Episode IX
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She lay sprawled on the bed, her arms spread wide over her head, her calves hanging over the side, feet dangling.
Her head spun in a thick grey fog as she panted, her tits tingling as they rose and fell.
She regained her contact with her throbbing body and touched her mound, fingers twining through the wet and matted hair.
A smile flickered across her face and, after several passes, finally settled onto her mouth and around her eyes.
Her strength had returned and she lifted herself to sit on the edge of the bed. She cocked her head to the left and let it hang.
Still smiling, she cupped her left breast in her right hand and sat, her left hand still between her legs.
She glanced down, then gazed at her tit. She held it as if to display it.
She watched the nipple harden under the caress of her eyes, and the gentle pressure of her forefinger on the underside of the areola.
Giving her cunt-mound a quiet squeeze, she rose and crossed to the door on her way to eat.
As she stepped into the hall, she heard movement, footsteps and talking. She turned to look and was delighted to see the Nordic Hardbody from the dark room.
She was led by a tall man, wearing a long white lab coat. Beneath it, black leather pants and cruel boots strode purposefully down the hall.
Two other men walked beside her.
The one on her right cupped her heavy, full breast in his right hand. As it swayed with her long, easy stride, it rubbed against that fleshy cradle.
The other man pinched the dark nipple of her left tit between his thumb and middle finger and pulled it hard, distorting her near-perfect globe into a fat cone, pulled cruelly out from her powerful chest.
She was naked, her wrists cuffed behind her head to a heavy padded leather restraint collar. Her sharply bent arms were held up and back by a rod which passed behind her neck, over her shoulders and in front of her elbows.
Her hair, which was braided in two long strands, one passing on each side of her neck, was pulled under the rod. The ends of her braids were bound to a thin riata with a Carrick Bend. The man in white used this riata as a leash, pulling the tall blonde along the hall at a quick pace.
As they passed Doralea, she had to fall back into her doorway to allow the rod, as long as the hall was wide, to pass. As they passed, Doralea looked up and was seared by the Hardbody's eyes, a deep, piercing grey, deep ice over fire.
Once they were past, Doralea could see that the two men beside the blonde also handled her ass. The one on the right merely cupped her cheek with his hands, the fingers curled into the furrow between the firm, soft flesh mounds.
As she walked, the workings of her powerful glutes rippled the tender skin between them over the balls of his fingertips.
The other clawed into her buffed, tan cheek as if he were going to wad it into a ball and tear it off.
Doralea watched as they paused at the entrance to the black room. The tall man in the lead pushed it open, then led his small troop into the darkness.
Doralea edged to the door and heard, she assumed, the tall man, barking orders:
"Yes, like that"
"Come away now."
"No leave her."
She was startled by a hard, ringing slap, bone on bone.
"She is not for you! Never touch her like that. Now, get out. Move it, move it. Out."
Doralea pressed her back into the wall as the men swept past her and rapidly disappeared down the hall.
Doralea waited, then drifted slowly and quietly into the dark room.
The blonde stood in the blue light which spilled in from the hall. Her legs were wide-spread, the staff still holding her elbows up and back. Her long thick braids draped over each shoulder and framed her up-drawn tits, the riata in a coiled heap between her feet.
Two chains, each with a heavy, quick release swivel clip, hung from the darkness above to touch the floor. One nearly touched her back and the other hung a meter or so in front of her.
The grey eyes caught Doralea like barbed spears and drew her in, fascinated.
The Nordic goddess smiled and Doralea's heart jumped, her face flushing hotly. She took several floating steps toward her. Her tongue moistened her lips, suddenly gone dry.
Doralea raised her hands to timidly touch the perfect nipples, their almond darkness centered in the pale triangles.
Suddenly, Doralea heard footsteps in the hall and leapt into the shadows, hoping to hide, not sure why she felt the need.
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Two figures completely covered in black hooded body suits entered, black gauze masking their faces, their gender completely hidden.
One carried a large grey sports bag; the other a tan, rep-covered bolster the size of a large dog.
As they entered, they closed the door, shutting out the light and casting the room into total darkness.
Doralea heard a click and three bright, tight spotlights hit the blonde with hot, white light which made the surrounding darkness all the more complete. The two stepped up to the blonde and set the bag and bolster on the floor.
They untied the riata and her braids fell, to hang loose, separated by her tits.
