Carnival erotica-3

The tent was nearly full for this last performance before the carnival moved on. Nearly two hundred people, a mixture of women and men, sat around the center ring talking and laughing. Kristy noted they were all dressed elegantly and each had paid a handsome fee at the gate. This carnival was obviously only for the well-to-do. Victoria also seemed to know virtually everyone.

The brightly lit center ring held an unusually large bed, nothing more. Puzzled, Kristy began trying to find a familiar face in the crowd.

“Don’t look too closely Kristy,” said Victoria. “Some of these people do not wish to be recognized.”

“Why?” asked the confused girl.

“You will see soon enough.”

The woman Kristy had seen leaving the wagon earlier that day, Janeen, came up to them from behind. She had on a robe, but Kristy sensed there was nothing underneath. She was beautiful, Kristy admitted to herself, but as their eyes met, the animosity was palpable. The other woman, scorn on her face for Kristy, turned to Victoria.

“I must talk with you… alone… please!”

“Can’t this wait?” We are ready to start the show.”

“Please Mistress, it will only take a moment.”

“Very well,” replied Victoria. “Kristy would you excuse us for a few moments?”

Kristy fought back the jealousy and fear that Janeen might once again, somehow, find favor with Victoria. She reluctantly walked several feet away.

“Mistress, please take me back. I’ll do anything. Anything!”

“It isn’t quite that simple.”

“I know. It’s her, isn’t it? said Victoria’s center ring attraction nodding toward Kristy. “I’m better than she is, Mistress. My blood is hotter, sweeter. I…”

“This is useless, Janeen.”

The woman was near tears, begging.

“Please, Mistress. I can’t live without you! I need to feel you feed on me. I need to feel your mouth, your teeth between my legs. It’s only been one day and I am so lonely I feel as if I will die without you!”

“Poor Janeen,” sympathized Victoria, reaching her hand under the robe to fondle the woman’s breast.

A slight squeeze of the nipple and the woman orgasmed.

“You say you will do anything to win my favor again. Then give me the finest performance of your life tonight. Excite these men and women as they have never been excited before. Do that and I shall reevaluate who shall share my bed.”

“Yes Mistress!” said the excited, breathless woman, regaining her composure from the orgasm and joyed with the prospects of winning back her vampire lover.

Victoria rejoined Kristy and showed her to a seat. She left her momentarily to walk to center ring. The murmur died away as she smiled and addressed the audience…

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Carnival Erotica. I am Victoria, your hostess. Tonight, I have in store for you a special treat, a woman who you may think you have seen before, but who tonight will astound you as never before. So enjoy, my friends, enjoy the unique talents of… Janeen!”

There was sporadic applause. Victoria walked over and sat beside Kristy as Janeen, robed, walked barefoot to center ring to the strains of soft sensuous music. She began a slow rhythmic dance and with her first turn, the robe slipped form her, revealing a body of which Kristy was immediately envious. Janeen’s breasts and hips were full, but firm, her legs delectably smooth and curved. Her movements were lithesome as she danced first in one direction, then another, playing with the audience.

So, she’s a stripper, thought Kristy.

Much more than that my dear, answered Victoria in her mind.

As the music built in intensity, Janeen’s movements became more sensual. She cupped her breasts, pursed her lips at the men and women who ogled her. As low drum beats began, her hand slowly found her nest. She masturbated as her dance carried her around the center ring. Many sat forward in their seats as the music lowered so they could hear her labored breathing as her fingers dug deeper and faster.

As she neared release, Janeen’s dance carried her close to the large bed. She was now thrusting in wild abandon and her grunts were loud and in syncopation with her clit receiving its reward as her fingers plunged into her eager nest again and again.

She grunted repeatedly as the orgasm built to release.

She’s faking, thought Kristy disgustedly, looking over to see Victoria’s face reveling in near ecstasy.

Think so? thought Victoria, taking Kristy’s hand. The physical touch seemed to act as a channel to allow what Victoria was feeling from Janeen to pass through to Kristy as well. The touch was electrifying. Kristy immediately felt the surge of sensual release building and her own body began to respond as if she herself were in the center ring. Her nipples stiffened, her own breathing became labored.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” shouted Janeen, her body shaking as if in the throes of convulsion.

Kristy’s body reacted identically, jerking as she fought for control. So intense was her reaction that she embarrassed herself by wetting her pants as well as climaxing.
As Janeen fell back on the bed amid hearty applause, Victoria looked over to Kristy.

Still think she’s faking? came the question in Kristy’s mind.

