kiss and he was gone.

Melinda shuffled through the Virtual Reality discs until she found one she wanted. It never failed to get her off. She placed it the helmet's slot and settled back on the lounge.

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The young girl struggled in the grip of the hulking, smelly guard. She was a Lady of the Kingdom. She would not succumb to a mere barbarian chieftan...



Time for a new picture Molly.

Ah, Tom, and I had such a great ending planned, too.
 
Once again, Melinda shook off the fog of sleep. Oh no! Just when she thought that the past year had been a hallucination, she remembered the Master's final words, "Naturally we cannot just drop you off at home after a year's absense. There would be embarrassing questions. And besides, you really don't want to go back to Bruno. He will be much too tame for you now. You will be given a complete new identity, $250,000 as your payment for 'services rendered'", he chuckled, "and you now have the skills to shoot to the heights of the 'escort' business." From her hotel room she could see the billowing sails of the opera house.
 
If you want I can provide a pic. But it should really be VM or TE who post one.
 
I pm'd him. If he doesn't come thru in a little bit, I'll come up with something.
 
Standing in the middle of the room, Josh wondered why he had let her go. She was is life, his soul, his reason for being and he had let her go.
 
Standing in the middle of the room, Josh wondered why he had let her go. She was is life, his soul, his reason for being and he had let her go.

Now it was too late to save her. He stared at her body with her empty eyes glaring at him accusingly, wondering how this could happen and why someone would kill her.
 
Her long blonde now streaked with the coppery scent of blood, and her perfume. Tears welled in his eyes, as he began to trace his steps from the night before.
 
Just the beginning. Someone had to take her life. Is he going to be accused? Will he have to run for his life, become a fugitive? Will he have to clear his name? Why is she dead? What did she do?

Ah...hold on a minute...nope, I got nothin'
 
Her long blonde now streaked with the coppery scent of blood, and her perfume. Tears welled in his eyes, as he began to trace his steps from the night before.

Poor Zeb.

He'd gone out, reluctantly, with insistent friends, but he only wanted to be alone and to work on the project that had consumed him for months. He'd left early, choosing to walk back to the lab instead of taking a cab. Why couldn't he remember anything after that?
 
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This setting isn't exotic enough to get my juices running . . . at least not yet. Maybe I can think of something later. Right now, I really, really need a haircut.
 

With an old tarp, he covered her nude body where it lay on the cold cement of the floor. Kissing her lips for the last time before covering her face, he took a moment to remember how warm her kisses once were. She had been full of passion, once upon a time.
 
He recalled how they met years ago, long before their secret experiments. He'd been her student and she'd taken an interest in him, first for his brilliance, and later for the way he made her feel. Their age difference hadn't mattered, though it enraged her jealous ex-husband, the Chairman of the department. Tears splashed on the tarp as he tried to think. He should call the police, but was afraid to until he remembered.

This thread is tough on women!
 
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He recalled how they met years ago, long before their secret experiments. He'd been her student and she'd taken an interest in him, first for his brilliance, and later for the way he made her feel. Their age difference hadn't mattered, though it enraged her jealous ex-husband, the Chairman of the department. Tears splashed on the tarp as he tried to think. He should call the police, but was afraid to until he remembered.

This thread is tough on women!

His experimentation with various chemical compounds to reverse the effects of Alzheimer's Disease had enabled him to secure several lucrative grants, much to the annoyance of his fellow scientist/professors. Academic jealousy knew no bounds when it came to obtaining research funding. His desire for secrecy meant he performed controlled experiments on himself. Had he distorted his mind? Was he a murderer?
 
His experimentation with various chemical compounds to reverse the effects of Alzheimer's Disease had enabled him to secure several lucrative grants, much to the annoyance of his fellow scientist/professors. Academic jealousy knew no bounds when it came to obtaining research funding. His desire for secrecy meant he performed controlled experiments on himself. Had he distorted his mind? Was he a murderer?

"Shit!" he thought, "I'm fucking up. I need to get out of here!" He hesitated, then grabbed the tarp off of his beloved, folded it and looked around in increasing urgency. Josh stuffed the tarp in his bookbag. Thinking fast, it would be natural for his fingerprints to be in his lab. He'd be a suspect, but he didn't think, he hoped, no one had seen him enter so late at night. The lights were always on so that wasn't a problem. His heart ached as he took a last look at the woman he loved then turned away. Josh opened the door, glanced left, then right to make sure no one was around then quietly made his way home. He had to think.
 
"Shit!" he thought, "I'm fucking up. I need to get out of here!" He hesitated, then grabbed the tarp off of his beloved, folded it and looked around in increasing urgency. Josh stuffed the tarp in his bookbag. Thinking fast, it would be natural for his fingerprints to be in his lab. He'd be a suspect, but he didn't think, he hoped, no one had seen him enter so late at night. The lights were always on so that wasn't a problem. His heart ached as he took a last look at the woman he loved then turned away. Josh opened the door, glanced left, then right to make sure no one was around then quietly made his way home. He had to think.

Safe for the moment is his apartment, he prepared a microwave pizza and uncapped a beer. Munching on a slice, he began scrolling through his reports on each experiment. No compound so far had induced memory loss rather several of them sharpened his ability to retain information. Swigging his beer he recalled the nights they had spent at their favorite pub, singing and laughing, staying up until dawn. A pounding on his door made him jump. "Police! Open up! We know you're in there!"
 
This guy can just calmly eat a pizza after waking to find the tortured corpse of his ex-lover? I don't think I like him much.
 
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