Chapter 12: Competition II
: The Competition
The living room of the apartment was filled with an air of anticipation and tension. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to undulate with the promise of the debauchery to come. The room was decorated in a mixed style, blending modern minimalism with the remnants of vintage opulence, creating an atmosphere that was both sophisticated and slightly decadent.
Lucia sat on the plush, cream-colored couch, her long, dark hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She wore a silk robe the color of midnight, the deep V-neck revealing a hint of her generous cleavage.
Her legs were crossed, one heel resting on the cushion beside her, the other foot rubbing against Chris's calf, which rested on the couch. She was relaxed and confident, a queen surveying her kingdom.
"Chris, darling," she began, her voice a low purr. "I want you to suck Conzi's tits while she sucks your cock. But be gentle, we don't want her to come yet."
Chris nodded, his eyes flicking to Conzi, who was now kneeling between his legs, her eyes downcast in submission.
He reached out, his large hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, causing them to harden instantly.
"Hands on your knees, whore," Lucia commanded, her voice a low, sultry purr. "Show us those pretty little tits of yours."
Conzi complied immediately, her hands resting on her knees, her back straight, her breasts thrust out in an offering.
"Now, Chris, suck those pretty tits," Lucia instructed.
Chris leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Conzi's as his mouth closed over one of her nipples.
He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing against the flesh. He could feel her body tense, her breath hitching as he pulled at her nipple with his mouth.
"That's it, slut," Lucia purred, her eyes gleaming with pleasure as she watched Chris suck on Conzi's breast. "Show him how much you love being used like this."
Conzi moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as Chris continued to suck and tease her nipple. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy growing wetter with each passing moment.
She looked over to where Evana was sitting, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she watched Conzi and Chris. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of Evana watching her, of Evana being turned on by her.
"Please, Mistress," Conzi begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, let me touch him. I want to feel him inside me."
Lucia smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement. You're going to have to wait. But you can make him hard for you, can't you?
Show us how good you are at sucking cock," Lucia challenged, her voice laced with cruelty as she leaned back against the couch, her eyes locked onto Conzi.
Conzi looked up at Chris, her eyes pleading as she reached out, her hand wrapping around his semi-hard cock. She began to stroke him, her thumb brushing over the head, spreading the pre-cum that was already leaking from him. She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his as she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock.
Chris groaned, his hips bucking slightly as Conzi took him into her mouth.
He could feel her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her lips tightening around the shaft. He looked down at her, watching as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper into her mouth with each pass.
"Fuck, that's it, whore," Lucia praised, her voice a low growl. "Take that cock like a good little cocksleeve. Show us how much you want it."
Conzi moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. She could feel her own need building, her pussy growing wet as she sucked him off.
She wanted to feel him inside her, to be filled by him. She turned her head slightly, looking over at Evana, who was watching them intently, her eyes dark with desire. She felt a thrill at the thought of Evana watching her, of Evana being turned on by her.
"Please, Mistress," Conzi begged again, her voice muffled by Chris's cock. "Please, let me feel him inside me. I want to feel him come inside me."
Lucia smirked, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "You want him to come inside you, whore?
To fill that dirty little cunt of yours with his cum?" Lucia taunted, her voice a low purr. "You think you deserve that, after what you begged for last night? You think you're worthy of his load?"
Conzi looked up at her, her eyes pleading, her mouth still full of Chris's cock. She nodded, her eyes watering as she tried to speak around his cock. Please. I want to feel him come inside me. I want to feel his cum fill my cunt. I want to be his little cumdumpster."
Lucia chuckled, a dark, wicked sound.
"I love how desperate you are, Conzi. But you're not in charge here. We are. And we'll decide when you get to feel his cock inside you. But for now, keep sucking that cock like the good little whore you are."
Conzi moaned around Chris's cock, her eyes watering as she nodded in understanding. She refocused her efforts, taking him deeper into her mouth, her throat constricting around his shaft as she swallowed him down. Chris groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she took him deeper.
"That's right, you filthy little cocksleeve," Lucia praised.
"Show me how much you want to be used like this. Suck that cock like the good little slut you are."
