Serpent's Tooth

Phyliss was afraid that she would really drop out of the window, if he would just let her go accidently while pounding her so hard. She wailed one moment, as a hard push moved her forward, then she had to squak again as she felt him filling her wet pussy. Now she was really in his command, and this feeling wasn't even so bad as if she had imagined a few days before. Somehow, Antides did open her mind. If for a good thing, was something different.
 
Gor

He slid one hand to her enclosed breasts, using the rope on either side of her nipple to squeeze and roll the nipple as he kept pounding into her. It felt great and with the squeaks she let out he wasn't stopping anytime soon. Seemed like he found a new pass time, this was even better than plundering a village and raping the women. He grinned as he kept manhandling her nipple using the rope as his shaft kept sliding in and out of her wet lips
 
Phyliss kept leaning on the sill, because there was nothing else she could do with her hands tied behind her back. He was running in and out of her like a crazy machine, and she was just to shook up to care about the pain as he pinched her hard nipples on her squeezed breast. She did not even think about any spectators who could see her enraptured face, nor did she think bout anyone listening to her crazy shrieks and squeaks she uttered each time he drove into her. She had forgotten all time and all of the world.
 
Quomor

Qoumor kept rubbing his dick inside of Verialyn, while he peeked over her shoulder towards the window. But finally, his strength got exhausted, and he pulled out of her, what still felt strange, as if someone pulled out a large, soft sausage of her intimate region.
 
Verialyn felt empty after Quomor had withdrawn, and commented it with a soft sigh. She lay there on the windowsill for a few more moments, amusedly watching Phyliss' form as her friend got worked over by the barbarian, before she finally pushed herself up and turned around, facing Quomor again. Even in its flaccid state his member still was an eye catcher.

Finally she broke the silence and asked, referencing one of his former statements "So sex really is something purely mechanical for you, and nothing you really enjoy?" As she spoke she could feel the first drops of his seed leaking out of her.
 
Quomor

"My size does not represent the importance of this thing in my life." said Quomor. "Many think, that big genitals mean that you have nothing in mind then one thing. Are people with a huge head expected to think all the time, or people with big feet prefer to walk more then others? But, yes, I did enjoy it. At least this time."
 
Gor

He looked out at the window noticing the half-gorgon's mistress, from the state of her and the man with her, it was clear that she have been spending her time wisely. He chuckled and focused on his current situation, letting go of her nipple he gave her one buttock a slap between thrusts, liking her reaction to that he continued to do that, turning her soft skin an angry red. Switching hands he went to work on her other buttock, the smacks resounding along with the rhythmic smacking of his groin against her, coupled with her squeaks and shrieks.
 
"Oh no, Quomor, I think you have misunderstood me. I did not intend to imply that just because you are ... hung as well as you are all you ever cared for was to have as much sex as possible. If those clichés were true, then judging by the size of these" she pointed to her enormous naked breasts "I should be in the same camp." Well, she did like sex a lot, but that was besides the point.

"I was just wondering if being used as a sex tool so often - I am just guessing it had been often in your case - had taken the fun out of the act for you when it does happen. I myself simply enjoy it a lot," She openly smiled at him again now "and would be sad if you did not. But judging by your last remark it seems my fear was baseless anyways."
 
Quomor

Quomor looked at her. "I mus say, the often use has not done me good, because it took something out of me. But I am not dead inside. I just need a way to lead a roper life beyond being the freak toy."
 
Phyliss hissed between her squeaks. "Yesss sssppank me..." This had never had happened really and properly to her before, but it was strange how much she anticipated this treatment. And it did really hurt, with her turned down magic shield. ut it gave her something, something she had missed a long time, although she did not know why.
 
"I will see what can be done about that. How do you think you could earn a living if not inside some lusty woman?" Verialyn seemed a bit lost in thought, but then her head came up again and she took a step away from the window.

"And we have to work on giving you back the fun that a healthy sex life can bring. Not as a toy to be comanded, but as an active participant.

I want you to think about your desires in that regard. You claim that you enjoyed ourlittle act over at the window, so your desire can not be completely dead. Take your time, and then tell me how you would envision the ideal intercourse."

As she left him to his thoughts her eyes wandered over the room, and to the brown bundle in the corner. The contents of Lord Mercurius' safe. They had handed over the folder with the contracts to Flavius, but not bothered to closely examine the rest. Maybe she could give it a first survey while Quomor was thinking.
 
