The Code

Just a few feet away Yanda wakes up wuth a grunt. She wipes the drool of her cheek and pulls the blonde from her crotch with a strong grip. Her fat cock falling to her thigh with a wet slap, the girl formerly attached to the other end of her dick blinks sleepily then crawls away as far as her chains will allow her. The muscled amazonian woman pushes herself of the soaked bed and walks over to the other girl attached to the same pole as the first. "Open up" she snarls - the other blonde, - a spitting image of the first - crawls out of hiding.

The well trained slut opens her mouth as Yanda spreads her legs and grabs her cock, hanging the tip inside the crying girls mouth, slowly starting to urinate. After a while she smiles down, the warm yellow fluids seeping down the girls cheeks, who receive a tender slap from the drained cock as soon as Yanda seems done. "Now flush girl" she adds insult to injury before zipping up and turning away from the girls, stepping towards Bianca.

I watch her warily for a moment - Yanda is not known for her subtelty and she could very well break something in my experiment if she gets in one of her moods.

"Aren't you looking peachy today." *she says in her usual threateningly tone as she presses her feet into the girls side, roughly waking her from her semi-slumber. Bianca blinks in reply - still unsure where or who the prod originated from. As soon as she spots the amazonian figure towering over her she smiles - her mind unable to see the threatingly sarcasm for what it is she nods in reply.

Yanda shakes her head. She dislikes Bianca with a passion. She makes her feel powerless because Bianca isn't scared of her. Not by choice, but fear is no longer a working function inside the mind of bruised but still pretty girl. She presses her foot harder into the girls belly. "Get up little whore -we have a visitor coming over and..." she stops, noticing my stare. She smiles - and prods a little harder, just as the the girl on the floor tries to get up, pushing her back down. "... and just because you are dear Miss Gemini's darling doesn't mean you are any less worthless than the others. Now get on your feet you brainless little slut."

Just what Yanda meant with that smile only she knows - but she was either seeking approval or was trying to taunt me. Yanda might be strong and intimating - she's also not the brightest of us all. She likes to shake things up a little - provoke, challenge, usually up to the point where one of us tells her off and she takes it out on her pets. She hasn't gone too far according to our little 'code' just yet, but she's gotten close and seems to be getting closer every day.

'The code' is just an arrangement amongst the five of us. Those part of 'The crafters' do not abuse or experiment on each-other unwillingly. The second rule was once property is assigned there will be no mutilation, death or change of ownership unless approved by the owner (birthing automatically grants ownership to the mother). It made things simple. There where countless of other unspoken little rules but these two should always hold. Breaking them would result in... well - it never gotten to that, but with Yanda acting the way she does it might not be as unfathomable it was the day the code was made.

"Who's coming over?" asks the heavy looking redhead, breast-feeding her 6-year old. Lac leans up and pushes the little girl back into the pillows on her overly large bed, her swollen belly making her dress look uncomfortable. She's pregnant with her... I've lost count how may-est' and spends most days in bed nowadays, having her oldest daughters take care of her, the two pretty redheads rarely leaving the side of their mother.

"Not that it's any of your business -" Yanda replies as she turns "- but I'm bringing Stephani over for the night."

No wonder she's being even more unlikable than usual. Stephani was some high profile cunt - and Yanda is always desperately trying to impress her. I'm not sure why she doesn't just gag the bitch and keeps her hogtied like she does with most her 'dates'- but for some reason the large woman turns into a puppy whenever her latin lover is around.

Lac rolls her eyes which earns her a stern look from Yanda, but the tall, blackhaired domme seems not interested in making anything of it. "Where are those little sluts of yours anyways - Gemeni's little whore can't do everything by herself."

"Out dear, groceries - I think your date wants to feed of something other than your seedless spunk don't you." The pregnant redhead replied in her usual sweet, motherly voice, rolling sideways and pressing her glasses back on her nose, turning her attention back to the large tome next to her. Yanda growled and turned away once more - she didn't need to be reminded of that, in fact, the swollen redhead and her off-spring often made her remember how lucky she was she couldn't reproduce.

Suddenly Arriana's and Cristians absence made sense - they had probably picked up on this before today and left - either to avoid getting annoyed or having to fight he urges to strangle the up-tight arrogant little prissy bitch that Yanda saw as her 'bride to be'. 'Stephani' had made it quite clear she was not 'like us' -she 'tolerated' us just for Yanda - like she was any better. Where Yanda had picked up the self-proclaimed Miss Universe none of us knew, but when she visited last time Adrianna could just barely hold back from lashing out at her and ripping her open in front of us. The wench showed no respect, as if she could not be one of the drooling sluts tied to Yanda's slutpole if we so desired. But Stephani was Yanda's- and the code applied, even to 'property' that didn't consider itself to be just that...