Conzi moaned louder, her fingers digging into Chris's thighs as she tried to pull him deeper into her mouth. She wanted to feel him come, wanted to taste his cum filling her throat. But she knew better than to disobey Lucia's command.
"Come on, you little bitch," Chris taunted, his hands gripping her head tighter as he thrust his hips forward, fucking her face with more force.
"You want to be my little cumdumpster, don't you? You want to feel my hot load shooting down your throat?"
Conzi gagged and choked, her eyes watering like a fucking faucet as she tried to take him deeper. She nodded, her body trembling as she fought to keep up with his brutal pace. She wanted it, needed it. She wanted to feel him come, to taste his cum in her throat.
"Fuck yes, you do," Lucia cooed, her voice a low purr as she watched Chris fuck Conzi's face.
"You're a worthless little cumdumpster, aren't you, Conzi? You live to serve, to be used. To have your filthy little mouth filled with cock, don't you?"
Conzi moaned around Chris's cock, her eyes watering as she nodded. She knew what Lucia wanted to hear, what she wanted to see. She wanted to please her Mistress, to be a good little slut for her.
"That's right, whore," Lucia praised, her voice thick with lust. "Take that cock like the good little cocksleeve you are.
Show me how much you want to feel his cum fill your throat." Lucia commanded, her voice dripping with cruel desire as she watched Conzi take Chris's cock deeper into her mouth.
Conzi whimpered around the cock, her eyes watering as she took him deeper. She could feel her throat spasming, trying to push him out, but she didn't stop. She relaxed her throat, forcing herself to take more of him, even as her gag reflex triggered repeatedly.
Chris groaned, his hips moving faster, fucking her face with more force. "That's right, you little slut," he growled.
"Take every fucking inch of my cock down your throat. You're my little cocksleeve, and you'll take it all like a good fucking whore."
Conzi gagged again, her eyes watering as she forced herself to relax her throat and take more of him. She could feel her tears streaming down her face, her nose running as she struggled to breathe. Chris's hips moved faster, his grip on her head tightening as he fucked her face with brutal, punishing strokes.
"Fuck, yes," Lucia purred, her eyes gleaming with pleasure as she watched Conzi struggle.
"You're doing so well, my little cumdumpster. You're taking every fucking inch of his cock like the good little whore you are."
Conzi's eyes watered as she took Chris deeper, her throat constricting around his cock. The sensation of being used, of being forced to take him all the way down, sent shivers of pleasure through her body. She could feel her pussy aching, her clit throbbing, desperate for attention.
"Please, Mistress," she begged, her voice muffled by Chris's cock. "Please, let him make me come.
I need it so badly," Conzi begged, her voice a desperate whimper around Chris's cock.
Lucia chuckled, a dark, wicked sound that sent shivers down Conzi's spine. "Not yet, little slut. You don't get to come until I say so. But don't worry, you'll get what you want. Eventually."
Chris groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock throbbing in Conzi's mouth as he fucked her face with brutal force. "That's right, you filthy little cumdumpster. You'll take it all, won't you?
Every fucking drop," Chris growled, his grip on Conzi's hair tightening as he started to fuck her face in earnest. He thrust his hips forward, his cock plunging deep into her throat, his balls slapping against her chin. Conzi gagged, her throat constricting around his shaft, but she relaxed her muscles, taking him deeper.
"Look at her, Lucia," Evana purred from her seat on the ottoman. "She's taking his entire fucking cock like a pro.
Aren't you, Conzi?" Evana taunted, her voice a sultry purr as she watched Chris's hips piston in and out of Conzi's mouth.
Lucia nodded, her eyes never leaving the obscene display. "Yes, she is. But we're not done with her yet. Chris, pull out. I want to see that pretty little throat of hers, all red and sore from your cock."
Chris groaned but complied, withdrawing his cock from Conzi's mouth with a wet, sucking sound.
Conzi gasped, her throat working to breathe as spit and pre-cum dripped from her chin. Her eyes were watering, her nose a mess, and her lips were swollen and red from the brutal face-fucking.
Lucia stood up from the couch, her silk robe falling open to reveal her naked body. She sauntered over to Conzi, her hips swaying with each step. She reached down and cupped Conzi's chin, tilting her head back to look at her.