Gor

He stopped all movement, his shaft half in, half out of her wet pussy, his hand hovering just ready to spank her ass again.

"What was that slave? I couldn't quite hear you."
 
Phyliss took a breath between the next thrust and squeaked: "Spank me please...master." She would have felt humilated to say such a thing and even more if she learned that someone saw or heard it, but she wasn't thinking at the moment.
 
Gor

"Much better,"

he rewarded her with a loud slap on her buttock and started thrusting again, gripping her hip he pulled her back so that her breasts rested on the windowsill, her nipples rubbing over the smooth wood in time with his thrusts. Still holding on to her hands to make sure he didn't drop her, he started slapping her firm, round buttock again.

"Enjoying yourself slave girl?"
 
Something in Phyliss wanted to protest, but it was to weak against the sensations exploding in her head. "Yes..." she whined weakly.
 
Gor

He grunted and shifted both hands to her hips, pulling her back into each thrust, working on filling her with his seed. Without conscious thought his one hand slid between her legs to rub her clit as he continued to thrust hard and fast into her, moving his hips slightly with each thrust to add more sensation for him by changing the angles with which he penetrated her.
 
Phyliss felt his seemen running into her. It felt good, and there was no need to worry. Gorgons couldn't get pregnant, at least she could not. Her squeaks did not stop, but they became a lit weaker, because she started to get exhausted. Still, she didn't want him to stop. He could fuck her until she would break down and faint.
 
Quomor

"What I would like? What I dislike is that sexuality became my duty as a slave. Some scrub the floor, some wash the dishes, and I was called to please the fat, old and ugly widow, or to play the grotesque freak in the orgy, like the yodeling dwarf and the lady with three breasts. I have seen rich, noble and well respected men that look at least as ugly as I am. And even as they should understand how I feel, they show no pity and need their slaves as compensation for their own selfpity." he paused. "It is the dignity of a free man that I miss."
 
Verialyn nodded.

"We should reverse roles some time soon then. Let me play the little slave girl with you in command. Do you think you could enjoy that?

But maybe I should have a look how my friend over there fares. I should be back soon, though. Spend that time to think my suggestion over."

With these words she got up and headed towards the door, oblivious to the fact that she was still stark naked.
 
Quomor

Quomor sighted as she walked away. He did not want to reverse roles, he wanted to get rid of roles. How should he tell her that she understood nothing? He hated slavery and abuse. He didn't want to be an abusive slavemaster, but a free man. Maybe she would learn. Hw wondered what status the gorgon had. His new mistress, if he could call her that way, said she wasn't her slave, but a friend. He would learn. But judging from what he saw and heard she had to be so sex obsessed like the other one. He wondered if she would ask to perfom on her, and that gave him the creeps. Sure, the gorgon was beautiful, but the thought of a bunch of huge, posionous snakes only a few inches away made him shiver. Maybe he should have went for the old widow.... darn.
 
Phyliss did not even notice that the door of the room was opened. She just kept on squealing and squeaking faintly, while everything around her flickered in strange, bright colors. She stared with misty, wide eyes into the crazy patterns in the air and even drooled a little while her squeezed breasts rubbed over the window sill, and the seemen startet to flow out of her wide open snatch. She didn't even notice the rope cutting into her bound wirsist on her back.
 
Gor

Finally he pulled from the slave girl's pussy, he pulled her from the windowsill and pushed her onto the bed, from the look on her face he would have said that she was in the throes of an orgasm that would put many to shame. He noticed the door opening and didn't even move to cover himself, as Gerdonian he had no inclination of shame. He did start to look around for a weapon if this meeting was one of harm.
 
Verialyn casually strolled into the room, surveying both of its current residents. After she had taken in the scene she walked over to her gorgon friend on the bed, knelt down and looked her in the face, friendly asking her

"So, what has it been like so far?"
 
Phyliss lied on her stomache, her hands tied on her back, her legs spread, while seemen dropped from her lower holes. She looked up to her friend with misty eyes and a lost, far away smile on her way. As answer she gave a sound between a sight and a moan, not able to articulate a word yet.
 
Verialyn reached out and started to untie her friend, ignoring Gor for now. Instead she continued talking to her, trying to get her out of her trance

"So tell me, what exactly has he done to you?"
 
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