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Kimberly-Mays Stats: HP = 36, PP = 37, EP = 39

Things were not going well. Her arms ached, both from the ties around her wrists, and the way in which they were pulled above her head. All things considered, Sister Kimberly-May of the Cult of Salvador's Undying Devotion was in a very poor position. Just two days ago, she'd been safe within the confines of what she'd thought was a boring, oppressive monastery, where her potential had been totally wasted. Now, her clothes were torn, her body ached, and she was twice as miserable as she'd been before.

The party of two dozen slavers that had attacked her home had been talking around them without fear since they'd been captured. The collars around each of their necks, made of iron and etched with strange runes, prevented any use of magic or spiritual powers that the captured women might have been harboring. Nearby, a Su-Ku-Ta slaver spoke to an orc, the two men both burly and well armed and armored. The Su-Ku-Ta said; "The commander said she'd sensed something odd about that one, the one tied by herself over there. Doesn't seem all that odd to me. Just an uptight little bitch, easy to break once she's been used a bit. Hell, push her the right way, she'd probably pass the tests, and we'd have another woman among us."

The orc man grunts, and replies; "Commander said she's off limits. No touching from a single one of us, until she's had her own fun with it. Still, pretty little creature, wouldn't mind a go at her myself. It's too bad nothing the Commander ever toys with ever comes out alive."

Just then, a pale human man with numerous scars covering his face and covered from head to toe in chain armor, comes over to her and says; "Get up. My Commander asked for you, so on your feet so's I can get this over with."
 
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(Is he going to untie her?)

Kimberly-May looked up from her miserable stupor, her default expression of unhappy when she wasn't speaking to visitors to the Abby changing to pure de-motivation, and looked at the slaver bothering her in the eyes. She almost considered disobeying the scared man, just to make him upset. The fact that her legs were sore from inactivity prompted her to take the excuse to move. That, and it wasn't right to upset people. She pulled here self up as best she could, trying not to lose her balance, and making a point to keep her eyes on him.
 
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Kimberly-Mays Stats: HP = 36, PP = 37, EP = 39

As she pulls herself to her feet, the slaver actually helps her a little bit, grabbing her arms and helping her to her feet. He then takes the lead for the chains around her wrists off of the pole she'd been tied to, turns away, and leads her through the camp. The other slavers give her little more than a glance as she walks by them, heading toward the only large tent in the place.

Once there, the man says aloud; "The slave is here as requested Ma'am." A second later, a woman appears, pushing aside the tent flaps and stepping outside without revealing what is within. Her hair is bright red, shining in the light of the early morning sun, and she was about five and a half feet tall, putting her at average height. Her most striking feature, however, were the tatoos that covered her face. Drawn in blood red and dark blue, they whirled around her blue-gray eyes in gentle curves, forming an intricate pattern similar to a diamond within an oval and ending on her cheeks in daggerlike points. She says; "Thank you, that will be all Sergeant. You're dismissed." And, with that, the scarred man bows his head and simply walks away, leaving Kimberly-Mays reigns in the hands of the hands of the red haired woman.

Sh wordlessly turns and walks into the tent, expecting her prisoner to follow without having to be ordered, and giving a sharp yank if Kimberly fails to comply.
 
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Sister Kimberly-May quietly followed, letting just a bit of slack in the chains. Mother Silvana had insisted on being difficult, and the slavers had beaten her. Then she started loudly preaching, and they gagged her. Kimberly-May wasn't interested in being difficult, though being with the salvers was unappealing. Mostly.

Since she was used to being lead around, so following the scarred man allowed her mind to ponder. Why does he have scars? her first thought, The Gentle Healing Prayer can remove any blemish. Unless he's such a sinful person to be denied healing.

As she was lead she glanced about the camp, hoping for a glimpse or another Sister. With no sign, her thoughts only concerned the slavers she glanced at. A very diverse group, she noticed. Her eyes quickly darted to each, just to acknowledge their presence. But her gaze lingered just an instant longer on the orc-man. He was noticeably bigger than the others, which intimidated her. But something else gave her the desire to... pray next to him? She couldn't imagine the orc-man kneeling, let alone praying.