"Fuck, look at the state of you," Lucia cooed, her voice thick with lust.
"Your throat is all red and raw from taking his cock, isn't it?" She traced a finger along Conzi's swollen lips, spreading a mix of saliva and pre-cum. "You look like a used-up little slut, don't you?"
Conzi moaned softly, her eyes locked onto Lucia's. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the abuse. "I look like a used-up little slut for you." "Good girl. Now, turn around and present your ass to me.
I want to see how red and sore it is from last night."
Conzi complied, turning around and presenting her ass to Lucia. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, a constant reminder of the night's events.
Lucia traced her fingers along the welts and bruises, her touch light but firm. "Mm, look at this ass. It's still so red and raw. You really took your punishment well last night, didn't you?"
Conzi nodded, her face flushing with embarrassment and arousal.
She bent over, presenting her ass to Lucia, her cheeks spread apart, revealing her well-used hole.
Lucia let out a low growl of approval. You're such a pretty little slut, aren't you? Always ready and willing to be used."
She leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the length of Conzi's crack, tasting the remnants of last night's fucking. Conzi moaned, her body shivering at the contact.
"Please, Mistress," she begged. "Please, touch me.
I need to feel you," Conzi begged, her voice a desperate whimper.
Lucia chuckled, a low, wicked sound. "Patience, you little slut. I'll touch you when I'm good and ready." She stood back up, her eyes gleaming with cruelty as she surveyed Conzi's exposed body.
"Now, spread those legs wider. I want to see that dirty little cunt of yours."
Conzi complied, her legs trembling as she widened her stance, her pussy on full display.
Lucia smirked, her eyes darkening with lust. Now, fuck your own pussy for me.
Show me how desperate you are.
Show me how much you want to come."
Lucia demanded, her voice low and commanding.
Conzi wasted no time, her fingers immediately darting down to her cunt, her middle finger sliding easily into her wetness. She began to fuck herself, her fingers moving in and out, her thumb circling her clit, her eyes locked onto Lucia's as she begged, "Please, Mistress. I need to feel your touch."
Lucia smirked, her eyes never leaving Conzi's face as she continued to watch her pleasure herself.
"You want to come, whore? You want to feel that release inside that tight little cunt of yours?"
Conzi nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she fucked herself harder. Please let me come."
Lucia's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Not yet, slut. You're going to make yourself beg for it. You're going to make yourself beg to come all over your own filthy fingers."
Conzi whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her orgasm. She knew better than to disobey.
She'd learned that lesson the hard way too many times to count. She slipped her fingers out of her pussy, only to slam them back in, harder this time. Her hips bucked against her hand, trying to get deeper, to reach that spot that would send her over the edge. But she knew she couldn't come without permission. She was just a toy for her Mistresses to use and abuse, nothing more.
Lucia watched her with amusement, her eyes flicking to the other women in the room. "What do you think, Evana?
Should we let her come?" Lucia asked, her voice a low purr as she watched Conzi squirm.
Evana smirked, her eyes never leaving Conzi's desperate struggle. "Not yet. I think we should make her beg a little longer. Don't you agree, Annika?"
Annika, who had been watching the scene unfold with a smug smile on her face, nodded. "Oh, absolutely. The longer we make her wait, the sweeter her release will be. Right, Chris?"
Chris chuckled, his cock still semi-hard from the brutal face-fucking he'd given Conzi. "Fuck yeah.
Let's make her suffer," Chris agreed, his eyes locked onto Conzi's writhing body. "Make her beg and plead for that orgasm. And when she does, we'll make her come so hard she'll pass out."
Lucia smiled cruelly, her eyes flicking to the other women in the room. "Very well. Let's make this little whore squirm. Evana, Annika, why don't you two join in? Let's see how long we can make her hold out."
Evana and Annika exchanged a wicked smile, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
They moved to stand behind Conzi, their breath hot on her neck, their fingers tracing the lines of her body.
"Please, Mistresses," Conzi begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "I can't take it anymore. I need to come so badly."
Evana laughed, a low, cruel sound. "And who said you could come, slut? You'll come when we say you can. For now, you're just a pathetic little whore begging for release."
