Incubus2

Idly you’d languished, enjoying the sensation of tongues as lay still in the night.

Your eyes wondering upward as the sensations of eager mouths danced upon your balls and cock with gentle insistent tugs. Your two unwilling thralls had become quite admirably competent at oral ministrations as you’d insisted on pushing them to their limits learning the trade which they would soon ply almost exclusively once you were finished with this mission.

Still it was time, you decided, to begin to work on one of the smaller details which had been bothering you. The maid Malta, your ‘friend’ with whom you’d become close, working side by side ever so friendly as she helped you adjust to life in the mansion. A sweet friendly young lady whom you simply wanted to make bow before you in the ruins of her precious virtue, before training her as one more whore in your brothel.

You don’t take long to finish up, you’d already been going with them for hours, making it sound as if you’d been raped and savaged quite brutally by the mistress. An escalating series of events leaving rumours floating about as to exactly what kinds of tortures Annita preferred to subject you to within her ‘kennels’.

Thus when you’d kissed Annita’s tear and cum streaked face then sent them