Inquisitormaster Fan Art Novels & Stories

Louis led Elder Xenos and his family into the gallery's inner area. Inside, there was an open space with tables set up. The so-called O'Brien Master was stationed there. Surrounding him were many guests who were clearly interested in his work. "This is Master O'Brien!" Louis approached O'Brien and began the introductions. "Master O'Brien, this is the renowned realist artist Mr. Xenos. He has come today to meet you." As they got closer, Caitlin could see the artist clearly. He was a man in his early thirties with long hair and a full beard, giving off an impression of the free-spirited, rebellious artist type.

Even though her body was bonded tightly in ropes Anita still felt a sense of freedom that she had never felt before in her 33 years of life. Anita lay spread on the bed as her master nibbled on one of her breasts while playing with the bell clamp on the other. Slick was pouring from Anita soaking the bed sheet beneath her and running between her derriere which aroused Andrew at the sight, so he decided to get an up and close view and taste the slick oozing from her pussy. He first slid his lips from her breast then to her gaping mouth, running his tongue in between Anita's parted lips, a ravenous hunger gripped his being as he gripped her buxom hips in between his strong large hands, he want

Then I turned towards the devil who was eyeing me, shamelessly. “Yes, Mister Remus James McQueen! Tell me what you want?!” I spit out with hatred and his lips stretched out in a devious smirk.

chapter 40 Austin POV. I felt like crap, I wasn't myself. It was like l was going to faint any moment from now. Walked over to where Lorenzo sat, typing repeatedly on the laptop in front of him. "any update yet" I asked him for the hundredth time since he came. "The picture has been proven to be fake, whoever did it was an expert. They knew you would probably check to see if it was Photoshop and made sure you won't be able to notice this." Lorenzo says, empathizing on each words. " This took

He said chuckling. "With me." He completed smiling at her creepily. She didn't say anything further. She decided to just ignore him and let him do whatever he wants. He looks like some gangster with messy hair and chains wrapped around his neck. Tattoos peeking out of his neck and hands. It crept her out. How can her master bring her to such a dangerous and creepy party? "Come on you don't have to lie. I know you're alone. I don't mind giving you a company for a night or maybe more." He whispered again taking a step closer to her.

Master applies the healing cream to the cuts and bruises that are still taking too long to heal and then takes me to bed, holding me tight until I relax and drift off to sleep. We do this for the next few evenings. I wake up shivering in the Master's arms, reliving in my dreams not only the Master's attack but Morgan's and Norman's as well. It, however, doesn’t take the Master long to remove the memory of them and replace it with pleasure, which is getting more intense and harder to deny each time he touches me.

Instead I sit in the dark running the math on when I can go back. A portrait of the two of them together means working closely with both of them sittings, sketches, the kind of proximity that doesn’t end after one afternoon. I tell myself that’s the problem. I tell myself I should call Anastasia back and suggest a different artist, someone who won’t sit in his car in the dark thinking about a stranger’s eyes. I don’t make that call. Instead I finish the wine, rinse the glass, and lie awake a long time doing the thing I have no business doing: looking forward to seeing Damien Voss again.

Then he noticed Lisa was pierced too. "My, my, my," Master said. "What have we here?" He got up to inspect us more closely, circling each one of us. "Some of our new slavery items, sir," Rhonda said as he touched her gold nipple post, making her nipple swell. "Lisa and I have pierced labia as well, Master." This caused him to kneel down and inspect our cunts more closely. I could see him lean in and it looked as though he intended to lick Lisa's pussy.

"Do you like the paintings?" Lacey nodded as she turned to face him. "Yes, very much. This is quite a collection." He nodded, his obvious pride evident. "The Master did them." Her head snapped up. "Master?" He nodded, smiling. "Yes, The Master. Alpha Julien Grey." She didn't say anything, dumbfounded beyond words. Who knew he had the capacity for such creativity? At that moment, she realized how complex Julien was. There was a lot that she didn't know about him.

"I hope it's okay with everyone." "What is it?" Master asked. "I've wanted to watch Regina lick cunt for a long time. Those little two minute bits done under the table didn't really satisfy my craving. I want her to spend fifteen minutes making a slave girl cum. I want to see how many times a slave can cum under her tongue." "Which slave?" Master asked. "We've several of them here."