She woke up feeling ill, her mouth was dry, her head pounding in pain and her muscles felt as though she had run a marathon. She had no idea where she was, the room was dark and for some reason, she felt very cool. Thinking back, she remembered getting ready to go to bed, then her cat meowing to come back in. Usually, Carlton meowed to come in when she arrived home from work so to be fed, but he didn’t that evening, he was missing until bedtime. She had gone to the door and called him twice, but he had not returned. As she was brushing her teeth, she heard him meowing at the front door, so she went to let him in. When she opened the door, she noticed him halfway down the driveway and had walked out to collect him and bring him in. it was raining so it made no sense for him to be willingly in the water. When she got closer, he hissed angrily, before she could comprehend why he was doing that, she felt a jolt, when she tried to breath, she fell asleep. With a yelp, she remembered the jolt more, it was an arm, around her waist, the thing that stopped her breathing was a cloth, then the drowsiness happened. ‘Oh God.’ She whimpered as she realised the gravity of her situation.
‘Open door three!’ She froze in terror as a male voice made a command in close proximity and suddenly, a portion of the room filled with light, the portion she was in, she winced at the strong glare that blinded her. ‘Look who’s awake.’ He sneered as he walked forward.
‘Please,’ she shook in terror. ‘I’ll be good, just don’t hurt me.’
The man’s steps faltered at her bargain, never having come across a woman to make such a request before, thinking it was a ploy, he moved cautiously. ‘Okay, this is new.’ he chuckled. ‘Tell you what Kitten, if you show me you are a good girl, you will be rewarded. But for now, you need to be tied up and kept in control, we can’t have you playing any games.’
She wanted to argue, she wanted to fight, but considering he stated she would be rewarded for good behaviour and she did not want to be hurt, which she suspected she very much could be if she did not behave, she just whimpered and nodded. He came over and tied a leather belt of some sort around her neck before tying her hands together with another leather strapping.
‘You try to bolt, I pull on this…’ he tugged the rope attached to the strap around her neck, it tightened slightly immediately, telling her everything she needed to know. ‘Get it, Kitten?’
The man paused again. ‘You’re something else.’ He pulled her to her feet. ‘Come on.’
He walked her out of the room, her eyes finally used to the light again, so when they entered the hall, her eyes did not sting as they had before. Her head still ached, but terrified of adding to her woes, she did as instructed and followed. Outside the door, she was shocked to see another man with a taser in his hand. ‘No issue?’ He had a foreign accent that she could not place.
‘You won’t believe it, she said she will be a good girl if we don’t hurt her.’ The first one chuckled.
‘That’s different.’ The second commented. ‘Maybe she is just smart.’
‘Do as you are told, Kitten, and you will be treated in kind, misbehave, and be treated in kind.’ The second recommended. Terrified, she said nothing, she simply nodded and remained close to the front one to prevent her throat being pulled.
They walked down the corridor, passed more rooms, she counted as far as twenty-six before she was brought into a room with a medical examination table. She hyperventilated at the ideas that entered her mind as a result of seeing it, not knowing what the men could have planned for her. Her step faltered for a moment. ‘Kitten…’ the man holding what was effectively a leash warned. ‘You want to be a good girl.’
She moved forward again, the table seemed clean and padded, the room did not stink of bleach or blood, so the horror movie idea started to slowly ebb away. He stopped in front of it and gave it a pat, knowing that was her cue to sit up, she did, he did not restrain her further, instead, he untied her hands.
‘Now, lay back, I will hold onto this, if you behave, you will be allowed a ten-minute hot bath, alright?’
‘Yes, sir.’ she whimpered.
‘Sir? Well now, that is a good Kitten.’
‘Why…why do you keep calling me kitten?’
‘Because it is your new name.’ She jumped at the sound of another voice in the room, looking around, she felt a warning tug on her throat. ‘She is perfect. Hello, Kitten.’
