–Get on the floor, Kit said.

Her voice was harsh and cruel.

Naked and utterly overcome by the power that she faced, April’s only option was to comply. She got off the bed and onto the floor and remained there, on her hands and knees, like a meek dog.

–Come over here and lick my hand, Kit said.

April made to get up but Kit said, –No! Crawl.

April looked at the three guards who were watching this demonstration of Kit’s power with a lustful greed. She crawled toward Kit and Kit held out her hand in front of her. When April reached it she began to lick the hand as if she really was Kit’s dog.

–That’s it, Kit said, satisfied with April’s compliance.

Kit began to move her hand toward her crotch and April didn’t have to think very hard to see where this was going. Kit was wearing a long skirt that went down to her ankles and as April continued licking the horrible woman’s tired, old hand, Kit began to hike the long skirt up to her waist, revealing a pair of cotton panties. As Kit moved her hand toward the panties, April was forced to follow until she was right up against Kit’s crotch. Kit then put her hand on the panties, so that April was licking the hand and also the dry, white cotton.

Kit then let the long skirt fall back down over April. April was now inside the skirt, and something about being under that skirt made her feel smaller and more humiliated than anything that Kit had ever done previously. She knew what Kit expected of her and she no longer had the will to resist. She began licking the soft, white flesh on the inside of Kit’s thighs before gradually moving upward toward the white panties. She licked at the edge of the panties, where the elasticated seam met Kit’s leg, pushing her tongue against the elastic and trying to get her tongue inside. She thought she would be able to move the panties aside with her tongue and get to Kit’s vagina but she wasn’t able. She didn’t think she was allowed to use her hands so she stopped trying to get inside with her tongue and began licking the front of the cotton, probing at the soft flesh beneath the thin layer of fabric. She could make out the indentation of Kit’s vaginal lips through the panty and pressed her tongue against them, trying to stimulate them through the cotton.

The fabric was dry against her tongue and instead of licking it she tried to apply pressure to Kit’s pussy gently, pushing her tongue into the soft mound rather than licking up and down like she usually would.

She felt Kit’s legs tighten on her head and then the skirt came up. She stopped what she was doing to look around the room. The guards were all looking at her and all three of them had opened their flies and were rubbing their erect cocks with their hands. They were obviously Kit’s personal entourage and were well accustomed to her sexual exploits. They’d probably seen a lot of crazy things since working for her and it seemed Kit got a big kick out of showing off to them.