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Ladies of the Knight update
🕑 Added 2021-02-11 18:00:00 +0000 UTC“You stink, little girl,” Julia said, her voice not full of rancor so much as distaste for the state Carrie was in. “You’re dirty as a dog. Is that what you are, Carrie? A filthy little dog?”
Carrie couldn’t answer—she was sure anything she said would bring on punishment as Julia stripped her of her clothing, the woman’s hands wandering freely over her exposed body. She touched the lips of Carrie’s cunt and scratched her fingernails along the nubile curves of her hips. She tweaked Carrie’s stiff nipples and even pulled at Carrie’s lips, gazing judgmentally at how they fit between her pinching fingers.
Carrie couldn’t deny her anything. She didn’t have either the strength or the will to protest. It felt too good for her to even dislike the liberties Julia took with her.
“Such pretty red hair,” Julia said mockingly. “Not even in the way.” With it cropped close to Carrie’s skull, Julia didn’t have to lift it aside to slip a collar around her neck. Carrie felt a pang of humiliation as she realized there was a leash attached to the collar. “Is the doggie ready for her bath?”
Julia pulled on the leash, not waiting for an answer. The other end tightened on Carrie’s slender throat until she willingly moved with the tension on the leash. Anger fired through her, but she had no way to act on it.
“Come on, doggie, bath time!” Julia cooed, even as she jerked on the leash hard enough to make the collar cut into Carrie’s throat.
“Don’t you fucking—“ Carrie came up rushing at Julia, who watched her coolly as she lurched toward her. She’d hoped to find out how much spine the little bitch had; now she’d know.
Julia ducked Carrie’s slap and slammed her fist into Carrie’s flat belly. Even as Carrie doubled up, Julia pulled on the leash, jerking Carrie upright, then slapped her hand onto Carrie’s mound. She closed her fist tight, grinding the pressure of her grip into Carrie’s sensitive cunt, and Carrie panted in mingled pain and arousal.
“Bitch!” Julia hissed, pulling Carrie up onto her toes with her other hand’s grip on the leash. “Don’t you ever try that again! You like Master Bruce touching you? I can make you so ugly he won’t even want to look at you. Do you hear me?”
Carrie nodded her head, her spirit crumbling, accepting that she would have to give into this woman if she wanted to be Bruce’s lover.
“Bark if you heard me,” Julia instructed, pulling on the leash to roughly force Carrie’s body against her own. “Bark like a dog. Like a little bitch who’s willing to take her bath and eat her mistress’s cunt.”
“Please,” Carrie whimpered, leaning her body against Julia’s. She felt like she could barely stand, barely breathe, like the rush of adrenaline that had fueled her attack on Julia had left her now with no energy at all. “I’m so sorry, Mistress. I won’t do anything like that again.”
“Good girl,” Julia cooed, her voice light now that Carrie was agreeing with her. She kissed Carrie’s shoulder, leaving red bite marks that would fade into hickeys in time. “Good dog. Are you ready for your bath?”
“Yes…” Julia still had not let go of her death grip on Carrie’s pussy. Carrie felt like she was on the verge of coming as the pain mounted and mounted. She hated the thought that all this was exciting her somehow, but then, how hard had she come when Bruce was doing much the same to her? Maybe it wasn’t just how sexy he was. Maybe Carrie was just a slut for anyone masterful enough to use her. “I would like that very much, Mistress.”
“Do you want to lick my pussy?” Julia asked innocently, moving down to bite the flesh of Carrie’s right bicep. Her teeth moved to the inside of the arm, where the skin was less tanned, more tender seeming. “Don’t you want to kiss and mouth my cunt and tell me how good it tastes?”
Carrie didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t deny the woman, but she wouldn’t bark like a dog. She couldn’t demean herself that way. “Let me eat your pussy! I want to make you come!”
“Then bark like a dog!” Julia ordered, biting into Carrie’s arm until Carrie could feel her blood burning between her teeth, about to spill from her broken skin.
Carrie fell, her legs buckling out from under her. Julia let her drop, giving her enough slack on the leash to hit the floor without her fall being checked. Carrie landed in a tangle of limbs, whimpering wordlessly at the high heels of Julia Pennyworth. She felt like a cowering animal at the foot of its master.
