The Zookeeper Ch. 05

Chapter 5

Killing Time

In the top-floor apartment of the luxurious skyscraper, the lights were almost all off. The dim glow from the LED strips was, however, constantly shattered by bright flashes from the gigascreen, on which an extremely rough and savagely paced amateur porn was playing.

The frenzied images were perfectly suited to the music blasting from the powerful stereo system, which was playing Kordhell's Murder in My Mind, making the whole place rumble with its powerful bass and hyperkinetic synthesizer rhythms.

Flattened out on the couch in front of the screen, a sophisticated-looking girl with long, straight blond hair, perfectly tanned skin, and flashy, heavy makeup was finger-banging herself in a violent, obscene frenzy, enraptured by the images of borderline rape that the TV was projecting. Her back fully supported on the seat, she was using the backrest to just barely support the nape of her neck so that she could stare at the screen; her legs, outrageously spread apart, supported a perfectly round and toned ass that, jutting out beyond the cushions, levered up the very high heels the young woman was wearing to scamper into the void chasing the movement of her fingers, like a dog in heat simulating mating.

Wrapped in an expensive fitted jumpsuit with a Louis Vuitton monogram, she didn't even have to undress to give herself pleasure, as the garment she wore essentially covered only half her body, leaving her shoulder, arm, buttock, and left leg bare.

With her fingers, with a perfectly groomed French manicure, thrust into the breathtaking opening, she could easily reach her pussy, already completely steamy and soaked, to torture her own clit relentlessly.

A few feet away from her, Ulrika's attention was instead turned completely to the song's psychedelic rhythm, which pulled her into a lonely but no less frenzied and chaotic dance than Brittany's masturbation.

Her ample breasts, bare beneath her fishnet tank top, black like the rest of her clothing that stood in contrast to her snow-white skin, danced hypnotically, jolted by the rocking swings her body made in pursuit of the electric notes of the music.

The multitude of crosses and skulls, which hung from the silver chains and adorned the studded collar, sparkled in the half-light every time they crossed the bright light of the screen.

Ulrika bounced her head left and right, her gloved hands close to her ears but not touching them, as if resting on invisible headphones. Her ebony-black hair, which usually fell in long wisps in front of her face, whipped in all directions with each bounce.

Her eyes, outlined by light eye shadow and defined by a firm eyeliner to create the perfect goth look, were closed as if she were in a trance, transported to another world by the psychedelic tones.

Her lips were parted in a sensual puff as they expelled lilac smoke from the e-cigarette she held between her right hand fingers; the crimson color of the metallic lipstick conspicuously colored her mouth, making it look bloody.

Cassandra watched the two young "guests" sitting on a stool in the corner bar, her back facing the counter.

She dominated the scene with a perfect pin-up pose, her curvaceous legs crossed lavishly showing off the perfect thigh-high gap that made a fine display from the slit of her sarong; her torso leaning back on her right elbow was turned to the side so as to highlight her shoulders and ample breasts.

To complete the iconography, her left hand held a dark drink resting on her knee, and between her fingers was the cigarette-shaped vaporizer, just like a 1950s movie diva.

In open contrast with the girls, her bearing was utterly calm and poised, completely unaffected by either the loud music or the lewd imagery.

That was clearly her realm and her amusement park.

Ulrika left her static dance to gradually waltz toward her, without losing the frenzy of the tune; only when she was halfway did she smoothly switch her rhythmic steps into the swift and swaggering ones of a runway walk, at the same time bringing her hand to her mouth to draw another drag from the vaporizer.

She blew out the smoke, finally opening her eyes and meeting Cassandra's in an intense gaze, as if to let her know she was strutting for her.

The girl made a beeline for her Cuba Libre resting on the counter next to Cassie, grabbing it as soon as it was within reach and taking a generous sip, savoring it with her eyes closed once again.

When she opened them, the sight of the Los Angeles nighttime skyline hit her through the penthouse's enormous windows, joining the vastness of the living room to overwhelm her with a sense of opulence she was evidently not used to.

Seeing her lost in her thoughts, Cassandra slowly leaned back to observe her profile, and when she saw the young woman fixed on a point far on the horizon, she raised her hand, caressing her chin with a finger in an implicit invitation to turn around.

The gesture was gentle, but the movements were those of a spider weaving its web around its prey.

Ulrika obeyed the call, but when her gaze met the other's wicked one, all the bravado that had filled her during the catwalk was gone, the contemplative captivation for the view replaced by reverence for the "Mistress of the House."

"Is everything alright, Chérie?" she asked, her tone indicating she knew the answer perfectly well and was waiting for a confession.

The young goth's irises contracted, making her nervousness even more evident, and with an insecurity completely opposite to the character she had shown during the dance, she intertwined her hands around the glass, fidgeting with one of her rings and lowering her gaze.

"Ma... Madame De Blancourt..." she finally managed to say in a barely audible voice that only Cassandra's supernatural senses could catch over the music, "... Can I... Can I do a line?" she asked in utter distress, like a child asking if they could eat a tub of ice cream before sitting down for dinner.

Cassandra had let her turn her head but had never abandoned the contact of her hand under her chin; her charisma made it so that the simple gesture of taking the other's profile between her index and thumb conveyed a completely different tone, transforming it into an imperative to obey.

Ulrika obediently turned her face back towards her, though her eyes lingered a bit, guilty.

