The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior

... flooded her cunt with all her built up semen, gasping and savoring every last second of her first orgasm inside a woman's pussy. She thrust again, making sure every last drop squeezed out. “Umm, that was wonderful,” she purred. “You said you'd take them off, Mistress,” she whimpered. “I did.” Britney pulled out and flipped her over. “I am told it hurts even more when they come off as the blood flows back into them.” She pulled the first one off; Phillipa howled and Britney savored those delightful yells. Then she removed the second one. She flipped her prize onto her belly, walking back to her S&M supplies. She grabbed the butt plug and wandered back to the bed. She didn't warn the girl and just shoved it up her ass. Phillipa's gasping shriek was music to her ears. “I need you ready for my cock back there,” Britney whispered. “I am going to possess every part of you.” “Please, Mistress,” she moaned. “I've never had anything up there before.” “Good,” Britney purred as she shoved the ball gag into her mouth, securing it behind her head, then she turned the lights out and curled up to her prize. “I love you,” she whispered and fell asleep to Phillipa's muffled sobs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His mother gave him one last glare before the EMT slammed the ambulance door. Fatima was inside, being rushed to the hospital, and Kyle's mom was riding along with her, clutching her unconscious daughter's hands. When they walked into the house, his mom had been livid, standing in the ...

... wreckage of the door Britney had kicked in. “Kyle, you are—” She saw Fatima and a scream ripped from her throat. While waiting for the ambulance, she screamed at Kyle for getting Fatima hurt, for sneaking out after he was grounded, and for the bullshit—her exact word—lie about Aaliyah being kidnapped by a coven of witches. “It'll be better in the morning,” Aaliyah whispered, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Sorry, Master,” Shannon, one of his concubines, sighed. “We tried to convince her it was an emergency, but we didn't know how to tell her...about everything.” The other concubines—Alexina, Carla, and Chyna who belonged to Kyle, and Anne and Kayleah who belonged to Fatima—nodded. Anne and Kayleah looked particularly miserable, their mistress was on her way to the hospital. “Yeah,” Kyle sighed. “I'm so tired. Everything's just gone wrong.” “You saved me,” Aaliyah whispered. “Yeah. It only cost me my sister.” Aaliyah flinched. “Shit. I'm sorry. That came out wrong. I'm not sorry I rescued you.” “It's okay, Kyle. Come on, let's go upstairs. It'll seem better in the morning.” “No, I have to do something first.” He pulled out his cell phone. “Pierce County Sheriff's office, how my I help you?” “Yeah, my car was stolen,” he said. “And what is the license plate.” He told her, surprised he could remember it and she read back the color, make, and model. “That's it,” he agreed.” “When was it stolen?” “I don't know when. It was parked out front of my house when I got home from school ...