"I'm creammmmminggggg!" Felicia clawed the rug with her talon-like nails, her legs flailing, her heels thudding into the floor.
Scalding white cum gushed from Felicia's oozing pussy, drowning Charlotte in a pool of it. Charlotte drank it and found it to be the most delicious juice she had ever tasted, a sumptuous feast. She renewed her attack by gnashing her teeth into the woman's clit, hurling Felicia once again to the summit for another wild ride into ecstasy.
Felicia's back arched, her head thrown back, blonde strands of hair fanned out across the carpet. A violent orgasm wreaked its destruction on her jangled nervous system. She screamed hoarsely and tremulously, hot shivery spasms racking her body, tearing through her cunt and stomach.
The last wave of her orgasm washed over her and she collapsed back on the carpet, squirming and twisting from its aftermath. She tumbled with the crashing waves, lightheaded and swirling in the white water until her orgasm left her beached on the shore. Her magnificent body quivered silently, then she sighed, a soft purr.
Charlotte came up from between the woman's sticky thighs, her face drenched with the filmy cum-cream. "I loved it," Charlotte moaned, still not believing it. "I really loved it."
Felicia rolled away. "You're going to love this even more." Felicia scrambled down to the petite woman and licked her face and chin clean of her own cum juice.
The blonde Goddess reciprocated, turning Charlotte into a bundle of bubbling energy. She sucked Charlotte until she climaxed.
When Charlotte came back to reality, she clutched Felicia's body. "I don't believe the things I'm doing," Charlotte confessed dreamily. "Is it the drug?"
"Partially," Felicia's husky voice purred.
"I hope it lasts forever," Charlotte said, floating in a state of euphoria and liking the freedom of having no regrets, no conscience.
"Soon you won't need the drug. You'll be like you should be – open with no repressive thoughts about sex, especially with animals."
"George wants me to make it with a dog," Charlotte giggled while she held Felicia, luxuriating in her softness. "Maybe you should give my husband some of this stuff you gave me. He'd be able to give me the drug and he'd have his wish." She giggled again as she thought about it.
"Maybe you won't need it," Felicia said, crawling out of Charlotte's arms. "When you leave here, you might have a whole new perspective about sex." Felicia reached into a drawer under the coffee table. "Look at these." She handed the naked Charlotte a packet of photos.
Charlotte's eyes bugged out at the sight of the pictures. They were of Felicia and a giant Doberman pinscher. The close-up shots of the dog's giant cock looked menacing, disgusting, yet Charlotte's mouth dried up, then watered in speculation.
"He's my pet. His name is Khan," Felicia explained in her husky tone. "My brother gave him to me a few years ago. His cock, as you can see, is abnormally large."
Still under the spell of the drug, yet slowly coming out of it, Charlotte leered at the pictures. She was fraught with mixed emotions. Disgust and desire struggled inside her.
"God, I'd like to have him fuck me." Charlotte tried gulping back the vile words, but her thought had already been spoken.
"You'll have plenty of time to enjoy Khan," Felicia promised. She stroked Charlotte's soft silky thigh flesh. "You'll learn to enjoy all the excitement of a dog, his long tongue, his long cock; everything. You'll fuck him, suck him and he'll lick your cunt." Her intoxicating voice was soft, having that same melodious quality that had been present earlier.
"I can't wait," Charlotte said slowly, suddenly feeling sleepy. "I… I…" She was drifting. She looked to Felicia for help. The beautiful image of the Goddess turned fuzzy. Her head spun. The room spun. She didn't know what to do.
Felicia cradled her, bringing her tightly into her arms. She felt Charlotte shudder, then drop into a light sleep. She eased the dead weight out of her arms and gazed with hunger one last time at the petite morsel of delight sleeping soundly on the floor. After a few moments, Craig came into the room.
"Take her up to her room, Craig." She stood up, stretching her long catlike body. Every muscle, every inch of her glowing flesh was alive.
Craig smiled. "I got it all on film." His long body leaned over as he scooped up the sleeping Charlotte into his powerful arms.
"We're going to have a ball with our guest before she goes. A real ball." Felicia still had her eye on Charlotte.
Craig laughed. "My cock is aching already." His one hand was strategically placed under Charlotte's ass, a finger in the wet oozing gash of her dripping pussy. "I can't wait." He turned and carried her away.
Felicia plopped back down in a chair and heaved a sigh, her hand going to her pussy. She settled back, her eyes closing. The hot torrid session with Charlotte had worn her out.
CHAPTER TWO
Charlotte opened her eyes. She felt numb, fuzzy, still filled with the cobwebs of sleep. Drugs! She bolted up in bed. The sudden jerk practically sent her brain spinning. She moaned, half-asleep.
She sat on the edge of the bed holding her head. An image of what she had done flashed vividly before her eyes like a silent motion picture.
"Oh, my God!" she said to herself.
Warily, she glanced around. She was in a beautiful room. She stood, then realized for the first time that she was naked. A whimpering gasp escaped her mouth. Her eyes darted around the room for her clothes. Panic gripped her – she didn't see them! She ran to the closet, threw it open. Empty. The drawers to the dresser – the same. Empty. She went to the door and tried the knob. It didn't turn. Fear twisted its grip on her heart. Her throat tightened, it was impossible to swallow. She was a prisoner!
"Jesus… ooooh… God!" She shook, every nerve in her body caught up in her fear.
She spun on her bare feet, seeing another door. Relief swept over her, and she dashed over to it. Halfway there, she was stopped short by a clicking noise. She froze, her feet cemented to the floor.
"I see you're awake," Felicia's sultry voice floated out of nowhere. "I hope you don't have too bad of a hangover."
Charlotte swiveled, looking around, searching for where the voice was coming from. "Where, where are you?"
"In another room," Felicia purred. "Do you remember this afternoon? How delicious our first meeting was."
Charlotte gasped, the awful memory of what they had done flashed through her mind. Each detail of their encounter was crisp and clear and revolting. The hot torrid voice spoke to her through the loudspeakers with a jarring recount of her perverted lust.
"It wasn't me," Charlotte screamed to the walls. "It wasn't me! I was drugged, drugged! I couldn't help myself!" She began to cry, sinking to the bed. She sobbed into her hands.
"The drug only allows you to be yourself," Felicia told her through the speakers. "You were absolutely delicious, too. I hope you're ready to explore some other facets of your sexual personality."
She was appalled. Fear flooded Charlotte's face. "What, what do you mean?" She was trembling, frightened out of her scull.
"You remember," Felicia taunted. "Your interest in dogs and how exciting it would be to make love to one."
A wailing sob racked Charlotte's lung. Desperation made her run to the other door, her small firm tits quivering as she frantically yanked on the knob. The door was locked, just like the first one. She rushed to the other door and tried it again.
"Let me get out of here! Let me go!"
"There's so much left for you to enjoy," Felicia continued. "You're my guest and it's my duty to see that you're made happy."
"My husband, my husband will miss me… the police… if I don't show up at my sisters you'll go to jail…" She was ranting, looking for the one thing to say that would force them to let her go. "I'll never say a word if you let me leave now."