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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 57 - Heat

_ SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters_.

Dana paced back and forth in the late afternoon sun. Her golden mane glittered as she looked out over the vast dragon capital city spread far below. She didn't dare go too near the ledge. It curved downward at the edge, making it dangerous to get too close lest one slip and fall. It was a long, long way down, and worse, a large drake made its home just below them. Falling to one's death would be a blessing compared to being caught by something that could, and would eat you whole, unicorn horn and all.

Not that her horn was the deterrent it used to be. One of the first things the dragons had done to her, and all her fellow unicorn slaves was to collar and clip their horns. She shuddered at the feel of the enormous steel weight slamming down to take the last inch off her horn, and the terrible grinding that went on for what seemed like hours after. A unicorns horn was nearly indestructible, but dragons took advantage of that qualifier and found a way to damage them anyway.

She was on edge and not sure why. Partly it was because her friend Tamira was spending the day with their Master, and who knows what he was doing to her. But the rest of the mares were nervous too, she could see it in how they huddled together in makeshift herds, broke apart and reformed into new groups almost endlessly. Like they wanted company, but once they gathered together became uncomfortable and drifted apart.

The wind gusted in from the large cave opening, slightly chill and making her nipples suddenly harden with a funny ache. "Nnnngh" she said and shivered, her body quivering. She rubbed her hands together to warm them, then moved to hug herself, hands pressed to her rubs to warm up. Funny, it wasn't that cold. She let out a soft moan as she continued to rub, and then gasped as her fingers traced over her hardened nipples. Flushing in embarrassment, she dropped her hands, wondering how they had managed to wind up THERE! She glanced around nervously but nobody seemed to have noticed.

Dana walked back to the group, now aware of a hotness between her legs. She tried to keep herself turned so nobody could notice, but none of the other mares seemed to take much interest in her, all dispersed to various parts of the cave. She tried to find a secluded spot to settle down when she heard a familiar grinding noise.

Dana and the rest of the mares made a jumble of whining, groaning and sighing sounds as they made their way to the back of the cave. One by one they lined up in a row, and knelt. Sometimes when the doors were opened it was just food or other supplies, but it COULD be their dragon Master. He demanded they take this position when he entered, so any time the door was opened they assumed the position. Not a single one of them was willing to risk defying the dragon. He had shown himself to be very willing, and even eager to dish out horrible punishments for the slightest failure. She clasped her arms behind her back, head bowed, and waited.

She did not have to wait long. Soon a familiar figure appeared in the doorway, a large blue dragon. Rahmor. Master. She had other names for him, but for now she concentrated on staying still, staring at the floor and only watching with her peripheral vision. She relaxed a bit as another familiar form appeared, her friend Tamira walking behind her. She squirmed. Did he have his tail up her...?

Tamira followed her Master closely. She had little choice with his tailtip sunk deep into her horny and wet sex. Damn him for using such a humiliating way to lead her, and damn her body for going into heat and making it feel so good. No, damn him for that too, as he had admitted to deliberately not giving them the bluesalts that every mare took to keep from going into seasonal heat. She never really noticed, as they were baked and cooked into pretty much everything a unicorn or furry susceptible to such things ate. She just assumed that of course it would be here too, but no. He WANTED them to suffer this. She wondered if the other mares knew yet. The... activities he put her through recently had set them off for her, but the others might not be fully into it. Yet. She moaned as the tail directed her to his side, and she knelt down. She looked over the row of mares, seeing lots of blushing and squirming. Yes, they were showing the signs all right.

She took a quick look around. Only one other guard was on duty. Nella. She put the cat bitch out of her mind. She needed to concentrate now. Master was always at his worse when he had something planned, and while she didn't know exactly what that was, it was bound to be no good.

"How are all my little slaves doing?" said Rahmor. He looked them over with pleasure. Other than his harem, they were his prize possessions and it gave him a thrill to see them all kneeling obediently. They had been anything but obedient not too long ago. Running wild in the furry lands, directionless, crazed and having no purpose. Disorganized. That had all changed when the dragons sent a surprise raid to their village, and others. They had been captured, collared, and sold. Now they were his, and were slowly learning their place, and how to properly behave in dragon society. The first step had been firmly taken. They all knew by now they were slaves. His slaves. One by one he was making them his, fitting them into his lair.

