But as a slaver she was intrigued by the idea of producing a superior type of slave girl. She reasoned that if a woman had the automatic sexual respon...siveness of the typical male, carried over from her male experience, her capacity for multiple orgasms in female form would make her the equivalent of a driven sexual addict. And a sexual addict would be the most valued and sought after pleasure slave on Zhor. Another things Vanora insisted on was that her "serum girls" would be "natural slaves.". Her hair was damp down her shoulders floating around her like hundreds of tiny needles. I felt a compulsion to touch them, to feel them flow off my hands. I was literally speechless for minutes gulping down the dark haired beauty standing before me twitching with the water. She seemed equally dumbstruck. For the first time I felt what every man feels when they saw a steaming hot gal, lust. Maybe t was always there and I didn’t noticed it before or maybe not. My sudden attraction towards her. . LET ME OUT! SOMEONE LET ME OUT! I... I’M BEING R-****D... OOOOOHHHHH... HHHEEEELLLLLPPPPPP!”Leaving Simone pounding on the door - locked by Melissa when she left - Quentin went into the converted dressing room. There, he pulled before one of the wall mirrors a heavy wooden pillory. It was a low pillory with the wrist and neck holes about two feet from the ground, so that anyone put into it would have to kneel or crouch. Next, a short way from the pillory, Quentin placed a wooden block which. I make my way down your neck leaving a trail of kisses in my wake. Your skin smells and tastes of a warm spring day. I reach your collar bone and lean back, all the while holding your eyes on mine. I gently lift your shirt over your head, revealing beautiful, full breasts peaked by wonderfully hard, and dusky nipples. Unable to resist I bend, cupping the right one in my palm. I cover the sweet morsel with my mouth, swirling my tongue over it, relishing the soft moan that escapes you. You arch.