Annika nodded in agreement, her fingers trailing down Conzi's back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"That's right, you little bitch. The only reason you're even allowed to touch yourself is to please us. To make us hard. To make us wet. And if you're lucky, maybe we'll let you come. But don't hold your breath. I like making you suffer."
Conzi whimpered, her body trembling with need as Evana and Annika began to touch her, their hands exploring her body with cruel intent.
Evana's fingers found Conzi's nipples, pinching and twisting them until they were hard and painful. "Look at these pathetic little titties," she sneered.
"They deserve to be used and abused." She twisted them again and Conzi moaned, her back arching as pain shot through her.
Annika, meanwhile, had moved her hand down to Conzi's pussy. She slipped two fingers inside, curling them up to rub against Conzi's G-spot.
Conzi gasped, her hips jerking forward at the sudden invasion. "Oh, fuck," she moaned. "Please, Mistress, more."
Annika smirked, her eyes locked onto Conzi's. "Beg for it, you little slut," she taunted.
Conzi was panting, her body a mess of contradictions — pleasure and pain, arousal and humiliation. She tried to push back against Annika's fingers, desperate for more, but Annika just laughed and withdrew them.
"Not yet, pet," she said, her voice laced with cruel amusement. "You're not ready for that yet." "Beg for my fingers to make you come. Scream for my touch, whore." Annika's fingers pumped in and out of Conzi's pussy, her thumb rubbing circles around her clit, the pressure building with each pass.
Conzi's body tensed, her breath hitching in her throat as the pleasure built. She could feel her orgasm beginning to crest, her body trembling with the effort not to give in. "Please, Mistress," she begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "Please, let me come. I can't take it anymore.
Please, let me fucking come!" Conzi's body convulsed, her hips bucking wildly as she begged for release. Sweat beaded on her brow, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.
Annika smirked, her fingers digging deeper into Conzi's pussy. You want to feel that orgasm rip through your filthy little body?"
Conzi nodded frantically, her eyes pleading. "Yes, Mistress. Please, let me come.
It's all I can think, all I can feel, all I can desire. The ache in my pussy is unbearable, a fire that only Annika's touch can quench. I'm so close, so fucking close, and yet she won't let me go over the edge. My body is a mess of contradictions - pleasure and pain, arousal and humiliation. I'm desperate, so fucking desperate for release.
"Please, Mistress," I beg again, my voice a desperate whimper.
I'm on the verge, my body aching for release. Please, let me come."
Annika chuckles, her fingers still moving inside me, her thumb circling my clit with maddening precision.
"Not yet, little slut," she purrs. "You're going to have to earn this orgasm. Show us how badly you want it."
I whimper, my hips bucking against her hand, trying to force her fingers deeper inside me.
"Please," I beg. "I'll do anything.
Anything you want," Conzi pleads, her voice a desperate, begging whimper. "Please, Mistress, I'm begging you. Let me come."
Annika's fingers pause briefly inside Conzi, making her whimper in frustration. "Anything, hmm?" Annika taunts. "You'll do anything to feel that release, won't you, slut?"
Conzi nods frantically, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Anything. I'll do anything you say."
Annika smirks, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Alright, slut.
Here's what we're going to do," Annika said, her voice dark with promise. "You're going to make us all come first, and then, and only then, will we consider letting you come. But don't think you'll get off easy. Oh no, you'll have to earn that orgasm."
Conzi whimpered, her body trembling with need and anticipation. Anything you want."
Annika grinned cruelly.
"First, you'll make Chris come. You'll suck that big cock of his until he fills your throat with his cum. Then, you'll make me come. You'll eat my pussy until I scream. And finally, you'll make Evana and Lucia come. You'll suck on their tits and lick their cunts until they both explode. Only then will we consider letting you come."
Conzi whimpered, her body shaking with need and fear. I'll do it. I'll make you all come."
Lucia smiled, her voice like velvet.
"That's my good girl. Now, let's get started. Chris, come here. It's time for you to fuck our little slut's face."
Chris stepped forward, his cock already hard again, eager to comply. He was a well-oiled machine when it came to serving the Mistresses, and he loved every second of it. He stood in front of Conzi, his cock mere inches from her face.
