"Four peas" - Part 2

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"Good, pussy," a fatherly voice serenely responds to her careful selection.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Hazel tossed on the bed as Roland's cock fucked deep in her ass and Zenda held her tightly to her hot pussy. The scraping of Roland's cock-head on Hazel's ass-walls was driving soft waves of passion through her that wouldn't stop. She sobbed and moaned, but the degradation of what she was forced to do excited her more than she would admit. Her soft tits pressed into Zenda's ass and thighs as the dreadful woman rode her with no sympathy at all.

Hi, my name’s Claire and I’m being blackmailed into being a slut.

That’s very true but I guess that I should start at the beginning.

I’m 19 and come from what I suppose you could call a middle class family. When I left college a year ago I was lucky enough to get a job as an office junior at a smallish electronic surveillance company. When I say smallish I mean the boss (Tony) the techie (Sandra) and 4 field installation guys; all in their mid-twenties.

Bill:

The first thing I noticed was the lack of movement in the boat.
Sunlight was streaming through the starboard side and I could hear the
waves outside. 

LOANING LUCY

PART FOUR

It was a private party for about 40 guests, held at the spacious home of one of the Wonderland Club’s wealthiest patrons. Lucy and several of the invited slaves were serving trays of canapes and refilling drinks. Their Owners were all standing around socialising or sitting in groups discussing everything from the state of the economy to New Year resolutions. A few slaves were kneeling at the feet of their Masters and Mistresses, either listening silently or diligently performing a task.

Anne heard the door slam as her son Tom departed. She 
was still pissed at him as she finished the dishes.

The fight had started over the girl he was seeing who 
lived down the street. The girl was a bitch and Anne 
didn't like her one bit. He wanted to get married. At 
eighteen, no way. Especially, to that cunt. Ever since 
his dad died, he was getting more and more independent 
and Anne couldn't seem to control him anymore.

CHAPTER ONE

SONGS OF LOVE AND HATE

“La vengeance se mange tres-bien froide”

From Matilde (1841) by Joseph Marie Eugene Sue, French novelist.

“Your enemy is sleeping and his woman is free”

From Famous Blue Raincoat (1970) on the album Songs of Love and Hate by Leonard Cohen, Canadian singer-songwriter.

The Chameleon watched dispassionately.