They were untied at the end and unraveled a little, the ends like corn-tassel.
The two figures in black looked at the tall blonde for a moment. She stood under their gaze, impassive.
The taller one reached out a delicate hand to lightly finger the side of her tanned breast. The narrow forefinger traced the outward swell, moving up to the outer horn of her pectoral, then around and down the furrow where her outstanding globe rolled under to rest on her ribcage.
The smaller one watched as the outstretched hand continued down, outlining the abs and circling the navel, which sunk deep and sported a thrusting central boss.
The taller black-clad figure stepped around the blonde to run fingers lightly over the muscles of her back. The one in front stepped up and nuzzled the black-masked face between the marvelous tits.
The one behind her, reached around and, cupping both of those globes, lifted them, offering them to the other, who vigorously began licking, kissing, sucking, biting.
The tanned and tender flesh was soon wet with saliva, red with spreading welts from sucking and marked pale white by the clamping teeth.
Doralea, hidden in the shadows, palmed her own breasts, her breath shallow.
She rolled and pinched her nipples, throwing her head back. Her hair caressed her back as she rolled her lust glazed eyes back to the scene in the light.
The two in black knelt and leaned in to kiss and lick her belly and waist through the gauze masks. The one in the front reached up to press upward on the underside of her tits, lifting and stretching them. The other, behind her, held her wrists crossed stretched out behind to force a forward lean.
This one swept the masked face from side to side, working in between the taut ass-cheeks. The jaw worked as the mouth reached its puckered goal.
In front, the smaller one growled deep and throaty while attacking the plump, blonde-covered mound through the thin black cloth.
Doralea reached down to touch her own mound. She parted the curled hair and traced the moist, puffy slit with her middle finger.
The smaller figure rose and removed the staff which held the blonde's elbows out and pitched it away, clattering across the floor. Then the black-clad body walked out of the light, melting into the shadows on the other side of the room.
The larger one pulled a bundle from the bag, and rolled out about two and a half meters of thin, black fabric. Each end of the cloth had a pair of close set cuffs sewn into it; the free end hit the floor with a loud thud. The blonde's wrists were uncuffed from her collar and clasped into the set of cuffs set into the end of the fabric. This was then clipped to the chain hanging behind her.
The collar was unbuckled from around her throat and dropped heavily at her feet.
In the darkness above, an electric motor whirred and the chain was tightened, pulling her arms high over her head, until her heels were lifted slightly off the ground.
The figure in black had removed the gloves and ran pale hands up her tan arms, back down, over the stretched tits, and down to her waist.
The hands, stark contrast to the black costume and to her rich tan, reached around to smooth over her belly. They gripped her firmly and pulled her back, pressing her tight, bare ass into the black-clothed groin.
Pale fingers gripped her hips hard, lifted her off her feet.
The gyrating groin ground against her ass.
Her feet were then lowered back to the floor.
Kneeling behind her, the black form buckled her ankles together with the pair of cuffs on the other end of the fabric, then to the chain still hanging free in front of her. As soon as the chain was attached to the manacles, the overhead motors whirred again and lifted her feet. As she was lifted, the black figure rose and hustled to arrange the fabric to form a sheer black hammock beneath her.
On each side of her head a braid hung, dangling over the tautly stretched armpits and falling to the floor. They had unbraided nearly half-way and the fine spun gold caught the hot light in its fluffed brush.
The figure reached down and opened a slit on the front of the crotch, then pulled out a long, thin, pale dick.
The other, smaller figure came from the darkness and knelt down, to suck his cock through a gap in the black gauze mask.
The blonde turned her face to watch lazily from her hammock as the larger one gripped the smaller by the back of the head and worked the masked face on his cock.
The smaller one retreated again to the shadows, leaving the pale cock shining slickly.
The man stood beside the blonde's head, stroking and tapping his thin dick against her cheek. He set her hammock rocking slightly, rubbing his dick against her lips.
She opened her mouth and her tongue and lips slid along the slender cock, wetting it further, her saliva mixed with the glistening coating left by the other's cock-sucking.
The man moved to stand between her arms, straddled her head and began fucking her mouth, his balls knocking against her eyes, divided by her nose.
Her braids were knocked ever looser, the unraveled ends getting longer, fuller.
The motors hummed again and lifted her feet high over his head, so that she hung upside down.
As she hung by her ankles, the motors jacked her mouth up and down his long, stiff cock.
