Kamara looked down at her, smiled into her eyes as Ali's fluttered with thought. He knew what she intended on saying even if she fell short in revealing it fully. He could feel her calculating as he hovered above her, his lips finding her own in a brief kiss before his eyes sought out her own.

“I love you too.” He pressed down with his full weight sweeping aside the sweet folds of her heated body as they completed each other as they joined together.

“How long have you been looking around for? Five minutes? Ten? Twenty?” The voice behind Ana asked though she felt hands sweep around her, seizing her breasts and squeezing as lips swept over her neck. His tongue crawling against her before his touch slowly extracted from her. His hand sweeping down the smoothness of her abdomen then stopped against the button of her pants and traced against it.

“Think hard, it will tell me how much time I have to play with mt little slave.”

She really had no idea, "ummm... I really don't know, exactly ... but this was the second room I found ... I didn't stay upstairs long ... too afraid to break something ... 10 or 15 minutes maybe". She remembered that Kamara had implied that she would be next. "He'll come for me ... when he's done with my cousin."

That idea seemed rediculous now as Nijima's hands were caressing her body. Ali and Kamara belonged together and she shouldn't get in the way. His lips were already torchuring her, tingling her restrained body, "... but you can keep me ... assuming you are ... enjoying yourself?"

In the less controlled room of Kamara's home, Ali's self restraints were lifted. His words and soft lips opened her heart wide to him, as his thick member opened her thighs to him. She felt his girth spreading her tight walls and she gladly received him. She would do anything for him now, and her lips pressed hard against his. Her finger tips starting to dig into his back now as she anticipates his full entry.

"Oh Kamara ... " she whispered.

“He'll come for you? Well then he won't find you.” It was as simple as that really, at least he made it sound. The room was sound proof after all and he unfastened the button on her pants as his tounch pressed against a shoulder. He drew those pants down her legs, slapped her ass then rubbed where he smacked.

“As if you had to ask,” further acceptance of this he peeled her panties down the length of her body, rubbed where he smacked then walked away from her for a moment before he returned, the feel of a lash against her bare back, not hard there was no cracking snap of a whip but it stung a little as he hit her.

“Such a bad girl, wandering around houses uninvited. But you already know that. You probably were not caught all that often if at all so you never where punished before now.” He neared her then leaned over her shoulder, his tongue coursing over her earlobe then a whisper as if there were someone else in the room.

“Perhaps you wanted to get caught. Perhaps you were just looking to be fucked senseless. Would you like to be fucked senseless, slave?”

Upstairs Kamara plunged into Ali with a groan as he parted tight muscles with his girth. A staggering breath as she kissed him, as her nails pinched into his back though his hands where shaping themselves to her curves, pressing against her breasts, rubbing them and otherwise feeling them beneath his grasp.

“Oh, Ali, you feel so good,” he brought his hips down against hers slowly taking her fully with each deep thrust into her core.

Little by little he uncovered her, as if slowly pealing away at her protective armor. If that was his plan it was working, standing there now in only her panties, she felt exposed to him. She had begun to grin at his comment of keeping her to himself, but suddenly yelled out. There was more surprise then pain, but the chains moved as she jerked. Her feet still firmly on the ground as the stinging lingered on her soft flesh.

Her treatment was a pure mix of sharp and gentle touch, and he seemed to be admiring his impression so far as his finger stroked her ass. She was confused at his moment of abandonment just after he had removed her last garment, until she felt the strap across her back. Again she yelled out, this time more of a gasp which just like the others echoed off the dungeon walls and ceiling.

Chills ran through her whole body this time, goose bumps flooded her skin as he spoke to her, his tongue stroking one of her most sensitive spots. She didn't answer at first, almost like she didn't know the correct thing to say. She wasn't sure how far he would take things, and she didn't want to disappoint him.

Outside of the sound proof room, there was no chance of disappointment. Kamara could do no wrong in Ali's eyes. She clung to him tightlly as he drove his hard cock inside her. Her legs wrapped around his backside and thighs allowing him to go just a little deeper. "Ahh ... Kamara ... you feel so good", her words mirroring his. Her insides throbbing, begging for yet more pleasure, her clit taking an impact with each thrust.

Her lips reached for his in between her pants, lifting her head off the pillow when needed. Soon she shifted her arms, moving so her hands could caress her own tits as he hovered over her. Her moans increased as their passion built and her arms came to clasp around his neck.