One had joined his harem, happily serving him, pampered and dominated. Not all furries were crazy. Some had hidden fantasies and desires of dominance, or in the case of his new harem girl, submission. All it took was a little encouragement and she took to it like a calf to a mothers teat. He smirked. Or a unicorn mare to her Master's cock.

He glanced down at Tamira, and gave her nose a pat before pulling her head to his side, sliding a finger into her mouth. She was another success. She had pledged her service to him, and was now one of his guards. Not trusted completely of course, but after quite a bit of manipulation and domination, she too fell into place.

He looked along the line of mares. Dana would soon be shown her place. Oara would as well, her sadistic desires awoken and ready to be exploited and encouraged. Telly, such a sweet thing... she seems to have found her place all on her own, carrying his egg and attempting to please him however she could. His eyes paused on one of the more regal looking mares in his collection. Two large pendants that used to be necklaces were heavily hanging from her nipples. Sabeth. Distant descendant of a royal line that had its power stripped by the dragons generations ago. He had such plans for her. He had plans for all of them.

"Nella... bring the box."

Dana felt her heart sink. The box was a small crate that had been delivered earlier that day. She had no idea what was inside. She had wondered aloud with other mares earlier when it had been brought in. What did that dragon bastard have in store for them today? Some terrible torture devices she was sure. Something hard and metal. With spikes. Sharp spikes. She whined in fear.

The cat grunted as she hauled the box off the floor to set it down before her Master, then quickly took her place at his other side, seeing Tamira snuggling up beside the blue dragon. She did the same, nuzzling and was rewarded with a pat on her head. Purr!

Tamira mrpmped with the finger in her mouth, tasting her master on her tongue. To her side she could see his kilt bulging and knew that sooner or later, he was going to shove that too big and too bumpy cock into her. She hoped it would be her mouth, she wanted to suck it. No! She shook her head. Bite it! She wanted to bite the damn thing off. Cursed hormones! She was having a hard time thinking straight. She knew she was in trouble when she WANTED to touch a male. She was a lesbian, always had been. Males did not interest her. Turned her off in fact. Until now.

"I had a few new toys made for my mares. Be a good girl and put them on, Tamira. They fit over their muzzles. Kind of like feed bags. Make sure they are on tight," said Rahmor. He slipped his finger from Tamira's mouth and patted her head again.

Tamira nodded, panting a bit as his tail slid from her sex, freeing her to move. She groaned, feeling the loss, wanting it replaced. She was deep in heat now, the desire to mate overwhelming. It was so bad she wanted anything... any species, any sex... just make that itch go away!

Rahmor said, "If you're not up to it, I'm sure you could ask Nella to do your job in return for a favor."

Tamira shook her head, nearly growling. No. She was not going to give Nella the satisfaction, or a favor. Who knows what she would want. Nothing good. She opened the lid to the box, wondering what was inside, and reeled. The smell hit her like a hammer. It was like the inside of a barracks changing room. Sweat and musk. But there was no hint of female here, only the scent of male unicorn stallion. Strong. Powerful. She must have been smelling it as soon as she got near it. With the lid open... she shook her head. It was the worst thing she could have imagined. The smell was terrible. She had always hated males. All hard and muscled and smelling of boy stink. Nothing like the sweet scent and taste of a mare... body soft and warm and inviting.

Tamira bit her tongue and swore at the pain. But it snapped her out of it. She looked into the box and saw a pile of leather pouches.

Rahmor leaned down and whispered, "Many enslaved unicorn stallions have been put to work as part of breaking them. They have LOTS of stamina and are useful too. I arranged to have some wear these as they worked, used like loincloths. That's days and days of scent collected in them. I can see they are even affecting you, my little cunt-licking slut."

Tamira wanted to take deep, slow breaths to calm herself, angry at the dragons actions and insults. But she didn't dare, not with the smell of these things so close. She simply picked up several, and approached. If she didn't do it, someone else would, and she would be punished. So would other mares too. It was how Master worked. The taste of blood helped. She only wished it was not her own.

Dana knelt at the end of the line, wondering what was in store. She saw Tamira approaching, carrying hide bags with strings tied to them. That didn't look too bad, but Tamira seemed very disturbed, and it made her worry.