"Open your mouth, whore," Lucia commanded. "Show Chris that pretty little throat of yours."
Conzi obeyed, her mouth opening wide, her tongue sticking out in anticipation.
Chris gripped her hair, guiding his cock to her waiting mouth. He groaned as her lips wrapped around him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He looked down at her, watching as her cheeks hollowed out with each suck.
"That's it, little slut," Lucia praised, her eyes gleaming with pleasure as she watched Conzi take Chris's cock deeper into her mouth. "Show us how well you can take that big cock. Show us what a good little cocksleeve you are."
Conzi moaned around Chris's cock, the vibration sending shivers down his spine.
She started to bob her head up and down, taking him deeper into her throat with each pass. Her saliva coated his cock, making it glisten in the afternoon light streaming through the windows.
"Fuck, that's right, you little slut," Lucia praised, her voice a low growl. Show us how much you want to be used like this."
Conzi's eyes watered as she tried to take him deeper, her throat constricting around his girth. She relaxed her jaw, forcing herself to take more of him, even as her gag reflex triggered repeatedly.
She could feel her own drool and pre-cum dripping down her chin, but she didn't care. All that mattered was taking every inch of Chris's cock and pleasing her Mistresses. "That's right, you filthy little cocksleeve. You'll take every fucking inch of my cock down your throat. You're my little whore, and you'll take it all like a good fucking slut."
Conzi's eyes watered as she tried to take him deeper, her throat constricting around his shaft.
She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, her gag reflex triggering, but she pushed past it, taking more and more of him. She relaxed her jaw, forcing herself to take more of him, even as she gagged and choked around his length. Saliva dribbled down her chin, her nose running as she struggled to breathe. But she didn't stop. She didn't care about the pain or discomfort. All she wanted was to please her Mistresses, to be a good little cocksleeve for them.
Lucia watched the scene unfold with a mix of amusement and lust.
She loved seeing Conzi debased and used like this, her body pushed to its limits. She could see the pleasure and pain warring on Conzi's face, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to take Chris's cock.
"Look at you, Conzi. You're such a good little cocksleeve," Lucia purred, her voice laced with cruelty as she circled behind Chris. "I bet you want to feel him come in your throat, don't you? You want to feel his hot cum fill your mouth and slide down your throat."
Conzi moaned around Chris's cock, her eyes watering as she nodded in agreement.
She wanted to feel his hot load shoot down her throat, to swallow every last drop. She wanted to be his good little cumdumpster. Now, show us how much you love swallowing cock." She reached out, her long nails digging into Chris's ass, her other hand gripping his hair, holding him in place as she started to fuck Conzi's face in earnest.
"That's right, you filthy little slut," she growled, her voice thick with lust.
"Take that cock down your throat like a good little whore." She grabbed Chris's hips, her nails digging into his flesh as she guided him, her strength surprising for her petite size. She forced him to fuck Conzi's face with brutal, punishing strokes, his balls slapping against her chin with each thrust.
Conzi gagged and choked, her eyes watering as she fought to breathe, but she took it all, her throat constricting around Chris's shaft. She was a mess, her face covered in spit and pre-cum, her nose running, but she didn't care.
All she wanted was to please her Mistresses, to be used like this. She could feel Chris's cock hitting the back of her throat, his balls slapping against her chin with each punishing stroke. She felt like a filthy little cocksleeve, a worthless piece of meat to be used and abused.
"Fuck yes, you little slut," Lucia growled, her voice thick with lust. "Take that cock down your throat like a good little whore.
Show us how much you love being used like this," Lucia commanded, her voice thick with desire as she watched Conzi take Chris's cock deeper into her mouth. She could feel the heat of their bodies, the sweat and spit mingling as Chris fucked Conzi's face with brutal force.
Conzi gagged and choked, her body convulsing as she struggled to take Chris's monster cock. Tears streamed down her face, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. She wanted to prove to her Mistresses that she was worthy of their touch, their attention.
She wanted to show them how much she craved their approval, their pleasure. She wanted to be their good little slut, their filthy little whore.
Lucia leaned back against the couch, her eyes never leaving the obscene display in front of her.