She remembered as a child in the orphanage, during the Sacred Prayer Sessions she preferred to kneel next to the orphan boys, listening to their breathless words. Then Mother Silvana, a Sister then, noticed her preference, and commanded her to stay away from the boys during prayer. When she questioned, Sister Silvana...

Noticing the scarred man hand the lead of her chains offer to a woman, Sister Kimberly-May quickly noticed from his tone of voice that she was his direct authority. Noticing her hair, it made a bit of sense. According to Mother Silvana, women were generally most susceptible to temptation than men, and must practice more discipline. And red hair, according to Mother Silvana, was a sign of a soul disposition to sin, requiring even greater discipline and constant supervision. Sister Genevieve had red hair as well, and was constantly under Mother Silvana's watchful eye...

Lost in thought and without a verbal prompt, Kimberly-May fails to notice the red haired woman lead her in. the sudden jerk in the chain nearly pulls her off her feat, and she stumbles forward, a short gasp escaping her lips in surprise.
 
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Kimberly-Mays Stats: HP = 36, PP = 37, EP = 39

As she stumbles, the red haired woman spins on her heels and gives another sharp yank, pulling the captured girl off her feet completely. She then glares down at Kimberly-May as she lies on the ground, her face twisted into a snarl. "Get up, you clumsy little whore!" She snaps, almost shouting.
 
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(Didn't think you would interpret that as falling completely. Let's just get inside...)

There's a word I haven't heard in a while, Kimberly-May thought to herself as she stood back up. Sister Mandy used to call everyone that when she came to the orphanage. Silvana's soap saw an end to it before anyone could figure out what it meant.

On her feet again, Kimberly-May follows the slaver-woman into the tent.

This collar itches.
 
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Kimberly-Mays Stats: HP = 36, PP = 37, EP = 39

(I didn't, the slaver yanked her off her feet after she stumbled.)

As she enters the slavers tent, Kimnerly-May feels an involuntary shudder of fear and disgust go down her spine. Before her eyes take in any of the details of the place, her mind immediately hones in on the sheer wrongness of the place that the slavers tent exuded. It was as though tiny insects were crawling over every inch of her skin. Her discomfort multiplied when she noticed the table that was covered in barbaric instruments of all kinds, some probably weapons, while others were clearly too small to be of any use in combat, but too sharp and strangely designed for any conventional uses that she could think of, all set within a leather case that had been folded outward, revealing all of the gleaming metal.

The slaver drags her, her bearing conveying her anger at Kimberly-Mays earlier stumbling, and suddenly spins around and slaps her across the face. "That was for being clumsy, slave." Then, her scowl twists into a smile, and she says; "You were once a priestess, so I think I'll give you a moment to pray. Pray that you are not as clumsy in other matters as you are on your feet. Kneel."
 
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(Torture tools? OK, now I'm scared. How twisted are you, Tassadar?)

Entering the tent brought back terrible feeling Kimberly-May hadn't felt since one awful experience. One terrible memory of Kimberly-May's, tied to one moment of excitement and wonder extinguished.

[FLASHBACK]
When she was a child, she would sometimes explore parts of the Abby. All the door were unlocked, so there really wasn't anything interesting anywhere, just other Priests sleeping chambers. Except in the basement. Nobody went into the basement. It was dark.
Finally Kimberly-May got a hold of a candle and dared herself to venture down. Just creeping down the stairs was oddly creepy and quiet, but the sense of the unknown sent her young blood racing through her veins. And after the unlocked wooden door at the bottom was a hallway filled with little alcoves with bared gates. At the end of that hallway was another large wooden door, to excited not to decide leave, Kimberly-May slowly opened the old door, and crept in.

The room was incredibly eerie, so many chains hanging from the ceiling and walls, and large pieces of weird furniture with circles of metal. At the back of the room, two tables. One was propped up against the wall at an angle, leather straps hanging from it. The other held a leather case.

