Midnight Amador was moaning in her sleep. Dreaming even with her eyes open to the pre-dawn glimmer on the horizon. All night long she had masturbated, confined to the chain lead hooked to a tree along the beach side property she called home. No! Not her home, her occupied spot on someone else's patch of soil. She owned nothing, not even her soul. Not even this chain that rubbed her twat raw from hours of agitation and tugging. It like time, was borrowed only to be reclaimed. Refusing to lose sight of her Kami's mission, Midnight Isabella fought very hard against heavy eyelids. Winning for all too brief moments in and out of reality she saw the true light of morning.
Revived by her dream come true she witnessed Nick Sanchez returning from a short morning run to invigorate his own need to stay awake. Strolling from the side of the beach house rather than the accordion doors he stopped at the steps to the deck and removed his athletic wear. Massive cock dangling between his legs he faced Midnight from a distance. Trickling instantly in her mudhole of urine and lust she moved into an all-fours position and crawled out of her pigpen palace and tugged on her chain as hard as it could be pulled tight to appear as if trying to get to her master. Mouth as wide as she could open it, she begged with every ounce of her sanity that he pay a visit. Remaining stoic, arms folded over his chest he observed her expectant hunger and made her wait impatiently. Each second, she whined and panted through her trembling efforts his dick grew tighter, rising like the Eastern sun. Awaiting full tilt erection arching his crown upward, the King made his move.
Wagging her ass in anticipation he realized just how dirty this little whore was. Not only in appetite, but her drug dose of X-AP347 had also likely worn off. Yet the lingering effects still created a fire within her to coincide with her mental need for her tantalizing deity. Inching closer his penis hovered a mere quarter inch out of reach of her mouth. Not once had she closed that widened circumference, knowing exactly how thick his scepter was and honored its arrival without having to widen further. Midnight was training herself as much as Nick was teaching her. Mind reader! Perfect union if not worthy of sharing his opinion. Patience! She was acting too impatient. That was why he held back.
Relaxing her nerves Midnight simply stared up at him without blinking, teary eyed from lack of sleep, her servitude craving acceptance. Once she stopped shaking and devoted only a valued composure, she received her Kami. Not reward! Those were long gone. It was up to her to reward him, not the other way around. She had given up any gifts in favor of proving to him she was nothing without his commands. In wait for just this moment she was proud of herself. Yet, she wanted to surprise him. Minx!
Tongue extended but refusing contact until he allowed it Nick just stepped right into her, his head grazing her lips and tongue for a perfect fit. Adapting to his size she didn't even start sucking him off, she let him feel at home in her throat and go at his pace, not her own. Own was no longer in her vocabulary. Own was his word, not hers. No matter how the word was utilized on her end.
Staring down at her he merely absorbed her unwavering respect. Stretching vividly, he rather enjoyed his lounging. Her mouth made for a very nice sleeve. Sighing he decided to officially wake her up. Palming the back of her head he forced seven out of ten inches down her gullet, slobber drooling from her lightly pressed lips. She refused to let her lips appear aggressive in holding him in, this was his mouth and if he wanted her lips tightly constricting, he would tell her to. Again, he read her thoughts on that and approved. Gags resisted as much as possible, his forced intrusion came to an all to early end. Literally! His nut thick and creamy he withdrew his girth, his length, and shot final doses onto her tongue. "Savor that!"
Slapping his erection over her dirty face his and her wetness combined smeared dust and dried mud all over her features. "You need a serious bath before we go for a ride. Too bad Will Gullivant has a busy day today. Too busy to groom you. I... " He narrowed his eyes at her mouth, her tongue curling up to foamy lips. Within his milky jizz he saw something quite unexpected. "Well, I'll be damned!"
Reaching beneath her tongue with his fingertips he brought out a sticky key. "Took a load off then waited on my load to cleanse it, didn't you?" Behind her in the mud he spotted turds. "No wonder you're so dirty. Mud and slave shit. What a combination. Go dig a hole and bury your leftovers. I'll make breakfast then you can shower up. Shave that cunt it's getting thick. And swallow that load."
"Yes Kami. I hope you enjoyed your gift. It is not for me to be rewarded; it is for you."
"I did! Keep it up Dorei. Good impressions every time. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Kami. Please have faith. May I speak further?"
"Keep it short." Like her pubes he thought. He considered testing Eugene Holley's hair removal lotion but wasn't decided on if he wanted Midnight's bikini area silky soft on a permanent basis. A thin strip of peace fuzz was sexy as hell. Same on Bearpaw! No, not this morning. Another day!
"I understand everything Kami. I only wish you to realize that. To ask me if I understand each command is unnecessary. I hope I have not spoken out of turn. I only attempt to save you time."
"Trial run! No more questioning your thoughts. Actions will speak volume. Dissatisfactory thoughts however will get you punished. Be certain you read me correctly."
"Yes, Kami."
"Changed my mind. Let's eliminate you having to shave your legs ever again. I'll assist in your shower just this once. Bury your shit and take a catnap until I come back with breakfast. We'll get you cleaned up. Big day today! Time for you to see where your new home will be in a week or two."
"I have no home, only where you allow me to kneel before you."
"That is true. Well done, Dorei. Now shut up and bury that stench." Bad enough he knew that key in her mouth had to have tasted horrible to her. Cleansed in master's nut, however. Eying the key he walked back to collect his clothing and head inside. A treasure she was!
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The REZ!
Getting home from Cordoba as escorted by six members of the REZsistence, Crimson Merrick went straight to her room and took a nap. Short lived by sex down the hallway getting loud she pouted and covered her head with a pillow. Who did her dad have over and where did he find the energy? By 3:40 AM the screaming stopped, and she heard a door then footsteps going by her room. Quiet now Crimson drifted off with a murmured, "Night, Cyber." Like you Jasmine Riviera was snoring.
7:20 AM, her eyes were wide open again. The scent of eggs and bacon perked Crimson up. Her belly growling heavily since her small salad she chose to drag herself out of bed, go pee in her very own bathroom then put on some pink shorts with an old black t-shirt with the REZ logo and the year she graduated here on the reservation. On the back it said SANTEE RAID because of a football team gimmick that won them a trophy against a rival team outside their territory. Victory was theirs! Scalps a plenty that night, a bet won they inherited the helmets of their enemy. They never won again. Still a good season.
Barefoot she left her bedroom and walked by her father's room. Hearing the ruffle of a newspaper then a gag reflex she bulged her eyes. "Daddy still has company. What is going on? If it's not my sister or Dr. Freak, then who?" Bewildered and a tad grossed out she headed downstairs and to the kitchen. At first, she thought nothing of it, their housekeeper Sasha was preparing a breakfast tray for her father consisting of scrambled eggs, bacon, ham, and a bagel. Getting orange juice from the fridge Crimson noted no glass. "Morning Sasha. I'll pour daddy a glass of juice for you. Sounded good to me too." Turning she nearly dropped the container. "Uhh? Sasha? Where is your uniform?"
"This is my uniform from now on. The apron only when cooking." Otherwise, the pretty young woman was butt ass naked save for her maid's lacey tiara. French made! "Thank you for the help, Miss Merrick."
"Crimson. You've been here long enough to, when did this happen?"