Tamira stopped in front of Dana, a bit unsteady on her feet. I'm sorry she said with her eyes as she slid the bag over Dana's muzzle. A string had been weaved into the top of the bag and she pulled it tight, securing it around the unicorn's white face. Two other strings were on the side, those she tied behind Dana's head, ensuring the bag wouldn't come off.

Dana blinked as the bag was pushed over her face. Was it supposed to suffocate her? She took a deep breath to make sure she could still breathe, and coughed. It smelled... like... like... she shuddered. She exhaled, her breath filling the bag, blowing back against her face hot and moist. It took all her will not to reach up and pull it off. It smelled! She inhaled again, not wanting too, but needing to breathe. It smelled like sweaty shorts. It smelled like... she blushed deeply. It smelled like stallion. She was no virgin before her capture. She hadn't done much... but had been talked into going down on a stallion, and it smelled like this. Was she wearing some boys jock strap? Gross! She panted in the bag, it was hard to breathe... she had to work to get air. She huffed harder... her panting turning to a moan.

Dana squirmed more, fingers digging into the short and soft fur at her hips. Her crotch felt like it was being held over a warm candle. Hot. Her nipples hardened and tingled once more, but there was no breeze to blame. She trembled, her mare body reacting to the powerful stallion musk and pheromones. Designed to get a mare's attention. Especially one in heat. Dana had no chance. Her body was MADE for this, and responded. She wanted stallion cock, and she wanted it NOW!

Her mind wandered back to the stallion she had a crush on. He was so handsome, and she had been so lonely. Dana remembered how it felt to be wanted, how turned on she was by seeing him slowly removing his shorts... feeling his chest and well toned stomach with her trembling hand. Her hand trembled now as she swayed on her knees, confused and so very horny. She looked up at Tamira, but she had already moved to the next in line. Dana whined, breathing in the heady scent with every breath.

Tamira couldn't watch and began to affix the leather bags to the rest of the mares, working down the line one by one. She had to concentrate. When she was first enslaved, after she had recovered from her injuries, it had been hard to keep from getting aroused against her will with all the sexy, and naked mares around her. In time she got used to it, but now seeing them all hot and needy just made her wetter and hotter. She frowned as she tried to get the bag on the next mare, but missed as the mare pulled back.

Sabeth glared at Tamira, pulling back from the leather bag. Whatever those things were, she wanted no part of it, and they smelled nasty! No way that bitch was going to put it on her face! Disgusting! She turned her head to the side with a snort, then eeeped as her horn was grabbed and her head wrenched back forward by Tamira's strong grip. She tried to protest but the bag was shoved on. "Why you little... huff!" Sabeth gasped for breath as the leather bag was tightly cinched close around her muzzle, then strapped to her head securely. The smell was... she knew this... it smells of stallion! She had always been a proper lady, and while she had made love to her boyfriend Brant, she had never done anything DIRTY with him. But she knew the smell. The smell of... him. She moaned, panting. What was happening to her?

Sabeth's nostrils flared as she sucked in air, and the pheromones hit her like a dragon's fist. "Oooh..." she said as her mind lost a bit of focus. Brant! She wished he were here now. He would save her... so strong and confident... so handsome and so nice to her. He always did everything she said or wanted. Brought her flowers. Took her on nice walks in the woods, stayed at her side at parties where everyone could admire the two of them. Beat up silly little runts like Rickie. She shuddered. The smell reminder her of him more than Brant. Rickie had raped her... forced her to taste him. So horrible... the feel of him in her mouth. The taste. She licked her lips as she recalled her repeated rapes. No... no she didn't want to think of HIM. She wanted Brant. Brant to come rescue her. She whined.

She would do anything to get out of this place. If Brant found her, rescued her... she would be so happy. She would even, maybe do things for him that he had always wanted. She wasn't sure why she had refused to lick it, or let him put it in other places. She felt bad now... she could have done it, but he was lost to her now. She would never have the chance. She imagined what it would like to be rescued, being back home with Brant. She would be so grateful. She would reward him... oh yes. She pictured being alone with him, safe... such a strong, beautiful stallion. She panted hard now, smelling him in her mind... the memory mixing with the powerful scent coming with every breath. She imagined seducing him... kissing him... nuzzling at his chest... then lower... maybe give him a little lick.