“Bark!” Julia ordered, sounding very nearly bored. She drilled the spiked heel of her right shoe into the lobe of Carrie’s ear, pinning it to the ground. “Bark like a dog or I’ll beat you like a dog!”
Carrie opened her mouth and bleated, though in her muddled state of submission, she sounded more like she was enunciating a literal W-O-O-F than imitating the sound it made.
“That’s the best you can do?” Julia actually sounded sad. She prodded Carrie’s jaw with her foot. “Lick my shoe, doggie. Shine it with your bitch tongue.”
Carrie kept making barking noises as she parted her lips and ran her tongue over the leather of Julia’s high heels. An insistent voice in her head reminded her, over and over again, that Julia hadn’t told her to stop, so she kept going, moving from one shoe to the other to be sure she was following Julia’s order as thoroughly as possible.
The first touch of Carrie’s tongue to the shiny leather of Julia’s shoes made her blanch at the taste, but she didn’t stop. Barking intermittently, she licked the shoe until it shone with wetness. And as she did, she thought of how beautiful Julia was, how perfectly formed her body was. She had an hourglass figure, her hips as wide as her breasts were full, while her legs were long and shapely, her waist perfectly slender. Carrie felt ashamed of her own slim curves, her red hair and round face. It was a wonder Bruce wanted her when he had this woman to sleep with. Carrie was barely worthy to give her this shoeshine.
“Oh yes, doggie, that’s how you do it!” Julia rubbed at the lips of her pussy, using the handle of her whip to masturbate herself through the leather that enclosed her groin. “Don’t forget the bottoms. Suck on the heel. Show me what a good girl you’d be if Bruce’s big, fat cock were here now…”
Julia offered the bottom of her shoe to Carrie’s tongue, practically stepping on her face, and Carrie took the spiky heel inside her mouth. She sucked it, polishing it with her tongue, licking the cool leather the same way she would tease the throbbing shaft of a man’s erection. At the thought of that, her mouth watered and her pussy warmed. She was getting hot, thinking of the next time she’d get to service Bruce. She just had to please Julia enough and then she would be his bitch again.
“You’re doing a very adequate job, Julia,” Bruce said from the other side of the room, where he sat at his desk, casually looking over some paperwork. “I do believe she’s starting to get worked up.”
“Is my doggie getting hot?” Julia asked, broadcasting concern at Carrie. “Oh, poor little doggie. Licking my shoes gets you all wet, does it? Then it’d be cruel of me not to let you suck on the other one.”
Carrie shuddered with shameful lust as Julia gave her the other foot, popping the spiked heel into her lips. Carrie knew what a pathetic picture she must make, groveling at Julia’s feet, but she couldn’t care about that anymore. Her pussy was getting hotter, the feeling of arousal erasing the pain and tired soreness from her body. She eagerly sucked on the phallic heel, sliding her lips down the spike as if she could cajole Bruce into fucking her again by showing him how she could throat his cock.
“Very good,” Julia murmured. She pinched her nipples as she shifted her weight on the foot she had in Julia’s face, effectively pumping the heel into Carrie’s mouth and back out again, fucking it. “Very good, doggie. Keep barking and lick my stockings!”
Carrie’s eyes flashed up to her pussy. She could clearly see its shape through the leather, the fat mound and the narrow slit between those lips. She saw some of the lush hair that was pressed flat by the tight embrace of the leather. Carrie knew that Julia’s pussy was going to be where her mouth ended up, but that didn’t matter. It was going to be like at the office, when Bruce had made Barbara go down on Carrie as he fucked her.
She was the slave now, another of Bruce’s pets, who’d be used as he saw fit. She wondered how many of them there were in Bruce’s harem, but that didn’t matter either. Julia wanted her to worship at her pussy, and so Bruce wanted her to worship at her pussy, and so she would.
Carrie barked like a dog when she wasn’t laving her tongue over Julia’s stockings. She licked both delicate ankles—her own had never struck her as particularly sensitive, but doing it to Julia made the woman gasp in pleasure. Carrie licked higher, over Julia’s calves, tantalized by the taste she got of Julia’s bare flesh through the gauzy material of her stockings.
And she made Julia mewl with sudden pleasure when she fastened her lips to the back of her mistress’s knee and sucked hard. Carrie remembered how Julia had bit at her flesh, but didn’t think of reciprocating. She fit too well underneath Julia. Julia was her mistress and she was a slut to be played with.
