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Mephisto and Martha Part 7
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Mephisto and Martha pt 7
She stood up on the table. Her love nest descending onto
his rigid rod in a single fluid motion. She felt the familiar
surge of sexual power run through her like an electric current
as she ever so slowly edged up to the tip of his cock. Her wide
eyes glittered as she slowly sank down onto his cock again. Her
voice hissed as she spoke, malevolent glee sounding strangely in
the darkness, "So, you bastard, you used ME for your pleasure?
NOW it's MY turn to use YOU for MY OWN PLEASURE. When I'm
through with you, you will be so drained sexually that you won't
be able to stand up, let alone GET it up!" Her laughter seemed
to shimmer in the darkened heat. The Hypnotist looked up at
Veronica and felt his head clear for a moment. The need to have
Martha hypnotize him was still there, but he had to deal with
Veronica's seeming attack. He smiled lazily and spoke softly.
"Veronica, remember that all I have to do is utter a certain
phrase and you will revert to being my little hypnotic plaything
again!"
Across the room, Martha had been waiting for him to pull
this and spoke firmly, "No, you can't, Mister! You can't say
that phrase unless I SAY you can! Try! You can't!" and roared
with laughter as he tried.
Veronica kept up the agonizingly slow pace up and down his
erect rod, her voice slashing quietly into his ego with each
stroke. "Now, little man, we will see whether or not you are
good enough to really fuck a woman or whether you are fit only
to scratch an occasional itch!"
Across the room, Martha watched approvingly as Veronica
eased herself up and down the Hypnotist's impressive rod, her
hips twisting slightly with each thrust as the Hypnotist started
to gasp as his body, still totally immobilized, strained toward
sexual release. Turning her attention to Terry, she moved over
to her and sent her tumbling into deep trance while Veronica
continued to heap abuse on the helpless Hypnotist.
"You wretched asshole! How could you possibly think that
that little prick of yours was good for anything other than
taking an occasional piss?" Her body descended again, with
agonizing slowness, to the base of his rod. "You probably can't
even find the damn thing without a map! It's so small that I
don't believe you could even satisfy a woman unless you HAD
hypnotized her into thinking you were a prime stud!"
Veronica, by chance, looked over at Martha and saw her
daughter lying on the floor under Martha's hypnotic spell. Her
juices flowed and fire danced in her eyes as her orgasm started
to come on her like a tsunami tidal wave!
The Hypnotist, feeling her wild cunt spasming in obvious
delight, squirmed and twisted as much as he could as he, too,
came in gouts and spurts into her hot honeypot! Screaming, he
looked over to Martha who was watching the whole proceeding
while fondling the entranced Terry's ample breasts and
whispering something into her ear.
Terry stood slowly and moved to her mother's side, a
strange expression on her beautiful face as she bent over and
kissed her former Master on the mouth, her hot tongue fencing
skillfully with his. As she straightened up, she looked at her
mother and spoke softly to her, "I think we can make him really
sorry he tried to take advantage of us." Her smile was almost a
sneer as she turned to her former Master and, caressing his ear,
said, "We are going to drain you like you have never been
drained before!"
Veronica was taken somewhat aback at her daughter's sudden
interest in her victim, but, after a moment's thought, decided
that it would be very effective for the two of them to exact
their revenge on the hypnotic cur.
Veronica stood back a bit as Terry moved over to the side
of the helpless Hypnotist and smiled a wicked smile. She
laughed at the chills that her expression sent coursing down the
Hypnotist's bound body. She knew that he was feeling more than
a bit of fear and excitement about what she had planned for him.
Terry slid her hand against the still damp cock and cooed
to him, "What's the matter, darling? Are you tired already?"
Moving her head down to his limp member, she paused, her lips
scant inches above his aching flash. "There, there, darling.
Terry's going to make everything alright again. Let me kiss it
and make it better." Suiting actions to words, Terry opened her
perfect mouth and took his tormented prick full into her heated
mouth, sucking HARD!
A moan escaped the Hypnotist's lips as Terry continued to
suck harder and harder on his tortured member while Veronica, at
Martha's command, squatted over his face, her dripping pussy
almost within reach of his tongue ... but not quite.
Martha moved over to the struggling slave and whispered,
"Would you like me to hypnotize you now, my dear?" Her perfume
sending waves of irresistible desire through his mind as he
gasped under Terry's continued sucking. "Would you like to fall
into a wonderful sleep where my voice is your only will?"
Again, as Terry redoubled her efforts on his aching tool,
he gasped, "Yes! Yes!! I'll do anything! Just PLEASE!!
Hypnotize me!!!"
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