Burning with shame, tears glistened in Kristy’s eyes. She looked down, unable to meet the gaze of the woman who she was now afraid she might lose.

Look Kristy! The show is just beginning!

Two well endowed men appeared in center ring and while Kristy watched in horrified fascination, Janeen rolled over on her knees and took one in her mouth as the other filled her nest from behind. Her grunts were met with shouts and applause from the spectators while Victoria vicariously felt every nuance of pain and pleasure which the woman at center ring was experiencing and passed them to her other slave who sat in spellbound horror as her own mouth and vagina felt every violation. Three times more, Janeen orgasmed to the delight of the crowd and each time Victoria savored it completely letting it pass through to the hapless girl beside her.

As she felt both men’s penis swell with hot semen, Janeen’s thoughts came clearly to Victoria and because she still held Kristy’s hand, to the young blonde as well.

For You Victoria! This is for you!

The young redhead thrust forward, at once taking the one penis completely in mouth and throat while pulling the other out of her nest and, in one motion, realigning it with her rear. Grabbing the man in front by his buttocks, she pulled him to her, keeping him buried in her throat as she drove herself powerfully upon the phallus behind, taking it completely in her anus.

Even Victoria shuttered slightly with the pain/pleasure as her eyes closed and she smiled. Kristy literally jumped as her own anus felt the burning violation and pain of a forced entry where a man did not belong. Yet, the pain itself, she realized, was exciting her. Seeing this other woman taken in mouth, vagina and anus, feeling her pain, was overwhelmingly erotic and as both men shot their semen into the willing woman in center ring, Kristy, as well as Janeen orgasmed again.

“Ah, your first time to be taken there, my sweet. How very tight! How very satisfying! came Victoria’s thoughts.

Janeen turned and smiled at Victoria as the two men exited and she accepted the thunderous applause of the audience.

She is good Kristy, very good!

Kristy was once again near tears.

Can you be that good, Kristy?

Her own thoughts poured back to Victoria.

I don’t know what you…

You shall have to do as well, my lovely young pet. Perhaps better!

What do you mean?

Ah, let me show you!

Janeen exited, but before the crowd could rise to leave, Victoria grabbed Kristy’s wrist and pulled her to center ring.

“Ladies and gentlemen. I am happy to see you enjoyed yourself this evening. To cap off the evening I wish to make an announcement. When we return to your fair city, I shall be introducing you to this young lady!”

She pulled Kristy around in full view of the audience. The young woman was mortified. To love Victoria, to submit to her vampirism was one thing. To be on display like this in front of strangers quite another.

“Perhaps just a slight preview,” smiled Victoria to the approval of the crowd.

I can’t do this! thought Kristy.

You will if you want me ever again!

I love you, but I cannot do this! screamed Kristy in her mind as she turned to leave. Before she could move another step, however, Victoria was there in her mind, stripping away resistance, willing, commanding her to obey.

Slowly she turned to the expectant crowd. She stepped out of her sandals as button by button her hands betrayed her and soon the blouse fell to the ground. Her skirt dropped around her trim ankles and then to the smiles of the audience, her bra and panties were discarded as well.

Kristy Anders stood naked and alone in front of the leering audience.

Cries of, “More! More!” filled the tent.

Slowly, Kristy’s unwilling but obedient hand reached her nest. She felt the fingers penetrate and begin stimulating her mound of pleasure. She was obeying, but Victoria was troubled that she was having to control the girl almost totally. Kristy spread her legs as Victoria directed in her mind and the words spilled out against her will.

“I’m Kristy. I’m a virgin, but not for long. Come see me lose my virginity in Brasov!”
With that she surrendered to the paroxysm of orgasm, falling to her knees amid gasps of rapture, to the delight of the audience.

With that the center lights dimmed and the audience filed out, abuzz about both young women they had seen this evening.

Janeen reappeared, summoned in her mind by her mistress. Kristy was still on her knees trying to recover from both embarrassment and breathlessness.

Victoria stood over the naked girl.

“My dear Kristy. I will make you perform if I must, but I would much rather you perform willingly. It is so much more natural and erotic and the audience is so appreciative of a woman who loves her work.”

“Mistress, please!” begged the girl, “I’ll do anything else you want of me! I will give myself to you anytime and in any way you desire, but please don’t ask me to do this in front of strangers. I… just can’t!”

Victoria’s arm slid around Janeen’s waist.

“I see. You are putting restrictions on your love for me.”