“So the slave refuses to answer her master,” he whipped her again, a little harder as he stepped forward, fingers grasping her hair and jerking her head back. His mouth fell against her exposed neck again before releasing it. He walked away from her only to appear a short time later in front of her with a rather large knife that he pressed to her chest. The blade slid down against her chest slowly.

The whip was gone, and now the tip of the blade traced against a nipple, scratching then knicking it enough to generate a small trickle of blood as he reached for the other.

He pressed his fingers against her breast, sweeping over it as he stood in front of her. “So hot … but you still have not answered me. Do I need to teach you more of a leason.

Upstairs Kamara gasped as he plunged down into Ali, filling her with an urgent need. The lips pressed together and he felt the security of her body wrap around him. He could here the squeak of the bed as he flowed inside her, his hands sweeping against her sides, brushing against them.

“So good ...” he gasped against her as he filled her with himself his pace beginning to increase against the glory of that heat that spread over his glorious erection.

There was no need to wonder how far he would go as the sharp tip stroked her breast. The blood seemed to inspire her, but the words flooded into her head too fast. For the first time fear filled her and her eyes filled with tears as her panted breaths began. Lips parted as he stood before her. Her eyes glanced up at him, "I ... I never meant ... to cause trouble ... Master." She blinked hard and the single tears fell to land on her full chest.

Her pussy was wet for him, that fact had not changed, and she hoped that calling him master as he had instructed would please him. She would rather he be teasing her or fucking her, surely if she just spoke the words he would draw no more blood from her. "Yes ... ", she started to say as her eyes cleared. "Yes ... I want you to fuck me", her voice more humble now with no trace of sarcasm.

So fully engaged as Kamara made love to her, Ali had no clue of what her cousin was going through. She could fell him throbbing inside her, knowing he was approaching his climax just as she approached her own. "Oh Kamara..." she repeated, their hips slamming into each other faster and faster. Her soaked walls still gripping as his piston rammed into her repeatedly forcing her body to slid slightly across the sheets with his motion.

Nijima grinned though he brought a hand up to her face, a thumb wiping at one of the tears there. He had sensed the stark change and he barely had to draw any blood, just a little nick but she was scared as he bent dow, washing his tongue over her nipple, sucking against her breast, he smiled as he pulled away.

“No, not yet Ana, not yet.” He disappeared from sight as he moved behind her again. Really he had no clue what he was doing her but he was enjoying himself. He had never thought much of his parents kink until now as he set down the knife, looked at the other tools.

He made a note to clean the blade later but walked back to Ana, standing behind her he set a hand against a hip as he brought the other between her thighs, rubbing against the slit of her sex with a vibrator that hummed to life as he pressed it to her clit.

“So fucking sweet! I don't think I can wait, despite wanting to. I want to fill you up, I want you to cream around me. Of course,, if your really waiting for my brother I could just let you run off.” He pulled her back so she would feel how hard he was beneath his pants. He groaned then sucked on her neck again. “I would hate for that to be the case, wouldn't you slave?”

Upstairs Kamara felt himself letting go, his eyes squinting shut as he felt sweet oblivion sweeping over him. He tried to slip out of her then, he didn't know if she were on the pill and he wasn't wearing a condom though the circle of her legs wound around his back prevented him from going too far as he groaned out, exploding inside that sweet honeyed entrance with hi own essence flinging into her core as he trembled above her, still pumping away with each passing moment.

Kamara's climax was enough to push Ali to her own. She should have been worried about the absence of a condom, about getting pregnant, but at that moment all she wanted was for him to continue slamming into her hot core. "Y-y-e-e-e-s", her whispers repeated "Don't ..stop..". Her hips worked hard to match his motions as he exploded inside her. His grunts mixed with her moans to make a passionate primal music that lingered on their labored breaths.

Soon her lustful energy faded, her thrusts were only halfway, but he legs seemed clamped around him permanently ... then she relaxed completely. All she could hear was their still pounding hearts and heavy breathing.

In the basement, Ana flinched each time Nijima touched her. She found his kind affections seeping through as he wiped her tears, and she couldn't prevent his suckling from arousing her further, but she was now on edge, not sure what he would do next. He intensified her insecurity as he walked away from her again.