"You shouldn't be in here," a dark voice whispered in her ear, causing Kimberly-May to shriek. She had turned and backed up against the propped up table, discovering it was Father Herbert. She didn't like Father Herbert, but knowing it was him let her calm down.

"This is the Inquisitor's Office," he continued. She thought was strange, such a creepy place being an office. "And before you ask, we don't have one. Though a few other orders do train them..."

He walked over to the leather case and opened it, causing Kimberly-May's eyes to open wide. He picked up each tool in it, as to make sure they were in order.

"What kind of tools are those?" Kimberly-May dared to ask in a small trembling voice.

Normally, an orphan would earn a light smack to the head for asking a question they weren't supposed to know the answer to. But this time, Father Herbert merely answered "You don't want to know," with a horrific grin on his face. The same grin, she noticed, he wore when an orphan boy did something to merit serious punishment.

She was escorted out of the basement and scolded. She promised herself never to go down there again, then was smacked and told no to go down into the basement ever again.
[/FLASHBACK]

Seeing the Inquisitor's tools brought back a memory Kimberly-May had buried. Seeing them exposed meant the slaver-woman knew what the were, meant she knew how to use them. The desire to run was starting to become unbearable. The only thing keeping her calm and passive was the understanding from years of experience that attempting to flee from punishment would upset the punisher and make it worse. A scolding would become a spanking, skipping a prayer session for extra cleaning would become skipping a meal... But what was she being punished for?

Kimberly-May flinched at being slapped. It didn't actually hurt, not after a lifetime of discipline, but in the few days with the slaver, she knew not reacting to their punishment would only make them punish harder.

At being given the opportunity to pray, she took it. Kneeling, she closed her eyes and brought her palms together over her heart (which was beating a bit too fast). Lord Salvador, hear my plea. I am a devoted follower of the humble faith. Please give me the strength to bear whatever the horrible experience is to come. Please let me feel joy soon.
 
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Kimberly-Mays Stats: HP = 36, PP = 37, EP = 39

(No guro allowed, don't worry. I can get people a little bloody every once and a while in combat, but I keep it clean during the sexy bits. To be honest, at worst she's going to get into some heavy bondage type stuff. The what and how depends on a number of things.)

The slaver women smiles wickedly as Kimberly-May flinches away from her after her slap, and grins even wider as she kneels down and begins to pray. She feels a sense of trepidation as she kneels down to pray, the memory of the way Father Herbert had smiled in her memory still fresh in her mind as she begs her god for strength. A sudden powerful presence in her mind causes her to snap her eyes open, for a moment believing that Lord Salvador himself had come to her, intent on freeing her from the slavers that had captured her and her sisters. Then, however, the presence left her, leaving behind only a simple message, delivered into her mind in a commanding male voice: "Wait."

The slaver woman, staring down at her, mistakes her startled expression for fear, and says; "What's the matter, slave? Does your god not answer your pathetic prayers?"

(Cliche villainy, ahoy!)
 
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At the feeling of a powerful presence within her, Kimberly-May sincerely believed she had received a blessing. Then the presence left, leaving its message, and Kimberly-May more confused and scared then before. Never had she prayed and been answered, leaving her doubtful she was doing it correctly her whole life. Now Lord Salvatore answered, and could only command her to 'Wait'.

Wait. Wait for what? For how long? What was she doing her whole life besides waiting for dying and crossing over to the afterlife to be happy? Having her life dedicated to be without sin to avoid falling into an afterlife of punishment. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait some more, she was commanded?

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, as a slight grin started to form. Kimberly-May looked at the slaver woman, and noted that she was really enjoying herself.

"Not usually," she answered, a mad twinkle in her eye. "What would you like me to do now?" Maybe she could share in the slaver-woman's happiness?
 
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Kimberly-Mays Stats: HP = 36, PP = 37, EP = 39

The slaver womans smile turns into a sudden scowl, as though she'd been insulted by Kimberly-Mays sudden change in demeanor. "We'll see how long you stay eager, slave. Stand up." The slaver says, and yanks her to her feet. She produces a set of keys from within her pocket, and takes the manacles from off of Kimberly-Mays wrists. She leaves the strange collar, which had been giving her an odd tingling sensation since she'd had it put on, around her neck, however. Then, the slaver woman grunts; "Strip."
 
