Ms. Lynette Docea
I ran blindly down the hallway, screaming in terror. I tripped over something slimy. I gasped and crashed onto my hands and knees. I rolled over, pain bursting from my palms. I came to a rest and faced the darkness.
The hungry, green eyes stalked closer. The beast growled, almost a part of the night. I could hardly make it out. Claws scraped on the hardwood floor. It howled loud and lunged at me. I screamed and swept my arm before me to block it.
My garter pulsed around my thigh. A wind shot down the hallway from me. To my shock, it struck the leaping beast and blunted its motion. It landed short of, snarling in rage. It was only feet away. I scrambled back.
It lunged.
Teeth bit into my calf. I screamed as the pain tore into my muscles. My head threw back. A dozen cold daggers pierced my flesh. I whimpered as it tore at me, shaking my leg. The agony shot up my leg, almost overwhelming me.
I made that wind. I had to do that. I slashed my arm. Wind struck the beast. It washed over the shadowy beast as it kept savaging me. I screamed and swung my hand back and forth, the wind howling down the hallway.
It didn't care. It kept savaging my leg, tearing at my muscles. Tears burned in my eyes. "Help!"
I was alone. Helpless. Where was my Master? Where was Lance? This was his home? Why had this darkness attacked me? I struggled there, tears spilling down my cheeks. I didn't want to die. I wanted to serve him.
"NOOOOO!" roared behind the beast.
Golden light flared, illuminating Master Lance. My student stood strong and powerful, holding a glowing spear raised to throw. For a moment, I just drank in his form. His muscular chest. Biceps bulging. Such passion burned in his blue eyes. Across his chiseled face. Like a hero out of a Greek epic.
Achilles or Ajax come to save the day.
His spear slammed into the shadowy dog's side. It snarled in pain, releasing my leg as a light burst from the weapon impaled in its hide. I could see its foul form. It was a massive hound, its body was swollen and disfigured. Made of black, leathery shadows, its flesh distorted around the spear. Waves washed across its body.
The beast turned, the spear blazing in its side, and lunged for Lance.
Bella darted before him, naked and unafraid. She raised her arm. A stone shield on it. The beast slammed into her defense. She slid back an inch. She held her ground, leaning into it. The black dog snarled and slashed claws, trying to tear through the defense to get to her.
"Oh, no," a busty woman cried. She rushed past the battle, her blonde hair dancing around her face. She had a silver garter that glowed about her thigh. "You poor thing."
She dropped to her knees beside me and leaned over. She thrust her arm beneath my neck and raised my head to her... nipple. Milk beaded on the nub. She pushed it into my mouth. I gasped at the sweetness of her cream.
I suckled out of instinct.
Her milk gushed into my mouth. I groaned and gulped it down. It was so... relaxing. The pain in my leg faded. I groaned, closing my eye. My fear faded as I kept nursing from her comforting nipple. I suckled on her with everything that I had. I drank down her milk.
Flames crackled in the background. A whip cracked. The beast snarled. Golden light flashed as I just kept gulping down the milk. It was such a wonderful treat. I swallowed every drop of it, loving the taste of her breast milk.
Purple light burst.
"BACK INTO YOUR CAGE!" a woman shouted. The house shook around me. Wood creak. The floor groaned beneath me. "NOW!"
"THIS IS MY HOUSE!" roared Lance.
The dog howled in rage only to be cut off. Golden and purple light danced. Claws scrabbled across the floor. I shuddered, nursing more of the milk. The pain had vanished from my leg. It felt... whole. Like I hadn't been injured at all.
"That's it," purred the motherly woman. Her blue eyes were like Lance's, but where his were strong, hers were loving.
"What is going on, Master Lance?" a woman demanded as I suckled more of the milk.
"That's why we're here, Aunt Nancy" Lance said, his voice so strong. So powerful. "To keep the Imprisoned sealed away."
"There you go," the motherly woman said and pulled her breast back from my lip.
I shuddered and stared up at Lance moving over me. He was naked. A maid was at his side, her uniform rustling. A busty woman like me. She wore a golden garter about her thigh, her purple eyes almost glowing in the dark as she stared down at me.
"You okay, Ms. Docea?" Master asked, thrusting his hand down to help me stand.
"Yes," I said, my body shaking. "It's over?"
"The Hagazim has been driven back into his prison," said the purple-eyed maid. "The other Imprisoned are... not active."
"Can you stand?" Master asked as I reached out to take his hand.
I took it and nodded.
He pulled me to my feet. I should be unable to, but the woman's milk healed me. I licked my lips and glanced at her. She smiled at me, clearly another of his maids. She looked like a more mature version of Kylie.
"Mrs. Hayward?" I asked her, trembling.
"You can call me Maria," she said. "That's my sister, Nancy."
The slightly younger woman nodded. She had strawberry-blonde hair and a red garter about her thigh. And was that gold glittering in the folds of her pussy? Did she have her clit pierced? Oh, my, that had to hurt so much.
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