"That's it," Mitch Sr.'s voice was filled with sick excitement. "Lick out that cream pie."Salt, sweet, bitter musk filled Ella's mouth as she did exactly what she was told, licking Ester's pussy clean of Jerry's cum. It was like her entire body was being taken over by sex, inside and out. Mitch Sr. had left her pussy stuffed full of his cock and now he was grinding his body against hers, making his balls rub over her clit while she ate the older woman out.Ester was moaning, her hands tangled in Ella's hair as she pressed the brunette into her pussy. The reluctance that she'd shown at the beginning of this had been completely wiped away by the demands of the orgy. She was moaning and rubbing her pussy up and down, practically demanding another orgasm.Out of the corner of her eye, Ella could see Ander, trapped between the Prime and Prime Second. For a moment, she almost envied him. Mitch Sr. was so focused on her that she found it incredibly disturbing, especially because he was so v
They stared at the opening in the wall, and Ella backed away, remembering what had happened the last time she'd gone into the tunnels. Memories cascaded through her, like pictures slamming down into place inside of her head. Emilia. Ander. Making love. The tunnel. Jackson. Emilia’s punishment. Fox! His words. He'd told her how to get out. Fly free. “What the fuck,” Ander breathed out the words almost with a sigh. He clutched at his head, and she realized he was feeling the same sensations that she had before, she'd remembered. The pain was almost like a headache, but more like something was about to break through. Like a geyser about to burst, and when it had, she'd remembered everything. She still didn't know how or why, but it had happened. It was a relief to have those old memories surging up and overwhelming everything, including what she and Ander had been through the day before. She could still barely comprehend what had happened with the Lunar Station's Prime and the others.
After being fed and taken outside by the soldiers, Ella and Ander eschewed their usual workout in favor of more whispered conversation. Wondering if they'd been seen opening the passageway. Wondering what had taken so long this morning for someone to come and get them. Jackson was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Emilia. Perhaps his absence had affected their schedule, rather than Ella's rediscovery of the secret passageways. There was no way of knowing. When the soldiers led them out of the garden enclosure, Ander tensed the moment they began to lead him and Ella down a different hallway than usual. It didn't lead to Fox's main room, or back to their usual room, which made him immediately worry that Fox knew they'd found the passageway out. He relaxed only slightly when he recognized the door they'd led them to Fox's private chambers. Thanks to the healing cream, neither he nor Ella were sore from yesterday's orgy, but that didn't mean that he was eagerly awaiting what
It felt like his jaw might break, he was grinding down on his teeth so hard. Fox's hands were torturous. One was pumping his cock with long, slow strokes, Fox's thumb brushing over Ander's sensitive head every time it reached the end of his shaft. The other hand had pulled Ander's balls down in his sack, stretching the loose skin, and he was rolling the tender nuts back and forth in a way that bordered on being breathtakingly painful. The mix of sensations was making Ander lightheaded.And all the while, he was having to watch Ella writhe and arch as Dustin lowered his dark head between her much paler thighs. The contrast was all the more shocking because, for the most part, everyone's skin color tended to fall into the same category of slightly tanned. Drastically different coloring was unusual; on the Lunar Station, Dustin would have been swarmed by women and men who would want to bed someone unique like him. Ander had to admit that there was something erotically charged about it, e
"Bring Toy to the bed," Ciera said, looking over Ander's shoulder at Fox.Ander couldn't help but groan as Fox released his cock; he hadn't been far from cuming, even with Fox's slow strokes. His balls ached, the painful need reaching up his spine and spreading throughout his lower back as his cock bobbed in the air while Fox undid his restraints. On the bed, Dustin was pulling Ella off to the side, tucking her into his body so that her back was pressed against his front, facing where Ciera was sitting and waiting. Ella looked utterly languid, her eyelids half-mast, and she didn't even flinch as Dustin fondled her breast. Between her legs, her pussy was dark pink and swollen looking at his rough fucking, cum starting to make the tops of her thighs shiny as it seeped from her pussy.Taking down Ander's arms, Fox put his hand on the back of Ander's neck, steering him to the bed. Ciera moved to the side as Ander was turned and pushed down, landing on his back. Immediately, she climbed on
The room they were returned to was not their own. It had the same layout as their previous room, but when Ella awoke, wrapped up in Ander's arms, and looked at the walls, there were no sigils. Her body ached, especially her pussy and ass, the lingering sensations alerting her to the lack of healing cream. Maybe that was good though; Fox wasn't trying to make sure that she and Ander were ready for another go around.Being healed quickly usually meant being used quickly again too."Ander," she whispered, stroking his arm to wake him up as she craned her neck around, checking the other walls and confirming her suspicions.He came awake fast, jolting her out of his arms as he sat up, alert and defensive. After a quick sweep of his gaze around the room, once he saw that they were alone, he relaxed. "What? What's wrong?"
"Stay still and look at the painting," Jackson murmured in her ear, leaning down as if making some kind of innocuous comment about the restored Impressionist painting they were currently standing in front of. "Or I'll spank you the entire ride home."Immediately, Emilia focused on the painting. It was beautiful, and she'd always loved old Earth art, so it should have more than enough to hold her attention, but she found herself staring at it without really seeing it. She didn't doubt that Jackson would spank her, the entire ride, which had taken about fifteen minutes and she didn't want that. But at least now she knew what he had brought her there for. To help him blend in.Someone like Jackson would always be noticed. He was too big, too lethal, for people to ignore. But pair him with a sweet-looking young woman like Emilia, and he no longer stood out quite so
“Good, then we can get on with your punishment.”“Wait!” Emilia squealed as she was flipped over his knee, an all too familiar position, and her skirt was drawn up. She'd almost forgotten his threat from the museum.“You earned seven minutes, sweetheart, starting now.”SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!The slaps to her ass weren't particularly hard, but Emilia moaned anyway, knowing that after seven minutes they were going still going to feel like fire. Each measured blow was firmly delivered, marching down one cheek and up the other from the top curve of her ass to her sit spot. The first three repetitions stung, but she didn't start to squirm and whimper until the fourth. By then, her ass was a bright pink color, her skin warmed up and sensitive, and each firm smack felt like a little flame, licking at her bottom.“That's one minute.”Grabbing on