Marnie decided that the morning would begin with a session of oral sex to prime the biological energy of her final specimen. She stood in the center of her inner sanctum, the air thick with the cloying scent of old musk and the metallic tang of the iridescent gas that leaked from the floating balloons. The violet glow of the third sphere cast long, distorted shadows across the slate floor, painting the room in hues of bruised purple and deep indigo. Her red hair seemed to ignite in this light, a crown of crimson flames that shimmered as she turned to look at her assistant.
The assistant stood trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow hitches. She wore the same leather pants from the previous day, the material strained across the perfect, rounded curves of her backside. She looked at the man inside the balloon, his thick cock pulsing rhythmically in the violet haze, and then back to the witch.
“Step forward, darling,” Marnie commanded, her voice a low, honeyed rasp that left no room for hesitation.
The assistant obeyed, her boots clicking softly on the stone. Marnie reached out, her long, obsidian-painted nails slicing through the surface of the latex balloon with a visceral, screeching pop. The violet gas billowed outward in a heavy cloud, smelling of ozone and crushed orchids, and the man collapsed onto the floor. He was a marvel of physical geometry, his skin a golden bronze, his muscles lean and functional, and his lower half a testament to raw, masculine power. He groaned, his eyes glazed and vacant, his mind still adrift in the chemical euphoria of the gas.
Marnie looked down at him with the clinical gaze of an architect. She then looked at the assistant, a predatory smile curling her lips.
“He is primed, but the essence needs a catalyst,” Marnie whispered. “I want you to wake him up. Give him the kind of oral sex that makes a man forget he has a soul.”
The assistant swallowed hard, “I… I don’t know if I can, Mistress.”
Marnie’s hand shot out, gripping the assistant’s chin with a sudden, bruising force. “You will do exactly as I say, or you will find yourself as a permanent fixture in one of these balloons. Now, get on your knees.”
The assistant sank to the cold slate. She leaned over the man, her chest heaving. The man’s cock was already fully erect, a thick, vein-ribbed pillar of flesh that leaked a clear, viscous stream of pre-cum. The assistant hesitated for a heartbeat before she parted her lips and took the head of the cock into her mouth.
Marnie watched, her arms crossed over her ample chest, her nipples hardening against the sheer silk of her robe. She enjoyed the sight of the assistant’s struggle, the way the girl’s cheeks hollowed as she began to suck, the way her tongue flicked tentatively over the sensitive head.
“More passion,” Marnie urged, her voice echoing in the cavernous room. “Use your throat, darling. I want to hear the sound of him being consumed by your oral sex.”
Part 2 will be coming out tomorrow!!!