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SiennaThe Great Dining Hall was a sea of skin. Hundreds of naked bodies moved under the glow of floating candles.The smell of roasted meat mixed with the heavy, sweet scent of wine and sex. There were no chairs at the long oak tables. I felt small and exposed as Dan led me toward the front of the room. Every eye was on the new girl.At the head of the room, a man sat on a raised platform, his name written on the table.Dean William.He looked down at me with those same cold, stone-like eyes. Then he raised a hand, and the room went silent.“Tonight,” the Dean’s voice boomed, “our dinner comes with a special presentation. Sienna Delore. Step forward.”My legs felt like jelly. I walked to the center table, the rough wood cold against my bare thighs.“Lie down,” the Dean commanded. “You are the center cut of tonight’s feast.”I climbed onto the table. I lay on my back, my hair spreading out over the dark wood. Immediately, servants began to place things on my skin. Cold, wet grapes wer

Jennifer.The fluorescent lights in the tiny security room, made the silence feel even heavier.I sat on a hard plastic chair, my heart hammering against my ribs. Across from me stood two massive men in dark blue security uniforms.According to the names on their badges, Marcus was the broader one, his shoulders nearly touching both sides of the doorframe. Derrick was taller, leaning against a desk with his arms folded over his chest. Both of them were Black, their dark skin gleaming under the harsh lights, and their eyes were cold. It should be. They just caught something unethical.“Let’s try this one more time,” Marcus rumbled. “What’s your name?”“Jennifer,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Jennifer Vance.”“Well, Jennifer,” Derrick said, pushing off the desk. “We saw you on the cameras in the jewelry and perfume section. You were busy. And now, it’s time for you to empty that hoodie.” He said, pointing a finger at me.“I didn’t take anything,” I lied. I bit my lower lip, trying to

JenniferI was pinned to the edge of the desk, my legs forced wide. Derrick loomed over me like a dark mountain. I looked down at him and felt a physical jolt of terror. He was so big it didn’t seem possible.“Please,” I sobbed, my hands clawing at the cold metal. “It’s too much. I’ll break.”“Thieves don’t get to complain about the fit,” Derrick growled.He didn’t use his hands to guide himself. He just leaned his weight forward, and I felt the blunt, massive head of his cock pressed against my opening. It felt like a hot iron. He pushed, and I felt my skin stretch to a point that felt like tearing.“AHHHH! NO! STOP!” I shrieked, my eyes bulging.He didn’t stop. He drove forward with a slow, heavy force, sinking inches of himself into my tight, raw pussy. I felt every vein, every throb. He was stretching my walls so far that I couldn’t even breathe.“Nnnnggh… h-h-haaa… oh God!” I gasped, my head falling back.“Take it,” he hissed. “Take every bit of it, thief!”I felt tears roll down

The sun was barely up, but I was already wide awake. I spent an hour in front of the mirror, picking out the perfect "welcome" outfit.I chose a silk wrap dress that was a soft, dangerous shade of emerald. It clung to my hips and stopped high on my thighs.I walked down to the kitchen, my soft room slides pressing softly on the floor. The maids were rushing around, the smell of fresh coffee and omelets filling the air."Who is that tray for?" I asked, pointing to a plate of avocado toast and black coffee."It is for Miss Valentina, Madam," the head maid replied. "I was just about to take it up.""I'll do it," I said, a slow smile spreading across my face. "I want to make sure our guest feels at home."The maid looked surprised, but she handed me the silver tray. Because she wouldn’t be able to say anything.I walked toward the west wing of the mansion, where Valentina’s suite was located.Just before I reached her door, I stopped. I reached for the opening of my dress and spread it fu

The house had been quiet for two days. Valentina had been avoiding me, hiding in the shadows of the mansion like she always did.But today, my husband had called everyone to dinner. Arthur was beaming. He sat at the head of the long table."I’m so happy to see you two living in harmony," Arthur said, reaching over to pat my hand. "It warms my heart to have my two favorite women under one roof."I looked across the table at Valentina. She was stabbing her steak, her jaw tight. I leaned back and gave her a slow, wicked, teasing smile."Oh, baby," I purred. "I’m more than ready to bond with Valentina. She's an amazing person. And I promise you, I’ll bond with her in any way she wants. I'll make sure she feels... satisfied. Very satisfied while she’s here."Valentina’s eyes snapped to mine. They were like snowflakes. She didn't say a word, but I saw the way her grip tightened on her knife.---Later that night, the house was silent. Arthur was fast asleep, snoring softly beside me. I slip