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forced Tanya to consume her rear. Tanya's face was wedged between the firm buttocks of the gorgeous dominant sadist and her tongue wantonly flashed through the puckered bud. Delving into the orifice, Tanya licked deeply before being returned to her original place of worship.
    Hands reached back and started to attend Tanya's breasts as she worked. Looking up across the leather fields of dense corset into the pale gorgeous countenance of her oppressor, Tanya felt like a supplicant mortal pinned before an almighty goddess.
    The torturess was breathing deeply and sighing with pleasure as Tanya used every method she could to heighten the woman's joy. Pinches and scratches ran over Tanya's flesh, refining her submission, making her relish this lot even more fanatically. The woman continued to grope with harsh attention, this being her very nature. Tenderness was almost alien for the Mistress, and Tanya would not have had it any other way. A dark charm had been laid in her soul from this place. She did not know whether it was artificially created by magic, or the lingering product of her harsh years of destitution and then sexual slavery. Her time in Sebastian's cellar had set some hidden curse of masochism in her soul and had forged a secret pit of decadence.
    Amber had installed the door to her depraved side and lesbian caresses were the key. The worship of a powerful woman who would guide and mould her was the Rosetta stone that would bring Tanya's secret desires to full and undeniable authority over her.
    Since childhood, Tanya had been engineered. Tutors and parents were the first architects. Then vagrancy had reworked her, then Sebastian, Amber, and finally the mighty battle lords of the Order Eternal. There had never been a time when she had truly been in charge of her own destiny, when someone was not turning her into what that person wanted. This trait was the factor that had caused her to surrender to the indoctrination of the Master so quickly, and now there was no way back.
    Tanya's eyes bulged with joy as she felt movement on her chest. Her master was straddling the bound torso of his slave. She felt his bare hands take hold of her breasts and then a hot turgid manhood dropped into her cleavage. Tanya stabbed her tongue as deep as she could and sucked her lips to the pussy of the Mistress in a bid to contain her cry of delight.
    The Master pressed her assets together and started to thrust into the soft embrace. She could feel his pulse in the organ as he stole his pleasure from her defenceless breasts.
    Looking up, she saw the Mistress turn her head around and heard the two of them kissing passionately. Tanya desperately wanted to watch them, but all she could see was the belly and torso of the Mistress.
    She felt the manhood of the Master flick with tension and a jolt ran through it. Spatters of wet warmth touched her collarbones and his hands pressed her assets even more forcibly to his shaft. A few more thrusts added more to the viscous decoration and he released her breasts to free his length.
    Her Master took hold of the crotch rope and she felt it shift against her as he used it to pull himself back upright and step off her torso.
    The dominant woman turned back and her jaw dropped open on a gasp. Her head draped forward to let her cascading hair hang forth as her eyes remained closed and her teeth stayed bared. Her body grew tense and she was delivered to climax by Tanya's tongue.
    The torturess was far more reserved and in control of herself than Tanya, and she took her orgasm with a staid calmness. After drinking deeply of all of Tanya's kisses, she stepped off her face and took up the forsaken thong.
    "Something of me to worship while I am gone, slave," she said.
    Lifting the underwear, she started to unthread its tangled structure. Taking the crotch, she threaded it over Tanya's face and made sure the strongly scented triangle of fabric was pressed to her slave's nostrils. Hooking the straps over her ears, she