"You know you have to be clean when I call you, right, ma puce?" began the half-French woman, scrutinizing her more seriously while maintaining a motherly and understanding voice.

The question was rhetorical, but the girl had been well "educated," and so she nodded slightly in response, lowering her gaze. "Good girl. And you didn't use that stuff; the cocaine addict should be the one currently frigging herself on my couch..." she added, indicating the blonde who went on unabated with her fingering, "... and she arrived here unaltered." At that statement, Ulrika's eyes regained a bit of vigor, but only to cast a sideways glance at her friend-for-the-evening.

"Right now..." she added, not really hiding her disdain and implying she didn't consider Brittany's "cleanliness" to be long-standing.

"Peut-être, but right here and now, she's fine, of that I'm sure. While you haven't answered my question yet: qu'est-ce qu'il y a? You haven't started hanging out with someone who's given you some... bad habits, have you?" she asked, fully aware of the irony of posing the question to a college student they had turned into a wagging little slut with a penchant for extreme sex.

The girl had just an instant of hesitation, but it was enough for Cassandra to change her grip on her face again, taking it between her fingers at the cheeks, squeezing them enough to make them concave.

"This is not the case, IS IT?!" Remarked her in a tone that was absolutely commanding, but more terrifying were her eyes, whose irises lit up, becoming blinding golden crystals.

Ulrika's gaze immediately became glassy and emptied of any sign of will, as if she were about to faint at that very moment.

Instead, her body remained motionless like a statue, and her voice emerged from her lips deep and hollow as if it came from a tomb.

"No... Mistress."

Just as quickly as they had lit up, Cassie's eyes returned to normal, and her hand relaxed, opening up to gently caress her nose with the tip of her index finger.

"Good girl, sweetie." She rewarded her while, just a bit slower than her Mistress, Ulrika's eyes regained life. "Now, do you want to tell me how this idea came to you?"

"I..." She gathered her courage, resuming the conversation as if nothing had happened. "... It's just that I seldom get to meet Miss Kurenai, and it's been such a long time since I last saw her. I'm a bit nervous."

Cassandra's expression became that of a loving mother comforting her child the day before a test.

"Chérie, is there any particular reason you think this? Did you do what we told you last time?"

"I..." The girl immediately panicked, "... Yes! Yes, yes! Absolutely yes! No more boys! Just a couple of times with some girls from my course... But they're so-so: I can't introduce them to you; they are absolutely not up to your standards," she concluded hastily as if she already anticipated the question, Why didn't you bring them to us?

Cassandra tenderly smiled at hearing that intense defense (which told her what Ulrika's personal perception of their priorities was), but she actually meant something else.

"Not that, love. Have you kept up with your training?"

Even in the dim flashing light, Ulrika's pale complexion made the blush on her cheeks evident, and only her strict obedience kept her in eye contact with her hostess.

"Oh, that... Yes. Yes, I did. I always used the Plug."

"Very good, darling. On a regular basis?" Cassandra went on, perfectly aware of Ulrika's embarrassment but completely ignoring it, keeping the tone of the conversation akin to someone asking what chapter they had studied in class.

"Y-Yes, every day."

"For how many hours?" Hours, not minutes.

"I always keep it in. Even on campus, during exams, and at night," she specified with a small hint of pride emerging from her discomfort.

"Oooh! And what diameter have you reached?"

"S--seven centimeters, Madame."

"Length?" She pressed on without mercy.

"Eighteen centimeters."

"That's wonderful, darling!" Cassie complimented her, caressing her cheek just like any mother would when her daughter came home with a perfect score on a class assignment.

As surreal as it was, this gesture seemed to be on point, because Ulrika remained shy but snuggled against the palm of her hand like a purring kitten.

"Mmmmm..." She sighed contentedly.

"... Do you have it in right now?" At the question, the girl nodded excitedly, without speaking. "Will you show me?"

Like a circus animal before its tamer, the goth girl responded to that implicit command by climbing up onto one of the bar stools, placing both hands on it, then arching her back and sticking her ass out.

Cassandra merely had to lean down a bit and lift her pleated skirt to discover that the girl wasn't wearing anything underneath, making the base of the Plug even more evident: a black crystal heart bordered in gold, proudly displayed between her buttocks, hiding its extra-large size behind that innocent sparkle.

Below it, long and thick black curls, almost as wild as Cassie's own, intertwined.

They covered the lips of her pussy, but not enough to prevent the Frenchwoman from noticing how wet it already was.

Passing the glass to her other hand, Cassandra freed her left one and went to touch Ulrika's lips with the tip of her index finger, making her shiver with pleasure. She then traced the profile of her slim back, up to her neck, and finally brought it to her lips.

The girl parted her mouth, ready to savor her taste, even though it was still too early and the touch had been too light to retain her flavor. Nevertheless, she took advantage of the moment to suck her mistress's finger voluptuously, showing her devotion.

"Your pussy is already nice and warm, and you've opened up your ass on your own. It shouldn't hurt too much to take my girlfriend's huge cock balls-deep. Or is it the blowjobs you are afraid of?" She said, observing the ritual of submission Ulrika was displaying, her crude language made even more arousing by her aristocratic appearance.

Ulrika lovingly took her finger with both hands, pulling it from her mouth, and with the most loyal gaze, responded with utmost seriousness.