The new man came into view, it was then she recognised him, he was a client of the company she worked for, a man of considerable wealth and power. She had rarely seen him for the first two years of her employment, but over the last six months, he frequented the office often. He asked for her boss when he arrived, many a time, as they awaited her superior’s arrival, he would converse with her, commending her for her intelligence and well-rounded knowledge. ‘Mr…’
‘Shh, now-now, Kitten, be a good girl. You know who I am.’ he sneered at that. ‘I waited so long for you.’ he stroked her hair, she shook in fear but did not move. ‘I waited too long, you really should not be so scattered in your schedule, it leads to more complex planning, but no matter, you are very much on a more scheduled life now.’ She swallowed. ‘Now, let’s see what we are dealing with here. Samantha.’ A woman entered the room, her face was glacial, she seemed utterly uninterested in everything around her. ‘Samantha is going to look over you now, we don’t want you being ill, have you any allergies, illnesses or ailments?’ terrified at what was happening, she shook her head. ‘Good.’
The woman set about checking her like she imagined a veterinarian checked a dog. She poked and prodded, not acting as though her “patient” was a living creature. When she came to the checking of her private areas, she blushed, her breasts were quickly exposed and hardened in the cold.
‘Look at those puppies.’ The first man she had encountered physically licked his lips as he stared at her breasts.
‘Your work clothes did little to show off those delectable assets. They could feed a small village on them.’ the businessman agreed. When the woman checked her nether regions, she squeaked. ‘Now, now my little kitten, we need to check everything.’
‘Everything is fine.’ The woman stated, taking her fingers out and taking off the surgical gloves on them.
‘Thank you, Samantha.’ The man grinned. Samantha said and did nothing more, she simply exited the room. ‘Now, Kitten. I suppose you are wondering what your little rules are. It is simple really; you behave, you get nicer things, you misbehave, and I will have you beaten, ass fucked without preparation and not fed, are we clear?’ she nodded frantically. ‘I heard you tell Matthew that you will be a good girl, that’s what I like to hear, some girls do not understand that it is so much easier if you just behave.’
‘She did not fight, boss, she was good the whole time, I told her if she behaved, she could get a warm ten-minute bath.’
‘Then run it.’ The boss ordered. ‘But you will have to stay with her, just in case.’
‘Thank you, Sir.’
The men stared at her in bewilderment, her demeanour and actions not in keeping with usual reaction to the situation. The boss looked sideways at his subordinates, ‘When she is done, feed her.’
‘First day usual?’
‘No, compliance treat, remember, when a pet is good, we reward them, Kitten here is complying, for that, she deserves to be treated as such.’ he held her by her chin. ‘Good girl.’
The bath was required to get the cold chill out of her bones, after that she felt human again, the food was adequate, nothing spectacular, vegetables cooked well and a portion of shepherd’s pie. She was never a big fan, but it was wholesome and she was hungry. She assessed her surroundings and acknowledged she needed to behave longer, she had no idea what the future would bring. Though the men abducted her, they seemed somewhat honest, ironically enough, with their mantra of rewarding her good behaviour.
By the second day, she realised just how honest they were. She realised quickly that she was not the only woman there under such circumstances. When she heard one squeal and shriek, she soon heard her screaming agony as she seemed to be whipped. Then there was a loud splashing noise, the shriek that followed made her terrified to know what it was that was splashed on her.
By the third day, she learned the routine, her pot was emptied first thing, so she kept it ready by the door and sat against the back wall of her room. She slept in a little box with an uncomfortable, lumpy mattress in it, her clothes were the ones she had been in the night she had been taken. She would be given a breakfast, the three days of her capture, something else was added, so now it had toast and even warm egg as well as cereal. ‘Good Kitten.’ the two men who she had met, as well as three more always acknowledged her good behaviour. Lunch too grew in size, a simple dry ham sandwich was now a full salad and even fruit juice as well as water, dinner was always the same quality, though the food varied and portion size increased.
