The Story so Far…
The following morning Morag had awakened Cora, serving her breakfast in bed. Then she ran a bath for Cora and wouldn’t let her do anything for herself. While washing Cora’s pussy, Morag’s long slim fingers easily slipped into the well-lubricated love passage – causing Cora to have another long satisfying orgasm.
Once Cora had settled down after her orgasm, Morag helped her out of the bath, wrapping a white fluffy towel around her, gently patting her dry.
On the bed was a complete change of clothing – the reflection looking back at her made her feel a bit cheap – certainly not the way she would have normally looked and felt. However, with a big sigh, she realised this was a different life to the one she was used to.
Morag then led her down a passage and through another leather padded door. As she pushed Cora into another luxurious bedroom, she whispered to her to remember that her job was to always do everything to please the client.
The door closed behind her – leaving Cora unsure of what to do next. She was here at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure.
Now read on…
Spotlights in the ceiling and wall lights in the alcoves lighted the room.
This subdued lighting cast shadows around the room. As her eyes became accustomed to the light, she saw there was a large armchair in the centre of the room. Somebody was sat in the chair, but had his back to her – all she could see was what appeared to be someone wearing a black hooded cloak, the type monks wore.
Then the chair slowly turned round so that the occupant of the chair was now facing her.
She jumped in fright and shock.
The mystery person’s full frontal became visible to her. The black hood covered most of the upper face and forehead. But the lower part of his face was wearing a mask – the type people wore for Halloween – with a wide open mouthed evil grin.
She gasped again as the cloak fell open to reveal a massive fully erect cock that pulsed and moved about as if it had a life of its own.
‘Come closer girl, see what I have for you,’ the voice was high pitched and querulous.
She tried to take a step back, but there was just the closed door behind her.
‘I said come here girl, you must obey me.’
Still she hesitated.
Out of the shadows two figures dressed in black – their faces also fully masked, rushing at her grabbed an arm each and dragged her across the room, roughly pushing her until she was standing only a foot away from the mysterious person in the armchair.
‘On your knees girl,’ the taller of the two barked at her.
When she didn’t obey immediately, she was unceremoniously flung over his knee. Her long flowing skirts were pushed up her back and her voluminous black bloomers were pulled down to her ankles.
There was a cackling laugh from the figure in the armchair. ‘That’s how I like them – feisty – nothing like a girl who puts up a fight.’
The masked man who had her pinned down over his knee was now giving her a hard hand spanking on her bare bottom.
There was a slightly pungent smell from him that she recognised from yesterdays encounter – she shuddered – now regretting her attempt to bite off his cock.
He was making her poor bottom very sore and she screamed in agony. But he ignored her pleas for mercy – he even laughed at her predicament.
‘Yesterday I was in agony, now it’s your turn to suffer,’ he said gruffly.
Then again came the cackling laugh from the person in the armchair. ‘Bring the bitch to me,’ he ordered.
Cora was pushed off the spanker’s knee and she rolled onto the carpeted floor.
However, she wasn’t there for long as she was dragged to her feet and propelled the short distance and plonked over the knee of the mysterious man.
Bending his head, he put his mouth close to her ear and whispered to her.
What did he whisper?
To be continued…