"I use Miss Kurenai's latex replica for practice: I can already throat twenty-three centimeters, and I've almost lost my gag reflex." Cassandra smiled mischievously when she heard the "already" part, indicative of a perverse pride: it brought to mind the image of that college student making up excuses not to go out with her girlfriends, only to lock herself up in her room and repeatedly try to shove a gigantic rubber cock down her throat without throwing up, marking her successes in her diary. Her pussy tingled for real, adding pleasure to the malice in her gaze. She had chosen well.

"You've been a very good little slut," she declared, satisfied, but even though Ulrika's face lit up with happiness, she continued seriously.

"I want to be perfect for you. I want to be chosen every time. I'm not afraid of Miss Kurenai hurting me: I'll let her bust my ass to the point of bleeding every time she wants. When she's done, if I'm not passed out, I'll always thank her for the honor. But I want her to enjoy it. I want her to enjoy fucking me. I'm afraid I won't arouse her enough."

Truth be told, Cassandra's desire at that moment was to continue that conversation while plunging her own dick in her cunt, right there, with the slut perched on that stool and her legs spread wide so she could reach deep inside. But she was also a faithful slave, and without her mistress, the show couldn't start.

"You know..." She replied, lust coloring her voice, "... that Miss Kurenai and I travel a lot for work, don't you?" As before, a timid nod came as a response. "And we don't often come by L. A. Moreover, it should be clear to you that, with Hollywood around the corner, my girlfriend could easily have her cock comfortably lodged inside an ass that's won at least a couple of Academy Awards, right?"

"Of course..." she whispered softly.

"And yet, I called you for the one night we're in town. Because I know what gets my woman riled up. And tonight, she needs you."

Ulrika bit her lip tenderly, embarrassed yet simultaneously proud of that compliment, but it was clear she saw it more as flattery than anything else.

Noticing this, Cassandra straightened up on the stool, turning toward her to give her full attention.

"Come closer. Raise your arm," she ordered gently this time. The girl, still perched on the stool, brought her hand behind her neck, revealing her armpit and the lush bush of black hair filling it. The thickness and the curliness, almost like pubic hair, betrayed a certain presence of Mediterranean blood in Ulrika's heritage... and it was obviously one of the features for which she had been chosen.

Her Mistress leaned toward her, bringing her face close to the dark jungle, and breathed in deeply. The smell was strong and intoxicating, undoubtedly made more pungent by the girl's raging hormones spreading it abundantly, signaling to potential mates that she was ready to breed.

It wasn't a "romantic" smell; it was "nasty," the smell females exude when they wish to get fucked.

Cassandra's smile grew wider with satisfaction.

"Mmmmm... You can smell how nervous you are, but it's perfect: the sweat has really brought out your Slut scent. Once Azuki gets a whiff of this, you'll see how she's gonna fucking ravage you. Tonight, you'll drive her crazy; you can be sure of it."

Ulrika's eyes lit up with happiness and, just like when she reported her anal conquests, with pride too.

"Since our first time, I haven't touched them; I've let them grow. I make sure to use only water and only if I really have to... I'm even trying to adjust my diet to see if I can make them smell more like yours, Madame."

In an almost involuntary gesture, the girl lowered her head to smell herself, as if wanting to check that she was indeed ready for her date.

Cassandra saw her now more relaxed and ready to be cooked to perfection, so she decided to up the ante of her "therapy."

"Shall we put on one of your videos now?"

Ulrika looked up excitedly at the giant screen: the pornographic flick had never stopped filling the room with humiliating yelps, hoarse moans, and orgasmic screams. The high-pitched, ringing tone was unmistakably Brittany's, and hers certainly was the golden hair, though made a mess by sweat and abuse; harder to recognize was that glossy, arrogant pretty face of hers while distorted by the awkward grimaces that sexual rapture forced upon her, crossing her eyes repeatedly as a series of devastating climaxes made her pussy squirt ruinously right in front of the camera.

Above her, Azuki savagely pounded her relentlessly; she kept her underneath, turned on her side, using the blonde's much-advertised flexibility to lift one leg in a split and drill her snatch down to the last available inch, indeed probably repeatedly slamming into her cervix and several times plowing through it to directly rape her uterus with her cock.

Inside the screen, the blonde was wracked by a multiple orgasm even stronger than the previous ones that caused her to lose every semblance of control, forcing her to submit to the pounding with a shrill howl as she threw her head back and her tongue dangled from her lips just like a horny bitch.

On the couch, Brittany so thoroughly relived the humiliating climax that her pussy tugged hard a couple of times, warning her of the approach of a lovely orgasm to be enjoyed simultaneously with her digital copy. The girl bit her lip with a satisfied expression, and, when she felt she was at the climax, she pulled her hand out from inside the suit, replacing it with the other one that continued the furious clit slicking, but from outside the elastic fabric, while with the other one she began to lasciviously squeeze one of her tits.

More gradual than the one in the video, the orgasm flooded her nevertheless, nice and strong, so much so that Brittany's snatch did not refrain from squirting profusely inside the romper. The blonde took great care to prolong squirting and coming by rubbing the fabric over her little button and all over her moist lips, resulting in ruinous soaking, causing a very conspicuous stain to appear on one thigh that then continued on the other bare one, soaking the mass of blond pussy hair that spilled wildly out of the dress.

