Megan’s stomach turned at the thought of what that could mean. The man smirked, recognizing the disgust in her expression, and nudged her to face the mirror. “But first, there’s just more thing…” He rubbed her shoulders for a minute then, maintaining a grip on her right arm, stroked her thick black hair and tucked it behind her ears with the other hand. She stood stone still and kept her composure, as much as she hated this sudden, bizarre gesture of affection. “I thought this’d be a cute piece to go along with your new persona.” He presented her with a hair band, only this was a custom one: pink-and-black cat ears made of felt adorned the top. She cringed and met his gaze in the reflection, as if to ask “Seriously?” “Just try it on.” He said. “You need to keep your hair out of your face, anyway.” He affixed it to her head gently enough, but she couldn’t get over the humiliation of it all. There is a major difference between trying out a fetish accessory to amateur go with a sexy costume on Halloween or use in bedroom roleplay and being dressed up like an inanimate doll, and the latter simply felt violating. She loathed this whole “kitten” business anyway; not only did she have no desire to take on a cat ‘persona’ (as he put it), but the way he kept saying it was so unnerving and possessive. “See? I’d say that reality really goes with the rest of your…outfit.” He paused to caress her hips and playfully rattle the chains on her harness. Master took a moment to admire his newest, picturesque handiwork. The restraints he had picked out hugged her slim figure and complimented that pale, smooth skin very well, and would leave no chaffing. Each piece was plenty tight, but nothing severe enough to dig into the skin or cut off circulation. Though it wasn’t just good looks and tasteful bondage that made her so appealing; it was the way she struggled against it and looked at him with those beautiful green eyes that let him know she was an exceptional find. A more impulsive man would have tossed her over one shoulder, taken her out to the bed and fucked her all morning, especially one as aroused as he was, but he knew better. Guys like Chris and Sully had their own methods, which they were surely using on the girl’s blonde friend, and that works fine if all you want to do is stun your slaves into submission. Master took a more skilled, long term approach, however, one that takes time and requires finesse, not just brutality. To truly break a slave, you must create an incentive to submit and serve other than fear. For Megan, he knew exactly how to begin such a process: he would tease her and deny her orgasms until she craved them more than she did freedom. There would be far more additional training in the months to come, but for the time being it was best to start out simple and have some fun along the way. “Tell me, kitten…” He began teasing her hair, twisting a strand here and there between Brunette fingers. “Was that boyfriend of yours taking good care of you? What was his name again?” indian “Ooffnnin?” She spoke meekly. “Whatever.” Master sneered. “My colleagues and I have just been calling him ‘bitch boy’, and I think that’ll stick. Anyway, Katelyn…you remember her, right?” She shuddered and nodded. That was the one woman in the crew of slavers who broke into the house on teen Friday night, and she was the most outright sadistic of them all. Megan had felt the brunt of this the day before, when the evil bitch hogtied her on a couch then spent the next hour either choking her or testing tasers out on her helpless body. After that was over and Megan lay their gasping for breath and reeling from the multiple shocks, Katelyn unbuttoned her shorts and molested her in front of everybody, even teasing the idea of raping her with a strap-on. It was only when Austin’s roaring protests of “Mmmpphh” got her attention that she decided to forget about the girl and focus all her perverse energy on him. “That’s what I thought. As he didn’t know what it was he moved on. "Kyle is lucky to have a mother like you, Mrs. Ross." He walked up behind her quietly, wrapping his arms around her waist. I sucked on her nipple, nipping it teen with my teeth. “The man showed The Holy Mother the secrets of her body, and The Holy Mother found that they were good.” reality I embellished the part where The Holy Mother shamefully succumbed to the sin of lust. I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. I had a big English breakfast that tasted great. He explained to me that all it took was confidence. I’m going to… I’m cumming!” She felt the tingling begin in her fingers and toes. “OK, big brother. “Major Gregory, what on earth!” matrons stentorian bellow woke me. I was on the bed. For she was inprisoned in the power jewel with a creature called a Gorgus. “We have the whole house to ourselves this weekend!” I said as sexy as possible but I don’t think she noticed. The room, now filled with their mingled scents, seemed to buzz with electricity. He amateur hadn’t closed the door properly and it had drifted open about a foot. It split my pussy lips apart and the mushroom head enter into it. We sat on the couch eating muffins for breakfast and drinking coffee. “Ooh, you eat pussy so well.” I was sitting in a quaint little coffee house when my phone rang and she asked where I was. She felt her pussy convulse, clamping down on her son's penis as he too began moaning wildly. Over indian two-hundred-thousand hungry mouths, thirsty throats and tired feet. He wanted me to have black cock as bad an I wanted black cock. Plus it was a little more Brunette exclusive. “Woah Mitsugi, take it easy! I did call her to see how she was doing and she told me that the next day was murder, she could hardly sit down without a lot of pain but some extra strength Tylenol helped a lot. Have fun with them. “Elsie,” Hazel said in a soft tone, “I know that you had sex with my husband last night.” How nice. “Or, next time, I’ll stick something else in your ass.” I cupped my crotch to show her what I meant. It’s so humiliating lying like stripped, bound and gagged like this that I crave some method of releasing tension, so I yell out in all my muted fury. Now, generally when someone keeps asking you questions like this you just tell them ‘NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS’ then keep it moving but like I told you before… NIGGAS AND PUSSY…lol. And there we were. “And you should look at yourself. "I think it would be good if you are there when all three of the survivors awake." "Well, I have a feeling you'll enjoy this more," she then straddles me, grabs my dick, and lowers herself onto it. "Now, Miss Sally, don't make me start poking you," I held a finger up and playfully jabbed her shoulder. She aimed the blaster, then stopped when she saw my face.