It continued like that until the end of the week until she was assessed again by the boss. ‘You have been the greatest little pet, haven’t you Kitten?’
‘Good girl, you will be rewarded for that.’ He smiled. ‘Another warm bath, this time, fifteen minutes, alone.’
‘Thank you, Sir.’ She bounced slightly in joy at such a reward.
The boss chuckled, taking her chin in his hand again. ‘I think I will have you for myself someday, but not yet.’
She frowned, completely unsure as to what he meant before he walked off again. ‘Come on, Kitten.’ The foreign man pulled her to the bathing room once more. There, the bath was already. As soon as the foreign man, she now knew to be Sergei, left the room, she sank into the water and sighed contently. When her time was up, Sergei returned and held out a tower for her, looking at her with bewilderment. He walked her back to her room, where inside, there was a comfortable bed in it. Frowning, she looked at him. ‘You earned another reward.’ was all he said, leaving her and closing the door again. Elated, she enjoyed the perks of her good behaviour.
‘She did not test the door.’ A woman commented.
‘No.’ The boss confirmed.
‘Her blood work is back, she’s ready. What is her demeanour?’
‘I want her for the special case, THE one.’
‘I thought she was to be the V clients.’
‘No, they demand appearance specifics, her features are too contrasting. There is little chance of the white blonde hair with her brown. The other is not bothered, they want personality likeness.’ she took a file and read it. ‘How did you get her IQ scores?’
‘She was part of a school program that had it.’
‘She’s perfect. I have at least another three that will want her as soon as her stats come out. She’ll be busy for the next ten years,’ She checked her age. ‘Minimum.’
‘Twenty-three is old enough for a starter.’
‘Yes, but for the right one, you keep them on.’ she handed him the file. ‘Get it done.’
The man took the file and nodded. ‘Right away, she is in full swing on Wednesday, I will have her ready for it then, how many attempts?’
‘It is a very valuable product, twice only, I only have four samples.’
‘Fine, one attempt, if it doesn’t take, you can take the rap.’
The boss inhaled deeply. ‘Matthews, get Sergei, get her ready.’
‘But it’s only Sunday.’
‘I want her ready.’
‘But if you make her sore…I thought that caused issues before…’
‘Fifteen minutes, high setting, we will work her up.’
She sat bored as she thought of how to request anything to stave the boredom from the men, perhaps if she remained well behaved. To her shock, the door opened and Matthews came in. ‘Come on, Kitten.’ The alteration in the routine scared her, but worried about negating her good will, she walked over, her hands held out to tie them. ‘No need, Kitten, come on.’ with him in front of her, Sergei behind, they brought her to the medical exam room again, only this time there was a bed instead, she looked worriedly at them, the men indicated for her to get onto the bed, she did, and was scared to see there were handcuffs being tied to her arms and legs. ‘It’s alright, Kitten, you’re not in trouble.’ Matthews promised. ‘For being such a good girl, you get a new reward.’
Still uncertain, she did what she was told to do. The handcuffs were tight but softly lined. She watched as a bar was then tied between her legs and a strap tied around each thigh. ‘Please.’ she pleaded, not understanding what they were doing.
‘Be good Kitten, this won’t harm you, quite the opposite really.’ a moment later, a man she had seen, but had little dealings with came into view, an electronic device in hand and walked over to the bed and attached it to the rods keeping her legs apart. Terrified, she was breathing fast but did nothing. When he lifted up the hem if the nightdress she had been given, since her own nightwear was taken from her earlier, she squeaked for a moment as it was pressed against her pussy. ‘Now, the boss wants you to feel good, and this will help.’ He pulled out a remote and pressed a button on it, the machine immediately coming to life and vibrating strongly, causing her to yelp and try and squirm away from it. ‘There’s no running from it Kitten, just relax, it’s only fifteen minutes, you can handle that, right?’ her answer was to convulse and gasp as her first orgasm consumed her. ‘Fuck, you are delicious.’he stroked her head as she forced herself to remain quiet. ‘I bet you sound better than that.’
