0 comments/ 2673 views/ 0 favorites Paradisio Pt. 04: Third Party By: sirparadisio Adam awoke to the undulating song of an exotic bird. He opened his eyes only to quickly squeeze them shut again as the bright light of the sun painfully pierced his eyes. For a moment he just lay there, piecing together what he could recall of last night. He remembered his arrival in the villa and Taisha's first approaches, he remembered walking on the beach and in the jungle. He recalled the strange party of that asian man and how he had returned to the villa, brimming with new ideas. He had forgotten most of those ideas, but fresh ones were coming up as his addled mind spun into action. Adam sat up, rubbing his eyes. His body felt slick, slippery and sort of dirty, and he felt he badly needed a shower. As he moved he heard a quiet moan behind him. Adam turned to face Taisha, still strapped to the bed, bound by the unforgiving steel cuffs Adam had fastened in the evening. She was slick with the oils Adam had rubbed into her body, which were now mixed with the wetness of fresh sweat and the pale stains of semen across her face and chest. Adam could still hear the tired, slowed down grind of the vibrator from underneath the ruined mess of dying leaves she wore, still grinding on despite the batteries on the device surely being about to run out. Adam realized he had no idea where the remote for the thing had gone. Taisha looked like she was unconscious, her eyelids were closed and Adam could see her eyes moving underneath. Streaks of dried-up tears ran from her eyes down across her cheeks and to her neck and at the side of her mouth was hanging a dribble of fresh drool. Her fingers and toes twitched occasionally as did the muscles of her abdomen, and each movement caused her to let out a barely audible moan or whimper. Pain or pleasure, Adam wondered to himself. He found the sight of the helpless girl strangely erotic, albeit slightly disturbing. Adam turned around and kneeled on the bed, smiling impishly to himself as he positioned himself next to Taisha. He didn't need to make himself hard, as the lingering effects of the oils he had used on Taisha and himself last night seemed to linger, leaving Adam with a raging erection just itching for release. Adam leaned forward, bringing his erect member above Taisha's face, feeling the air flowing past the tip as the girl drew breath. She didn't seem to react much, but her eyes twitched more restlessly, as if she was reacting to the musky smell Adam's body was emitting, animal instincts taking over once again. Adam leaned further, bringing the tip of his penis to touch Taisha's lips. She felt burning hot, almost feverish, and her lips were slippery with saliva. She didn't stir, though, so Adam grabbed the shaft of his penis and began to slowly rub its tip against her mouth. A breath of excitement escaped him as he felt a shiver of pleasure creeping up and down his spine at the sensation. He felt his muscles aching as he forced his hand, struggling to down his penis as it twitches restlessly, depositing a dollop of precum on Taisha's upper lip. She snapped to life, her eyes opening instantly and fixating first on Adam's face, then to the tip of his penis still pressed against her lips. She squealed like an animal and immediately snapped her jaw open, twisting her head to gulp Adam's pulsating member into her mouth. She drooled and suckled noisily, mewling with pleasure as she did. Adam felt his body tensing in a familiar fashion, but he didn't want to end this so soon. Adam withdrew himself, a wet smacking noise emanating from Taisha's mouth as his tip slipped loose, and turned to the foot of the bed. Taisha spoke slowly, her voice quivering, begging as far as Adam could tell. Either she was really dedicated to the resort, or the laced oils were working overtime and messing with her head. Or perhaps she was just hoping to be released if she did good. Adam loosened the cuffs which held Taisha's feet in place and prompted her to sit up. She flexed her leg muscles, curled her toes and moved to sit. Adam could see she was having trouble controlling her body with the still-vibrating metal rod still inside of her, it's base peeking out of her slit. As Taisha sat up, still eyeing Adam desperately, Adam positioned himself in front of her in a kneeling position. As he moved closer Taisha bent her body forward, exhaling sharply as the movement caused the vibrator to move inside of her, and reached for Adam's penis with her glistening lips. She was held back by the cuffs still attached to her wrists, but managed to strain herself against them far enough to reach him. She promptly, unceremoniously scarfed down what she could reach: the first inch and a half of Adam's member. Her tongue circled around in her mouth, teasing Adam, coaxing him towards climax. Adam allowed it for a moment, then withdrew