Dreams chased each other through Liandra's head as she slept. She could feel hands on her body, caressing her most intimate places, and mouths sucking and kissing her in various spots. She moaned in her sleep, arching her back, her legs spread wide in abandon, begging for the release that never came. She had no idea that all night the young men in the house were taking turns with her unconscious body, fucking her mouth or playing with her pussy, but never allowing her to cum. That was the deal that Steven had with them. They could use the soon-to-be sex slave for their pleasure, but they could not, under any circumstances, allow her to have an orgasm, nor could they take her precious virginity. Steven wanted her so eager for release that she would do anything to gain it. He filmed the young men using her, for his own pleasure, as well as for possible sales later on. He laughed to think of what Liandra's reaction would be, seeing herself sucking on one thick cock, while another slid himself along her open slit.
At last, the men had finished for the night, and the girl was cleaned, and left alone for the moment. Steven looked back at her one last time, before he left her, hunger glowing in his eyes. He could scarcely wait to see what his father's reaction would be when he discovered his prize gone. It would be interesting to see what the Old Man might be willing to pay to get her back, especially if she were still a virgin. Of course, if she were well-broken in, he might pay more, but Steven doubted it, as he knew how many of his father's customers wanted to be the one to take her cherry. "Oh yes, my Sweet, you will bring me a pretty penny yet." He laughed, rubbed a new helping of the cream into her clit and nipples and kissed her mouth, then left her.
Liandra awoke late, her hair tangled and a strange taste in her mouth, with the tingling in her groin and breasts even worse than before. She groaned softly at the feeling, but despite that, she felt wonderful to be able to stretch and not be shackled to the bed. She felt well-rested and refreshed. The pill that Steven had given had helped her sleep very restfully, and she was grateful. She vaguely remembered dreams filling her sleep, but could not recall any of them. She stretched again, and heard the door open. Sitting up, she suddenly realized she still had on last nights wrinkled clothing, and her blouse was about half-way unbuttoned, showing most of the tops of her full breasts. Steven stepped into the room, and stared at her, breaking into a slow smile. "Well, aren't you a sight this morning, Pretty?"
She blushed, and he laughed. "No, you look wonderful. Very rested. How did you sleep?"
"Oh, wonderfully, thank you! I feel fabulous."
"That is good news, Sweet girl." He moved over and sat on the bed. "How about a good morning kiss for your knight in shining armor?"
Laughing, Liandra moved across the bed to his side, and he immediately slid her onto his lap, straddling him again. He was already hard, and she could feel the shaft pressing into her slit. Wetness begin to gather against her clit, and she couldn't stop herself from grinding against him, as his lips claimed hers. His tongue slid softly into her mouth, tasting every inch, and she responded eagerly. His hands stroked over her back, as he arched his crotch up and let her grind even more. He pulled back from the kiss, and leaned down, kissing the exposed tops of her breasts, as she moaned, arching her back. His thumbs ran over her sensitive nipples, and then his mouth was suckling one through the thin blouse. She was panting with need by now. "Oh, God, Steven...please...please..."'
"Please what, my Pretty one?" There was a soft growl to his voice, and he took her nipple again.
