The Battered Lamp Chapter Sixteen: The Orgy of the Concubines - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Sixteen: The Orgy of the Concubines

... treasonous thoughts. She couldn't hold off. She had her orders. Fumi must die and Zaritha must retrieve the artifact she carried. There was no other way but to march up there and force the little bitch to commit suicide. The door to room 203 opened and a young, Japanese man walked out, wearing only a pair of pants, a bucket in his hands as he walked down the open hallway to an ice machine halfway down. Zaritha smiled; there was a better way to make the little bitch suffer. Whirling into flames, she shot up to the open hallway behind the man, flashing back into her corporeal form. “Hello,” she purred. The man turned, his eyes lighting up as he saw her sultry form. He said something to her in Japanese. She knew from his tone it was degrading. Her smile was deadly as she lashed out with her fire, burning away his thoughts. The bucket fell from his hands as the man stumbled back, screaming in pain. She savored his cries. Her fires overwhelmed the part of him in control, leaving her in command of his body. He shook his head, his eyes blurry, then he straightened up, obedient to her will. “Go into the room, kill the girl.” He nodded, starting to walk back to room 203. “But have some fun with her first,” she laughed. “Really degrade the bitch before you kill her.” Zaritha pressed her thighs together as he unlocked the motel room and walked inside. There was a startled scream, the bed rasping. Her pussy itched, and Zaritha retreated out of the well lit hallway to the snowy night, her fingers plunging between her thighs as she pictured little Fumi's last moments. Her orgasm shuddered hot through her body. To be continued...