Babala's Correction (25 page)

Manto grunted and pulled his cock from her bottom, holding the thick column of flesh in his hands as he anointed her buttocks with his seed, but before she could prepare herself Patman rolled her over onto her back. She tried to close her thighs but they were pushed apart once more.

‘None of that, little miss,' he warned, sinking down between her legs. He, too, had his penis enclosed in a pouch, but he quickly released the thongs that held it about his waist. ‘Now lift your knees,' he ordered, leering toothlessly down at her as she whimpered, her cunny stretching open around his thrusting cock.

‘She's tight!' he panted, stabbing his hips at her. ‘Tight as a virgin!' and then the odour of humid male flesh enveloped Babala as Gelput straddled her face, his heavy balls brushing her forehead as he positioned his penis at her lips.

‘Open wide now,' he giggled, and as she meekly acquiesced his helmet stretched her lips apart and the gnarled column sank between them, filling her mouth and nudging to the back of her throat. He squeezed a hand under her neck and lifted a little to alter the angle of her head, giving him better access into her mouth, and then began to move slowly back and forth on his powerful haunches, gleefully fucking her there...

 

‘Babala! Wake up!' She could not believe it; she opened her eyes and the Taskmaster was bending over her. Was she dreaming?

‘It's all over,' he said, picking her up, cradling her in his muscular arms.

‘But... what happened?' she murmured, and tears of relief meandered down her pale cheeks. The three rogues lay nearby, unmoving, and she saw the stains of blood on their tunics and on the ground, and turned her eyes away, feeling the nausea rise to her throat.

‘It was the Lady Fazath,' he explained as he carried her away from the clearing. ‘She had her knives and the fools hadn't bothered to search her. Chained though she was, she managed to reach out of the carriage and cut my ropes...'

‘And you killed them,' Babala whispered.

‘I did,' he replied, but said no more.

‘And what will become of the Lady Fazath now?' she asked softly.

‘Well,' he mused, ‘despite her being the cause of all the trouble we've been through, I'll make sure she resumes her position in the palace and is not punished further. After all, if it had not been for her we would all have our throats slit by now.'

They reached the carriage and freed Fazath and the nervous driver, and then with Babala wrapped in furs and snuggled close beside the Taskmaster they continued on their journey. She smiled to herself and relaxed with the rhythmic movement of the carriage as they drew ever nearer the palace of Ellipsis. Home at last, she thought contentedly.

 

Enjoy more erotic damsel in distress adventures by Bethany Amber in Bride of the Revolution and Indecent Intent, both also published by us at Chimera:

 

Bride of the Revolution

 

 

  

She took a fearful glance over her shoulder. They were gaining on her. The slap of their feet on the muddy ground made Grace sob; a sound that caught in her tortured throat. Grace's chest hurt. She could scarcely draw breath. They were gaining on her, would catch her.

A huge hand fastened like a vice about her tiny wrist. With a breath she felt must surely be her last she managed a scream of fear. Her flimsy rags, sodden with rain, clung and caressed the length of her creamy body as the man whirled her round...

 

Grace, raven-haired and delicately voluptuous, is plucked from the Revolution-torn streets of Paris to be trained by Madame de Genlis, the mistress of Philipe, the Duke of Orleans.

The training is strict and there are many occasions when Grace dreams of escape, but she is drawn into the decadence and sensuality of the court. Passive and compliant by nature, she cannot help but please those around her.

Her beauty and submissive ways attract the attention of Lord Fitzpatrick, and she becomes his wife. Little does she know that her mysterious husband leads a dangerous double life into which she cannot help but become embroiled.

Despite the spankings and humiliation Grace endures at the hands of aristos and revolutionaries alike, she remains unspoilt. Even on the steps of the guillotine her soft smile and revealing gown bring the mob to mesmerised silence.

But will the mysterious stranger known as the Black Rose save her...?

 

Indecent Intent

 

 

  

‘You… you must punish me, master.'

‘And how should I punish you?'

Susan nibbled her lower lip anxiously, despite her excitement again bubbling tantalizingly. ‘You, you should spank me, master.'

Verity smiled above her, gazing down at the beautiful form draped submissively over his lap. He enjoyed the feel of his penis growing inside his trousers, pressing up against her tummy. ‘Very good, my dear; you are right. I should, and I will, spank you.'

‘Please…' murmured the prone girl, instinctively clenching her buttocks a little in anticipation of the coming onslaught. ‘I deserve it, master.'

Verity stroked her silky smooth bottom a little longer, then his expression became severe again, he raised his hand and paused, watching her tense and hold her breath, making her wait...

 

Gabrielle Turner, a poor but gorgeous redhead with eyes the colour of the Caribbean, is on a short trip to Las Vegas from her trailer home in Florida, the trip paid for by her husband, Tom, having enjoyed an infrequent stroke of luck in a card game.

Indecently rich Marshall Verity propositions the couple and interests Tom in one of his lovely girls, and takes the opportunity to buy Gabrielle and spirit her away to his mansion home, where her life changes to one of utter luxury - but at a price!

Tiring of Verity's version of love in which she must be entirely submissive and willing to be humiliated at every opportunity, Gabrielle decides to end it all and jumps from the side of his luxury yacht, upon which she had been displayed like a trophy to Verity's clients.

Rescued by a beach bum off Key West, Gabrielle realises for certain that she hates Verity, but when he, Tom, and Robbie, the beach bum, play cards for her, who will win?

 

 

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