Though he was supposed to leave, Matthews remained for the entirety of her time there, watching as each time she orgasmed, her resolve broke more and more until finally, she allowed herself, through sheer lack of cognitive thought, to moan and whine her way through her orgasms. When he watch beeped to indicate the time was up, Matthews was had come twice simply looking at her. Sergei entered the room again to help bring her back to hers, he looked over at the other man and scoffed. ‘Really?’
‘You listen to the Bitch for four days, after that, this is pure heaven.’ Matthews growled, watching as Sergei went over to her. Slowly, he followed, taking out the remote from his pocket as he did. He waited until her body finished convulsing after another orgasm before turning it off. She did not even acknowledge them, she simply shook as her eyes, which were glazed over, looked around almost blindly, a small puddle of saliva on the pillow from her excursions.
They untied her slowly and took the wand away from her, both laughing at the small pool that was underneath her from her release. ‘You liked that, Kitten.’ Sergei grinned, rubbing her hair before lifting her skirt to see her pink pussy, drenched in juice. ‘Definitely.’ He scooped her into his arms. ‘Get the door.’ Matthews went and did that. ‘You clean up your mess, I’ll clean hers.’ Matthews growled in return as Sergei brought her back to her room, where he had everything ready to clean her. ‘You better get used to it Kitten, it’s how you are going to know life now.’ he had barely begun to clean her when she dozed off.
Her pussy felt odd, for three days, she was forced through fifteen-minute sessions of the wand and now, the fourth, her body almost felt like it wanted it. She had no idea why they were doing it to her, they did nothing to her as the machine worked on her, Matthews, she had realised, simply played with himself when she was being forced to orgasm, but no one touched her, no one forced any other form of sexual act on her while the machine tortured her with pleasure. When the door opened again, she felt a jolt of sensation through her, resonating between her legs. She scolded herself, it was not natural to want such things, but her body seemed to expect it. Rising to her feet, she followed, not even needing to be tied up. She went to the room and sat on the bed, waiting for her limbs to be tied, saying nothing. She heard a girl the day before, she screamed and bellowed in agony when they corrected her, she did not want a similar fate.
Again, the straps were tied, the bars placed where they needed to be and finally, the wand placed to her pussy again. She braced herself for it, but like the other days, no matter how she fought, she could not help it, once the vibrations started, her body reacted, loving the initial sensation, but by the third orgasm, things started to get hazy once more. ‘Today, twenty minutes,’ The boss entered the room with Samantha in tow, she immediately began readying a small plastic syringe into a long thick rubber dildo, a plunger at the end. By the time twenty minutes were up, she had drenched the bed by squirting twice and her other orgasms. When they removed the wand, he walked over and grinned at her plumped lips and drenched core.
Samantha walked over and parted her lips before pressing in the dildo, looking to a screen to the side. ‘Cervix is open and ready.’ she informed the boss. ‘She is ovulating.’
‘Good, get it in, do not waste a drop, that sample took two years to get.’ the boss ordered. The woman nodded and pushed the plunger, the camera at the tip of the dildo showing as its contents were pushed into the open cervix and into her womb. ‘Tilt her up boys.’Sergei and Matthews did as ordered and lifted the lower half of the bed so that she was held at an angle. ‘Fourteen days from now, we’ll be starting to get our tests ready.’ he grinned, rubbing her stomach. ‘She’ll be a good one, you can tell the good ones. Put her back and get her comfortable when she wakes.’
‘Sure thing boss.’
When she woke, she felt exhausted, every limb ached. She thought she had gotten used to it, but still, her body tired from the actions it was put through. Her pussy felt odd, not like it had done the three previous times, it felt like it had been stretched. ‘What’s your name?’ Matthews asked.
‘Sar…AH!, Kitten, it’s Kitten.’ she corrected as she felt him slap her painful pussy.
