It would be good to have a friend to help you. Add Blondie's name next to yours on the schedule.

Hours later, you are being marched by two of Master's guard's towards his bed chamber. They grab your arms painfully tight move with a rapid pace on either side of you. Your heels click awkwardly beneath you as you attempt to keep up. The sheer fabric of your translucent red nightie clings to your ample curves and displays the freckled gold skin beneath it. The nightie's cut plunges low displaying your cleavage which erratically bounces with each of your breakneck strides. Your augmented breasts somehow manage to remain contained but the taught silk stretches between your erect nipples beneath. The hoop piercings installed within your sensitive buds only **** them to project from atop your delightful peaks.

The guards do not slow as your arrive at the large doors of Master's outer waiting chamber. You enter in a whirlwind and are pushed roughly onto your knees. You catch yourself against the cold stone surface of the floor and feel your red hair tumble messily across your bare shoulders and down the length of your back in long heavy waves.

Click! Bang!

There is a clicking sound as the guards expertly lock a leash onto your collar followed by the bang of the doors slamming closed behind you. The guards have left without any acknowledgement of you or the fate awaiting you. Silence fills the space and slowly you begin to look around and gather your bearings. You are in the waiting chamber outside of Master's bedroom. You have been tethered by a heavy chain locked to your ruby collar and anchored to a mount in the floor in front of you. You have been left alone for some time with nothing but the sound of your breathing cutting through the dark quite. You appreciate the silence after the hustle and bustle of all the primping and prepping of your body for Master.

After some time, you are startled as the doors behind you are thrown open again. You raise your little arms to shield your eyes against the bright light which spills into the dark room and you see three female shadows. The guards have returned and between them you can make out the slim form of Blondie between them. She is thrown to the floor beside you. She lands with a grunt and the guards tether her by a chain leash to another anchor and left before you can react. Darkness fills the room and your eyes slowly begin to adjust to the gloom.

"Girly is that you?!" Blondie asks excitedly.

You smile into the darkness. Leave it to Blondie to be excited even after being abused by Master's guards!

"I'm here."

Blondie shuffles forward towards you on her knees. She attempts to hug you but her collar catches against the leash. Apparently you have been chained to the floor to prevent you from touching each other prior to Master's arrival. She shuffles back to allow most slack in the chain and rubs her throat. Your eyes adjust to the low candlelight and you study her.

Désirée's team of beauticians have made sure that her makeup is identical to yours. She looks perfect. Flawless application of mascara, eye shadow, and eyeliner exaggerated her eye's feminine shape in a smoky blue hue. Her accentuated lashes fluttered seductively with every blink. She moves the blonde locks of her short pixie cut out of her eyes. Blush has been applied to her cheeks which further accentuates her playful smile. Her face is framed between a set of dangling diamond earrings.

She has been dressed in a blue nighty which clings to her skinny build and compliments the slightly yellow tone of her skin. The fabric plunges between her breasts which have an augmented perkiness but have been left as C-cups. Beneath the fabric you can see the hoop nipple piercings and a tiny G-string thong covering her sex. You smell the scent of strawberries filling the room and immediately blush. You know that her pussy has been modified to taste of the ancient terran fruit.

She studies you and her face contorts into an exaggerated gasp, "Damn, girly! You look so good! I'm always so jealous of those damn tits!"

"Stop!" you giggle back. You were so nervous and somehow Blondie is able to break through, "I'm glad you're here."

"Well thanks for inviting me!"

Silence fills the room for a few moments.

"What do you think Master is going to do to us?" she wonders out loud.

"I don't know... this is my first breeding."

"Oh that's right! Let me tell you... you are really going to get it. Try your best to relax. He is definitely going to want to impregnate you right away. You and that other girl are literally the only ones capable of giving him a boy, right?"

"So I have been told..."

Blondie sees the dread returning to your face, "Listen, Girly. I am going to be right here with you. We are going to make this fun, okay?"

"Okay," you reply.

"This will be a lot easier if you prepare for him. We should do our meditation exercises just like we were trained," she suggests.

You nod your head in response.

You close your eyes and pull yourself up into a proper kneeling position as you have been trained. You hear Blondie do the same and the two of you take long soothing breaths. The smell of your sex and her strawberry scent waft up to meet your nostrils. Good! You refocus your thoughts inward as you have been trained to do. With sustained mental effort, you can successfully build your arousal. It was critical that you you maintain it. Regardless of whether you wanted this old man to take you, Master's augmented size and your surgical tightening would require all of you lubrication possible to have your first breeding be remotely pleasurable.

The strip of fabric of your thong just barely covers your smooth pussy lips. You continue to focus and you feel the damp spot in the fabric beneath you slowly grow. You take another breath and allow your darkest fantasies to fuel the heat within you. _What would you do to Blondie? What would she do to you? How would Master react? The internal heat between your legs burns further and _the wetness spreads until you feel a trickle escape your underwear and tickle down your thigh. It pools on the cold floor between your kneeling legs.

Bang!

You flinch suddenly as the large doors from the hallway behind you fly open and slam shut again.