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Samantha finds Trouble

... wanted to see what was going on. She nudged the door open more so that she could see. The sight of a young woman in a black robe kneeling met Samantha’s eyes. The woman had shoulder-length auburn hair and grey-blue eyes. There was a figure in front of the woman, but Samantha couldn’t see who it was. “Yes, Yes, you did. And for that, I shall reward you with nourishment to help you in your long ordeal.” said the Man in Green. “Oh, Thank you! Thank you, Master!” said the kneeling woman, relief and joy filling her face. ‘Big deal!’ thought Samantha, ‘So she gets a free meal, there’s plenty of food downstairs’. Samantha eased the door back and decided to continue on to the sounds coming from the end of the hall. The door at the end of the hall had a square hole cut into it with ornate bars covering the hole, like the kind you’d see in a castle’s dungeon in an old Frankenstein movie. As Samantha moved closer, warm, moist air breezed into her face and the sounds of people in ecstasy echoed throughout the hall. Obscene words carried by the wind filled Samantha’s ears and her own arousal filled her body as images of such carnal depravity filled her mind. The dirty thoughts that she had envisioned, however, didn’t do the scene that greeted Samantha any justice. The room was large and filled with people. There were cushions wall-to-wall and mirrors on every surface. There was smoke wafting through the room, which was both light and dark thanks to the track lighting, which threw pools ...

... of light onto the floor of writhing bodies. “Oh, God, Fuck my Ass!” Samantha attention zeroed in on this last shout, as it sounded familiar. There, not more then ten feet away, on a raised dais in a pool of light was the woman that had spoken to her downstairs. ‘Bevy? Yes, that was her name’ thought Samantha as she watched in awe. Bevy’s black hair was streaked with white and was plastered to her forehead. Her mascara had run, leaving light black streaks down her cheeks. Her face was shiny, though from sweat or from something else, Samantha couldn’t tell. Bevy was down on all fours, her massive breasts almost touching the floor. There was a man behind her, holding onto her hips, moving her back and forth, but he was wreathed in shadow and Samantha couldn’t see his face. A shadow blocked Samantha’s view and when it left a minute later, Bevy had fresh white globs running down her chin. A white-streaked tongue tried vainly to scoop up what it could despite the severe jostling that Bevy’s body was taking. “Oh, Please, Cum in my ass! Show me what I Good Whore I am!” screamed Bevy. The man lifted his head as he orgasmsed, the light at last revealing his face. Samantha stared in shock as the face she saw was that of her husband’s! Chapter 8 Blinded by the tears that were streaming down her face, Samantha ran blindly back down the corridor, all attempts at stealth forgotten. She nearly fell down the stairs more than once as she raced back to the main hall. She was so distraught, she ...