"Fuck yes, that's what I like to see," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Conzi, you're such a good little cocksleeve, aren't you? You're going to take every fucking inch of his cock, aren't you?
You're going to make him come down your throat while you choke on his big fucking dick."
Lucia's words spurred Conzi on, her gag reflex triggered again as Chris thrust deeper into her throat. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, her body tensing as she struggled to breathe. She didn't pull back. Instead, she relaxed her throat, forcing herself to take more of him.
Chris groaned, his hips moving faster, his grip on Conzi's hair tightening as he started to fuck her face in earnest. "Fuck, yeah, you little slut.
You're going to swallow every last fucking drop of his cum," Lucia growled, her voice thick with desire as she watched Conzi's throat constrict around Chris's cock. "You're going to be a good little cumdumpster for us, aren't you?"
Chris groaned, his hips moving faster as he started to fuck Conzi's face with brutal force.
He could feel her throat tighten around his cock, her body convulsing as she struggled to breathe. "Fuck, yeah, you little slut," he growled. "You're going to take every fucking inch of this cock, aren't you?"
Conzi gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't pull back. She nodded, her body trembling as she tried to take more of him.
"That's it, whore," Lucia purred, her voice thick with lust.
"Take it all. Let him fill that pretty little throat of yours."
Conzi gagged and choked as Chris's cock plunged deeper, his balls slapping against her chin. She could feel his cock swelling, could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum on her tongue. She relaxed her throat as much as she could, taking him deeper, feeling his cock hit the back of her throat with every punishing thrust.
Chris grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock throbbing in Conzi's throat. "Fuck, yes, you little slut." He groaned, his grip on her hair tightening.
You're going to take every last fucking drop down your throat. You're going to swallow it all like a good little whore."
Conzi's body shook with the effort of holding back her own orgasm, her pussy aching with need. She could feel Chris's cock throbbing in her throat, the pre-cum leaking like a fucking faucet. She gagged and choked around him, her tears mixing with the spit and cum, dripping down her chin.
Lucia could see her throat working, swallowing the length of Chris's cock as he thrust down her throat. She knew Conzi was desperate to come, but she couldn’t, not until she had pleased all of them.
"That's right, you little slut," Lucia purred, her voice dripping with cruelty. "Take that cock down your throat. Show us how much you love being used like this."
Conzi's eyes watered as she tried to breathe, her body shaking with the effort of holding back her orgasm. She could feel the heat of Chris's body against her face, his balls slapping against her chin with each brutal thrust.
The sensation was overwhelming, her senses flooded with the taste and smell of sex, the sound of her own gagging and the obscene squelching of Chris's cock in her throat.
Lucia's eyes were locked onto Conzi's, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "That's right, little slut. Take that cock like a good little whore. Show us what a pathetic, worthless cumdumpster you are."
Conzi moaned around Chris's cock, the sound muffled and desperate. She could feel her own orgasm building, her pussy throbbing in time with the brutal thrusts of Chris's cock.
She wanted to come, needed to come, but she knew she couldn't. Not yet. Not until she had made all of them come first.
Lucia leaned down, her lips brushing against Conzi's ear. "You're doing so well, my little slut," she purred. "But don't you dare come. Not until I tell you to."
Conzi nodded, her breath hitching as she tried to hold back her orgasm.
"Now, Evana," Lucia said, turning to face the other woman. "It's your turn.
Make Nat come on your face," Lucia ordered Evana, her voice thick with lust.
Evana smiled cruelly and moved behind Nat, who was still on her knees, her eyes downcast.
Evana bent down, her fingers tracing the lines of Nat's body, her breath hot on Nat's skin.
"Spread your legs wider, bitch," Evana commanded, her voice a low growl.
Nat complied immediately, her legs trembling as she widened her stance, her pussy on full display.
Evana smirked, her eyes locked onto Nat's cunt.
"You're such a pathetic little slut, aren't you?" she purred, her voice laced with cruelty. "You want this pussy licked, don't you? You want to feel my tongue against your cunt, don't you, bitch?"
Nat nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she waited for Evana's touch. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, lick my pussy. Make me come."
Evana chuckled, a low, wicked sound that sent shivers down Nat's spine.