himself further, teasing her. Again his penis popped free and again Taisha protested in unintelligible words and frustrated glances directed at Adam, as well as by craning her head forward, trying desperately to reach Adam's tip, which was not just half-an-inch out of her reach. She opened her mouth and reached out with the tip of her tongue, which lightly brushed against Adam's tip, extracting another drop of pre-cum. She seemed to shudder with pleasure at it's taste, and Adam began to wonder what exactly the oils had done to cause such a response. Not that it mattered at the moment, he was too busy enjoying the power he had over this girl. Adam leaned forward, hushing reassuringly at Taisha to calm her down. She glanced up and, as soon as Adam was in reach, pounced forward to get as much of him in her mouth as she could. Adam responded by withdrawing again, ensuring he was just out of her reach. She stared at Adam's penis with a dumbfounded look on her face, as if she was having difficulty believing what was happening to her. She glanced up, seeking confirmation from Adam's eyes. "Shush. Good girl." He spoke the words softly but firmly, like one would when training a dog. Despite Taisha not understanding the language, she nodded. For a few seconds Adam watched her and waited. The room was silent save for the distant whooshing sounds of the ocean and the strained whirr of the dying vibrator. Finally Adam nodded and leaned forward. Taisha opened her mouth expectantly and strained against her restraints. As Adam came within reach she closed her mouth around the tip of his shaft. Adam could feel the pull as she sucked on him, trying to keep him from escaping again. He frowned, jerked his hips back to release himself and scolded the girl for being impatient. "Bad girl!" Adam reached out with his hand and grabbed a handful of Taisha's hair, firmly jerking her head back. She squealed, though Adam didn't think she was in actual pain. Adam locked his eyes with hers, wordlessly demanding obedience. After a few seconds he moved closer again, fingers still locked around the strands of her hair. She stared intently at Adams member as it approached her, and Adam guided her head back so that she relaxed her neck while remaining just out of reach. Adam stopped, loosening his grip on Taisha's messed hair, observing her. She slowly, carefully, moved her head closer. Her mouth was now just millimeters away from Adam's tip, but her lips remained closed. Adam nodded to her approvingly. She shuddered and parted her lips, extending her tongue and gently, carefully caressed Adam's glans with the tip. Adam nodded again, hushing at her to keep her calm. She moved her tongue slowly, up and down along his glans, a tingling sensation sending shivers through Adam's body. Adam's mind swam pleasantly as Taisha worked him with her tongue. As her pink fleshy tip wandered a few millimeters further than earlier, Adam's muscles responded by twitching, clenching and causing his member to release another large drop of pre-cum. The drop rolled down and made contact with Taisha's tongue, mixing with the ample saliva already there. She jerked at the contact and instantly let out a shriek of pure animal lust, retracting her head and immediately plunging it forward, engulfing the whole of Adam's penis so that he could see stars as the tip of his rod ground against the back of Taisha's mouth. He growled and tugged at her hair, jerking her back and releasing his member from her saliva-dripping mouth. "Bitch!" Adam was not sure where the word had come, but instinctively it felt appropriate. The sting of the sharp word was not lost to Taisha, as she immediately bowed her head in shame, muttering a word Adam took for an apology. Adam breathed heavily, he had almost lost it just now, almost lost control. His penis twitched restlessly, his overburdened testes aching painfully for release, but he willed himself to calm down, surprising himself as he succeeded. He pulled, gently this time, on Taisha's hair and raised her head. The two of them looked into one another's eyes for a full minute before Adam released his hand, letting go of Taisha's raven black hair and moving his body closer once more. This time Taisha pulled back from him, careful, her eyes seeking for approval in Adam's eyes. Adam closed his eyes and nodded. He felt the hotness of Taisha's breathing on the shaft of his penis as she moved around him. He could hear her drawing breath, then felt the tip of her tongue probingly touch the base of his shaft. She froze after she made contact, waiting for a response. Adam willed himself to remain still, his hands to his sides, his eyes closed, just waiting to see if the jungle-girl could be tamed. After a few seconds her tongue moved, slowly, up his shaft, until it reached the tip. He could actually feel Taisha's body vibrating as she found another drop