“No, I…”

“Then it’s simple Kristy. Do what I ask. Do it in front of them but do it for me.”

“I… I’m a virgin, Mistress. You’re asking me to give up that to a complete stranger, just to amuse your customers.”

“I am asking you to give yourself to me without qualification. Since you obviously have some reservations, I think it best that you, not Janeen, travel in the number three wagon.”

“But… but…” Kristy pleaded tearfully.

“Janeen pleased me tonight. She gave of herself — and she also gave something for the first time,” smiled Victoria as her hand caressed the redhead’s buttocks.
Janeen smiled first at her Mistress and then scornfully at the naked young girl, reveling in her triumph.

“You shall continue to live in the number three wagon until such a time as you are ready to make a total commitment to me. If you persist, I will simply make you do it anyway. Do it willingly and you may earn another chance to win my favor.”

Kristy was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks and dripping into the sawdust of the center ring.

“Tonight, Janeen shall share my bed. It will be her body I disrobe, her body I feed upon and her body which shall reap the ecstasy of my desire.”

Kristy looked into the eyes of her Mistress. The pain was sharper, more intense than she had ever felt before. She knew Victoria was all she wanted, her raison d’ etre, but that reason to exist was not only being denied her, it was being given to another.

Her tears ran uncontrollably as she begged.

“Please Mistress, don’t do this to me!”

Victoria reached out, her fingers barely stroking the nipples of the crying young woman. Kristy experienced an intense spontaneous orgasm. Her mouth was still open as Victoria, once again, placed her arm around Janeen and the two turned to leave.

Contemplate, Kristy. That was nothing compared to what you could have been experiencing tonight.”

Victoria pulled up her dress, baring her nest close to the kneeling girl. Kristy was spellbound by the beautiful and erotic glistening nest, its heavy alluring aroma acting as a powerful aphrodisiac. Her lips and tongue reached out.

“This body awaits you Kristy.” said Victoria, backing away a step, “but you shall never touch it, nor shall it touch you again until you can give yourself to me completely.”

“You mean… ?”

“Exactly! You must do anything and everything I desire!”

With that the Mistress took Janeen and kissed her deeply in front of the defeated young woman whose life seemed so complete only hours ago, but which now was crumbling around her. Janeen’s body trembled as she felt the wave of orgasm sweep over her simply from the kiss of this mysterious, erotic woman who held such power.

“Now tell me about it… your first time I mean,” said the older woman as she and Janeen headed for Victoria’s wagon.

“Oh Mistress,” replied her eager servant, “could you feel him rip me open? He was so deep in me! Could you feel the pain? And the pleasure as we orgasmed together? I took him all Mistress! Just for you!”

“Yes, I know,” smiled Victoria.

“And he came so far inside me. I can still feel his hot seed in me…” their voices faded as they walked out of center ring and toward Victoria’s wagon.

The tears rained as Kristy, feeling her world had ended, gathered her clothes and walked dejectedly to the number three wagon.

Never had she spent a more lonely night. Her lover with another, the young girl watched Victoria’s wagon most of the night, alternately crying and trying to catch a glimpse or sound from the woman who, in two short days had enticed her, seduced her and rejected her for another. Once, in utter frustration, her hand had found her nest, but the masturbation was hollow, unsatisfying and she gave up realizing everything she had ever wanted was in that number one wagon. She must win her back, but at what price?

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Kristy was awakened by a knock at the door. Circles under her eyes for lack of sleep, her cheeks still tear stained, she opened the door.

“What… ?”

“I’ve brought your things and come to pick up mine,” said Janeen, “since it looks like this arrangement is going to be permanent.”

The redhead smiled wickedly while Kristy’s eyes fell in dejection.

Janeen threw down two bags containing Kristy’s few belongings and began gathering her own together.

“The Mistress brought me to orgasm eleven times last night. How many orgasms did you have?” she asked with a sneer.

“Why do you hate me so?” asked Kristy, still not able to look up.

“I hate anyone who would try to take Victoria away from me. You’ve felt her touch, her kiss, her teeth, the unbelievable ecstasy she can bring. Even after only one night away from her,” observed Janeen, noting Kristy’s appearance, “it is obvious what effect she has.”

Kristy knew that to be true. Never had she spent a more miserable night. She ached to once again be held, kissed, taken by her Mistress. What was this mysterious power Victoria held which drew women to her?

“But I don’t understand,” she said to the woman with the beautiful green eyes, “why she wants us to do these wicked things.”

