By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 16 - Inside The Looking Glass

The slaver's cock erupted without any warning in my mouth. Even as it spurted, I continued to bob my head keenly and swallowed all of the broiling salty nectar that was spent in my mouth. I mewled passionately at the taste and slowly slipped his cock free of my lips so I could revel in the sensations of its glistening smoothness when I wiped it sensuously around the outsides of my lips and against my flushed cheeks. I let myself become lost in the dreaminess, but was abruptly snapped out of it a few seconds later when he pushed my head away and re-secured his cock in his trousers.

I collapsed back to sit on my heels. He didn't give any indication as to whether or not I had achieved what he wanted in the specified time, and I feared it might have taken me too long. I sat there like that on the floor for a long time, until my feet became numb beneath my ass cheeks. Eventually, I climbed slowly to my feet and made my way to bed. It had been a thoroughly exhausting day, and I needed sleep. The guard's reappearance at my cell gate put an end to that idea.

"I have some good news and some bad news for you, slave. Which would you like to hear first?" He stood with his arms folded and leaned against the wall at the foot of my bed.

The mere mention of bad news was enough to cause my stomach to somersault. I had a hunch the bad news was that my cock sucking of the last slaver wasn't good enough and that I had failed to make him cum in the prescribed time. Having that confirmed felt like the only thing I had got right in the past week, but it wasn't enough to lift me out of the funk I was in.

"What's the good news?" I asked. I tried to sound hopeful when I asked but sensed any news coming from this sadistic guard couldn't be good. I was right again. "Wow. Two out of two," a voice in my head started saying the second he revealed the supposed good news.

"The good news is, it looks like Old Jack has saved you from The Hill because National Confessor not only bought the pictures he took of you -- they've decided to buy you! Aren't you lucky?" he said.

"Yes," I lied. I began to think I knew how Alice felt when she fell down the rabbit hole.

"Cheer up!" the guard said. "You're going to be owned by the National Confessor. You'll be famous. I think this calls for a celebration. Don't you?"