(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/SophieAvatar02.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophie Maryse Bisset</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ryuuji Adam's place - slave holding cells.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Callie Shaw, Tillie LeBon. & Kaelyn Richelieu - among others, freed and enslaved.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sohie had brought three fingers to her mouth, pasting the front of her body with saliva as her other hand worked the liquid into her skin. The small french woman had to bend sideways, due to the constricting chains about her neck and limbs. Her left hand stayed close to her mouth, pinching her own lips, abusing the back of her own throat as best as she could, however, unable to reach as far as she wished that they would.<br/><br/>when Kaelyn turned to look at her, Sophie had her eyes shut. Her right hand was over the parted lips of her pussy. Every finger was hard at work. her free hand drifted up and down, from her navel, to the tips of her chopped up hair. The rattle of her chains were rhythmic, out of sync with her gentle moans, and sharp breathing form. but, it her sounds entered the echoing labyrinth of the emporium like music. The slapping sound of her left hand against her own breast, as she clutched it, withdrawing her eyes from behind her eyelids, she lifted her head and looked down at her own body.<br/><br/>A free woman had given her the freedom to masturbate. Sophie had dreamed of this for a long time. She would not just let the opportunity slip through her fingers. She would savor it.<br/><br/>Her hips were grinding in a circular motion, and it made one of the links in her chain pop every few seconds or so. The hand against her soft, oozing under-carriage was hard at work. Those five fingers were the only parts of her body moving with any speed at all.<br/><br/>"This is good," she hissed out in English unable to stop herself from saying something. She wanted to come. Pent up energy was sort of the name of the game, here. She had been forced to wait while on display. The orgasm felt only moments away. Her hand slowed down, two of her fingers re-appeared as she pulled away, honey dripping from the tips of them to the skin below. She used the slippery paste as a lotion for the inside of her thighs, smacking them, and lathering them with her own cream. She squeaked a bit, making painfully strong contact, forcing the blushing shade of her skin to stay pale-white, long after her hand had struck the surface.<br/><br/>Still deriving pleasure from the experience, Sophie set her hand in-between her thighs and aimed down at her own genitals. She slapped herseld hard against the smooth softness of her cunt three times, and groaned quietly to holster a tempted laugh. After the third slap, she pushed into her succulent body again, and writhed under the gentle ebb and flow of her two longest fingers.<br/><br/>All this time, her head was turned, that or her eyes were closed. Continuing, she slid three fingers into the parting force of her mouth again, and sucked, as if she were dying of thirst, and hallucinating. Careful whimpers hummed out of her throat, somewhere behind the sounds of metal, and smacking lips.