‘Good girl, so very, very good.’ he grinned. ‘Come on.’ He untied her and pulled her into his arms. ‘You’re tired after today, aren’t you?’ She did not answer, she simply curled in against him and dozed off. ‘She’s a fucking cuddler.’ Matthews growled when they arrived at her room. ‘Get her off me.’
‘I think she is a little sub,’ Sergei grinned as he helped pull her off his colleague, ‘She would sell well for that if she’s not good at breeding.’ he eyed her carefully, ‘But the boss chose well, hips, tits, and demeanor make for a good breeding bitch.’
‘Have you seen the plans for her, she’s booked out for a few years.’ Matthews commented. ‘That belly is going to be well marked when they’re done.’ he eyed her flat stomach, knowing well what was planned for it. ‘Come on, I am fucking starving.’ The men left.
For the next two weeks, she sat on the bed, wondering why the “reward” had been removed, she was unsure, but not overly hurt by it, it had been replaced with more food and even a few puzzles and crosswords, as per her request when asked after three weeks of good behaviour what treat she would like. She had no idea how long she had been held captive, but as her breasts began to ache and her stomach felt the telltale signs of her menstrual cycle, she calculated it had been about a month. She had been due to start her pills the day after she had been taken after her week off for her cycle, she had been worried about not being on it, but to her relief, she was not harmed in that manner.
When she was sitting on the bed, she watched as her pot was taken out again that morning and sat watching as the new food was brought to her. ‘Good news, the boss wants to see you.’ Sergei informed her. ‘He’ll be here in a minute.’ he took the pot and left. She ate the food in silence, wondering why Sergei insisted that was a good thing, when the boss arrived, she looked at the terrifying grin on his face.
‘Looks like everything is going exactly as planned, is there anything you want to know?’
‘Well, that is simple, you are perfect, you need to be used as such.’
‘Perfect for what?’
‘You’ll see, with time.’
‘I want to go home, please.’
‘I can’t let that happen.’
‘But I…’ she began to whimper.
‘Kitten, you have been so good so far, you have a choice right now, choose to be bold, and suffer the greatest pounding you have ever experienced, and I do not mean that as a whipping, I have had three men beg me to fill that ass of yours already today.’ She swallowed in terror. ‘Or be good and get a lovely news treat, what do you want?’
‘The treat please, Sir.’ She wiped her eyes and steadied her breathing.
‘Good Kitten, now there are rules with this, okay?’ she nodded. ‘You are not allowed clean up after it, you can only inform the boys when it needs doing, alright?’
She frowned at the odd comment, ‘Yes Sir.’
‘Good girl.’ he walked over to the door and opened it, a moment later, Sergei entered with an animal box. ‘This is your little friend, correct?’
‘Carlton!’ she shrieked with joy and rushed over. ‘Hey, Pretty Boy.’ The cat meowed anxiously. She undid the cage and he rushed into her arms. She ignored the men and brought the cat over to the bed, talking to him as she did. The men settled the cat’s few toys they clearly had taken from her home and a litter box and food bowls and left her alone.
‘It’s a fucking cat.’ Matthews scoffed.
‘I don’t care if it is a German Shepherd so long as she is calm, it is early days, we have another two months before she will start to be getting into safer territory, we need her to get past the first trimester safely.’ The boss growled. ‘The offers have started already, three million is currently the highest bid, more are promising to triple it when she gets halfway.’
‘Who the fuck is it to say they are paying that sort of money?’ Matthews asked.
‘Some English actor, there’s about three of them that are all pretty much the same thing, posh and British looking, I don’t remember which one, but all I care about is that when this is over, she will have us rolling in it. We have limited supply of him, all of them are going to be held until we see what she gives.’ he turned to leave, ‘let me know when she suspects or is ill.’