"Beg for it, you little whore. I want to hear you beg for my touch."
Nat's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please, Mistress Evana," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. Make me come on your face."
A cruel smile spread across Evana's face as she sank to her knees behind Nat. She grabbed Nat's hips, her nails digging into her flesh as she pulled her closer. She could see the glistening wetness of Nat's pussy, her lower lips swollen and ready.
She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the length of Nat's slit, tasting her musky scent and the tang of her arousal. Nat moaned, her hips pushing back against Evana's face, desperate for more.
Evana chuckled, the vibration sending shivers through Nat's body. "Pathetic little slut," she taunted, her voice muffled against Nat's pussy. "You want more, don't you? You want to feel my tongue fucking your cunt, don't you, bitch?"
Nat nodded frantically, her hips moving in time with Evana's words.
Please, make me feel it.
Evana grinned wickedly, her tongue darting out to flick against Nat's clit. Nat gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her. She was panting, her body trembling with need as Evana's tongue began to explore her cunt in earnest.
Evana sucked and licked at Nat's flesh, her hands gripping her hips tight enough to leave bruises. She could taste Nat's arousal, could feel her body shake and quiver beneath her.
She wanted to make her come, but not yet. She wanted to make her beg for it.
"Please, Mistress," Nat begged, her voice a desperate whimper.
"Make me come. Please, I need to feel your tongue inside me."
Evana laughed, the sound low and wicked. "Begging already, are we? That's not how this works, slut. You'll come when I say you can. But for now, you'll take what I give you."
With that, she plunged her tongue deep into Nat's cunt, fucking her with long, deliberate strokes.
Nat gasped and bucked against her, her hands gripping the carpet for support. Evana could feel her body tense, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared the edge. But Evana wasn't ready to let her come yet. She pulled her tongue out, leaving Nat whimpering and begging.
"Please, Mistress," Nat gasped, her voice desperate. "Please, I need to come. I can't take it anymore."
Evana laughed, a low, cruel sound that sent shivers down Nat's spine. "Oh, you'll come, pet. But first, you'll take my fingers.
You'll suck them clean after they've been buried deep in your cunt." Evana's tongue snaked out again, lapping at Nat's clit, drawing a gasp from deep within her.
Lucia and Annika exchanged a look, each eager to see how far Evana would push Nat.
"That's it, you filthy little slut," Evana taunted, her voice a low growl as she spread Nat's ass cheeks with her hands. "You want it bad, don't you?
This filthy, depraved part of you wants to feel my fingers inside you, wants to taste your own pussy on my hands," Evana said, her voice a sultry purr as she slipped two fingers into Nat's pussy, curling them up to rub against her G-spot.
Nat moaned loudly, her hips pressing back against Evana's hand, desperate for more. "Yes, Mistress," she begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "Please, let me taste myself on your fingers."
Evana smirked, her fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm as she fucked Nat with her hand.
"You want to taste your own cum on my fingers, don't you, slut?"
Nat nodded frantically, her body trembling with need. Let me taste myself on your fingers."
Evana chuckled, a low, wicked sound. "Not yet, you filthy little cunt. You're going to take my fingers deeper first. You're going to feel them buried inside your cunt, stretching you wide open before you get to taste that sweet, filthy cum."
Nat whimpered, her body shaking as Evana added a third finger, stretching her further.
"Please, Mistress," she begged, her voice ragged. I can't take much more."
Evana's chuckle was dark and wicked. "Oh, you'll take it, slut. You'll take it all and then some." She fingered Nat hard, her thumb rubbing circles around Nat's clit.
Nat's breath hitched, her body tensing as she rode the edge of orgasm. She could feel the pressure building, her muscles tightening as she fought to hold back her release. I need it so badly."
Evana smiled wickedly, her fingers still pounding into Nat's pussy. "Not yet, my little slut. You're not ready. You need to take more of my fingers first. You need to be stretched wide open before I let you come."
She added a fourth finger, her hand now filling Nat's cunt completely.
Nat groaned, her body shaking as she struggled to take more.
Evana smiled cruelly, her fingers moving faster, harder. "You can take it, slut. You'll take every fucking inch of my hand before I let you come."