of pre-cum, but she controlled herself well and began to move back down his shaft. As she reached the base of Adam's member, she paused to draw breath, the air flow cool over Adam's wet shaft, before moving further. She gently drew circles on Adam's testes with the tip of her tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through Adam's body. She planted a few wet kisses on his scrotum before returning to the main course. The movements of her tongue were becoming more encouraged as Adam did not stop her, slowly increasing her pace in barely noticeable increments. Adam allowed it, enjoying the ride for now. She continued to lick up and down Adam's shaft for a good five minutes until she abruptly stopped. Adam kept his eyes closed and waited anxiously. He had felt close to climax for a few minutes now, but had managed to hold himself back just barely. He opened his eyes and looked down. She was waiting, looking up at him like a puppy waiting for a treat, lips apart, eyes half-closed, breathing heavily. Adam allowed his eyes to slowly close as he nodded. Suddenly Adam could feel Taisha's lips, those full, plump, pink slivers of flesh wrap themselves around the tip of his penis. He could feel her gently suckle the tip, her tongue carefully working around his tip. The sensation sent Adam's mind spinning out of control. She sucked harder, just enough to pull another half-an-inch of Adam's rod into her mouth. She was panting heavily through her nose as she worked him. Based on the motions of her tongue she had observed Adam carefully, as she knew exactly how to move to coax and tease him. Adam's mind began to fade into blankness, he felt like he was losing control. "Stop!" -he shouted, snapping his fingers. He opened his eyes to see Taisha obediently retreating, her eyes wildly fixated on his as she tried to understand what she had done wrong. Adam looked into her eyes, those perfect, beautiful emerald eyes. He feasted on her eyes, on her soul and on her body, taking in every detail: the torn decorative strings and the missing decorative beads and charms. The whine of the vibrator from within her, growing fainter by the second. Her messed hair, glued to clumps by the dried semen from last night. The beads of sweat rolling on her oiled forehead, shoulders, breasts, belly... Adam gestured her to back away. She hesitantly leaned back, arching her body. Adam could hear the movement of her muscles in the noise of the vibrator as the strain against the engine came higher and the electric whine caused Taisha's body to jerk. She let out a breath that was not quite a moan and looked hungrily down on Adam's penis, which was aimed straight for her. Adam released himself without a touch. The torrent of white launched with such force it overshot Taisha's face altogether, spattering on the wall behind her. She mewled with pleasure at the sight, but did not lean closer, as she stared fixated at Adam's penis. He shot another jet, this one striking Taisha in the nose, dribbling down to her mouth and on her tongue as she lapped at the air, shaking and mewling with pleasure. A third stream came, then a fourth and a fifth, all splashing on Taisha's face and rolling down in sticky dollops which clung from her cheeks and jawline for a second before falling down to paint new patterns of curves and dots over her breasts and thighs. Adam growled with pleasure as he felt more of his seed gushing out of him, bubbling out with unnatural force, and Taisha responded to his growl with an animalistic moan that seemed to go on forever. Beep. -- Taisha was a fast learner, that much Adam had to admit. Over the course of the day she had come to learn to obey a small set of commands Adam had taught her, responding to rewards of pleasure both to herself as well as Adam, and to punishments of time outs, physical restraining and mild violence administered either via a firm slap or with the leather whip Adam had found lying on the bedroom floor in the morning. Adam hadn't needed the resort's own command to get peace and quiet, he had simply domesticated Taisha, the wild jungle beast, into a manageable house pet. "Good girl." Adam purred in a sweet voice as Taisha performed as requested. The two were lying in the large bathtub that was housed in the bathroom on the ground floor, Adam on his back and Taisha atop him. She was running a soft sponge across Adam's body in wide sweeping strokes, massaging him as she washed him. It was a relaxing experience, which also allowed Adam time to think and plan ahead. His fingers twirled the small empty plastic bottle which he had been examining. The bottle had come with a small leaflet attached, which described its effects. It read like something out of a science fiction novel: 'extreme sensory overload in affected areas', 'physical and mental addiction to substances that come into contact' and so on. It seemed