The Justicar's Dog of War 2c/6
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March 18 2013, 20:35:33 UTC
“Yes, ma’am.” The grip of her collar not relenting, the pinned woman struggled to get her briefs off her hips, so thought giving proper access was all she needed to do and stopped when air brushed her slit.
“I said off.” Punctuated with another slap.
Shepard used every tiny fraction of an inch her arms could stretch while being held upright to push the black cloth down. Eventually she had to wiggle and twist her legs this way and that until she finally felt the briefs release, falling to the floor. Just to make sure she then kicked them away.
“I wish to take care of this quickly so I can meditate.” Without further delay Samara’s fingers nimbly found the human’s clitoris.
“You don’t have to, ma’am.”
“I decide what I must do and what you must do.” The matriarch demanded eye contact with only her expression. “And I must do this or you will give me pleading looks the rest of the evening.”
The relentless hand molesting her figuratively and literally drove Shepard up the wall both. She rose off her heels. Lust corrupted her thoughts. Nothing mattered beyond the fingers giving her pleasure. So she wasn’t really thinking when she reached for a blue hip.
It didn’t go unnoticed, not for an instant. “You will keep your hands behind your back.”
Ultimatums and threats weren’t needed; Shepard always followed orders like any good soldier. She dutifully put her palms against the wall and braced to ride things out. Ride she did as the fingers inside her and rubbing across her were insistent and demanding. Her orgasm would come quickly, no matter what her opinion may be. She didn’t care and surrendered to it. After several minutes of unbridled stimulation her head collapsed back and her eyes fluttered close.
“Look at me.”
The unexpected, unprecedented order got Shepard’s immediate attention. Highly dilated eyes stared back at her. There was a look in them she had never seen before and could therefore not quite place. Whatever it was it immediately, instinctively pushed her into higher realms. In less time than normal the spasms emanated out from her core. Tremors shook her thighs and vibrated up her abs, then jiggled her breasts under her shirt. All with her gaze ardently locked to the Justicar’s.
“Wash, eat, sleep,” Samara stated as the woman came down. “Tomorrow the difficult work of this operation begins.”
With that the superior left, scooping up the delicates discarded minutes ago to wipe her hand. In the den she noticed the bag from a shop she didn’t recognize. She opened it to see floral print and lace. Shepard only ever wore the most basic of underwear, so Samara was uncertain why such a purchase was made, though she could guess. Frustration took hold of her, but she was unsure with whom to place it.
“I said off.” Punctuated with another slap.
Shepard used every tiny fraction of an inch her arms could stretch while being held upright to push the black cloth down. Eventually she had to wiggle and twist her legs this way and that until she finally felt the briefs release, falling to the floor. Just to make sure she then kicked them away.
“I wish to take care of this quickly so I can meditate.” Without further delay Samara’s fingers nimbly found the human’s clitoris.
“You don’t have to, ma’am.”
“I decide what I must do and what you must do.” The matriarch demanded eye contact with only her expression. “And I must do this or you will give me pleading looks the rest of the evening.”
The relentless hand molesting her figuratively and literally drove Shepard up the wall both. She rose off her heels. Lust corrupted her thoughts. Nothing mattered beyond the fingers giving her pleasure. So she wasn’t really thinking when she reached for a blue hip.
It didn’t go unnoticed, not for an instant. “You will keep your hands behind your back.”
Ultimatums and threats weren’t needed; Shepard always followed orders like any good soldier. She dutifully put her palms against the wall and braced to ride things out. Ride she did as the fingers inside her and rubbing across her were insistent and demanding. Her orgasm would come quickly, no matter what her opinion may be. She didn’t care and surrendered to it. After several minutes of unbridled stimulation her head collapsed back and her eyes fluttered close.
“Look at me.”
The unexpected, unprecedented order got Shepard’s immediate attention. Highly dilated eyes stared back at her. There was a look in them she had never seen before and could therefore not quite place. Whatever it was it immediately, instinctively pushed her into higher realms. In less time than normal the spasms emanated out from her core. Tremors shook her thighs and vibrated up her abs, then jiggled her breasts under her shirt. All with her gaze ardently locked to the Justicar’s.
“Wash, eat, sleep,” Samara stated as the woman came down. “Tomorrow the difficult work of this operation begins.”
With that the superior left, scooping up the delicates discarded minutes ago to wipe her hand. In the den she noticed the bag from a shop she didn’t recognize. She opened it to see floral print and lace. Shepard only ever wore the most basic of underwear, so Samara was uncertain why such a purchase was made, though she could guess. Frustration took hold of her, but she was unsure with whom to place it.
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