Ep39

Clara was grinning. She really liked Shamira’s sister. “We will. But like she told you, her job is dangerous.”
“But it sounds interesting, at least to her. And if it fulfills her somehow, then it’s worth it. This is just so much to take into account.”
Clara smiled inwardly now, wondering how Samantha would take it if she truly understood Clara’s relationship with Shamira, or the life her sister had gotten into.
Clyde, Shamira, and Gayle all came outside. Gayle looked much relieved, Clyde looked content, and Shamira was practically glowing. “Mall opens in an hour,” Shamira said. “We can get phones there.”
“I’ll have to tell Patrick something in case he finds it. Probably say it’s work related. The dufus will buy that.”
“He’s a dufus, but you married him,” Shamira said, hugging her sister again. “You wanna take your car or ours?
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The next night . . .
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Clara and Shamira pulled back into the garage shortly before midnight. Shamira’s spirits were high, and Clara was smiling despite complaining for the last three hours that Samantha and Shamira had just gotten their phones and didn’t need to use them after spending half the day together.
“It’s actually good to be home,” Shamira said, hanging the keys up on the wall.
“Yes it is,” came Clara’s voice from behind her. The slimmer woman shoved Shamira against the wall. “And now, you need to remember that you’re not in Kansas anymore. And it’s not your day off anymore,” she whispered heatedly into Shamira’s ear. “Go to your room, put on something appropriate, and then report to Shane.” She stepped back and brought a hand down hard on the muscular woman’s denim-clad ass. “Got it?”
“Yes Mistress Clara,” Shamira crooned. ‘Did I just croon?’ she wondered. ‘I guess I did.’ Something was different. She was happier than she could remember. She actually had a bounce in her step as she went to her room, and looked for a uniform for the evening like a teenager picking out an outfit for her first date. Straps or skin? Leather or latex? Make-up or . . . mask? Monique had filled up Shamira’s closet with an assortment of active-wear, and there was a shelf covered with mannequin heads dressed up in all sorts of bondage masks. She ran her hands over each of them. This was new. New was good. Was she really this excited?
Shane was sitting in his office, waiting for an update. He had a stack of things in his outbox that needed to be distributed, but he wanted to find out how Shamira and Clara’s trip had gone. Clara had called him from the garage and told him that Shamira was on her way and that things had gone well. She had that amused tone to her voice that showed up whenever she knew that Shane was going to be surprised by something. That made him smile. He heard a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he said smoothly. When the door opened, he almost didn’t recognize his muscular new vampire. She was wearing a spandex mask, with holes similar to a ski mask with a hole in the back for her ponytail. Those large breasts were attempting to spill out of the leather-mesh bra, and she was wearing a pair of stretchy butt-shorts that exposed more cheek than they concealed. She also had a pair of leather steel-toed boots that were buffed and polished as black as night.
“Shamira,” he said softly. She looked different, and not just in dress. She actually looked relaxed. “Approach the desk.” He watched as she walked forward, a certain confidence in her step. Many submissives leaned towards being meek. There was something defiant hidden just underneath Shamira’s skin, and it excited Shane. “Bend over the desk and grab the edge on this side. Good.” He removed his belt and folded it in half. “Now explain what happened on your trip.”
“Yes Sir,” she started, just before the first slap of the belt came down on her helpless backside. ‘Just enjoy it,’ she told herself. She even pressed her crotch against the edge of the desk as the belt met backside. She told him everything that happened, including her accidental reuniting with her sister. She figured it probably would piss him off, but she wasn’t going to sugarcoat it.
Actually, Shane was delighted. Admittedly it wasn’t his ideal situation, but it had apparently brought Shamira to this point. She had become part of this bizarre new world, and she was able to share it with someone to a small degree. All her new friends were part of it, and she had just needed some kind of connection to her past. By all accounts, Shamira’s sister seemed like a reasonable person who wouldn’t endanger anyone, and she anchored Shamira in many ways.