“You are a stupid little bitch aren’t you,” sneered Janeen. “Isn’t it obvious? Haven’t you noticed? Didn’t you feel last night when she held your hand while I performed?”

“I don’t…”

“Victoria is a vampire, but she not only takes our blood, she also feeds on the eroticism within us. Her mind absorbs every nuance of sensuality. When our bodies are ravaged, when we orgasm, she channels that energy thorough her. She feeds on our sexual release as much as she does our bodies.”

“No wonder…” mused Kristy.

That I have so much power to control you?

The voice came powerfully in their minds. Both women, startled, looked around for the source, but no one else shared the room with them. The voice came again to them both.

Yes, I feed on your eroticism. It is the source of my power and irresistibility.

“But,” asked Kristy, to the empty air, “why do you wish us to perform in front of others? Why not in the privacy of your bedroom?”

Because I feed on the erotic reactions of the audience as well. I have chosen this carnival because it affords me the opportunity to create the sexual excitement and release I need while it serves to conceal my true nature since carnival people are considered eccentric and few questions are asked about a small band of roving gypsies. It also provides the monetary means I require to live in your materialistic world.

“And you want me… ?”

To provide sexual excitement and release.

Before Kristy’s mind could even form the thought, Victoria’s mind was there to answer.

It does you no good to try to withhold yourself from me. First, there are many others I can feed upon. I don’t need you. And secondly, I can always make you do as I please. Perhaps a small object lesson is in order for both of you. The two of you are aware that you compete for my affection. You are competitors. You are quickly coming to despise each other… yet…

Simultaneously both women’s eyes glazed slightly. Janeen dropped the items in her hands. Kristy moved to the redhead and they embraced. The kiss was long and deep, Janeen’s hands roving to Kristy’s waist where she unsnapped the belt letting the skirt fall to the floor. Sliding to her knees, Janeen worked down the girl’s panties. Kristy spread her legs immediately and grabbed Janeen’s hair, pulling lips and tongue to her suddenly eager nest.

What do you feel Kristy?

“I hate you, you slut!” shouted Kristy at the woman whose tongue was rapidly sliding in and out of her vagina. “You’ve taken Victoria from me!”

And what do you want, Kristy?

“Suck me! Suck me! I want to come in your mouth!”

Janeen helplessly increased the intensity of her tongue over the one spot no woman can resist and she felt Kristy’s vagina first tighten and then release. She drank of Kristy’s orgasm eagerly.

And now…

As Janeen stood, Kristy ripped off the redhead’s blouse and bra, kissing her large erect nipples.

Kristy, what are your feelings?

“You debase yourself, Janeen. You’ve vile, ugly and mean. I would never stoop to your level!”

Oh?

Janeen turned and leaned over the small couch. Kristy quickly worked off the skirt and panties. Janeen leaned over even farther, her anal lips now exposed.

Your feelings, Kristy?

“You’re repugnant, Janeen! Allowing a strange man to take you there, to fill you with semen!”

But Kristy, look what you are going to do, because I want you to!

The older woman’s power was absolute. Without hesitation, Kristy’s lips closed on Janeen’s rear. Her tongue found the dark tight hole and penetrated repeatedly as her fingers found the other woman’s clitoris and began the rhythmic stimulation which would bring Janeen, no Victoria, what she wanted. As she felt the orgasm swelling, her tongue probed even deeper and she sucked strongly as Janeen’s body jerked in ecstasy.

Finally, released from the powerful force, both women fell to the floor exhausted. Power or no power, Kristy was horrified as what she had just done. Janeen smirked as Kristy vomited repeatedly.

I think we have had enough of a lesson for now. Kristy, Janeen has come to accept me totally as her Mistress. You will do well to do the same. I can control you as you have just seen, making you do anything, anything I desire. But, that requires me to expend energy at a time when I wish to absorb it.

The voice in their minds was suddenly cold.

Kristy, In two days we make Brasov. Either you give up your virginity willingly or I shall have it taken from you. If, however, you don’t give it up willingly and enthusiastically, you shall never see the inside of my wagon again. Do you understand?

The girl’s voice was weak, lost, defeated.

“… Yes, Mistress…”

Now come to me Janeen!

The redhead stood over the small blonde who was near tears. She grabbed Kristy by the hair, pulling her head up painfully. Spreading her legs, she slapped Kristy viciously and pulled her face between her legs.

“Eat me you worthless bitch!”

