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Chapter 3 by Abdulalahazred Abdulalahazred

Katya...

... was a to her body.

The small slavegirl moved in time to her masters Sure thrusts, face awash with pleasure. He pulled back on her collar roughly and her back arched, her upper body rising as the choker made her face redden and she gasped for breath. This changed the angle of his thick cock sliding inside her and she felt her insides pressing forewords as he slid against a sensitive nerve cluster that was her g-spot. She struggled for breath as he took her. When her vision started to swim she came loud and wet, a girlish, breathy gawping ejaculation and he released her **** collar and she slumped pleasantly numb forward, coloured face, lathered hair mussily clinging to hot skin and small sweaty breasts pressing into the coarse woven bed rugs. She languidly moved, drooling, eyes sublimely unfocused, her tawny limbs shivering as the ebb and flow of her ejaculation shuddered aftertremors through her **** body.

Alex grunted as he came inside her, gripping her hips and thrusting deep inside her. He exhaled. “You liked that, didn’t you slut.”

Katya blushed in shame. Yes. No... she felt so unsure and powerless. The heady thrill of thraldom.

“Imagine my surprise when I found your little hoard of Emphateo recordings. All this slavegirls...” he shook his head. “I was angry at first. I felt betrayed. They were so demeaning. But then I started thinking. I loved you and you wanted this...”.

Katya frowned. Her master... The recordings. Those were evidence. She had been working on mapping out the key players of an illegal Acteon swapping cartel... this wasn’t a fetish?! How had her master come to such a conclusion.

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