Then she started to moan, then to scream, and the last thing she recalled was for her body to fall on the ground, as her legs failed her, but she didn't.

She floated in the air, with waves of wind kept hitting her body like feathers dancing in the wind. She was experiencing an amazing thing, while each touch of the wind caused a shock wave filled with colors, like a color festival, and she was the heart of it.

She didn't know that the moment her legs softened, James was ready to catch her, raise her higher, while fixing her back to the wall. He stood up instead of kneeling, and started to enjoy his soft and tender meal under the symphony of screams and moans she kept releasing.

All this happened in front of the shocked eyes of Anasta, who didn't know what else to do but to swallow her dry throat and her body shivered when she heard each high pitched screams of Dora.

Such a strong and bold girl turned this soft and helpless in mere minutes! that shocked her and when she glanced at the closed door and the smashed control screen she realized the fact…

She would be next in line!

James kept spoiling Dora for ten minutes, astonished at her sensitive reaction to his touches. He never imagined she would be this fragile or give him more reaction than Stefanie.

So, when he felt she went down a road with no close return, he held her like a sleeping beauty in his arms, as he turned towards Anasta and said in a soft and innocent tone:

"I read once that each girl has her own taste, and it seems to me now this statement was quite true," he said before starting to walk, step by step, towards her, while Dora was in another world in his hands, "be ready to get wasted!" he said, and his voice and tone, his words and behavior, his eyes and prior actions; all told her one simple fact: She would be the next one to be like Dora and she would get even more than what she had!

He reached the bed as he laid the totally wasted Dora there, before standing in front of the stupefied and shocked Anasta as he added while touching her cheeks gently: "I wonder what will be your taste like?"

He then paused, for a long moment there, while only glancing at her body with hungry eyes. She swallowed her throat again, not knowing why but she had some fear of this experience, and much anticipation.

And as she was sitting there, motionless, his hands started to unbutton her dress, letting it slide over her chest and abdomen, before grabbing her hand to stand up, letting it glide over her amazingly sexy body and fall upon itself on the ground around her heels.

And the next moment she found herself taken to the air by him, as he decided to change, taking her towards the big roundtable in the room, before laying her body there, letting her legs swing freely on the edge of the table, before grabbing the seat Dora had brought before, and put it just in between her legs.

And he sat down, and let his head lean forward as he took the next hour sweetly torturing the two girls, one girl at a time, until they all became too drunk to even raise their heads or release a scream or even a single moan.

And then the two kept releasing muffled tones here and there, while surrendering finally to the sense of flying in the storm of love, drowning to the bottomless ocean of lust, and James was really enjoying this delicious snack with no doubt.

His lips were now covered in thin, transparent, honey like dots that came from the almost paralyzed body of her. He stopped, while glancing at Dora to find her in her own lost lust world, not showing any signs of awakening soon.

"I should go inside and taste Stefanie as well, hehehe," he smirked before closing his eyes, without moving from his place, and entered his soul room.

Stefanie was still wasted, but she seemed much better than the two girls. She had seen everything he did, and she knew why he was here, but she didn't have the strength to move except for a few steps, walking in a very lousy way that ended up with her two legs softening and her falling, not in the ground but in James' arms.

"Where are you thinking you are going my little sweet scepter?" he said, in a very evil tone, while she hurried to swallow her breaths before trying to say anything.

But he never gave her the chance, or even cared about what she wanted to say. He came here to make her more wasted, and prepare well for the next fight coming up to him.

The three must be totally wasted; that was the plan. And now Stefanie looked quite better than the others, making him feel much guilt.

"Just look at you, still have some bits of strength here and here," he said while holding her arms and legs with his hands, after putting her down to the bed. "Don't worry dear, I promise you won't be able to even open your eyes when I finish with you," he said, and she tried to gather up all her strength, raising her head slightly to stop him, but she was too late for that!

His head had already reached her target, and the next thing she felt was the same bottomless ocean of lust and the exact vigorous storm of love that started haunting her soul and body.

Eventually all the strength in her body dissipated away, replaced with numbness and weakness, while even moaning started to be hard for her, and eventually she ended up losing even her consciousness, entering a strange state of dreams without sleep; a dam of joy was blown away and the mighty ocean of lust and love behind it started to overdrawn her.

And the room turned strangely under a heavy silence, with only the sound of her slow and deep breaths to be heard with some splashing sound caused by his tongue on her water shores.

"Now you all three are ready," he said in satisfaction while glancing at the totally wasted Stefanie and then opened his eyes to glance over Anasta and Dora, before adding, "it's almost time for me to start my real training then."