Adam had stumbled on a gold mine of ideas with that little vial of red-hued goo. But with Taisha now domesticated, what more could he do with her? Adam dropped the empty vial on the floor, making a mental note to request some more just in case, and began to ponder his next move. In the meantime, Taisha turned around to wash Adam's feet, while she slowly ground her body against his chest. Adam was almost distracted from his thoughts by Taisha's shapely bottom bobbing on the surface of the water just in front of his face. Almost... -- Adam stood on the terrace, facing the sun and the ocean, his fingers flitting through the interface of the wireless touch screen console. Beside him stood Taisha, now wearing an identical set of clothes than when Adam had arrived: a fresh white shirt with short sleeves and a tan mini skirt. She held up a small metal tray upon which lay an assortment of fruit slices, a croissant and a cup of steaming hot coffee. Adam took up the cup and held it up to his face, allowing the strong scent of the fine brew permeate his nostrils before he sipped. The flavor was strong but refined, and the warmth of the drink invigorated Adam. He placed the cup down and began to stroll absent-mindedly around the terrace as he continued to explore the menus. Age: eighteen, race: negro, build: slim, hair: long, dark... Adam reviewed his selections, which seemed to match a fairly generic dream build of a teenage girl. Adam made one final selection: sexual experience: none. He then proceeded to write up a short depiction of what he had in mind, tapping away merrily at the touch screen, wondering if the resort could fulfill the complexities of his request quickly enough. Then he shook his head, amused; of course they could! He placed the device on a small wooden table and turned back to Taisha, who had silently followed him. As he picked up the croissant to take a bite, he could hear the whirring of a small electric motor. Taisha shivered despite the heat of the steadily climbing sun. It was turning into a beautiful day in paradise. -- There was a knock on the door of the villa. Adam glanced lazily at the door, then snapped his fingers. Taisha immediately stopped massaging his swollen member and stood up next to the sofa Adam was lying on. Adam stretched his limbs and sat up, grabbing the dressing gown he'd had Taisha prepare from him and throwing it around his shoulders. He didn't really need to cover himself up, but he felt it was decent enough to do, and might actually serve as a nice additional touch to what he was planning. Adam stood up and gestured for Taisha to open the door. She licked her fingers to remove any excess oil from them and turned towards the door, her hips swaying enchantingly as she walked. Adam had noticed that, since he had permitted her to carry a vibrator inside of her, she had begun walking with a more noticeable sway in her step, exaggerating her every move, pressing her legs together ever so subtly. She reached the door and opened it to permit the guests to enter. First through the door was the white-suited assistant Adam knew well enough to recognize. The man bowed his head in greeting as he entered. Behind him was a young girl. She stepped carefully and seemed cautious, almost frightened. Her skin was a shade or two lighter than Taisha's, as was her hair. She wore a buttoned beige top and a pair of short jeans that reached just mid-thigh. "Good day, Mr Adam. I hope you've had a pleasant night since your little walk last night?" The assistant had a friendly smile on his face, and he seemed genuinely interested in Adam through the way he spoke. He had so much honesty and pleasantness written in every gesture of his body language that it was nearly impossible to think him to be anything but a pathological liar. "Yes, I've come to enjoy myself rather well, thank you very much." Adam agreed. "It's almost a pity to think that monday comes so soon." "Many of our visitors say the same thing, Mr Adam, but I like to remind all our guests that there is no need to worry about tomorrow, when you can enjoy today's offerings!" This guy would have made for one hell of a used-car salesman. "Speaking of enjoying today's offerings, I present Jira, your second companion, as requested." The assistant stepped aside and the girl behind him, Jira, took a careful step forward. Adam could feel Taisha tensing next to him. She was clearly anxious about the new arrival, likely worried she was here to steal him from her, the new toy getting all the attention and the old one discarded without a thought. Adam was bemused by the notion, and thumbed the dial of the remote in his pocket up a notch, causing Taisha to shudder throughout, despite her best attempts to keep her cool. She had clearly picked up on Adam's "let's pretend everything's just normal" -game. Adam turned to examine Jira more closely. She was