Free Cruise by Jurgen von Stuka Page B

bloody ass and easily inserted his rock hard prick into the forward space recently vacated by the combination electronic dildoe and catheter. This time the girl responded with a loud verbal moan and a fart from her now empty asshole.
    “My, my, Karine, too bad about that methane escape. You know what that will get you, don’t you? The nipple suction fittings will be attached to your tits after I leave and you can enjoy a full eight hours of having your tits sucked and milked. This is excellent training for what is to come, so I know you’ll appreciate it. You should restrain yourself from venting those gaseous elements so that when you get to the farm you can accommodate us with plenty of gas for the heating system in winter,” Brillcart laughed and, as was his custom, punctuated his comments with deeper and harder thrusts into the depths of the already well-stretched and lubricated cunt below him. The girl babbled incoherently as he fucked her.
    It took longer than the ass reaming and she seemed to be getting into it when Brillcart came once again and quickly pulled out, observing with detachment the continued slow rotation of the girl’s hips and ass, even though his own rough plunging had ceased.
    “Ah, Karine, you are such a whore,” he lectured the former grade school teacher as he pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. “I had no idea you were so into being bound and fucked, but you are, despite your preference for girls, a great fuck and I will see to it that your daily rations are appropriately supplemented with more sexual stimulants tonight. Perhaps we can do this again soon. I enjoy your cunt and asshole immensely, preferring them to the dark and ruined caves of some of your dungeon mates, for sure. So…until next time, enjoy the freedom you have now. Hans will come by later to demonstrate how the electrical milkers work and take care of your physical therapy, reposition you for the next twenty-four hours and attend to any of your sanitary requirements. Have a nice day, as the Americans say.”
    Brillcart stepped to the cell door, unlocked it and eased himself out and back into the damp corridor. He left the light on in the cell and caught one final, tantalizing view of Bibi’s suffering friend, bent forward, stretched over the steel rail with fluids running down her legs, her glowing, beaten ass sticking up into the air, arms pulled forward with the heavy manacles and chains and her nice, ripe tits stretched towards the floor.
    “What a nice piece of ass,” Brillcart said as he slammed the steel door. It suddenly occurred to him that he had not, as yet, responded to the recently encrypted email from a wealthy African Diamond Mine operator, enquiring about his desire and need for a young European slut that he could add to his “facility”, as he called it.
    “While I usually get my supplies by boat from the Caribbean,” the message said, “there are times when that provider falls short of my increasingly broad needs. If you have anything available, please send me details, as I am prepared to pay more than the going rate for fine merchandise.”
    Brillcart ruminated about this request and made a mental note to learn more about this Caribbean slave source and considered offering Karine, and hopefully Bibi as well, as a package deal to the African mine owner.
    Might be more thrilling for them to visit the deep and forbidding kingdom of the darkest continent , he considered, once again noting that Karine was indeed several levels better, more refined, than much of his present collection of dungeon sluts.
    “I’ll bet the big blond is even better,” Brillcart said quietly to himself. “Until I get her in here, I’ll just have to remain satisfied with you, her girl fuck friend. I have a feeling that once she finds out that I have you, it won’t be long before she arrives on my doorstep with her legs spread, begging me to take her and let you go. That’ll be the day, ha, ha, ha...” he laughed