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Kimberly-May felt relief at being out of the manacles. She hadn't how tight they were until they were off, and she rubbed her wrists. Being told to strip made her pause. People just don't not wear clothes, unless bathing, and that was a private thing. And she didn't see a bucket and sponge in the tent.

Swallowing, she did as she was told. First untying the short cloth rope around her waist, coiling it up and placing it on the ground. Then removing her hood and scapula, revealing her shoulder length locks of chestnut hair. Kimberly-May could feel herself being watched as she pulled her black robe up her thighs, revealing the bottom of her white cloth gown. She paused again to catch her breath before pulling the robe over her hips, then twisting her arms to bring the cloth off her shoulders and over her head. She folds the robes, since she didn't have anything to hang it on, and puts it on the ground, placing the cloth rope, hood and scapula on top.

Without the bulky black robe, the Kimberly-May's figure could be clearly determined under the form hugging white gown. Her long legs, the steep curve of her hips and waist, her generous bust, and the creamy skin of her neck. The rest of her was noticeably than her face, both from the lack of exposer to the elements, and the slight blush from exposing herself. Kimberly-May's mad grin gone, she wore a more neutral expression.

She glances back at the slaver-woman, to see her reaction, before reaching down to lift off her gown. She swallows again before continuing. Apprehensively, slowly, she slowly lefts the white wool fabric up her creamy smooth legs, up her thighs, revealing the patch of dark brown hair between her legs, over her hips, up her abdomen. Her arms twist and readjust to lift the gown over her lovely, perky C-cup breasts, revealing her red nipples. Over her head the gown goes, and Kimberly-May glances at the slaver woman as she folds the gown, using it as an excuse to hide her body, before placing it on top of her folded robe.

She stands, her hands on her shoulders, arms covering her breasts. "Always cover you body. Never show any part of it, aside from your face. Especially your chest!" a memory of Mother Silvana's instructions as she was indoctrinated. Kimberly-May was slightly uncomfortable being naked in the tent and not because there was a light cool breeze blowing through it.
 
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Kimberly-Mays Stats: HP = 36, PP = 37, EP = 39

The slaver womans almost feral grin returned as Kimberly-May began to remove her oppressive garments, even letting out a pleased coo as she pulls her black robe up over her head. When the young girl comes back up from folding and placing her clothing on the ground, she looked up to find the slaver woman much closer than before, her eyes black as midnight as they traveled up and down Kimberly-Mays young body. The red haired womans breathing had become heavy, and her cheeks had turned a soft pink from their earlier paleness around the dark blue tattoos, which seemed to have started glowing softly. The expression on her face was one more akin to what she'd expect on someone looking at a delectable piece of meat than anything else, and made Kimberly-May more than a little uncomfortable, especially given her memory of what the two slavers form earlier had said about their commander.

Regardless, she can't stop at that, and Kimberly-May hears the woman emit a soft gasp as she peels off her thin white gown, revealing her body in full. The slaver begins to pant softly, almost inaudible but just enough for the young captive woman to hear, as she folds her gown up and places it on the small pile with the rest of her garments. When she looks up again, covering her breasts with her arm, she pales slightly at the almost bestial hungry expression on the slavers face. A mix of lust and open hunger play across the slavers face. Her eyes, which had been black up to the whites before, are now entirely pitch dark, the orbs now entirely black, as though Kimberly-May was staring into an empty void. The blue tattoos on her face were now dark red, and glowing angrily, adding even more to the womans horrific alien expression.

"Now, back against the wall, slave." She says, her voice husky and low, and she indicated with a shake of her head that Kimberly-May should go over to the wall that was farthest form her set of diabolical tools, and had only a small cot in the corner.

(Your character needs a nickname.)
 