very similar in build to Taisha, but where Taisha's skin had a sort of a sheen or a polish to it, Jira's was almost perfectly matte. A few more splashes of milk in this cup of coffee, Adam thought. She was a little bit shorter than Taisha, and smaller in both breast and buttock. Adam nodded approvingly, a pang of guilt about his manners quickly silenced by his overwhelming lust. "Well, Mr Adam, I hope you find her to your liking. Oh, and she has the other thing you requested." Paradisio Pt. 04: Third Party The assistant gestured for Jira to present Adam with the object: a palm-sized see-through plastic bottle filled to the brim with an oily reddish substance. The sight of the bottle made Adam shiver with anticipation. "As per your request we mixed a special batch which should have minimal effect on male physiology, and an increased one for females. It was tested to be highly potent, I might add." The assistant bowed deep as Adam picked up the bottle. "Unless you require something more, Mr Adam, I shall take my leave. Please enjoy yourself to the fullest." With those words the man turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him. Adam suppressed an excited shake of his hand and gave Jira a warm smile, which she returned warily. -- Adam and Taisha guided Jira, their new plaything, into the living room, wasting no time with introductions and pleasantries. Adam was almost sure Jira and Taisha spoke the same language, but they had not exchanged a single word so far. He picked up a piece of fruit off the coffee table and extracted the vial from his pocket. He placed a single reddish drop onto the fruit and watched as the pale yellow flesh of the fruit turned slightly pink as it's own juices mixed with the added chemical. Adam smiled, took a small bite and felt... nothing. Good, he thought, no more messing with his own head, at least for now. He wanted to stay in control. Adam turned around and offered Jira the piece of fruit. She took it in her hand and examined it. Taisha spoke a few words, slow, purposeful and laced with lust, confirming Adam's suspicions of shared language, and watches Jira eat the piece of fruit. A few seconds after swallowing the girl coughed and glanced around her nervously. Taisha spoke again, a question this time, by the tone of her voice, to which Jira responded with a single word. Adam did not understand the exchange, but had a rough idea of what was being discussed as Taisha gave a gleeful little laugh at Jira's response. A bead of sweat appeared on Jira's forehead and she was clearly uncomfortable, moving her weight on one foot, then the other, swaying gently as she did. Adam gestured at Jira, then at the wooden support pillar near the corner of the living room area. He had requested it to be prepared for this moment, for this girl; Jira. Taisha spoke a few words, then began to lead Jira towards the support pillar. Jira was hesitant, but had apparently been instructed not to oppose any requests, just like a good companion should. Taisha placed Jira next to the support and raised Jira's hands up above her head. Taisha then proceeded, without a word, to tie Jira's hands together with a piece of silk string she had been provided, so that Jira's hands were tied tightly to one another and into the pillar she was standing against. She did not test the restraints, but spoke another question to which Taisha responded nonchalantly. Adam walked towards Jira, stopping a few meters in front of her. Taisha joined him and came to stand to his side. She was heeling, Adam thought, bemused. Taisha had clearly begun to pick up on what Adam planned, or perhaps she had been instructed remotely by the resort staff based on Adam's outlined plans, which he had written down as he requested for the second girl. Adam spread his arms and allowed the dressing gown to fall to the floor, leaving him naked. Jira winced and turned her head, closing her eyes for a second. Taisha barked an order at which the second girl opened her eyes again. Adam smiled. He had requested specifically for a girl with no sexual experience, one that had never been with a man, one that had little or no understanding of how sex worked. He had no idea how or where the resort staff had found her, but here she was, strapped to a wooden support, vulnerable. Adam had held onto the plastic bottle and carefully dropped a few drops of the fluid onto his semi-erect penis, watching as his skin absorbed the fluid rapidly. Adam gestured for Taisha to approach. She kneeled down in front of him and raised a single hand to his erect member. Taisha curled her fingers around Adam's hardening shaft, but Adam suppressed his reaction, instead intently observing Jira. The young girl glanced around the room restlessly, but for the majority of the time her eyes fixated on the only movement in the room: Taisha's hand over Adam's penis. As Taisha worked, rubbing