Jerking as he returned with the cold hard plastic suddenly between her thighs and teasing her senses as it pressed against her tiny bud. His words spoke directly to her core, her visual mind seeing as he explained what he wanted to do to her now ... unless she didn't want him, and would rather wait for Kamara. Ana's sharp breath flooded the room as he grabbed her, and his bulging member proved his desire, unyeilding as it pressed into her spin.

She wanted him desparately. "N-no Nijima I only want you ...", her own fear reminded her of her error. "... Master", she corrected, her voice hesitant and hopeful that she answered correctly. Like a loving pet, she leaned her head gently to meet his.

Kamara thrusted away intp the sweet folds of heaven, sweeping past her entrance, each throb into her sending more of his essence into her. Ali had not complained so he assimed that they had been safe, his lips settling down on her own again, lingering against her own as her pressed his mouth to her own.

He tore away to breath in little gasps, he had groaned softly in pleasure with that final thrust into her to sensitive to continue he rested atop her, wapped up in her touch he smiled down at her. He needed a few moments but he intended on her keeping to her word and utterly exhausting him.

“Ali ...” he gasped a little, his tongue ducking behind an ear and wiggling against her before leaning down to capture a breast in his hungry mouth as he suckled the juicy tit in his warm mouth.

“... “ Nijima was silent as he pressed the tip of the vibrator to Ana's clit, teasing her, brushing the hard plastic against the slit of her sex. He was silent though as she spoke. “Your learning … not quite there yet but unfortunately we probably don't have an abundance of time today to thoroughly train you so it will have to do as a start. Now I was hoping that you'd stay. Not that you could just walk out of here, anyway if your Master didn't let you.

“Because you need to relieve what you started. It's only fair. And I want you so bad right now that playing will have to wait for another time,” she could hear him drop the vibrator. His touch disappeared briefly, long enough to extract his engorged member, slip a condom on and angle himself against the treasure trove of her body.

He knowingly waited against her his hands coiling around her body cupping her breasts.

“Last chance to leave, Ana, otherwise I'm going to fuck you until you'll need thse chains to keep you upright.”

Being totally in his control gave a pure sense of security that she desired as much as she desired his touch, and she grinned at his implication that they would see each other again.

Her ears quickly learned to listen carfully to the faint sounds as he stepped away, and she could tell what he was doing. Although she desired him more then anything at that moment, anxiety filled her and her breathing quickened. Suddenly, he was wrapped around her and he'd feel her moan under the press of his hands as he molested her breasts, engaging her even more.

His voice had a strange effect on her. Maybe it was the vibe of this room, or maybe he had her hooked already, but listening to him speak ... her Master's words penetrated her deeper then his rod was starting to. "Yes Master, I want you inside me", her tone almost pleading. "I don't want to leave you", ever she meant, but surely that was unrealistic.

As Ana and Nijima were just heating up, Ali was calming as she lay near her love. She completed her statement this time, "I love you Kamara", her lips softly said as she faced him. Her tired body turned rolling slightly so the two lay next to each other, and he'd feel her finger tips stroke his bare chest. "That was ... amazing. You feel so good ....", she paused, looking down for a moment, and curling up close to him. [color=#8080FF]"I'm not sharing you know?" [/color]A michievious smile crept across his new lover's face.

"I want more of you. All of you. Are you okay with that?" her voice almost a whisper, but loud enough.

Nijima soon returned to her, the last chance given and Ana still had not taken it. He wished he knew how much time that they truly had but he had to guess and since it may not have been enough he was anxious to hurry things up.

His folks were away for a week after all and if his brother got involved with her cousin then the may be other opportunities throughout the week that they might be able to spend more time here.

He pressed inside her, his stiff member throbbing as he tightened his hold against her breasts, his thumbs tracing over her nipples as he brought his hips against her ass, smackining against them as he pressed his way inside her, thunking inside her as he groaned, his fingers tightening on her breasts as he came at her hard and fast.

“I wouldn't expect you too,” Kamara answered, leaning down for a kiss as his lips set against Ali's. His mouth ran against hers and while they still had yet to brake the news to Ana he was not thinking about that right now, his member throbbing inside her, each pulse sending more of his essence through her as he rested atop her, waiting for enough energy to move again once he wasn't as sensitive, his fingers tracing over the curves of her breasts for now as he leaned down to them taking one in the recessess of his mouth, then the other as he alternated between sucking on the two.

He didn't say specifically that she didn't have to share him, nor that he wouldn't still fuck her cousin, but she took his words to mean that it wasn't going to happen. Like a warm fire had melted away any concerns she had a smile crepped across her full lips. She was content now laying in his arms, looking up at him. His phallus still sliding inside her sopping folds, and she knew he wanted more of her, not her cousin.

