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Chapter 7 by RobinWrites RobinWrites

What was It?

A Strange Chair

Most of your dinning furniture was gone replaced with a large looming black chair.

Intruder one pulled you towards the chair.

What was this chair?

More importantly where had your furniture gone.

Intruder two pushed you down hard onto the chair. She then got set on tying you to the chair. Intruder one stood behind you. You could hear her breathing heavily behind you.

She puts your hands on your breast and slowly started rubbing them up and down.

“mmmmmmhhhh” Another muffled moan escapes your lips.

You close your eyes lost in the lust that is building inside of you. You don’t know why you are feeling this way. Why were you locked into this spiral of lust.

You heard footsteps in front of you and you feel something snap around your masked head.

You open your eyes. What why are you wearing some sort of goggles now?

“You will be masters plaything.” Both voices said at once.

Bright lights started to flash into your eyes you tried to close your eyes but for some reason you could not.

A zipper unclasped at your crotch you try to look down at what was going on down there.

One of the masked women had opened the zip to your bodysuit and was now crouched down in front of you.

Your wet pussy was now exposed and in the open. The intruder in front of you plunged her gloved fingers into your waiting cunt.

The lights continued to flash slowly and the gloved fingers went in you in and out in time with the lights in the googles.

“MMMmmmm” salvia dribbled down your chin under the mask.

“You are Masters plaything; you are master plaything.”

Both of the Intruders chanted at you.

You could not contain the pleasure these women were making you feel. The lights flashing in front of your eyes were making it hard to think of anything. All you could think about was what was being said near you.

“You are masters plaything.”

Who was master? I am his plaything.”

What no that not me?

I am wait what am I.

Images flashed in your mind of masked women pleasuring you , of breaking into houses and tying up other women. Doing what was being done to you to these women.

Are you a Masters Plaything?

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