Adam's oiled shaft with her hand, Jira watched with a confused look on her face. Taisha spoke softly, her words hanging in the air in a way that left Adam uncertain if she was speaking to herself, to Jira or to him, or perhaps to no-one in particular. She loosened her grip, touching Adam with only the tips of her fingers, and rubbed up and down Adam's shaft so that the tip of his member bottomed out against the palm of her hand. Jira spoke a few words, a question, but Taisha did not answer her this time. Instead, Taisha moved so that her body hugged Adam's leg and she changed the way she held onto his penis. She seemed to aim his rod towards the bound young girl in front of them, and then she increased the pace. Adam felt the white-hot edge of climax slowly approaching, swelling within his groin as Taisha worked on him. He welcomed it, allowing his mind to swim as he welled up and closed on the edge of climax. He allowed himself to cross that edge freely this time. Letting out an involuntary groan of pleasure, to which Taisha responded with an excited gasp, Adam signalled his release. Several jets of white goop shot out in ropes that landed on the floor between Adam and Jira, the wet sound of the impact causing Jira to wince. The young girl watched the event wordlessly, her eyes darting wildly between the spent semen on the floor and Taisha's hand, still slowly pumping Adam's pulsating member as the final drops of his seed bubbled and dribbled onto her fingers. After a few moments Adam nodded to Taisha. She understood the signal and released her grip on him. She stood up, raising her semen-stained hand in front of her face. Adam could hear her sniffing her fingers and the drug-laced cum staining them, taking in the strong smell with barely contained excitement. Then she approached Jira, bringing her hand to the young girl's face. She turned her face away and closed her eyes, but Taisha grabbed her face with her free left hand and forced Jira to face her. Then, without a word of warning, Taisha stuck her semen-stained fingers into Jira's mouth, plunging them deep past her lips and holding them in. Jira shuddered with abject horror and protested by shouting objections past the fingers wiggling in her mouth. A second passed, then five, then ten... Jira's protests died down and Adam watches Taisha slowly withdrawing her fingers from Jira's mouth. As Taisha walked away as instructed by by a gesture of Adam's hand, he remained there, watching and waiting. Taisha disappeared somewhere in the kitchen, leaving Adam and Jira alone in the living room, the young brown girl still bound by her hands. Adam watched Jira's face as she processed what had just happened. Her eyes darted wildly and her muscles flexed as she strained against the rope binding her. Adam could see the stimulating chemicals going into action, as Jira's expression of fear began to melt away into an expression of mindless lust. She stared intently at the strands of semen splattered on the floor in front of her, then up at Adam's penis. Stains of sweat darkened the fabric of Jira's clothing as her body began to heat up. She spoke a word Adam did not understand. He didn't need to understand it. He could see the drug embedded in his semen working it's magic, wrapping around every instinct of the young girl. The dose was small, likely just enough to cause cravings for more. Adam turned and walked away, leaving Jira there, alone. At first she was quiet, but soon she called out, her voice trembling. Again and again she called, but Adam didn't answer. She shouted after him, the desperation of an addict in her voice, but Adam ignored her pleas. -- Adam returned to the living room. An hour had passed with him having lunch and enjoying a massage by Taisha. Her movements has been stressed, and Adam knew she too was still enjoying the effects of the drug that coursed in his body. She wanted Adam to feed her, she wanted to drink deep so that she could have a new fix. The effect had to have been similar to Jira, but she was still bound, kept waiting. Adam glanced at the wall-mounted clock, which read 11:17, and nodded to himself. It was time to start the game. -- Adam and Taisha arrived in the living room together. Jira began to struggle against her bonds as soon as she saw Adam approaching, but as much as she tried, she could not escape without help. Adam had carried a comfortable recliner into the room, he hadn't bothered requesting someone to carry it for him, and placed it a short distance away from Jira, so that it faced her. Then he sat down, the hem of his dressing gown hanging loosely at his feet. Adam felt a tinge of regret as he analyzed his plans. It pained him that he had so little time to play with these girls, and he wondered if, with enough time, he could achieve a similar effect without the addictive drugs, if he could make them crave him as they