Her hips mimicked the climax by tensing at the most intense spurts, arching her back several times, and ending the show with an arousing static tension in a bridge position at the height of her pleasure.

Her body then slowly relaxed as Brittany sighed a fully satisfied "Uuuuuuh," letting go of her breasts and then teasing her perfectly erect nipple.

Her right hand left her snatch, bringing to her lips the cigarette she had always masterfully held between her fingers throughout the masturbation. The girl took the ritual post-orgasmic drag to relax, accompanying it with the smell with which her soaked hand was still imbued.

The pairing must have felt pleasing to her because she took it easy, breathing in deeply as her eyes were lost in a dreamy expression.

When she felt fulfilled by that combination, she held the vape between her lips and went to clean her hand in the golden bush under her left armpit, taking care to smear the smell of wet pussy thoroughly over each long curl that adorned it.

Brittany then savored the sensation of the fading orgasm with a blissful smile as she lasciviously blew out the drag she had taken and then slowly returned to the real world.

With sophisticated grace, she rose from her disheveled pose, perfectly comfortable in her high heels. She grabbed her glass of Cuba Libre with a smooth gesture from the crystal coffee table in front of the sofa and walked toward the two female onlookers who had witnessed her performance, while on the screen Azuki continued to mercilessly hump her.

Seeing her stride toward them with that feline, provocative gait, Ulrika instinctively climbed down from the stool, straightening her shoulders in a defiant pose, making it clear she saw the other as a rival rather than a companion. Cassandra, on the other hand, returned to her poised stance, leaning against the counter, observing with a mocking smile the dynamic unfolding between the two.

"Ooh, I really rubbed out a good one there!" Brittany chirped airily as she neared them, deliberately ignoring Ulrika's provocative attitude and addressing the half-French woman directly. "I can't wait for you to fuck me like that again! This time, though, I want you to double-team me!"

At the audacity of her I want, the goth girl couldn't hold back her vexation any longer:

"Fuck, I can't believe it! You really don't know your place!"

"What's the matter, 'Rika?" Brittany asked, her voice innocent and friendly, so trained in playing dumb that for a second Ulrika almost believed she wasn't aware of her brazen impudence.

"Do you seriously have the nerve to tell Madame De Blancourt what to do?! You think you're here so they can entertain you?! How narcissistic do you have to be to want both of them focusing on you?!"

Brittany furrowed her brow in a contrite expression, her eyes glistening like a scolded puppy.

"But, 'Rika... what are you afraid of? That Madame and Miss Kurenai won't be able to take care of you too properly?" Hearing that insinuation, Ulrika's eyes filled with rage, and her nostrils flared like a dragon about to incinerate the impudent human who had defiled her lair. Yet, Brittany, too skilled in the art of manipulation, didn't give her time to vent, flipping the situation immediately. "You know they are the Best: tonight there's going to be enough cock to make an entire cast of Victoria's Secret models beg for mercy, and we'll swallow so much cum we'll need to go on a diet for a couple of months."

Caught off guard by being forced into defense instead of attack, Ulrika found herself without a ready reply, especially since she remembered actually having to watch what she ate after the last session with her Patrons, during which they had literally filled her tummy and ass with cum. She had to fake a food intolerance with her classmates to justify her noticeably bloated belly and the constant burping caused by the thick semen deposit.

In that moment of weakness, Brittany stepped in to sideline her for good.

"'Rika, you seem off. Are you nervous? You are not on your period, are you?"

"NO!!" The other spat out immediately, as if waking from a daze. God forbid! She pleaded against bad luck. Being on my period on the day Miss Kurenai calls me! I'd rather they told me I was terminally ill!

"Oh, that's a relief," Brittany sighed, managing to sound genuinely empathic. "Then it's just because you also miss some premium Alpha Cock pounding your hungry little pussy like I do, right?"

And again, Ulrika found herself staring at her in disbelief: she seemed like a ditzy blonde, but she had summarized the issue better than her semantics professor could have.

"I'll help you out," Brittany continued, already charging forward. She downed almost half a glass of Cuba, swallowing quickly two or three times before passing the tumbler to Ulrika with a simple, cosmetic "Hold this."

Without understanding what was happening, Ulrika found herself holding two glasses as Brittany knelt between her legs, throwing her long hair behind her shoulder. With a firm yet gentle gesture, Brittany placed the palm of her right hand on Ulrika's exposed belly, inviting her to rest her ass on the edge of the stool behind her, while her other hand pressed on the inside of Ulrika's knee to spread her thighs apart.

The young goth knew very well the true nature of this seemingly ditzy blonde: she was an arrogant, egocentric bully, the spitting image of all the arrogant, egocentric bullies she had had to guard herself against in middle and high school. A snake who used her good looks to do the most abject things or get what she wanted and then get away with it. Ulrika was certain that this time was no different! With her fake kindness, she wasn't fooling her at all: she was undoubtedly plotting something to embarrass her right in front of their Mistress.

For all these reasons, Ulrika shot an alarmed glance at Cassandra, seeking her support, but found her taking a drag from her cigarette while enjoying the scene. The only response she received was a nod of approval from Cassandra, who exhaled the smoke lasciviously and gave her a lustful look.