Her period never came, for two weeks, she felt as though it was about to, but it never did, she put it down to the stress of her situation. The men gave her her food every day and with Carlton with her, she wanted for little, her rewards continued too, she had convinced them to give her a cup of tea with breakfast and lunch, it tasted different to her own, but she did not argue, since she was glad to have any. Carlton settled quickly, though he seemed less than pleased with the living quarters.
By the time she was sure her period was due again, there was more tenderness in her breasts, and bloating in her stomach, but cramping. She was scared as to why her body was doing it, but said nothing aloud. When the nausea started, it began in the evenings, so she did not equate it to her situation, but when it came in waves and did not relent after the second week, she did not need to be told, her tender yet slightly swollen breasts and stomach told her everything she needed to know. She wept in terror, she never wanted children, she was not maternal, she was only twenty-three, she wanted to have her life before even looking at a man. She froze, she had no idea what man even impregnated her, was it one of the men, the boss, someone they brought in. It took a while to think over when it happened, but she remembered those four days, or more importantly, how after the fourth or fifth orgasm, she remembered nothing. She was sobbing when Sergei came in with her dinner, he said nothing, he left the plate and left.
‘She’s got it figured.’ He informed Matthews.
‘I’ll call the boss.’
When the boss arrived in, she was still upset in a corner. ‘You didn’t eat your dinner.’ he tutted.
‘I told you, you are perfect.’
‘But I don’t want to be a mother.’
‘You won’t be, as soon as it arrives, it will be given to someone who wants it.’ he explained calmly. ‘Now, you are not allowed skip meals, no matter how sick you feel, you need your strength. Usually, you would be punished, but you are such a good girl, I am going to put this down to the shock of finding out and that you forgot, didn’t you?’
‘I never even noticed it, Sir.’ she replied honestly.
‘Well, that is fair enough.’ he grinned. ‘I will get you a new one, and you will eat it.’
‘Simple, we knew your cycle and waited until the right time, then we had a sample inserted and waited for it to take.’
‘So no one…’
‘No man has penetrated you, no.’
She seemed relieved by that much before she frowned. ‘How did you know…?’ she asked, scared of the answer.
‘Your routine was scattered, your cycle was not.’ The man grinned, ‘Even second week of the month, without fail, right?’ she looked at him in horror. ‘And for the last few months, what you thought was your pill, were actually potent fertility drugs.’ she stared in terror, ‘Don’t you get it, Kitten, you were wasted at that life, you are made for this one, you are everything you need to be, young, healthy…’
‘What…what happens when I’m not…?’
‘You be someone’s personal Kitten, we’ll make sure you get a good home.’ She balked at the idea. ‘Now, now, don’t be like that, you are such a good girl, you will get only the best. And believe me, they take care of you.’ He smiled, turning again. ‘You are very special, you have the best crop.’
She waited for him to leave before she gasped in shock and revulsion at what he had told her. Sergei came a few minutes later with fresh food. ‘Eat, trust me, it is safer to.’ he advised before leaving again.
Carlton went over to the food and started to sniff it. She walked over and looked at it, not the least bit hungry, but she knew she needed to, she knew the consequences. When Sergei returned a while later, it was mostly gone, helped by Carlton stealing the meat she was not overly interested in. She said nothing as he took it, but when vomit began to rise in her throat, she rushed to the bucket and hurled until she could hardly breathe, before spiting and looking around to see him gone. She felt fine, but her stomach was tender. She crawled back into bed, watching when he returned soon after with toast and a glass of some sort of liquid.
Three months, her illness lasted, and in that three months, it was unpleasant most days, but she learned the worst times to eat and avoided food then. Her stomach continued to grow, along with her breasts changing. Her areolas turned a brownish hue and increased in size as well as her breasts. The men brought her better-fitted clothing, three dresses, something she was grateful for.