It was no longer Victoria, but hopelessness which drove Kristy to open her mouth and use her tongue to bring the other woman the sexual satisfaction and power over Kristy she sought. After the shudders of orgasm had subsided, Janeen slapped her again, throwing Kristy back to the floor. She then quickly collected her things and as she started out the door, turned momentarily.

“Weak little American! Try to take her away again and I will kill you!”

With that she was gone and the young girl was left to sob in hopelessness and despair.

The remainder of the day was spent in anguish, self recrimination and longing as the horse drawn wagons lumbered along toward their destination. The longing tore at her, ate at her, consumed her as Kristy imagined Victoria and Janeen together, bodies intertwined, then Victoria’s fangs biting deeply into Janeen’s vagina. She saw her adversary cry out in pain and ecstasy time and again. She had never wanted anything, anything in her life, as much as she wanted Victoria’s hands to play over her body, Victoria’s mouth to close on her nipples and Victoria’s fangs to embed themselves in her flesh. Yet how could she do the contemptible things Victoria wanted of her?

Twice she sought escape, once she considered running away and the other time suicide, but just as quickly as the thoughts formed, Kristy felt the power of Victoria sweeping them away, denying her anything save surrender.

She was feverish from desire and racked with indecision. Her desperate night was spent tossing and turning as scenes of passion, lust and debasement played out in her mind.

The next day during lunch when the wagons were stopped for a brief respite, there was a knock on Kristy’s door. She was surprised to find Victoria waiting.
“I believe you have some company,” stated the Mistress.

“Who…”

“Your young man, Eric. He has traveled all this way to “rescue” you,” she smiled.
Eric! Perhaps there was hope after all. If only she could talk with him, convince him to take her back with him.

“I thought you might wish to see him.”

“Yes! Yes, very much!”

“He is in my wagon. I asked Janeen to entertain him until you arrived.”

As they neared the wagon, unmistakable sounds wafted to them from inside. Kristy looked to Victoria, her mouth open in disbelief.

The Mistress smiled and silently pushed open the door a bit. Kristy looked in to see Eric, his nude body positioned behind Janeen who was on all fours, ram his phallus into her waiting anus.

“God, Janeen, it’s even tighter than your pussy!”

“Yes, come in me Eric! Come in my ass!”

Kristy stood spellbound, frozen in immobility at the horrified realization of what her disbelieving eyes were telling her. Both of them were grunting like animals as Eric buried himself in the redhead who thrusted just as wildly backward to take him completely.

“I’m coming Janeen, I’m coming!” shouted the young man as his body lurched against her and shook violently.

“No, he wouldn’t,” whispered Kristy to herself.

“He just did, my dear.”

“But he cared about me. I know he did.”

“Really? Listen.”

Janeen smiled wickedly.

“Still want to see Kristy?” she asked.

“Not when I can have you instead.”

“Is she as good as me?”

“With the body you have, she couldn’t even come close.”

Janeen tittered as she rolled over, took his penis in her mouth until he was throbbing again, then laid back and spread her legs.

“Tell you what,” she smiled, “Kristy or me!”

“No contest,” he smiled, burying himself in her eager nest.

Disgustedly, Kristy turned away, her hopes shattered.

“Men are so predictable, so unreliable, wouldn’t you say so dear? Ah, but there’s nothing like the love of a good woman,” chuckled Victoria.

Kristy could bear no more and ran crying to her wagon.

“Shall I tell him that you won’t be seeing him after all?” Victoria’s mocking voice followed her.

Slamming the door shut, her illusions dashed, hope gone, a whole new round of weeping began.

Each bump of the wagon was torture. Her head felt as if it would split open. Kristy had not eaten in two days. She was weak. There were heavy circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. Her movements were like those of a zombie, mindless, random. Her life had become devoid of meaning. Why was she still breathing, her heart still beating? Her life was purposeless. She had lost the only thing which mattered. How could she go on? What was the point? Did these things she had always valued mean anything compared to the loss of Victoria? Racked with fever, pain and guilt, Kristy suffered through another day of isolation.

As darkness approached, the horses were unhitched and the wagons parked. Kristy lay on the floor in a fetal position, her mind near incomprehensibility.

Kristy!

Her heart was in her throat as recognition fought through the fog that permeated her mind.

Kristy!

“Yes, Mistress?” she said aloud to the inner voice.

Come to the window!

She struggled to her feet and peered out. Victoria’s wagon was directly across from hers and Victoria stood in the open doorway. Slowly, seductively, she untied the sash and the robe she was wearing fell back to reveal her naked body. She was even more beautiful than Kristy remembered, her face lovelier, her breasts fuller, the curvature of her hips more sensuous, her legs longer and more slender, her nest hair blacker and, even from that distance, Kristy could see the pink labial lips she longed to kiss.

