Chapter 29: Post-Op Threesome
The world returned in slivers: the sterile scent of antiseptic, a deep, bandaged ache in her ribs, and the warm weight of a body straddling her face. Veronica’s freshly suctioned waist, tightly bound in a surgical corset, pressed down, the rigid boning leaving imprints on Brandy’s cheeks. “Breathe through your nose, bitch,” Jessie’s voice commanded from somewhere above. Brandy’s vision cleared to see Jessie towering over her, a double-headed dildo gleaming in her hand. One end was already buried deep inside Veronica, who arched her back with a sharp gasp. “Your perfect new body exists to service us,” Jessie snarled, guiding the other thick, silicone head toward Brandy’s swollen, aching breast. She rubbed the tip brutally over Brandy’s pierced nipple, the sensation a lightning bolt of pain-pleasure, before slamming it against the soft underside of her augmented flesh. Jessie began to fuck the sensitive mound with short, hard thrusts, the obscene wet sound filling the room. Veronica ground herself down harder, the coarse hair and slick heat of her smothering Brandy’s mouth, making her gag. Jessie slapped Veronica’s ass, a sharp crack that made the corset seams creak. “You want stripper tits like Brandy’s useless melons,” Jessie growled at Veronica, “or should I go bigger?” She twisted the dildo cruelly inside Brandy’s breast. “Or maybe I just remove yours, leave you with nothing but these sensitive little nipples to play with.” Veronica moaned, the vibration shuddering through Brandy’s skull. “Bigger,” Veronica panted, “make them bigger than hers.” Jessie laughed, a sound like breaking glass. “Greedy slut.” She increased her rhythm, fucking Brandy’s tit and Veronica’s cunt in unison, a symphony of wet, slapping flesh and ragged moans. Brandy’s world narrowed to the taste of salt and musk, the brutal pressure on her chest, and the terrifying, exhilarating certainty that nothing about her body was her own anymore.