<strong>Moussad - Drip dry Madforson</strong><br/><br/>Moussad got in on the last bit of cursing as the fire hose dripped the last remnants of water from the nozzle.  He closed the red box again and turned to collect his prizes. Taking her over his shoulder just as something metal like hit the grate with a pronounced thunk.<br/><br/>Moussad didn’t think much about it. The fire hose door ajar. The hose snaking to the grate.  The nozzle bent in crushed coke can fashion. He never looked in that direction because he was too busy working out his little scorpion tongued harlet’s question.<br/><br/>“Cents?” Moussad repeated as he pulled open the exit door.<br/><br/>The fresh ventilated air had made a protective barrier Moussad step thru as he took the stairs.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath. Then another. Several more just to clear out his sinus cavity.<br/><br/>“Cents? Oh yes I am knowing that. For dah box that drops KoKo Soda.”<br/><br/>He rubbed her now clean ass cheeks as he took the stairs two at a time. “You thirsty Jahdem?  I am parch-ED. Maybe doctor man is near.  If not we kick it dah box.  We kick it twice.”<br/><br/>Moussad opened the entrance door. The sign to the right read, LEVEL 1.  It opened to the smell of sea water.  The aquarium on the across the corridor but Moussad headed for the cages.<br/><br/>It was reasonable quiet down the row of cages. Slaves who saw him moved to the far back against the wall as far as they could get. A girl stared as Moussad past, her eyes showed relief until she saw the package over his shoulder and felt sorry for whoever he had grabbed.<br/><br/>Moussad hurried past. Any other day he would have a word or two with those he caught looking,  but his friend the Mountain Gorilla needed his help and his Jahdem required a safe place to spend some time before he collected her.<br/><br/>A two man security patrol was up ahead. They saw him first and moved to the other side of the hallway to give Moussad plenty of room. They had heard about the dance class.<br/><br/>Moussad walked right past them.<br/><br/>“Bring ah my womens two suppers!” He told them.<br/><br/>“Yes sir,” The closest security answered and both took off quickly in the direction of the kitchen.<br/><br/>But Moussad didn’t care. He was already picking the lock on cage 3.  Unfortunately cage 3 was already occupied. It held another girl. One Moussad recognized immediately.  She was curled up on the floor in a blanket.<br/><br/>“Jahdem, dis girl you friend.  Make her share dah blanket..” He told her as he set her just inside the door.<br/><br/>His lips on hers in a hard lip crushing I want you now kiss. He didn’t linger. Instead lifted her to one side, the bag of recent treasure next to her and closed the cage door locking it behind him.<br/><br/>“Okay, sleep now. I fuck you soon, promise!” he called out as he jogged toward the rear exit.<br/><br/>Disturbed. The vibration alone was annoying.  Enough intrusion to raise a head just over the blanket draped body of Evie.  The forked tongue scenting the air for food, trouble, a predator, or another slithery blanket mate of the feminine persuasion.  Instead Jethro’s tongue scented a less pungent Madison.<br/><br/>