When the morning sickness subsided and she felt human again, she found herself cursing the pregnancy, even more, she craved savory snacks, something she assumed she would not be given, since every meal she had seemed to be nutritionally balanced, but the other thing she yearned for annoyed her more. She was horny, day and night, all she wanted was release. It was something she had never experienced before, sure she had felt urges, but this was constant. When she was alone, when she was sure it was evening, she slipped her hand under the covers and tried to relieve herself, but all she felt was more frustrated, her external stimulation was not what she needed, she needed to be fucked, hard.
The next day, after three unsatisfying orgasms the night before, she was brought out for her twenty-week scan and check. The baby was growing well, Samantha informed the Boss, it was a good size, everything was satisfactory, but she could not give the gender, it was not willing to reveal itself. She then checked her thoroughly, her pelvis was taking the additional pressure well, her skin, due to being rewarded body oil that would prevent stretch marks, had stretched with the child so far, and her breasts were very much adapting to their new natural role. As the woman squeezed them, she squirmed, the sensation causing her to become aroused, such was her condition. The boss noted this and slipped his hand between her legs, immediately, she unwillingly leaned into his touch, him noting the wetness against his fingers.
‘Leave.’ he ordered. The other men present and the woman left immediately, not questioning him. ‘You just won’t stop, will you?’ he grinned. ‘Every time you act as though you are perfect for this, you become even more so.’ He continued to rub her cunt as he spoke, her breaths becoming faster, her hips pushing up in hopes of rubbing against him. ‘You are an incredible girl, my greatest find.’ he took his hand away and she whined. ‘Don’t be impatient, I will look after you.’ he undid his pants and stood between her legs, pulling out his cock and stroking it, allowing her to see it. ‘Is this what you want?’
‘Please.’ She hated herself for it, but she wanted it more than anything, he had barely entered her before she gasped and came around him. ‘Fuck.’ He was older than she usually found attractive, she usually liked men a few years older than her, but he was clearly far older, in his late thirties to mid forties, men who looked after themselves, she found, were harder to age sometimes, but his cock was long and veiny, just as she liked, it hit everything she wanted.
He slapped her clit, ‘Language.’ he growled, but his words were more of a hiss as her body clenched around him, he looked at her now rounding stomach and placed his hands on her hips before beginning to move, watching his drenched cock slide in and out of her as he fucked her. ‘Better Kitten?’
‘Yes, Sir, please, please Sir.’ She begged.
‘Harder, faster, please Sir, I need more.’
The boss did as she wanted, pounding into her soaked pussy, the crude slapping of him bottoming out in her and her moans causing the room to echo their lude sounds. Her heavy breasts bounced, as he focused on her stomach. She came again and he followed soon after, the feel of her pussy clenching around him too much for him. He panted as he pulled out. ‘Kitten, you really are perfect.’ he looked at her, her face filled with a peculiar look. ‘Not satisfied yet, Kitten?’
‘Please Sir.’ she begged.
‘Very well.’ He pulled up his pants and walked over to the door. ‘Boys.’ He called Sergei and Matthews in. The two men looked immediately to her, ‘Ten minutes of the wand.’ he ordered as he left.
The two men looked at each other before walking over and doing what they were told. ‘He fucked her,’ Matthews growled, looking at the white globs of fluid leaking from her pussy. ‘If they find out…’
‘Look, we do our job and we say nothing.’ Sergei brought over the wand, a pair of gloves on his hands and pressed it to her clit, turning it on.
‘Yes!’ she pressed against it immediately.
‘Fuck, she is a right little slut.’ Matthews had his jaw clenched. ‘I have to leave, I cannot…’ he walked out of the room, leaving Sergei rolling his eyes as he checked his watch.
‘Too empty.’ She moaned after two more orgasms.
Sergei’s eyebrows rose, but he brought the hand not holding the wand and pressed it into her, the Boss’s come and her own release giving him the lubrication to do so and finger fucked her as she screamed in pleasure. By the time the ten minutes were up, the floor was drenched and she was a babbling mess, but clearly satisfied, so he gently brought her back to her room and put her in the bed, careful of her condition as he did so.