I have wanted to get my hands on them for a long fucking time. You are going to do everything we say and take everything we dish out and you will fuck...ing like it,” said Master Lionel. “Perhaps all those things that you have seen in those photos will happen - floggings, clamps, weights. When you finish here today your big tits will be red and the nipples stretched. Your ass will be red, and your cunt will be stretched. That is why you came here today isn’t it?” asked Mistress Maria, her mouth. Now everyone, apart from the usual exceptions, was staring wide-eyed at Athea. Pondering the last part of her statement, Roban's smug smile faded and he was looking rather thoughtful once more."What are you talking about?" Asked the croaking voice of the Emperor, "Iane can't choose her master, her sister promised her to me and she can't abjure her mistress' will." You're not very smart, are you? My brother figured it out even before I did. For some reasons he felt very motivated to use his. His cum was spread all through her cleavage, clinging to her skin all the way down. It seemed like an unusually high volume and she wondered how many days of pent up frustration that represented. She took a cloth and some dilute ethanol solution they usually used to clean grease off their hands and gave herself a thorough wiping down until the stickiness and musky odour was gone before pulling her singlet back down over herself. Taking a deep breath to calm herself she grabbed her tablet,. The black leather and chains that he wore did nothing to diminish that. His head was shaved, but he wore a long beard. There were several tattoos visible. From his right shoulder to his elbow, were the letters K-I-L-L-E-R, drawn to look as if they were carved in his arm and dripping with blood which ran down to a dagger tattoo on his forearm. On his left arm, running from his shoulder, circling the arm to his fingers was a snake coiled and ready to strike. A dragon that disappeared around.