Page 62 of Macon

Mistress is watching the girl now. “More. Make her purr, my kitty. I want to see how long until it wears off.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The girl lowers her body and replaces her fingers with her mouth, and my body jerks.

My body reacts to her, and I fight it as long as I can but fuck, I can’t stop it. Enraged, I try to lift my hand to hit her, but Mistress swats it away.

Little by little, I feel my body coming back to life with feeling. I try to lift my hand again, but this time, the girl grabs my hand and holds it.

“Little more,” Mistress purrs like she’s enjoying this just as much as the girl.

The girl slips a finger between my folds, then enters my ass.

I scream at the top of my lungs. “NO!!”

Mistress sees my body convulse again and laughs.

The girl moans as her mistress looks at her watch and snaps, “Enough.”

The girl stops immediately, sitting up between my legs. I lower my eyes to see her fully naked, wiping her mouth with a smile.

Mistress looks down at me with a sinister smirk. “Perfect. Next time, we’ll know how much to use.”

My eyes go wide as I look up at her. Shaking my head frantically, I say repeatedly, “No!”

Mistress waves her hand at the girl. “Kiska, you may finish yourself off.”

The girl’s on her knees between my legs. I focus on her as she opens herself up and begins fingering herself furiously.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she moans, grabbing her breast. She looks down at me, and I gasp.

Her hair falls in front of her face, and she looks possessed as she fucks herself. The sweet, innocent girl has turned into a freak who is staring at my body as she gets off.

“Good little, kitty. Let me hear you purr,” Mistress says, folding her arms over her chest.

The girl starts franticly thrusting her fingers inside herself and crying out her climax.

Mistress cackles with amusement, suddenly snapping her fingers, and the girl’s face turns from orgasmic to terrified.

She snaps her fingers again.

Instantly, like night and day, the girl becomes that innocent little thing again, quickly moving off the bed. Placing her hands to her side, she bows her head, keeping her eyes on the ground. I turn my head to the other side of me, where I see a bald-headed man grab my arm before plunging a needle into me.

Oh God! Please. Somebody help me.

Before I can react, darkness consumes me again.

The party has been in full swing for hours. I’ve stayed sober for the most part. I want to be alert and make sure Sin has a good time. The girls haven’t left her side since we came down here, making her feel welcome.

We patched our prospects and celebrated Izzy’s hit song, which reached the top billboard charts.

Everyone is having a good time dancing and partying. I’ve mostly just been observing and watching her reactions. She’s so different than her sister.

After a few drinks, Sin let some of her guard down. I can still see the subtle looking around, always watching the doors and people in her close vicinity. Her head is on a constant swivel.

She’s good. I guess years of being in protective custody does that to a person. She asked if she could continue to carry her gun. I told her of course she could. Shit, most of the people in here are carrying some kind of weapon.

She definitely looks sinful tonight, with her red hair cascading down around her face. Gone are her baggy clothes. She’s wearing skin-tight jeans and her combat boots, which I know has a knife slipped inside.

Ginger gave her a Harley tank top, which shows her muscular arms and perfect handful-size tits. They are completely real, not like her sister, who definitely has implants.

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