The lack of rescue left her somewhat bewildered, but having Cassandra's attention gave her the determination to regain control: she would obey Madame's order not to resist. That way, when Brittany made her treacherous move, it wouldn't be Ulrika who looked foolish for trusting her, but Brittany who had betrayed their Mistress's trust. She would prove to her Mistress that this cokehead didn't deserve to be in her presence.

So, Ulrika shifted her weight back just enough to allow Brittany to spread her legs, and that was all it took for Brittany to dive into her dark forest.

She wasted no time, immediately nestling with her nose in her crotch to allow her tongue to slide as deeply as possible between the hot lips of the other's pussy.

This surprised the girl receiving the treatment quite a bit: instead of the bite on her clit that she was expecting, she felt herself caressed deep into her folds with a passion and gentleness of which she did not think the other capable.

She clearly felt Brittany's mouth working between her hairs and her outer lips to delve deeper, where her juices were surely more generous, while also stimulating her little bud as it crawled inside her.

Fuck. Ulrika mentally swore as she felt the other's tongue nestle deep down and begin to squirm to give every nook and cranny of her moist cave a very accurate deep cleaning.

What set off an electric shock that electrocuted her brain was not the oral stimulation, exciting as it was, but the thought of where the arrogant little bitch was sticking her lying tongue.

The brunette knew she was a rotten mess between her thighs.

Ever since Madame De Blancourt had warned her that she was summoned to the soiree, Ulrika had never stopped edging herself to the brink of orgasm, soaking her snatch with pussy juices that she then let dry in the thick pubes before starting over again. She knew how much Miss Kurenai loved finding that smell (and taste) on the girls she was fucking and had done everything she could to make herself as "tasty" as possible.

Fuck, if Madame had given her more notice, she would have gone for a No A/C Gym Session so that she would find her nice and sweaty, and no fucking way she would have cleaned up that morning!

Of course, on the flip side, she probably would have been comfortable: that dirty smell in her mind was now inextricably linked to the stormy, orgasmic bliss into which the two Sex Priestesses had plunged her with their depravity.

But for Brittany it must have been different: she almost certainly loved to bathe herself in the scent of her Owners when it was the nastiest, but it was not the same. They tasted of something neither of them had ever smelled before; it was dirty and exotic at the same time, an erotic charge that tasted of alpha male and classy female at the same time.

Now, however, what the blonde was lapping up was just her pussy, totally filthy from sticky orgasms left halfway through... and the thought that that vain, pushy slut had voluntarily shoved her powdered snout into that dumpster to play who knows what prank on her and was now being forced to clean it up so she wouldn't make a bad impression on Madame was really sending her into a tizzy.

Aroused by that thought invading her brain, Ulrika rotated her hips forward and spread her thighs even further, trying to smear even one more square inch of her pussy, which was now really starting to drool, on that bitch's face.

Once more, however, Brittany surprised her, for the brunette, instead of sensing her rival trying to retract, felt the other spread those cocksucking lips she had even wider to drive her tongue further up her love nest and begin rummaging around with genuine appetite.

The cathartic vibe of payback she was feeling at having her engorged pussy cleaned by that tanned cretin was making her forget even the embarrassment that "preparing" that "gift" had brought her that evening; from the time she had pulled out of the closet the pleated skirt she hadn't worn since high school (because it precisely made her look like a stupid schoolgirl and which she had chosen only because she knew how much it made Miss Kurenai's dick hard), to the time she had gotten out of the Uber, having spent the entire ride embarrassed, feeling the air in the passenger compartment saturate with her stray bitch smell, and trying not to make it obvious to the driver how she had no panties on.

It was so pleasant that she stopped wondering what the other was up to and indulged in a satisfied sigh as she closed her eyes. She opened them again just in time to meet their Maitresse's gaze and could not hide her intimate, wicked satisfaction from her.

Cassandra was pleased, and, in order to show her approval of her protégé's perversion, she just relieved her from Brittany's glass, which she still held in her left hand, and, after setting it down on the counter, raised her own in a silent toast to the depraved pleasure to which the Dark girl was indulging.

Brightened by that honor, Ulrika raised her drink as well, clinking it against her Mistress's glass, elated, before savoring the best sip of the evening. Brittany, sensing the giggles from above, realized something was happening. As much as she could, she lifted her gaze to look beyond the black jungle she was immersed in.

The brunette noticed this and lowered her triumphant gaze onto her rival. Her lips curled into an unusual smirk, given her typically calm demeanor, trying to convey the "Enjoying your meal, bitch?" that echoed within her.

However, Brittany's big blue eyes remained unfazed, locked onto Ulrika's as her tongue intensified its efforts. Ulrika found herself even more eager to exploit that strange determination, matching the intensity of Brittany's stare until the blonde's right hand left her thigh, where it had been resting, to seek out her left wrist.

With meticulously slow movements, the blonde guided her companion's hand onto her golden head, placing it at the nape of her neck, a clear sign that Ulrika could use her as she pleased.

At the height of this escalating series of surprises, Ulrika turned in disbelief towards Cassandra, as if to ensure she had her as a witness in that astonishing moment while simultaneously asking if it was ok to further exploit the situation as she saw fit.

In response, the half-French woman raised her glass again, renewing the toast and giving her the approval she so desperately wanted. After all, the blonde was there for that very reason: she had the temperament of a spoiled brat, and nothing was better than fucking her until she was knocked off her ivory tower.

