Page 9 of Anorthic Anarchy

“The girl has snake’s blood. And I must do my duty by filling her womb, but I won’t care for her.”

The corners of Dilan’s red lips lift. “Yes, sir. She does seem a bit wild.”

“I will tame her.” When I throw open my bedroom doors, Ceylon glances up, then quickly lowers her head to the floor. My dinner tray lays on her bare back as she rests on all fours in front of my evening chair.

A few of the women play with each other on my bed, including Yasmina.

Standing over Ceylon, I tap her chin up with the toe of my shoe. “Where is your collar, slave?”

“I-I…it’s gone, sir. I think someone stole it.” Her voice shakes with fear, and I love that I put that emotion inside of her. It makes my cock thicken in my trousers.

“Then you don’t pass inspection. You understand this is your punishment, correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

I cross an ankle over my knee as I sit, being observed by the others. Taking a napkin from my makeshift lady table, I flare it out and tuck it inside my black button-down shirt. With arduous movements, I slice into the sirloin, careful not to let the plate slide across my table’s skin. I enjoy every savory morsel of the steak by letting it roll around on my palate. The sole of my shoe fits nicely over her fingers as I tap them with a gentle touch to remind her, “Don’t move.”

I give Dilan a nod and she takes off for the evening, leaving along with the door slave. Turning my head, I observe the evening’s entertainment on the red velvet canopied bed.

Lydia lies back on the pillows with both Yasmina and Chloe situated between her thighs. She’s being reluctant again, and it’s past time to end this nonsense. “Yasmina, Chloe. Stop eating her cunt. Lydia, you’ll be my lesbian girlfriend tonight. Lick Chloe’s pussy like you love it.”

As I take a bite of my dinner, the girls obey with their respectiveyes, sirs. Yasmina sits on the edge of the mattress, looking lost, like she doesn’t know what to do with her hands.

“Yasmina, come and kneel by my side. You may feed me.” With a relieved smile, she hurries over, her long light brown locks falling over her shoulders as she does. Lifting the fork to my lips, she offers me a bite, and I monitor her perky tits as I do. My fingers reach out to pinch one of her nipples, then twist slightly until she squirms. Her discomfort brings more blood to my growing dick. Once I chew, I grip her jaw, commanding her, “Open.”

I spit the piece of meat inside her willing mouth, and she eats it with a seductive grin. “Did you like that? Would you like more for being my good girl?” We trade a few more pieces of the steak together. Watching her mouth move entices me enough that I clasp my lips onto hers, shoving my tongue inside to get a taste of what she has, then stroke back her hair. Some of my saliva streams from the corner of her mouth as I whisper on her cheek, “Good girl, for wearing your collar and being so obedient to your master. For being prepared for your inspections. You love to please me, don’t you?”

She nods, and I feel the bond between her and Ceylon distancing. When I place a little pat on her behind, she wiggles so her thighs rub together.

I brush my lips against her forehead, and she melts against them. “Do you love me, Yasmina?”

Breathless, she whispers, “Yes, sir.” Her breasts heave dramatically, a flush of pink flooding her pretty cheeks. It makes me rise further, tenting my pants and ready to finish my meal.

With a glance at my table, I spot a few tears falling from her eyes onto the floor. That should do it. The girls need to keep their focus on me alone.

A loud moan pulls my attention to the center of the room as Chloe fakes an orgasm. My teeth grind at the irritating sound until I stand, knocking over the dinner tray, then I’m over to the bed in four strides. Ripping a paddle from the wall above theheadboard, I give it a hearty swing, landing on Lydia’s ass until she screams. As she tries to raise her head, I shove it into Chloe’s pussy. “Eat her cunt. You’ll learn to love it like my good lesbian girlfriend. No more dick for you until you please her. Do you understand?”

Whimpering and sniffing, she nods into her lover's thighs.

After another smack on her reddened ass, she raises enough to pant out, “Yes, sir.”

I’ll take her to the dungeons and whip her back until it’s raw if she forgets to respect me one more time. The thought of it makes me raging hard, the fury flowing to my groin.

“You have ten minutes to get her off. And you’ll lick her all night if she doesn’t.”

Spreading Chloe’s thighs wider, she settles in deeper, using her nose. Chloe’s eyes narrow as she gives me a sly grin. Lydia’s been too selfish recently. She’ll learn one way or my way.

“Yasmina, service me.” Turning, I snap my fingers at Ceylon, who remains still for me other than her back, shivering as she cries. “Table, don’t you dare move.”

Like a symphony, I orchestrate the women in sections. Yasmina drops to her knees in front of me and undoes my belt, then pulls out my cock, suckling it between her generous lips. Still gripping the paddle tightly, I pillage Lydia’s thigh to get myself harder. Her wails of agony make my hips thrust forward into Yasmina’s throat. I grip the girl’s head, shoving in deeper, harder, until she gags.

Afraid of getting vomited steak on my cock, I pull back. Though if she expels our dinner, I’d just have Ceylon lick it up. Nodding toward the bed, I instruct Yasmina, “On your back next to Chloe.” Once she gets into position, the two girls hold hands and peck lips. It’s their little comfort measure they’ve developed, and I allow it. The two are rarely disobedient.

I strip the rest of my clothes off and situate my thighs under Yasmina’s generous tan ones, then let the backs of my knuckles roll over Lydia’s sore cheeks and she whimpers in reply. Shoving into Yasmina’s warm slick, I glance at her dark brown eyes, then slide my gaze across the others.

Grasping Lydia’s neck, I show her the rhythm Chloe needs as I do the same to Yasmina’s cunt with my cock. “Like this. Right here. See how she folds into you? How desperate she is? Her moans are faster now, slave. Her wetness is pouring out. She’s pulsing for you. Sheneedsyou, Lydia. Finish her. Stick your fingers inside her pussy.”

Lydia does as she’s told, her nose diving against Chloe’s clit as the girl’s back arches off the bed, her dyed pink hair splaying over the pillow. Instructing her further, I say, “There, yes. Just like that. Look at her face, Lydia.”

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