Bailey flushed as he teased her, her cheeks turning a dark red as she looked away from him, biting her lower lip, but still the moans came as she squirmed and looked back at him. She trembled slightly as she wondered what would happen to her, she just wanted to go home. She could imagine what her roommates must be thinking and she let out a low whimper, but knew if she voiced her desires and her opinions, she'd be punished. Even though, she was never a slave before, she somehow knew that the only thing that mattered when you were a slave, was your Master's opinions and desires. She let out another moan again, her back arching, her juices dripping as he continued to pound into her and she could feel her walls begin to clench tighter and tighter as she moaned out, nearing climax, her back arching as she moved in rhythm with him, louder moans coming from her as she tried to hold back.
Christina's eyes fluttered open upon hearing loud moans coming from the basement and her eyes widened as she whimpered, her lower lip trembling as tears rolled down her cheeks. The cat part of her liked her Master, was jealous and upset that he was with someone, and not just anyone, but someone who used to bully her. She crawled down from the couch, her tail tucked in, and her ears back as she moved to the bedroom, on the far side of the house. She didn't want to hear the moans coming from the basement and so, entering the unused guest bedroom, nudging it open with her hands, she crawled onto the bed, a plume of dust going up, before she crawled beneath the covers. Still crying and sniffling a bit, she crawled under the covers until she was buried at the foot of the bed, curling her tail around herself, she tried to think of soothing thoughts and suddenly longed to have the freedom she once did. The more the drug wore off, the more her human thoughts begin to return and she almost scoffed herself for being jealous, she was human, not a cat, not a pet, but a human, why feel such intense emotions for a man who practically kidnapped her off the streets. She shook her head lightly as she bit her lower lip, though, the drugs still raced heavily through her veins, she felt a pang of regret for thinking such things as she let out a low whimper.
Christina's eyes fluttered open upon hearing loud moans coming from the basement and her eyes widened as she whimpered, her lower lip trembling as tears rolled down her cheeks. The cat part of her liked her Master, was jealous and upset that he was with someone, and not just anyone, but someone who used to bully her. She crawled down from the couch, her tail tucked in, and her ears back as she moved to the bedroom, on the far side of the house. She didn't want to hear the moans coming from the basement and so, entering the unused guest bedroom, nudging it open with her hands, she crawled onto the bed, a plume of dust going up, before she crawled beneath the covers. Still crying and sniffling a bit, she crawled under the covers until she was buried at the foot of the bed, curling her tail around herself, she tried to think of soothing thoughts and suddenly longed to have the freedom she once did. The more the drug wore off, the more her human thoughts begin to return and she almost scoffed herself for being jealous, she was human, not a cat, not a pet, but a human, why feel such intense emotions for a man who practically kidnapped her off the streets. She shook her head lightly as she bit her lower lip, though, the drugs still raced heavily through her veins, she felt a pang of regret for thinking such things as she let out a low whimper.