The idea made a shiver run down her spine. She had always thought of oral as dirty and nasty. Being raped by Rickie just confirmed how gross it was. But Brant would be different... he wouldn't hurt her or force her... just lay there and let her reward him. She imagined his scent, nuzzling his shaft. Licking it. Tasting it. Her tongue slipped out and licked at the bag covering her muzzle, and moaned lustily as her fancies grew more detailed, and her pussy leaked from her arousal.

Tamira tried not to hear the lusty noises the formerly uptight and prudish unicorn was making. She could clearly hear the words 'Oh Brant' as she continued. The last was of course Telly. Unlike the others, she was not showing any signs of a heat. Not surprising, as her belly was huge, a dragons egg growing within.

Rahmor said, "No need to put one on her, Tamira."

Tamira nodded, starting to move away but stopped with a cough from Telly.

Telly didn't understand why she was being singled out, but she worried about displeasing her Master. She still had nightmares of that OTHER dragon, and what he would do to her. She didn't want to be sold. She wanted to stay here. "Please... me too?"

Tamira looked sadly down at the little unicorn. She had changed after the visit of that horrible white dragon and his 'suggestions' to Rahmor at how to better condition his slaves. She remembered vividly how he described the breaking and pulling of teeth to make them better at cock sucking. Since then, Telly had been almost desperate to please him and follow orders.

Rahmor smiled, pleased at the mares reaction. "Very well then." He watched the little mare sigh in relief at his smile. He would have to do something nice for her. Reward her for her obedience, and make her a lesson to the others. They have seen how disobedience and resistance is dealt with. Let them see that rewards and pleasures can be given as well.

Telly's smiled faded a bit as the leather sack was pushed onto her nose. It smelled terrible! Like someones dirty underwear. Once tightened it was hard to breathe, but compared to what another dragon might do to her, it really wasn't that bad. She wondered why she wasn't reacting like the others. They were all acting very unusual. Like they were drugged. She waited, but nothing happened. Would Master be upset? Should she pretend to be like them? No... he never liked lies or deception. So she just knelt silently and waited.

Tamira returned to her Masters side, and glanced in apprehension at the box. There was one more leather muzzle left. She gulped.

Rahmor grinned at his unicorn guard. "Hmmm... I think I want you functional, for now. Close it."

Tamira shut the lid with relief and tried to clear her lungs and nose of the musky scent. It wasn't easy.

Rahmor watched his mares, giving them several more minutes as he watched the effects. Yes, just like Tamira they had all been on the edge, and all it took was a good shove to send them deep into a pit of horny heat. He smirked. For a while they would no longer fear his visits, but crave it. With no stallions around to sate their body's desires, he would be their only source of relief. His eyes fixed on one slave in particular. "Fetch the belt, Nella."

"Yes sir!"

Rahmor walked forward, standing in front of Sabeth. She was hunched over panting, fingering herself. He gave her muzzle a light smack. "Slave! Stand!"

Sabeth snapped out of her fantasy, suddenly coming back to herself. Oh... uhhh... what? Fingers in her sex. Licking and sucking at the nasty leather covering her face. Fantasizing about Brant's cock! She whined and flushed in embarrassment and scrambled to her hooves. She might fight and struggle with Tamira, but she didn't dare disobey the dragon directly. He was so big and huge and strong, and terrifying. But now... she couldn't help but notice the bulge at his crotch, and moaned. She wanted! What was WRONG with her?

Rahmor grabbed Sabeth by her horn, helping pull her to her hooves. He kicked at them forcing them apart.

Sabeth moaned as her legs were spread wide, open and vulnerable and... ready. "Uuunnng... Master..." she whined.

Nella slid behind Sabeth, holding what looked like a small metal bikini bottom. Even the 'straps' were metal bands. Nella placed the form-fitting metal over Sabeth's sex, then locked and tightened the metal bands. When finished she gave the chastity belt a critical look and nodded, satisfied. Very satisfied.

Sabeth shivered at the touch of the cold metal to her crotch, but unable to look as her horn was held in the firm grip of her Master. Watched by the other unicorns, their attention drawn to the commotion she shifted uneasily. She huffed her breath in and out of the leather sack on her nose, still smelling, and tasting the strong male scent.

Rahmor spoke loudly, "The burning need you girls feel in your wet little cunts, is because you have gone into heat."

