Athletic old sex film from 1970

El dragged me over to a tall man dressed in a grey well fitted suit and waistcoat, the red tie and silver bird lapel all spoke of his wealth style and authority, his hair a short dark brown, clean shaven. He took El by the throat and pulled her to him, and me along with her. He kissed her forcefully, the sound of their lips and tongues mixing sent a shiver through me, I had never rally thought about it, kissing a guy and I don't think that was what made me shiver perhaps I… was I… jealous of how she treated him? this person who kidnaped and tortured me for days. Maybe it was how she suddenly became so submissive to him or how the look of pleasure on her face was so complete, but I was entranced, and so very exited. “She will be whatever you make her Elysium.” His gaze fell to me, kneeling down and pulling me head up by my chin. “If she is a poor slave however, the punishment will be severe for both of you. A woman dressed in surgical clothing came through the mirrored door and began setting up a strange machine in the centre of the room. “She’s all yours Doc.” El sighed as she dragged me to the machine and with the help of two other slaves that had been waiting in the back of the room began strapping me in. The smaller of the two, a Japanese girl dressed in a short flower design kimono with long brown hair tied back with a red ribbon and cherry blossom hairpin whispered into my ear. “You better not forget slut, I get to play with you first when they’re finished remodelling you.” She giggled anime as she locked the final restraint on my neck and then skipped out of my view. “I am Doctor Smith.” The woman said softly, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life, I see you took well to the week of induction medication and mental remodelling, good. I do so hate uncooperative test subjects, from the data I see you cum easily, we may have to change that if you are going to be a good slave but for now I’ll focus on the main problems.” “Problems?” As soon as the word left my mouth I felt the surge of pain run through me. Followed quickly by my scream of agony. “You will not speak. This is not a consultation this is a remodelling, you will speak only if I address you with a question is this understood?” After a few seconds the pain again shot trough me followed by my scream. “I sasked you a question did I not?” “Yes! I understand, please don’t.” A third surge of pain. “You will answer my questions with a direct response no more or less information than I require, and to save us time you will address me as mistress understood.” Before I could answer she shocked me again to illustrate her point. She was in charge and she was in no mood for me to waste her time. As I whimpers a “Yes Mistress.” she began circling me like a wolf ready to pounce on its first meal in days. She was enjoying the agony she was inflicting and she was letting me know. “Do you know how many of you sluts I have remodelled?” “No Mistress.” Even the sissy-cuckold videos (If I ever had a wife or girlfriend, I know I’d want her to have sex with a real man, since I could never please her. Sami didn’t say anything for a while, and couldn’t even look at me. Alex kissed her on the mouth, and she spread her legs a little wider to accommodate his hips. After a few minutes she picked my head up from her shoulders, looked at me giving me a reassuring smile while she wiped the tears from my eyes with her thumbs. Justin broke the kiss. Then Emmanuel pulled my legs out from under me so I was belly to belly with the man. I want to unzip my trousers and let her mouth me instead. Then she pulled them up together tight with their arms around each other and their lips sealed together permanently. "What's all the commotion?" Instead of silver, golden glass soared. She needed him. “Did Elena tell you that? “We did.” Here we can be who we were truly meant to be. 8========D< Just do anime it already.” I followed him to the basement, naked under my skirt and dripping. The taste of my pussy on his cock was replaced with a mouthful of his cum as he pushed my skull against his groin. “It’s you” she whispered weakly, but with a spark of hope in her eyes.