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Being undressed was one thing. The appearance the slaver woman took on was very unnerving to Kimberly-May. Her expression at first reminded her of the ones peasants would give to loaves of bread handed out on Charity Day. But after peeling off her undergarment, the other woman's appearance became downright disturbing. Something about the way she looked reminded her about something, but her embarrassment was making her mind foggy.

She backed up at a steady pace towards the wall, as instructed, while trying to meet the slaver's woman's eye's, this hidden pupils making it difficult. She was having mixed reactions to the slaver woman's expression. The look of hunger, hollow eyes and glowing tattoos was inciting fear in Kimberly-May, but though she wasn't aware of it, she was responding favourably to the slaver woman's lustful looks across her body.

"You're very scary," Kimberly-May told the slaver woman, as she reached the wall, nearly impassive face covering her conflicting emotions.

(I know. She'll pick one up as the story progresses.)
 
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Kimberly-Mays Stats: HP = 36, PP = 37, EP = 39

The slavers horrid gaze only intensifies as Kimberly-May backs to the indicated wall, retaining the same alien appearance while slowly begin to incite the sheltered girl in ways she didn't quite understand. That is, until Kimberly-May speaks her seemingly harmless words, issuing a simple statement. She wished immediately that she'd remained silent. The slavers face twists form a smile into an enraged scowl, and the glow of her tattoos intensifies until they fill the tent with a foul crimson glow. Her eyes, however, seem to absorb any of the light that gets between them and the now nude captive in front of her, casting the slaver in a wall of shadows surrounded by a blood red glow.

"Scary? SCARY!? I'll show you scary you pathetic little whore!" She shouts, her voice rising and carrying throughout the camp, though Kimberly-May is too frightened at the moment to notice such. The woman suddenly grabs the front of her garments and tears them asunder as though they were made of bathroom tissue. The redheaded slaver is left naked, and Kimberly-May would have been stunned by her statuesque beauty, akin more to a goddess than a mortal woman, had she not been terrified of the woman. She steps toward the frightened girl, her every muscle quivering with some emotion Kim couldn't quite recognize, and suddenly grabs her by the hair. Expecting sudden intense pain, the young woman is startled by how gentle the woman is with her despite her apparent rage, having been used to such treatment being used on her for discipline. The slaver pulls Kim toward her and presses her taught, muscled body up against Kimberly-Mays own curvaceous, unsure form. Her lips crash against Kimberly-Mays, those terrible black eyes now closed, as the women suddenly kisses her passionately and with unrestrained lust.

(Don't worry, you're not half as screwed as you think right now.)
 
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The increased glow from the slaver woman sends shivers down Kimberly-May's spine, though something prevents her from being truly afraid. Being shouted at was something she was used too from her child hood, as was an angry scowl. Combined with the glow scared her enough to want to apologize for upsetting the salver woman. But as she was suddenly naked as well, Kimberly-May could only gasp in shock and awe at the raw display of physical power, and the unexpected revealing of flesh.

When her hair was grabbed, Kimberly_may fully expected to be slapped harshly several times. The strangely gentle hold, the feeling of the other body against her own, and taste of another's lips and breath brought forth the conflicting emotions of both shame, fear and... something new. Unfamiliar with the situation, she could only squeal in surprise as the slaver woman pressed their lips together, and stand with her hands hovering around her shoulders.

She's naked. She's touching me. She's... lips... It's a sin to touch... More to be unclothed... Why? What is she doing? Is it supposed to feel nice? she wondered. A lifetime of indoctrination was telling her to resist, to run, but the fact that she wasn't being 'punished' along with the nice feeling grounded her to stay. Curiosity as to what the slaver woman's intentions if it wasn't to bring harm to the former priestess.

(This is getting good.)
 
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Kimberly-Mays Stats: HP = 36, PP = 37, EP = 39

The slaver rubs her firm breasts against Kimberly-Mays larger soft orbs, the feel of the womans soft flesh against her nipple sending a shiver of unknown pleasure up the priestesses spine. The slaver grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer in, deepening the kiss as her tongue began to explore the girls mouth, and rubbed against Kimberly-Mays within her own mouth. The womans hips begin to gyrate as she moans into the kiss, causing her crotch to rub against Kims legs, and she can feel a bit of dampness left there after each touch.
 
