Touch Yourself For Me

They were grooming her.

That was the only sentence Sierra's brain kept on chanting repeat. They were grooming her for their master. Was this the era of slaves being sold to their masters because they were really going all out with the whole preparation thing.

They had bathed her and almost scrubbed her skin dry. They washed her up in scented perfumes and wore her a red lingerie that had lace designs and adjustable shoulder straps with a bow detail and a low V neckline. The garment flowed from a fitted top into a floaty skirt.

The lingerie had a slit that ran from her stomach down to the upper thigh with an opening that revealed her breasts. They took great care of her as though their lives depended on it. Well, he had threatened them earlier on so if they don't do it then he would have their heads. How were they able to survive in this place. She would've run mad if she was stuck here with that masked demon.

"You're ready." They announced when they were done. She snatched her eyes fro