Sabeth's eyes went wide with the rest. Heat? But... that didn't happen. Many furry species had heats to varying degrees, although unicorn heats tended to be the strongest. But it only took a small amount of bluesalts every week or two to keep it at bay. They had not been starved, they ate every day.

Rahmor said, "Dragons don't go into heat. We have no need of the drugs you furries sprinkle on your foods, and as my slaves... neither do you."

There were moans all around, ant not a few grumbles and groans as the unicorn fillies digested the news.

Dana wanted to smack her forehead for not noticing. She never really thought about it before... it was like salt or sugar or spices. Just something that was always there. She hardly thought of it as a way to prevent a heat, just something that had a nice flavor. IF one wanted to go into heat for whatever crazy reason, it was nearly impossible. You would have to grow your own food, prepare it all yourself. And who would WANT this? Furry females still had their moon cycles, one could still get pregnant without the need... the NEED... oh... she could FEEL it inside her. Like an itch in her womb that wanted to be scratched. By a cock.

Rahmor smirked, "I'll be back, slaves... perhaps I'll give some of you some relief, or not..."

Dana watched the dragon leave with mixed emotions, both wanting him to go, to get out of her sight, but also to stay and give her some of that relief he offered. Once the door shut the mares broke out in a heated discussion, muffled by the bags over their mouths.

"How can he do this? It's not right?"

"And slavery is?"

"He can do whatever he wants... none of us should be surprised he would sink this low."

"What can we do... I never paid attention to this sort of thing... nnng... how can we make it STOP?"

Dana cursed as she broke in. "We can't. We have to wait it out... or... only sex with a unicorn stallion will fix it."

"But... can't we... just... you know..." said one of the mares, motioning to her crotch.

Dana shook her head, "It has to be a male... our bodies won't react to just... just... stimulation."

Tamira added, "It's worse. It has to be a male with innate magic. A unicorn stallion with his horn, or... well... a dragon would work. Not as well, but good enough. Sex with Master Rahmor would stop it. He planned this... he wants us, all of us to need him. "

Dana squirmed and tried to keep her hands away from her breasts or crotch. "I don't want to fuck him... but... ohh..." she said, the scent making her lose track of her thoughts for a moment, seeing cock floating around in her head.

Tamira said, "Well... fucking might not be needed. Swallowing some of his... um... stuff would work. Maybe only for a day or so. A fuck should stop it however."

Dana swore again. "So drink him every day until it's over naturally, or get fucked. Fuck."

Sabeth stomped around, her hooves clip-clopping as she tried to get the naughty thoughts out of her head. To her shame, her nose was all wet from her licking the inside of the bag. She stopped as she eyed Telly standing aside. "You... you lucky bitch. You don't feel this, do you?"

Telly shrank back from the angry unicorn. "I... uh... no?" Her hands went to her large belly.

Sabeth advanced on the smaller unicorn, frustrated and angry, wanting to get this dam pouch off her muzzle, but knowing she would be sent to the horse again if she tried. She shuddered in fear, and then her twitches came from her hot sex, seeming to burn and itch more every moment. "You would probably take his cock anyway, wouldn't you? I've seen how you look at him, all adoring... all lovey because you got an egg."

"That's not true!" said a suddenly angry Telly. "I do not love him! I hate what he did to me!"

"It got you out of this heat, didn't it? Lucky bitch!"

"Lucky? You think I'm better off?"

"You have no idea what it feels... to have this... these thoughts!" snarled Sabeth.

Telly glared, "And you have no idea what it's like to have sharp spines driven deep into your sex, and a huge heavy egg in your belly, you dumb cow!"

Sabeth made a fist, "Why you!"

Tamira stepped in between the two mares, "Enough! No fighting, haven't you learned your lesson?"

Sabeth almost hit the big bitch. She was supposed to be some warrior, but she got captured like all the others. She wanted to hit her, bloody her nose. Her nice, white nose, the only one not to have to wear one of these damn smelly things on her nose. She snorted and turned around, panting hard in anger. Forcing the smell into her lungs. Her blood. She swayed, a hot flash running through her. Damn. Damn! Her hand moved involuntarily to her crotch, and met metal. She whinnied in frustration!