With renewed strength and confidence of his feelings for her, she wrapped her arms around his neck again, smiling and kissing him repeatedly she whispers, "are you going to make love to me again...?" her hips lean into his, helping to push him deeper again.

Ana's round ass leaned into Nijima's, compressing with each impact. Her back arched causing strain on her wrists still attached to the ceiling, but she didn't care about the discomfort now. Her feet were spread a little more now allowing her Master to penetrate her deeply. She gasped every time his huge staff slammed into her and he would feel how wet she was even though her walls seemed to squeez him tight.

"Y-yes..." she began to recite in her panting, the sound blurring with the slaps against her ass. It was Ana's first time being treated this, and it fulfilled her deepest cravings. This hidden fantacy was all it could have been imagined and her clit throbbed as the tip was exposed to the crisp air. Only time would tell if they would ever see each other again, but in that moment there was no place she would rather be, bathing in this bliss.

Kamara gasped as Ali moved her hips beneath is. He was still sensitive, having recently fired into her depths but he was a young man too and recovered sharply. He smile down at her then leaned down bringing his lips against her own.

His fingers applied to her breasts, squeezing them tightly as he began to move, slowly at first then his thrusts becoming fuller with each passing second as he now ground his body down against hers.

“For as long as I am able though if neither of us can walk afterwards, how are we going to brake the news to Anna?”

It was useless trying to keep secrets from Aegir, even if they were hidden fantasies as Anna now found out in that passment.

When Nijima pressed inside her with those urgent thrusts he found her quite tight as she squeezed against his member. Thankfully he was wearing that condom, otherwise his sense of touch wouldn't have been dulled slightly and he would have already fired off inside her.

That clearly would not do as a hand skimmed down her flat abdomen so that a finger pressed to the button of her clit running small circles against in as he thrust away inside her. He set his lips to her shoulder, his other hand extracting from a breast to slap against her ass.

“Fuck your so tight. I'm going to make you cum, you're going to loose your mind in the waves of pleasure you experience.”

As if stung she jerked back from his touch at first, then quickly reversed her action pushing her super sensitive clit to his finger tips. The sensations driving into her were nothing but bliss, delivering her to climax sooner then later. She wouldn't be able to hold out for long. He knew right how to stroke her as if she had trained him herself, his mouth at her neck, his firm rough treatment of her tits, the full lengthed strides that spred her cunt wider then before, was a lustful dream come true.

"Ohh.... p-please Nijima... ple--s", she begged like a good slave, but she heard her own words and hoped he was too into this to be disappointed at her addressing him improperly.

Ali giggled inside at Kamara's almost wince due to how sensitive their sex had made him, and yet he proceeded for more at her request. She didn't really expect it so soon, she had heard that men needed time to recover, but she was not at all disappointed. Their lips met again and again till she responded to his comment. "I'm not worried about Ana right now Kamara. I'm sure she's fallen asleep in front of the TV by now", she showed no concern at needing to entertain anyone but him at that moment.

She could feel his member gaining in strength as it began to fill her once more. Her whole pussy was a little bit sore from all the friction of the first time, but she didn't care. Every stroke pushed passed her pain receptors delivering a pleasured aftertaste, and her moans would sound the same to him.

Fortune had been on Anna's side today. She was blessed that he was to eager to have her then to draw out her torture, nor had he picked up on her slip, to into his own pleasure to have noticed. This was his first time doing something like this and his inexperince showed.

Still he drew back his hand spanking her ass playfully as he plunged into her. He was groaning behind her, his lips moving against her shoulder, then softly bit it before moving to her neck.

He was beside himself, thrusting away at her, rubbing her clit with his finger rapidly.

“Yeah, fuck yeah, cum for me baby, cum.”

Kamara was rather sensitive but prompted to move by her. Slow and steady at first, then deeper into the warmth of her body. She was so tight around him, plunging inside her warm channel, he groaned as he surged inside her, his shaft burrying inside her as he sought to fill her.

He nodded in agreement to his words, he was too busy right now to care and his ears filled with her moans and the squeak of the bed. He stopped above her, grunted and tightened his hold against her breasts as he pushed each togeether, sucked against them then rolled so that he was on his back and she atop him.

He stared up at her. “Make love to me Ali.”