Unleashed by that go-ahead, Ulrika went completely wild. Like Brittany before her, she downed nearly her entire drink, then turned away from her toy just long enough to set the glass behind her and use her now-free hand to grip the head of the kneeling Posh Spice even more firmly. Leveraging the heels of her boots, the brunette thrust her hips forward, springing off the stool and slamming her pussy into Brittany's face as if she had a cock and intended to ram it down her throat.

She held that position for just a second, making sure Brittany could feel the smell and taste even more intensely. Then she let the music wash over her again, holding Brittany's face tightly against her pubic region and beginning to violently gyrate her hips to the frantic beat.

Completely lost in that ritual of domination, Ulrika danced as frenetically as she had performed solo earlier, perfectly blending the bass explosions with the peaks of her own arousal. She repeatedly emphasized the wild rubbing of her sex against Brittany's mouth and face with more forceful and deeper thrusts before resuming her rotation and pumping her hips to ensure she stimulated her clit from every angle.

As at the beginning of the evening, she let herself be swept away by the vibrations, closing her eyes and merging musical and sexual ecstasy into a single sensory trip. She only reopened her eyes when she felt her impromptu servant squirming beneath her. Thinking the other girl had had enough of the abuse, Ulrika tightened her grip, determined not to miss the opportunity to cum in that slut's face. But when she looked down, she found that the movements she felt were not feeble attempts to escape but the eager pelvic thrusts of a willing participant in the lascivious ritual. Brittany was moving her hips in time with Ulrika's, evidently involved and satisfied with the treatment.

Proving this, Brittany's tongue retraced the swollen folds of Ulrika's flesh, returning to dance with its tip on her clit, keeping her mouth suctioned to Ulrika's pussy like a vacuum. Ulrika responded to the intensified pleasure by biting her lip in ecstasy.

Like a schoolgirl eager to show her teacher a well-executed assignment, Ulrika turned towards Cassandra, flaunting the abandon with which she was fucking Brittany's face. In a proud display of her lust, Ulrika removed her left hand from Brittany's head, as if to say she could hold her down with one hand, and instinctively ran it through her own hair in a captivating gesture.

Cassandra had been enjoying the scene, taking voluptuous drags from her cigarette, remaining composed but aroused. When Ulrika began staring straight into her eyes, panting and alluring, threatening to keep grinding against Brittany's face until she climaxed under Cassandra's gaze, the balance of her arousal wavered. Moreover, her "pupil's" perfect devotion had instinctively chosen the most fitting pose to turn her into a perfect fuck toy: her armpit, with that thick forest of hair now in full display, now released an even more pungent bitch-in-heat stench that her very sensitive nose could pick up all too well.

Sensing that it was time to take back control of the game and set the stage perfectly for her Mistress, Cassandra seductively wove herself into the girl's lust, slowly bringing her face closer to the other's.

Ulrika looked at her ecstatically, without the courage to do anything, completely surrendering to the desire of her Owner, obedient yet impatient, awaiting the fulfillment of the promise she read in her Mistress's lustful eyes.

Her signal was Cassandra's eyes half-closing as she brought her lips closer to Ulrika's. The girl did the same, her lips parted in anticipation, her tongue eagerly seeking that of her guide.

When their mouths met, the exchange was lewd and sacred at the same time. Ulrika's head tilted back slightly, receiving the kiss with reverence as Cassandra's tongue caressed hers like a priestess administering a blessing, both dominant and loving.

Despite Brittany's tireless efforts with her tongue, that consecration was an intimate, profound pleasure for Ulrika, a long-sought recognition that melted away any semblance of self-control. The sharp, brazen smell of her own arousal that intermingled in their kiss was the straw that broke the camel's back: with a hoarse groan moaned into her lover's lips, Ulrika pressed her pubis against her former rival's face, releasing a wet, feverish orgasm into her mouth. Her ecstasy was split between the physical pleasure of her pussy dominating Brittany like a bitch marking its territory and the transcendent delight of her tongue worshipping her inspiration like a handmaiden caught in a rapture.

Through every last pelvic contraction that had her gushing into the blonde's mouth, the scorching kiss continued without losing force. Only when Ulrika's breathing returned to normal did Cassandra withdraw her tongue, leaning back against the bar before taking a sip of her Cuba Libre to highlight the sweet taste of the Domination she had once again taught her inexperienced follower.

Ulrika lingered a bit, gazing at her Mistress with a look of total devotion and dreamy admiration, before Brittany brought her back down to earth. Pulling away delicately from the brunette's sensitive lips, Brittany fixed her with doe-like eyes and said a seemingly sincere, "Wow, 'Rika, you're delicious!"

The other turned slowly towards her, her expression shifting to one of surprise: partly because the mystical ecstasy of the kiss with her role model had almost made her forget she didn't have a vibrator between her thighs, but a human being, and partly because she hadn't expected such "sportsmanship" after the treatment she had given her.

"Feeling better now?" Brittany continued, further disarming her, honestly beginning to make Ulrika feel some guilt for how she had judged and consequently treated her.

"Y-Yes, thank you," Ulrika stammered, feeling rather uncomfortable now that she was deprived of the moral superiority that had so well sustained her cynical attitude towards the blonde.

"Do you want to pee as well?" Brittany asked candidly, then immediately opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, crouching down further to align herself in anticipation of the stream.

