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head so that she could see Karn plunging his hand and forearm into a tub of lard, the yellowish-white fat coating his arm to the elbow as he withdrew the limb from the pail.
    “You have disrespected my wishes, my commandments if you will, one too many times for my liking, my dove of peace. Prepare to meet the hawk of war. Theresa found herself thrown onto her stomach perpendicular to the divan so from her shoulders up, she hung over the back while her lower body from the top of the thighs hung over the front. She watched Karn’s bare feet walk out of view but heard him stride to the front of the divan, where her tight pussy stood open to invasion. Comprehension dawned as she was inverted to land on her back and she stared up at Rosa’s snatch, the honeydew already starting to seep between her pussy lips. Theresa dared to try to struggle, but only for a second as she felt the pressure of Rosa’s mind holding her immobile.
    “God,” Theresa shrieked, “Noooo!”
    “Must we do this tired dance again, T? God? Really?” Rosa cooed.
    Rosa cut short Theresa's attempted response by lowering her now slathered and dewy cunt onto Theresa’s face. Her neck bent back at an awkward, precarious angle that forced her to submit because her legs were held by hands that felt like iron bands. Theresa felt hogtied without the binding ropes on her wrists and ankles, but the pressure on her spine made her think that she would break in two. She registered through the red hot pain streaking up and down her spine, that her legs had been raised in a spread “V” position with ankles pointed to the mosaic tiled ceiling.
    “Eat me, you reckless slut. Break away from servicing my needs and Karn will split you in two pieces.” This was no mere threat. Theresa definitely sensed that.
    Rosa’s fang trimmed peach met Theresa’s open, gasping lips and sought her ingress, for which she was rewarded, as Theresa snaked her tongue over the nerve-bound bundle. Karn was about to begin the process of assaulting Theresa’s pliant love orifice, but Rosa signaled him to stop. He bowed his head in salute and backed from the room. Rosa continued to enjoy the oral ministrations until she felt the waves of a coming orgasm approaching. In her squatting position over the prone Theresa who licked Rosa with wanton abandon from beneath, the tsunami of sensation reached her panic button and seismically radiated out through her entire being. Theresa greedily lapped up cunt juice as it oozed plentifully from her mistress. Rosa had put a deathly fear inside Theresa with the threatened - but, thankfully unrealized - pussy fisting, and she was grateful to her maker who suddenly stood and seemingly walked through the stone wall.
    ‘ What was that?’ thought a bewildered Theresa. ‘I please her and she just disappears? WTF! Or should I say What Not The Fuck? Rosa is so distant. Doesn’t she care about me anymore? She acts like she’s disappointed and I don’t know why, exactly. Bored, even.’
    Theresa felt used and tossed on the garbage heap, and quite frankly, sexually unfulfilled for the first time since her high school days when finding an adequate lover was difficult. Need and want throbbed in time with her swollen clit. Pondering the situation, she suddenly found herself in another chamber. It was a porcelain tiled bathing spa. Steam swirled from an octagonal, sunken Jacuzzi type tub three feet deep and tiled in varying shades of red, purple, and pastel pink. The floor, walls, and ceiling followed suit and the mosaic created an illusion of motion. Condensation beaded and dripped off of every shining surface running in rivulets to a small circular drain grate that appeared to be made of gold. Theresa “forgot” about the existence of Karn and the heretofore hidden room as she took in the spa. Mai Ling appeared, and with a look of confusion on her oriental features, stared at Theresa, asking silently for an explanation.
    Before Theresa could attempt to