<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Isolde Devonhard</span><br/>The Shadow</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/38f1727d-3417-4713-a9a2-7e9f2871cb3a_zps469c3edd.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Isolde awoke feeling for the first time since years totally satisfied and all sexual needs fulfilled. Oh, damn, what an orgy, she had never an orgy like that in all her life. Not even with her own slaves. She opened her eyes and looked at the young girl who was laying half on her, the full breasts pressing against her body. It was Sandra, the young guard and she was sleeping with a satisfied smile on her face. The girl had been incredible, a natural sex bomb with the most sweetest cry when she came. And they had all come a lot. She, Sandra and the two black girls. Ah, the black girls, where were they? Isolde looked around and she found the younger one in the corner on the couch, her arms wrapped around herself and the other one was sitting on top of the bed, watching her warily.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Hi, don't worry, we are soon gone and nobody will ever learn that we have been here. What is your name, girl?"</span><br/><br/>The black girl had the hollow look of a drugged girl, but still she answered her after a while.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBF00">„Asha. The other one is my cousin, Zazzy. Are you going to kill us now?“</span><br/><br/>Isolde shook her head and it took a while for her to understand that the change in expression she witnessed was actually letdown. Obviously the girl had hoped that her martyrium would end soon. It was kind of a shock to Isolde. She had always the feeling that the slaves enjoyed being with them, but it seemed that only the drugs made them feel like that.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I'm sorry, Asha. I believed you liked it at least a little. It looked like it last night."</span><br/><br/>The girl may have been drugged, she may have been in some dull state, but she wasn't completely numb. A tear started to form in her eye and to roll slowly down her cheek..<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBF00">"I had been a virgin, my cousin too. Now we are disgraced. And worst we... do those things to each other. It is disgusting. Or society has no word for that. We know only man and woman...and only the one we are given to."</span><br/><br/>Isolde suddenly felt bad. She knew she shouldn't, it was how things had always been in this country. And she was a part of the problem. But still, for a second she felt what the girl in front of her must feel. It was a horrible feeling. Then the distance and coldness returned and it didn't matter to her anymore. That girl was a slave. She would die soon enough.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„It will be soon over, Asha. That's all I can tell you.“</span><br/><br/>Isolde shook Sandra awake and the face of the guard turned into a grimace of horror when she realised where she was and that she and Isolde were both naked. But Isolde gave her a smile and patted her cheek.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„Nothing to worry about, Sandra. I promised you that everything that happened last night is forgotten today. You are completely safe and I enjoyed our night together. But now we should go, before someone comes looking for the girls.“</span><br/><br/>They both got up and started dressing and Isolde couldn't take her eyes from the lush figure of the young guard. Maybe she would transfer her to her staff. I would allow her to have some fun with her again some other time. Last Isolde switched on the surveillance and slipped out of the door after Sandra. The young guard was still looking wary and Isolde put her hand on her cheek and squeezed it slightly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"It's ok, Sandra. Report to duty. There won't be any repercussions. You have my word on that. But maybe I regroup you into my guards. I thought you may like to be my personal bodyguard, especially during the night shifts."</span><br/><br/>The deep red blush in the face of the girl was priceless and Isolde chuckled when she walked slowly towards her chambers.</div>