This can be yours, Kristy. You need only surrender to me!

The girl was delirious with desire and longing. Her legs tightened and released on a nest that was instantly wet. Her breathing was labored. Everything she had ever wanted was there in front of her eyes and as she watched, the nude figure of Janeen joined Victoria in the doorway. She also was looking to Kristy’s wagon, but instead of a look of seduction, hers was one of total victory. She fondled Victoria’s breast and the older woman’s hand cradled her chin bringing their lips together passionately.

Don’t wait too long Kristy! Janeen’s nest is warm and inviting, Her blood is hot and full of passion!

The two women slowly moved back into the wagon and the door closed.

Suddenly, Kristy realized that no price was too much to pay for this woman’s affection, no act too outrageous or debasing. All that mattered was gaining the favor of and sharing the bed of her Mistress. Nothing else held any importance, only that she be reunited with the woman who now meant everything to her. How could she have been so foolish to have resisted? If Victoria was willing to feed upon her and in so doing bring to her untold heights of passion and ecstasy, then Victoria deserved to have everything Kristy could offer in return.

The joy of complete surrender in her heart, Kristy stumbled out the door of the wagon and ran across the distance separating their wagons, not caring, as some of the work crew stopped to stare, that she wore only string bikini panties, her small firm breasts bouncing with each stride, her nipples stiff in urgent anticipation.

“Mistress! Mistress! Please let me in!” she cried, pounding on the door.

Janeen, still nude, opened the door and Kristy ran past her, not noticing or caring. Victoria was stretched out on the bed, her robe laying open, revealing the body Kristy was now even more sure she could not live without.

“Oh, Mistress,” she blurted out, “I’ve been so foolish. I want nothing more than to be near you! Please, I beg of you, let me be with you and I shall give you anything you want!”

“Anything, Kristy?”

“Anything! My body is yours to do with as you please. I will do anything with anyone in front of whomever you desire. Just please don’t banish me again. I can’t live without you!”

“Very well, Kristy.”

“But, Mistress…” said Janeen, anxiety in her voice.

“Now, now, Janeen. Kristy has surrendered herself to me. Quite a significant step. For that she shall be rewarded.”

Victoria turned to the blonde.

“Kristy, you may sleep at the foot of the bed.”

“But…” cried Kristy.

“When you have proven your commitment to me by forfeiting your virginity in the ring tomorrow night, then we shall reevaluate where you sleep. In the meantime… Janeen.”

“Yes, Mistress?” inquired the other love slave moving to the bed.

“I hunger. The last nest I fed from was Kristy’s. Tonight it shall be yours.”

The sensual delight in the voice and smile was obvious.

“Yes, my Mistress!”

As Janeen lay her naked body in spread eagled sacrifice, Victoria motioned to Kristy who lay across the foot of the bed to watch. As Victoria brought her willing victim to arousal with kisses and fondling, Kristy found her own nipples hardening, her own heart racing, her own breathing becoming labored as well.

Even though she had come to detest Janeen, Kristy sympathized with the woman’s urgent need to be taken. The redhead squirmed as Victoria’s lips made their way to her navel and then below. Kristy felt her own excitement build as Victoria looked up at her, her fangs bared, ready to claim her prize. Kristy’s hand went to her own nest, but she paused in uncertainty. Victoria’s voice was clear and firm in her mind.

Yes, Kristy, yes!

So as Victoria sank her teeth into Janeen’s receptive nest, as Janeen moaned loudly with the pain, as Victoria began the sucking and stimulation which would give her victim, and herself, the ultimate pleasure, Kristy Andes masturbated herself to orgasm.

Again! came the voice and Kristy’s fingers found delight a second time as Janeen screamed in sexual release.

Again! the voice commanded them both and in unison both young bodies convulsed in orgasm.

Again! Again! Again! the voice resounded in their minds as, into the night, their bodies spasmed repeatedly and uncontrollably.

Victoria, at last satiated, lay back, a contented smile on her face. Janeen’s body snuggled closely, her head on her Mistress’ shoulder as her eyes closed in exhaustion. Kristy started to reach up and kiss Victoria’s ankle, then realized she would have to earn that privilege tomorrow night.

As Kristy drifted off to sleep, she smiled. Her commitment to Victoria was total. She knew now she would do anything her Mistress might ask… anything!