now did. Taisha, still clad in her uniform of white shirt and a tan skirt, approached Jira, placing a small box down on the floor beside her. From within she produced a thin blade, which she examined carefully as Jira looked on with fear in her eyes. Adam clicked his fingers and Taisha extended her arm, placing the tip of the blade at Jira's waist. Then, with a single motion, she moved the blade up so that it sliced Jira's top open. The garment fell to the ground soundlessly. A second later Taisha moved the blade down, carefully slicing into Jira's tight shorts, removing this piece of clothing as well, leaving the young girl naked and vulnerable. Adam observed the proceedings, marvelling on one hand how well choreographed Taisha was in her actions, and on the other hand how beautiful Jira was. Her body was not quite as shapely as Taisha's, with the difference that where Taisha was shaven and hairless, Jira sported a small tuft of dark hair above her mound. Other than that her body was the shade of milk-chocolate. She seemed almost pale in comparison to Taisha's dark ebony skin. Jira's breasts were a touch smaller and her hips a degree narrower, giving her a slightly more slender and innocent look compared to the jungle-queen that was Taisha. Taisha placed the blade on the floor and began to unbutton her own shirt while standing promiscuously close to Jira. A few seconds later Taisha, too, was naked. The two dark bodies in such close proximity seemed to blend together in Adam's eyes, and he found himself immensely aroused. It took quite a bit of willpower from him to not allow it to show. It wasn't time, yet... Adam nodded as Taisha glanced at him inquisitively, and the young girl gave a devilish smirk as she turned back to Jira. Taisha's fingers caressed Jira's cheek, moving up to ruffle her long brown hair while Jira looked around her in confusion, unable to do much more in her bound state. Suddenly Taisha lunged forward and kissed Jira passionately. Adam watched, his knuckles white as he held on the the armrests of the recliner, as Taisha began to move, pressing her body close to Jira's, her hands wandering on the lighter skin of the bound village-girl. Adam could not see if Jira returned the kiss, but as Taisha ended it, there were two sets of passionate breathing sounds, not one. Taisha moved lower, rotating herself to Jira's side to allow Adam to better observe, as she kissed Jira's neck, shoulder, arm, chest and breast. Jira responded to each interaction as if she was being jolted by electricity. As Taisha's fingers caressed Jira's right breast and her lips closer around her left nipple, Jira exploded into an exaggerated, passionate moan. Taisha moved even lower, coming to kneel in front of Jira, her hands moving slowly, gently caressing Jira's skin as they moved down to her hips. Adam watched Jira's face as she tried to follow Taisha's movements with her gaze. A wet kissing sound emanated from between Jira's legs as Taisha began to stimulate her. Jira jumped, her legs jerking violently as the unexpected sensation of drug-enhanced pleasure washed over her, and for a moment she hung in the air only by the rope that held her arms above her head. Adam could not see the exact details of what Taisha was doing, but it mattered little, as the results were evident. Jira thrashed, gasped and moaned as Taisha's tongue and lips played with her most intimate regions. Taisha had to hold on to Jira's hips to keep her from bucking out of control, and it every now and then Adam got the impression Taisha was trying to enter Jira's body, so tight was the embrace. Adam glanced down, realizing his own body had turned the loosely hanging dressing gown into a miniature tent. He smiled as he retrieved a small remote from the pocket of the gown and thumbed the controls. Taisha jerked as the fresh vibrator embedded inside of her activated with a loud buzz, and she gave a loud moan of pleasure that was muffled by Jira's flesh which covered Taisha's lips. Jira jerked at the sudden motion and the vibration of Taisha's voice and also let loose a shriek of unabated pleasure. Taisha struggled to control herself and to concentrate on the task she had been assigned, but the rumbling within her made the task next to impossible. The chemicals inside of her multiplied the sensation of pleasure tenfold. Adam dialled the remote to its maximum setting, causing Taisha's body to jerk back, her muscles contracting violently. She fell to the floor, curling up into a ball, her entire body shivering and shaking in response to the pleasures she was being subjected to. Jira watched on, panting and drooling, a blank expression on her face. Adam placed the remote on the armrest of the recliner and stood up. Jira's body stiffened and her breathing quickened as Adam approached her. -- Adam had picked up the blade and used it to cut the ropes holding