ILL-FATED JOURNEY™

Chapter 25

I stayed like that for days absorbing everything I could. I discovered TV shows and mini-series I 

had missed, even commercials were fascinating. Vladimir and Mila only bothered me to feed me

and make sure I took a bath. After a while, Vladimir grew tired of this and came to bed one night

and grabbed the remote.

"Hey!" I shouted as I grabbed it back.

We then had a silent tug of war of it until he said. "Let me show you something."

I released my grip and narrowed my eyes at him. He just smirked and proceeded to unlock the 

pay per view channels. My eyes lit up at the prospect of more to see until he selected a channel 

with naked people on it. My eyes whipped to his and he ordered "Just watch." And I did. These 

people then began to have all manner of intercourse on the screen. With my face flaming I faced 

him once more and found him stripping.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice a couple octaves higher.

"Dinner and a show." He smiled, and my heart raced. "See anything you'd like to try?" He asked 

nodding to the TV.

No wonder he was good! He had a way to learn how to do it. That's so fricking unfair, I thought 

as I watched the actress put the actor's penis in her mouth. That brought another bad memory 

of a man making the Latina do that. I wonder if she's alright? Men seem to like having their thing 

in a woman's mouth. Would he like that? Could I do that? Should I do that?

He slid in next to me and murmured in my ear as he unbuttoned my pyjamas. "You are a little 

over dressed for this particular show, Kitten."

"What do you what me to do?" I asked hesitantly as he fondled me. Between his hands and what

was happening on the screen, my body was on fire.

"Get naked first and I'll show you." He purred, and I immediately got up and got undressed, still 

casting side glances at the screen. He wore a pleased grin as did so, then lay back on the bed 

letting me look my fill. "How do I compare, Kitten?"

Compare? What did he mean? I looked at the screen then looked at him, it took me a moment 

then I got it. How does he compare? How do I compare? That woman's breasts looked perfectly 

large and perky, her waist narrow and she had sky blue eyes and she was definitely a few pounds

lighter than me. I glanced down at my own naked form and saw the rounding of my belly that no

amount of sucking in was going to hide. I was fat. How come he didn't see I was fat?

"You are perfect, Love." Vladimir assured me as he sat up to take hold of my hands. "That