Now the other's behavior was truly beginning to unsettle her: had she really misjudged her so much in sizing her up? In assessing her "devotion" to the perverse faith to which their benefactresses had initiated them? She certainly felt that she herself would never do the same for the one she had until now considered a bimbo, unless ordered.

"Uh... No, thank you, Brie. I'm fine," she replied, embarrassed, unconsciously switching to a more familiar diminutive of the other's name.

To be fair, she had entertained the idea of forcing her to drink her piss halfway through the ride, certain that her Mistress would help her gain the blonde's obedience, but now that Brittany was offering herself as a willing victim, the desire she had felt imagining it had turned into shame for having thought of it. Especially because, while asking, she still had her face smeared with strands of Ulrika's juices running from her pussy down to Brittany's drenched chin.

"Can I clean myself in your bush?" Brittany asked, making it clear that she wasn't remaining filthy out of ignorance of her condition, but out of obedience to their ritual. This, of course, did nothing to make Ulrika feel better, especially given the request, which seemed decidedly out of line with the haughty and selfish image of the blonde she had cultivated until now.

"W-Why?" Ulrika just managed to ask, uncertain.

"Do you want me to stay messy?" Brittany inquired, without a trace of sarcasm, genuinely trying to understand if that was the brunette's preference, implying she would respect it.

"No... But do you want a napkin?" Ulrika countered, trying to avoid expressing the real question, which was: Why would you want to clean yourself in my bush?

"Oh, no, thank you," Brittany replied, demonstrating her skill in remaining polite and outgoing even with a quart of pussy broth dripping down her face. "It's just that your hair is so thick and soft... It really turns me on."

Ulrika swallowed heavily, her discomfort and guilt rapidly increasing.

"O-Okay," she finally uttered. At that signal, the blonde delved into the top part of Ulrika's lush forest, miraculously spared from the flood, and affectionately rubbed herself clean, finishing with a chaste kiss just below Ulrika's navel as she began to rise after being finished.

Back at the same height, the Goth girl felt decidedly uncomfortable meeting the other's gaze, but it helped that Brittany's eyes showed not the slightest trace of acrimony or resentment.

"Thank you, Brie," Ulrika forced herself to say to avoid falling into a pathetic silence.

"Oh, no problem! Actually, thank you; you taste delicious," Brittany chirped, smiling broadly.

"Actually, I..." Ulrika began, trying to decide whether to reveal her intent in making herself so "pickled" for their Hostess, but Brittany didn't give her the chance:

"Not to mention the smell of your armpits: you're really in heat! I could smell it from down there: I just couldn't stop dripping, not even for a second," the blonde confessed vulgarly, casting a lustful glance at the dark curls under her friend's arms. "Can I have a lick there too? Please!" She begged cutely, already moving closer and bringing her face toward the precious bush.

Ulrika remained decidedly uncertain about this new Brittany and her requests, but she thought she owed it to her, considering how she had treated her. So she slowly lifted her left arm again, the one that had already seduced Cassandra, while Brittany bent down to better dive into it.

However, when the blonde's face was less than a hand's breadth away, Cassandra's slender hand descended swiftly, gripping one of the large hoop earrings adorning Brittany's earlobes and using it as a handle to pull her away from the brunette, emphasizing the gesture with a condescending yet firm, "That's enough. You got what you wanted. Now come here and let me have a taste."

With graceful and obedient elegance, Brittany immediately followed Madame's command, rising with the suppleness of a tamed snake and leaning towards her until their lips were within reach of each other's. Cassandra let go of the earring to place her hand behind Brittany's neck, shoving her tongue into her mouth unceremoniously, greedily exploring it.

Ulrika was instead caught by surprise, suddenly becoming a simple bystander without fully understanding what was happening, particularly shaken by the "That's enough" and even more by the "You got what you wanted," which made her feel guilty, especially after her attitude towards her evening companion.

However, Cassandra's intentions were quite different: like her young pupil, she had dealt with people similar to Brittany all her life before Azuki "saved" her, and all she had ever earned from them was frustration and annoyance. "Climbers" and "manipulators" were the two words that best described people like her. Just as, until ten minutes ago, Ulrika would have described Brittany.

Unlike Ulrika, however, it took more than some pussy-licking and obedient tail-wagging for Cassandra to doubt her judgment.

Actually, if anything, that performance confirmed it.

For the blonde, it wasn't enough the fact that she would be getting such an overwhelming amount of cock that night to last her until Christmas. No, she wanted to be first.

"First" meant that Azuki had to want to fuck her first, longer, more times, desiring her more than the other.

Being clever and having done her homework, she knew exactly what it took to impress their "patron"; that's why she had soaked her bodysuit, making sure to impregnate it with pussy smell, and why she had flavored the already pungent hairy armpits with vaginal secretions.

But fair competition was a bit too restrictive for people like her... And if there was one area where she couldn't compete on equal terms with the brunette, it was definitely how strong and obscene the smell and taste of her pussy and her armpits were.

And if she couldn't have it between her thighs or under her arms, then, considering how much the parrot-haired, big-dicked she-stud enjoyed making out with her sluts, she would get it in her mouth, better if "stolen", cleaning up the "honeycomb" that cadaverously pale idiot had so carefully brewed.

It was this attempt to rig the race that Cassandra had reprimanded, but Ulrika was too young and, above all, too honest to notice, and so, when the kiss finally broke, her concern grew because what she heard coming out of her Mistress's lips seemed like words of approval for the blonde... and not for her.

