Jaina the Sex Slave Ch. 36

Rajeen walked to the foot of the bed and made a gesture with one hand, indicating to her prey that she wanted access to her rear. Jaina watched as the woman grunted while Rajeen worked those balls into her rear, pushing a chain of five in until only a little ring stuck out.

The helpless woman panted as Rajeen climbed in with her and then began to make slow tender love with her. Jaina was touched by how gentle, and caring Rajeen was with the girl, taking her time to give her two good orgasms by rubbing her alone. Then the girl was held down while they kissed before Rajeen finally crawled up her body and sat astride her face.

Jaina watched Rajeen close her eyes and moan in a long low growl as the slave did her best to please her mistress. She was lost to the beauty of the sight as the girl gave Rajeen three orgasms, one right after the other. Rajeen then laid to the side and cradled the woman in her arms, stroking her head gently. The lucky woman was allowed to suckle at Rajeen's breast, cradling one in both hands as she tenderly fed. It went on for almost ten minutes until the woman pulled away and Jaina was shocked to see a tiny drop of milk at the tip. Rajeen was actually lactating, and that woman had well and truly been drinking from her mistress's body. She was urged to the next breast, and the girl did as she was told, curling into Rajeen's arms to feed some more.

Jaina was so lost t the scene she didn't notice one of the women had moved up behind her. Something pushed at her rear, and she moaned in pleasure as her ass was filled tight. Whatever the object was, it glowed with a bright purple light highlighting her body. Rajeen smiled and pulled the silk blankets over herself and her slave while the two mystery women left to return to the harem. They touched a magic symbol on the wall just before they went, and all the lights went out except for the two plugs. Jaina looked up to see her counterpart had a similar plug still glowing brightly. She realized that they were now nightlights, the plugs highlighting their sexy bodies as Rajeen looked up and admired them.

"If only I could keep you," Rajeen said as she looked at Jaina. "It bothers me so that your body will be soiled by men. Women belong with each other, sharing that sexual energy that only we carry. After your first dance tomorrow, you will see how eager the men are to get their hands on you. What will drive them even more wild will be your ability to shapeshift. We are keeping that a closely guarded secret, and none are allowed to even speak of it. I have agreed with Roric that you will dance in a different form every night, allowing the men to believe a new slave girl is available. Fortunes will be spent by men seeking to complete the collection and brag that they have slept with all my girls. In truth, it will always be you, but they will never know it."

Jaina saw the wonder of that tactic and realized just how much money Roric might make from this. After all, if people were trying to get to the slave girls, suddenly offering one up night after night would bring men running. Even if the price was exorbitant, they would pay it just for the bragging rights, and Roric would make a fortune.

"Now, go to sleep, my slave," Rajeen urged. "Tomorrow, you will spend a few hours in the harem, and then you are free to return to your friends. But After you are done being soiled, you will return to the harem, where we will purify your body and remind you that all you crave is other women. You will see, after a time, you will find the touch of a man distasteful and will seek it no more. Perhaps you will beg your Roric to let me keep you so that you can know the love of women forevermore." With that, she kissed the girl in her arms on the forehead and closed her eyes. She fell asleep with the lucky woman in her arms in a display of blissful peace.

Jaina trembled at the thought of being conditioned not to desire men. She couldn't imagine it ever happening, but then she had never had sex like she had tonight. If this was what Rajeen was offering, then maybe, just maybe, her mind could be changed. She took a deep breath as memories of the pleasure replayed in her thoughts. It seemed impossible to believe, but she was sold, marked, and used in ways she never dreamed. She told herself that she would never change, but why was she hoping she would be picked to hang as sex art again?

With that realization, she settled in for a long night. It was her purpose to be there to look at, and all she wanted to do was please her mistress.