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A part of her always longed for physical contact; just a touch on a shoulder, or her hand with another's. But the total intimacy of the other woman was so much more, even in it's invasion. Kimberly-May could feel the other's warmth, her pulse and breath in the other's chest their soft breasts pressing together incredibly pleasing, her tongue was somehow incredibly savoury. Even the dampness gathering on her leg somehow was desirable, unknowingly causing her to dampen as well.

My leg... If this is sinful, why does it feel good?

Kimberly-May could only do what any priestess would do with a visitor to her temple: Welcome them. Her tongue began to wiggle and slide around the other's, tasting and caressing. Her hands made their way to the slaver woman's shoulders, landing gently before sliding down her back, gently caressing and exploring. Her eyes nearly closing, as her breath both deepened and quickened, the other woman's thrusting hips met with an eager leg counter-thrusting in harmony.

She felt a vibration in the her throat, barely registering that she had instinctively made a sound.
 
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Kimberly-Mays Stats: HP = 36, PP = 37, EP = 39

The glowing womans eagerness seems to grow by the second, and as Kimberly-May begins to respond in kind, she feels something strange begin to happen. It was almost as though she and the woman were beginning to merge, somehow. She felt the slavers fevered need for this sinful act as though it were her own, the pinpricks of pleasure as the womans flower rubbed against her soft flesh almost as tactile as the shots of stimulation that went up her own spine when her maidenhood was rubbed by the slavers gyrating legs.

Suddenly, the woman broke the frenzied kiss, her tongue doing one last dance between their parting lips as she pulled back and immediately descended, her hot mouth trailing a line of burning kisses down Kims unblemished flesh, going from her chin, down to her throat, up the mound of her soft right breast, and finally onto the erect peek. She stopped there, her breath sending a powerful rush of stimulation into Kimberly-Mays body just before her lips sealed around the young girls nipple. A powerful surge of pleasure instantly ran its course up Kims spine, causing her to emit an unconscious moan of pleasure as the sensation of union intensified. It was as if she were experiencing the lewd encounter from both sides, her own and the red haired womans, simultaneously. She felt as if this was more than a union of the flesh, but somehow a joining of their very souls, a sense of intimacy that Kimberly-May was hardly prepared for. The pleasure taking control of her body was too much for her to handle, however, and she couldn't help but want to embrace the sensations flooding her mind.

The womans tattoos lit up all over her body, meanwhile, the lines and swirls cutting a dark red pattern across her otherwise perfectly pale form. Her hands set to work, one cupping Kimberly-Mays voluptuous rear, while the other began to grope her untouched breast, her every movement gentle but still sending waves of pleasure crashing down into the inexperienced girls core. Kimberly-May felt a strange, unfamiliar pressure begin to build within her alongside her arousal, not large yet but threatening to grow swiftly until it explodes.
 
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With the deepening of their intimate kiss deepened, Kimberly-May's mind became more lucid, fogging up with lustful desire. In her blissful haze, she could almost feel everything the other woman was feeling, and the intimate sensation was driving her mad with empathy. Feeling those desires, she wanted to fulfil them, fuelling her own repressed desires for whatever lewd activity they were performing.

When she felt the other woman's tongue and lips retreat, she gasped in surprise. She assumed the other woman wanted to keep doing what she was doing, but new level of pleasure she was receiving, both from her own body and the other woman's givings, opened her mind to the possibility of a deeper level of passion. "Burning..." she moaned, as the two sets of sensations threatened to throw her rational mind out the window.

The attention to her ass and breasts did. Lost in the state of carnal bliss, one of her hands find it's way to the slaver woman's that was massaging her breast, overlapping it and mimicking it's every move. The other kept swirling and wondering the other's back, neck and hair. She wanted to do everything that was being done to her back, but the position she was in made the actions impossible. That, and the overwhelming new sensations of pleasure kept knocking her speech from her.
 
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