"Yes, you did a good job," Cassandra declared, though she granted that merit with an extremely cold and almost dismissive tone. "Go upstairs and change. You can choose the bathing suit first."

"Thank you, Madame," Brittany replied, giving the half-Frenchwoman a cunning look, understanding that she had never left the vigilant gaze of their Maîtresse and that she had gone too far trying to steal the filthy musk of the brunette's armpits. She dropped the mask, pleased to have at least found someone who could appreciate the finesse of her maneuver. At the same time, she cast a sly glance at Ulrika, accompanied by a mischievous smile that spoke volumes.

The blonde then strutted towards the stairs leading to the upper part of the Penthouse, no longer deigning her rival with a glance and simply bidding her farewell with a hand flick and an equally terse "Ta ta, 'Rika," leaving the girl even more bewildered. Suddenly, it seemed the Brittany that made her so uncomfortable came back, but she couldn't understand the meaning of such a sudden change.

Within the space of a couple of steps, anxiety got the better of Ulrika, and she immediately turned to her Mistress, trying to justify her overbearing behavior.

"Madame! I'm sorry! I thought Brittany was just a superficial and arrogant girl; that's why I... and instead..." she stammered, clearly struggling under the weight of the terror of disappointing Cassandra.

"... And instead, you were right," the other concluded, taking a drag from her cigarette, regal as always. She broke eye contact for just a moment, but it was enough to make the girl fear the worst. "You were perfect, but you're still naive."

Although that sounded like a compliment to Ulrika, she couldn't contain her anxiety and blurted out, "Did I do something wrong, Madame?"

"I'll explain later," Cassandra cut her off. "Now come here and lick my cunt: let's make sure you're not the only one whose mouth doesn't taste like pussy when Miss Kurenai gets here," and even as she finished speaking, she was already spreading her thighs, opening her sarong, and moving aside the tiny microkini that was buried in her thick jungle.

As well stated by her Mistress, Ulrika's problem was naivety, not intelligence, so it just took her brain that not-so-veiled reference to set the gears in motion and soon trace back through the series of unusual events of the last few minutes, finally explaining the despicable scheming of the blonde.

Like a sudden wave, the awareness abruptly hit her, first submerging her in a tide of rage that blinded her with uncontrollable fury, then quickly replaced by panic for having let her "gift" for Miss Kurenai be stolen.

"We'll be in the pool soon," Cassandra began reassuring her, "Otherwise I wouldn't have let her do it. Tonight, you stink like a bitch in heat, but there's not much you can do against chlorine. It would have been a shame not to let Azuki experience how you made your pussy reek. Don't worry, when they kiss, it won't be hard for her to figure out where the taste of drenched twat in her mouth came from. Just focus on shoving those filthy armpits in my fiancée's face before you dive into the pool."

The Frenchwoman's words certainly soothed the girl's wounded pride, but it was clear from her expression (and the fact that she wasn't already wagging her tail between Cassandra's thighs and fervently licking) that she was still sulking from having been made to look like a fool in front of her. Another bit of affection was needed to reestablish the right atmosphere for that "intimate evening."

"Come on, I promise that tonight I'll blow my last load deep inside your sweet little pussy."

"Really?!" The other immediately brightened up, ecstatic at the prospect.

"Yes, my little puppy, I promise you'll fall asleep while we're making out, with my cockhead still dribbling cum right in your baby-room. But now, I want to enjoy some nice pussy worship while I call my girlfriend to tell her we're ready to get fucked, and you need to prepare a climaxed-cunt-flavored-kiss to welcome her properly. Vite, vite!" she concluded, tapping her index finger near her crotch to urge her to her hot destination.

Completely restored by that strange magical formula of obscene tenderness and tender obscenities, Ulrika dove radiantly between her Mistress's legs like an obedient little dog; she even felt her ass rhythmically clenching the plug in excitement and could have sworn that if she had a tail, it would be wagging happily.

Cassandra observed her from above with a pleased, aristocratic scowl as she immersed herself in her jungle, still soaked from the seven orgasms Azuki had forced on her just a few hours earlier (which she had, of course, been careful not to wash off) and enjoyed her slave's devoted oral submission, taking a relaxing drag from her cigarette while instructing her on her preferences.

"Start inside the lips: clean deep inside first, then brush the clit. Is it clear?" The head between her thighs nodded without losing rhythm, diving further into her moist crack.

Satisfied with the girl's obedience, Cassie left her to her fervent work, completely distracting her attention, appreciating her docile efforts as true mistresses do, without giving too much satisfaction to their servants.

She then retrieved her phone from the counter and, taking yet another drag from the vaporizer, dialed Azuki's number with the same poise as a CEO calling home during a lunch break to tell her husband to book a restaurant for dinner.

The phone rang a few times as Cassandra sipped a bit more of her Cuba Libre, and Ulrika's tongue swirled ever more zealously in the nasty pigpen she was cleaning up.

"Hello?" Azuki's voice finally came from the other end, followed by a muffled patter.

"Mon Amour, are you there? Are you all right?" Cassie asked as she distinctly felt her slave's tongue quiver in her cunt, driven to a light spontaneous orgasm by how filthy the snack she was having was. "Everything is ready here. I'm done with the prep work. I am here with Brittany and Ulrika; we are waiting for you for the toast."