By the time his new charge was done with the story, her backside was striped heavily, and she didn’t seem nervous or regretful at all. Despite popular mythology, vampire’s blood did flow, but only when needed to heal the body. Shamira seemed like she wanted to climax. He’d give that to her . . . that and so much more. But not yet.
“Do you understand why I’ve treated you this way?” he asked, his voice betraying nothing.
“Because I’ve made you angry in some way?” she replied, pressing against his desk.
“Because you’ve made me very proud,” he replied soothingly. “Put your hands behind your back now.” When she had done as he commanded, he pulled handcuffs from another drawer and secured her wrists. Then he hit the intercom. “Henry, could you come to my office please?”
Shamira wondered what was in store for her. She’d never been with Henry in a carnal sense, and her curiosity was getting the better of her.
Henry showed up, looking even more Western casual than Shamira usually did. He broke out in a grin when he saw that the boss already had company.
“When did she get back?” he asked as if she wasn’t there.
Shane unzipped his slacks and pulled his semi-rigid member out. “Open,” he ordered Shamira, shoving his cock into her mouth. “Suck.” He waited until she began applying pressure, bringing him to full rigidity, then continued. “Henry, I think Shamira here should help with that little project I put you on. You’re still lead, but I want to expand her horizons,” he said, winking and staring at her backside.
Henry nodded, unzipping his own jeans. “Feet together,” her ordered Shamira. ‘Damn she has a nice ass,’ he thought. He peeled her shorts down to mid-thigh, effectively trapping her legs together while exposing her. He raised a hand and smacked that now-bare ass hard enough that it rang out through the office. Then he pushed his way between her folds and straight into her core, enjoying the tightness of her pussy as he began pumping her.
“Does she know what the project is?”
“Not yet. You can fill her in.”
Shamira was trying to pay attention to what they were saying, which was difficult considering the circumstances. Henry was a bit better endowed than Shane, and the two of them together was a lot of manhood. Shane had grabbed her head and was thrusting himself between her lips, and she was sucking eagerly and dragging her tongue along his length. And with her thighs pressed tightly together, Henry’s shaft felt bigger than it probably should. Neither man was being particularly gentle with her. She was just a sexual object, no more important than a cup of coffee while they discussed business.
She tried to ask permission to orgasm, but with her mouth full of cock, the idea was daunting. Her body was seized with delight, and neither man even slowed his pace. Her juices flowed out as she lay between them, and her mind didn’t pick up on much of anything that they said for the next minute or so. The next thing she picked up was:
“– by Thursday. Renata is returning with the new security additions on Friday, so that will be a meet’n’greet day, then she’s got the deal with the faeries on Saturday.”
“You sure she’s going to be up for it after this deal and her ‘therapy’ with Banshee?”
“She’ll do as she’s told,” Shane said. He withdrew his member from her face, slapped her on her cheek through the soft mask, then waited for her to respond.
“Yes Sir,” she got out just before he shoved his member back down her throat. And he was going down her throat all the way, activating her gag reflex automatically. But since she didn’t need to breathe, Shane didn’t much care.
“No more flaking out?” Henry asked, spanking her ass hard again . . . and again . . . and again.
“I think that she’s learned her place,” Shane replied. “She belongs here. She belongs to us.”
Henry grabbed Shamira’s bound hands and pushed them up, locking her arms and making her push harder against the desk. With her shoulders. Shane slapped her exposed upper arms, lighting up the skin there as well. Shane started pulling all the way out of her mouth, slapping her in the face with his cock, then thrusting rapidly back in. And Shamira dreaded the moments that he wasn’t inside her. His cock should be inside her. Both of them should. All of them should.
‘What the hell’s gotten into you?’ Shamira asked of herself. But she had no answers for herself except for the grunts of pleasure that poured from her mouth into Shane’s shaft, amplified by the pounding that Henry was giving her.
Henry pressed both of this thumbs into Shamira’s ass and pulled slightly as he fucked her. He was looking forward to exploring all her pleasures, but this was just some quick fun. He was sure that Shane had a reason he was sharing, and Henry wasn’t one to look a gift whore in the mouth. Or anywhere else.