Hedonasia Ep 4

EPISODE 4 – The Slave

The waves beat furiously against the cliffs on that stormy night muted by the sound of rolling thunder. The wind was strong and there wasn’t a soul in sight for miles. Except one. She had walked all the way from her village, almost in a daze, like she was being pulled towards the sea. Her fiery red hair fluttered in the stormy winds and obscured her vision, but she pushed on without a care. She hadn’t even any shoes on, nor anything to save her from the stinging rain. Her feet dug against the mud, pressing into them with each step as she kept going on and on, all the way until she was at the edge, below her the 200 foot drop that ended in rocks and those angry waves. Her nightgown was soaking wet, her erect nipples showed against the translucent cloth, her ivory white skin was stuck to it. She felt the wet dress weigh her skinny body down, and so she slowly slipped it off. It flew away in the wind and she felt her body shiver and her teeth clatter, but her face showed no emotion. Finally, she let herself go, and slip off the edge, and as she fell, for a brief moment she felt relief before it all went dark.

“Wake up kitten! You have a visitor!” Suzi’s voice yelled cheerfully, accompanied by loud bangs, from the other side of the cell door.

She woke up with a startled voice and quickly rolled over on her back and spread her legs apart and raised her hands up clasped together. The purple ogre she had come to call “Barney” over the last god knows how long entered, stroking his massive cock. He walked to her and stood by her face, cock intently pointed towards her. She gave a puzzled look but before his patience was tested figured out what he wanted. This was new, she thought. She quickly pulled herself up to her knees and traced her nimble pink fingers along the length of his shaft. Looking up at him seductively, she bit her lip and asked, “Is this what you want Barney dear?”

The ogre grunted and ran his fingers through her autumn red hair until he had secured the back of her tiny head in his palm. With little encouragement, she started playing her tongue on his tip, her small mouth sucking on it slowly. His sweet scent made the nipples on her tiny, almost nonexistent bumps get hard, and she increased the fervor with which she was suckling his purple staff, or at least the tip of it for now.

Both her hands stroked the length of his dick, and she moaned with pleasure as the sweet taste of his precum slathered her tongue. The ogre felt himself stiffen to the extreme, and tried to push as much of himself as he could in her mouth. She recoiled and gasped for air a couple of times, coughing a bit, getting teary eyes and slobbering all over her chin and down her neck, but she would simply lick his length or suckle on his balls, and then always went back in for more.