Jira in place. The young girl immediately fell to her knees, trembling and gasping as the flow of blood in her arms normalized. Adam watched her as she recovered, waiting to see what the young girl would do. Jira kept her eyes down on the floor for a good while as Adam waited, and only the sounds of the vibrator humming and Taisha drooling and mumbling in between breaths could be heard in the room. Jira seemed to be struggling in her mind, uncertain on what to do. Adam decided to help her decide, untied the soft belt of his dressing gown and flexed his arms so that the gown fell to the floor around his ankles. Jira was startled by the sudden movement and she looked up, her nose almost hitting the tip of Adam's erect member which now hovered right above her upturned face. Jira recoiled back, turning away from Adam, almost as if she was afraid of him. Adam simply stood there and waited. Maybe the chemical wasn't strong enough, or maybe Taisha's stimulations had left Jira too addled to react fully, he thought, feeling disappointed. After a few seconds Jira seemed to sniff at the air like a wild animal sensing prey, and she slowly turned back to Adam. Carefully, her hand shaking, she extended her fingers to Adam, touching the tip of his penis with the tip of her fingertip. Adam's excited body caused his stiffened member to jerk at the touch. Startled, Jira quickly withdrew her hand, looking up at Adam with confusion in her eyes. Adam simply looked back at her and nodded, granting her a smile. Jira swallowed hard, reaching out again, this time placing all of her fingers along Adam's shaft, much like Taisha had demonstrated before. She spoke a word Adam did not understand, and began to carefully caress Adam's shaft with the tips of her fingers. Adam could barely register the gentle touch, but the sight of the young village-girl exploring this strange part of Adam's body so carefully felt exhilarating to him. Adam's member twitched again, this time producing a single drop of pre-cum that clung to the tip of his penis. Jira examined the clear drop carefully, then moved her hand so that her thumb rubbed against the drop, smearing it around Adam's pulsating tip. The slippery sensation felt pleasant and Adam gave a small approving groan. Jira retracted her hand and raised her pre-cum -stained thumb to her nose, sniffing at the musky scent of the fluid. Recognition dawned in her eyes and she slipped her thumb between her lips, sucking hard, shivering as the tiniest hint of the drug embedded in the pre-cum entered her system. She breathed heavily, swaying from side to side, her eyes closed. Then, almost violently, she grabbed Adam's waist with both hands and plunged her face forward, taking Adam's tip in between her lips. Adam gasped as the heat of Jira's mouth surrounded his flesh. Adam jerked, amazed at how fast Jira was adopting this new idea on how to extract more of the drug from him. Jira's inexperience showed in her carelessness, and Adam could feel her teeth brushing against his fleshy rod. The feeling was not too unpleasant, however, and he could soon feel Jira's tongue begin to lap at him, exploring his tip and sliding up and down his urethral opening, trying to coax more fluid out of him. Adam placed his hand on Jira's head and pulled himself free of her mouth. Meanwhile he placed his hand on Jira's, and moved her fingers so that they wrapped around the shaft of his penis. Jira began to move her fingers around, the little friction that was there before now gone thanks to her slippery saliva coating Adam's member. She massaged him, experimenting, watching intently to see which motions elicited a response in either Adam's expression or the muscles that twitched at the base of his shaft. Adam was close to climax again, much faster than he might have wanted to, but there was little he could do about it. The realization came too late for him to even try to back down, and all he managed was to grab hold of Jira's wrists to pull her hands free just as he erupted. A thick jet of white fluids splashed onto Jira's face, covering her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and her lips. As Adam released a second jet Jira began to shudder and squeal with pleasure as she began to lick her lips and move her head around to get more of his semen into her mouth. She extended her tongue and allowed Adam's seed to splash onto the pink flesh in her mouth, lapping at the air like a hungry dog. Adam shuddered as he released one final stream of semen, several fat droplets of spunk hanging from his throbbing tip. Jira began to smear the white goop from her face and body and to scoop it into her hungry mouth, her eyes darting between her work and Adam, as if she was expecting for more. Adam sighed in relief, his muscles relaxing as the orgasm rolled off. As another faint beep went unheard, he began to ponder on his next move.