In this world there are only two tragedies.
One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
All hail the mighty leopard.
One could almost imagine the blast of trumpets as the
great lord swaggered his way through the shimmering halls of his very own
private pussy palace. He was indeed an imposing sight with the hard muscles of
his nude body thrice reflected in the mirrored walls above and either side of
him as his formidable cock swung unencumbered between his legs.
along slightly ahead of her powerful master. Her tiny breasts jiggled with
tension as she strove to match the stride of his powerful thighs. This should
surely have been the happiest night of her strange new life, but alas, there
was trouble in paradise.
So keen was the leopard on finally breaching her
maidenhead that he failed to notice the crestfallen look on her pretty
The delicate bounce of her buttocks sent a thrill of lust
through his balls. What a prize she was, he decided; the girl was barely
seventeen years old, yet she was already famed throughout the harem as a nonpareil
He reached downwards to run an experimental forefinger up
the crack of her ass. The sudden intrusion startled her and the self-styled
blowjob princess turned to stare up into the greedy slits of his eyes. She
quailed at the noble features contorted with the unmistakable signs of
unstoppable male lust; she lowered her eyes and blushed with a mixture of fear
and mounting excitement. This was the moment she’d been dreaming of for months
and here it was at last. The young girl felt she had every reason to feel
proud, for had he not chosen her and her alone to give him sexual pleasure from
amongst this vast array of the most beautiful captives the seraglio had to
She stole a quick glance at his penis; the very sight of
the mighty organ sent a lightning thrill of delight through the swollen nub of
her clitoris. Soon the boiling flesh of that weapon would be buried to the hilt
in all three of her holes, but despite her own mounting excitement, the very
thought of it terrified her. Her lord and master was about to transform her to
a woman, she resolved to do her utmost to cooperate in order to slake his
insatiable appetites, yet deep inside she dreaded the consequences of failing
to please him.
She hid her troubled face and kept the heavy flesh of his
rapidly swelling penis nestled in the soft palm of her right hand as she made
her way toward her master’s boudoir and the occasion of her long-awaited
deflowering. The teenager struggled to maintain an outward appearance of calm
as she led Mkomo by his cock through the endless maze
of crystal corridors, but she couldn’t help but scream inwardly at the thought
of his reaction when he finally discovered he’d been cheated.
Sweet God in heaven, but it wasn’t her fault.
After all, she was only a girl.
What could she possibly have done to stop her own crazed
stable master from breaching the pathetic barrier between her legs?
Yet even now her guilty pussy was beginning to lubricate
itself at the delicious memory of her first coital encounter with a living,
Denton must have known what he was doing, she thought vengefully.
After all, he was a man, wasn’t he?
He must have known full well that the flower of her
womanhood had already been strictly reserved for the leopard’s pleasure, but
the English swine had been unable to control that filthy lust of his. In the
end he’d hitched his ten-inch cock and taken his own sweet time as he slowly
and thoroughly pumped her in full and prolonged view of the other horrified
slave girls in his fledgling stable.
He’d fucked her, fully, finally, irrevocably, now they
were both surely doomed.
She tried hiding her pretty face in her shoulder to mask
the torment as she skipped along the smooth surface of the marble floors. For a
while she could thank her lucky stars that her unsuspecting lord was too
preoccupied with thoughts of the prearranged carnal pleasures to come, for what
possible reason could there be for the mighty leopard to suspect that anything
could possibly be wrong?
After all, he was Daniel Mkomo,
lord of Lungara and ruler of this obscure little
kingdom buried deep in the jungles of West Africa. With such limitless power at
his fingertips, who would be so foolish as to try to cross him?
Many had tried and many had rued. A cruel smile lit up
his noble features. Many indeed, he mused.
Like Lilith Taylor.
The former British Airways stewardess had publicly
humiliated him, both for his gender as much as his race. Now she was paying a
terrible price. Even now she was suffering the utter torments of earthly
perdition at the hands of her new owner and that terrible thought served only
to warm the cockles of his vengeful playboy heart.
Oh yes! He looked forward to tomorrow’s liaison with the
beast that had purchased her. General Arare had an
insatiable taste for misogynistic sadism that would put even the twins in the
shade, but first this delightful evening’s edification to slake the initial
urgency of his insatiable sexual appetite.
He concentrated on the undulating teenage buttocks
bouncing along before him.
This was going to be s-o-o good.
Julia Morton needed a cold shower.
She felt increasingly hot and horny; her back
was beginning to stick to the sun lounger despite the awning set above the
heavily oiled contours of her nude body.
It was well past midday. The furious tropical
heat was beginning to take its toll and she wondered how the hell the equally
naked Philippa could stand it.
She eyed the suffering blonde surreptitiously
through her sunglasses.
Christ, she’s sweating like a pig.
Philippa knelt beside her former workmate with her aching arms thrust rigidly
outwards as she struggled to hold the heavy marble ashtray still. Julia stubbed
out her cigarette and took another languid sip of Bacardi. The stone surface of
the patio was beginning to bite into Philippa’s
knees, it was impossible to conceal the mounting tremors of tension in her
suffering thigh muscles. The blonde beauty sucked in another lungful of air and
gritted her teeth in an attempt to control herself but
the agony was becoming unbearable.
At last, Julia was rewarded with the faintest
mewling sounds of a slave girl in genuine distress.
She sighed with unadulterated pleasure.
This was the life.
Philippa fought to conceal yet another impotent shudder of rage as Julia spread
her knees and began teasing herself with her fingertips.
she hissed with mounting excitement, ‘lose the ashtray and let’s put that
pretty tongue of yours to work for a while.’
Julia felt an electric thrill of lust as the
captive beauty hastened to obey. The blonde began to insinuate herself between
the soft thighs. She carefully placed her hands and knees on the lounger and
lowered her head to begin the degrading task of enforced cunnilingus on her
cruel mistress. She balked at the sweaty scent of the dark, hairy pussy as it
gaped up at her in eager anticipation.
Julia watched with a mixture of vicious
delight and womanly envy as Philippa’s fulsome
breasts and buttocks rolled from side to side between her legs, then she
shivered at the first touch of the slick velvety tongue on her sexlips.
Philippa sought refuge in her imagination. She tried to pretend it was the
secret portal of her own beloved Hortense that she
was servicing but the rasp of black pubic hairs against the sides of her mouth
told a different story. She shuddered at the sudden renewed sounds of filthy
lust in the cultured voice of her tormentor.
Julia eased her knees upwards and used her
elegant fingers to spread the slick flesh of her buttocks.