Tamira led Telly away, then watched as the rest of the mares dispersed, all going to separate locations, instinctively wanting to be away from other females, all wanting to find a male for their own. All except Tamira. She didn't want a male. Maybe her body did, forced into such a state... but she wanted nothing to do with a stallion or dragon male. She wanted Dana. She groaned, even her thoughts betraying her. She meant mare... she wanted a mare... but Dana was who she REALLY wanted. Always had, from the first time she saw the demure, shy thing.

Tamira backed up to an empty spot against the wall and slumped down, shivering. The smell of those leather pouches had driven her desire even higher. She couldn't imagine how bad the others must be feeling. She pulled her knees against her chest, a hand moving between her thighs. She just couldn't help it. It felt... it felt like being JUST on the edge of climax. Right at the point where the pleasure has almost become painful, teetering on the edge of climax, like a sneeze just about to happen... and then... nothing... staying in that heightened state of need and desire. She had been feeling it for hours... and now, finally she couldn't take it anymore and she stroked herself desperately.

It didn't take long, and she cried out softly, sobbing as she orgasmed... body convulsing. She gritted her teeth as the sensations flowed through her, promising release... and not delivering. The need was still there. The itch. The damn itch. She felt a little better... for a few minutes. But the desire gradually built up again, faster than her ability to have another climax. She rubbed and rubbed, but couldn't bring herself off again so soon. She pounded a fist into the stone in frustration, wondering if it could possibly be any worse?

Sabeth could have answered her. She sat in a similar position, but her fingers stroked curved metal, running over the small air holes but unable to touch her sex or her throbbing clit. "Nnnnnngh!" She scrunched her eyes closed, huffing in the male scent with every breath. She worked her nipples desperately, even tugging on the large pendants hanging from them, but it just made her even hornier and did nothing to give release. She could hear OTHERS cumming. Dirty sluts! Lucky bitches... they could get some relief... but she got... nothing. Nothing!

Brant! She whined his name in her mind, and licked again, wanting to taste him... he could fix her... fix her good! She would bend right over for him... safe in in his arms... fuck him so hard and so long. Kiss him. Suck his cock. Anything! She would do ANYTHING to be freed from this slavery and torment. She thrashed about in frustration, mind helpless in the grip of her heat and the scent of male. It was designed to do this to her... leading her to a virile stallion, then making her want nothing more than to get fucked. Only then would the desire die down, and she could raise a child with her mate. But her instincts were being used against her. Forced to breathe the scent, but not getting the stimulation her body so badly wanted.

Sabeth whined and panted as she clawed at the curved, tight fitting metal between her legs. She felt like she was about to explode, her whole body on fire, wanting one thing. Brant's thing. In her. She screamed!

Oara panted from her own climax... also unable to resist. But her thoughts were solidly on one thing... dragon cock. Her Master's. Visions of torture and pain also ran through her head. He made her torture some of the other mares, and promised more. Made might be too strong of a term. Encouraged her. Somehow saw in her the desire, a sadistic streak she had never seen in herself. Not until he uncovered it. The others didn't know. Couldn't know. She felt guilty about that... wanting to hurt them... enjoying seeing them suffer. She imagined twisting nipples... spanking... biting. Her fingers found her sex again and she pumped, imagining all the things her Master would make her do to them. She squirmed needfully... wishing he would come back and take her. Fuck her. Please... PLEASE!

Dana resisted touching herself. She had watched others bring themselves off, and only seem even more upset and horny. Clearly cumming didn't help... maybe it even hurt. She didn't know. Maybe nobody did. This sort of thing just wasn't done in civilized furry lands. Who would want to? She unnned as another wave of desire hit her, making her pussy clench internally. She could FEEL it doing that. She grabbed her knees and held tight. She just had to wait it out. It would eventually be over. How long? She thought hard. How long did heats last? A week? A moon? Longer? Could the dragon make it last longer? She groaned... unsure if she could take an hour, let alone a day of this. Would the relief come when she was being fucked, or did she need a male to climax? Would it feel better as soon as that nice, hard cock began to slide into her... spreading her... a strong stallion over her, thrusting... claiming her.

Dana moaned into the bag as she finger-fucked herself, lost in the overwhelming desires, unaware of what she was doing to herself until after the unsatisfying climax. She swore she wasn't going to do it again. It didn't really help... not for long. But the itch... that damn itch... she just couldn't help scratching it... stroking it...

"Oooooooh...nnnggg-ahhhhhhh!"

It was going to be a long night.