“Very worked up indeed,” Bruce marveled, looking up again from his work. “I thought she’d be out for days once I’d finished with her, but you’ve got her going again. She’s going to make a very good house pet once she’s broken in.”
“Any woman’s good once I’m done with them,” Julia breathed as Carrie licked over the trembling lushness of her thighs. “And only a good girl deserves to get your cock.”
“Just let me know when,” Bruce said. Under his desk, Carrie could see that his prick was stiff and purple and dripping precum. “I’ve love to see how she does after your training.”
“When I’m done with her!” Julia retorted, though she still smiled at how Carrie was serving her. She watched expectantly as Carrie licked at the tops of her stockings—waiting, as Carrie was, for the first touch of her tongue against Julia’s bare skin.
Carrie felt more flushed and embarrassed as they talked over her. Bruce and Carrie were equals of a sort, but she was only a toy they played with, a pet they owned. And yet her sex clenched at the thought and her body hummed with a pleasurable tension as she licked over the buckle of Julia’s garter.
“Good doggie!” Julia jerked on Carrie’s leash, pushing her hips forward into the contact as Carrie’s tongue lapped at the heated flesh of her thighs. “You know what to do now, dog. Show me how much you like the taste of my cunt. Bark for my cunt. You don’t deserve it—you have to earn even smelling it.”
Carrie smelled it already—a spicy musk, fainter but somehow thicker through the leather that bound up Julia’s cunt. It didn’t appeal to her, but her pussy was still clenching on itself, her squeezing folds rolling against each other with freshly excited lubrication. She tongued her way over the balmy skin of Julia’s firm thighs and ran her tongue over the leather that nestled tightly against Julia’s mound.
“I wish I could say you’ve broken her in, but I think this one is down to my superb taste,” Bruce said. Casually, with only a little thickening of his voice, he was jerking on his erection as he stared at the two girls’ play. “She’s a natural born slut. No one else would be sucking you off right through those panties. Only a whore, born and bred.”
Carrie listened to Bruce’s words, heard the filthy way he was referring to her, but it only made her more excited. Yes, she was sucking at the leather that covered Julia’s pussy, she was actually trying to lick through it with her tongue and get to the full taste of Julia’s womanhood. She was gagging for the taste of Julia’s bare flesh—gasping for breath and writhing in excitement and barking to keep pleasing Julia enough to allow her to lick her cunt.
“Maybe so,” Julia breathed, feeling Carrie’s tongue right through the leather. “I think a slut’s the only one who could take that cock of yours, Bruce. You fuck the niceness right out of a girl. All that’s left is a whore or a sub. Mmmm… and I can make do with either.”
“Is she getting you off, Julia?” Bruce asked. He was standing now, coming around his desk, jerking his massive prick within arm’s reach of the action. “Does she need any encouragement or is she a natural at making you come?”
“She’s… she’s…” Julia did a slow bump and grind against Carrie’s greedy mouth, while staring lustfully at the big cock Bruce was tempting her with. She waved him closer. “Shut up. Just let me have that beautiful cock!”
Bruce didn’t need her to ask him twice. He walked shamelessly up to her and brandished his prick in front of her face. Julia cooed sensually as she got a close look at it, her fingers playing with her stiff nipples while Carrie kept mouthing her leather-clad cunt. She reached out a hand to wrap around the enormous member and brought it against her lustfully contorted face, rubbing its slimy heat on her already flushed skin.
“Lick, doggie!” Julia ordered, spreading her legs so that was no limit to how far Carrie could bury herself in her cunt. Grinding her face into Julia’s groin, Carrie managed to thrust her tongue under the leather covering. She got her first taste of another woman’s sex and her flesh ignited with lust. “I’m coming, you little bitch, I’m coming!”
Julia let herself come, giving in to the pleasure of Carrie slaving at the lips of her cunt with a hard-working tongue. She felt the leather be inundated by her cream and writhed deliciously against Carrie’s mouth as her bitch’s lips smacked at all of the sweet taste she could get to. She’d sensed from the moment they’d met that there was a wanton slut waiting to come out of the nice, normal girl Carrie had presented herself as. She was ecstatic to finally meet her.
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Gundam lupus
i am wondering if it is Julia penyworth.
Shendude
Man, I've been waiting for this, and I'm not disappointed! And I don't normally go for this stuff!