Nat's body convulsed as Evana's fingers hit her G-spot repeatedly, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her body shaking as she neared the edge.
"Please, Mistress, please let me come.
Evana laughed, her fingers still fucking Nat with brutal force. "How pathetic. Begging for your release like a little bitch. You're not ready yet, slut. You need to take more, to feel more before I'll let you come."
Nat's body convulsed, her hips bucking against Evana's hand as she struggled to take more. "I need to come. I need to feel you inside me." Nat's plea was a desperate, whimpering moan, her body writhing as Evana's fingers pounded into her. The room was filled with the wet, slapping sounds of Evana's hand fucking Nat's pussy, mixed with the sound of Conzi gagging and choking around Chris's cock.
"That's it, you little slut," Evana taunted, her voice a low growl. "You want to feel my hand inside you, don't you?
You want to feel every inch of my fucking hand stretch you wide open?" Evana taunted, her fingers still plunging in and out of Nat's pussy with brutal force.
Nat nodded frantically, her body shaking as Evana's hand continued to pound into her. Please, I need it. I need to feel you fill me up."
Evana grinned wickedly, her fingers moving even faster, harder. "Not yet, you pathetic little cunt.
I want to see you really suffer first." Evana's fingers continued their brutal assault on Nat's pussy, stretching her wider than she'd ever been before. Nat was a mess of sweat and tears, her body convulsing with each brutal thrust of Evana's hand.
"Mistress, please," Nat begged, her words barely audible through her gasps for breath. "I can't take much more.
Evana chuckled darkly, her fingers never slowing down. "Oh, you'll take more, you little slut.
You'll take it all and then some," Evana growled, her fingers pistoning in and out of Nat's pussy with savage force. "You'll take every fucking inch of my hand before I let you come."
Nat's body shuddered and convulsed as Evana's hand thrust deeper, the sound of their flesh slapping together filling the room. The sight of Nat being stretched wide open, her body trembling with the effort to take more, was enough to make Lucia and Annika wet. They both moved closer, their eyes locked onto the obscene display in front of them.
Lucia let out a low moan, her hand sliding down to her own pussy, her fingers rubbing against her clit through the thin fabric of her robe.
"Oh, fuck, she's taking it all," Lucia groaned, her voice thick with lust. "Look at that pathetic little slut, stretched wide open and begging for more."
Annika moved to stand behind Lucia, her hands gripping Lucia's hips as she ground her crotch against her ass.
"Look at them, Lucia," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Look at Nat and Conzi, both getting fucked like the pathetic little whores they are. It's fucking hot, isn't it?" "Fuck, look at that poor little bitch," Annika growled, her voice thick with lust as she watched Evana destroy Nat's pussy. "She's taking that hand like a fucking champ."
Lucia moaned, her hips moving against Annika's hand, her own pussy throbbing with need. "She's such a good little slut, isn't she?" Lucia purred, her voice laced with cruelty as she watched Conzi choke on Chris's cock. "Look at her take that cock, all the way down her throat.
She's gagging and choking, but she's still taking it like a good little slut," Annika whispered in Lucia's ear, her breath hot against Lucia's neck.
Lucia nodded, her eyes locked onto the obscene display in front of her. "She's such a good little cockslut, isn't she?"
Annika grinned, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Her throat is so fucking tight around his cock. You can see the veins in his shaft stand out as he fucks her face."
Lucia let out a low moan, her hand moving faster against her own pussy.
"Fuck, look at them," she gasped, her eyes flicking between Conzi and Nat. "They're both fucking pathetic, taking every inch of cock and hand like the little sluts they are."
Annika chuckled, her voice a low purr. "They are, aren't they? They're both such filthy little whores, desperate to please us."
Lucia nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Fuck, I wish we could swap them.
I want to see Nat get her face fucked by Chris while Conzi takes Evana's hand."
Annika smiled wickedly. "Maybe next time.
For now, let's see how much more these little sluts can take before they break," Annika suggested, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. She pushed Lucia forward, guiding her towards Sophia, who was kneeling on the floor, her eyes cast downward.
"Suck my fucking pussy, whore," Annika demanded, her voice a low growl.
Sophia complied immediately, her tongue darting out to lick at Annika's clit, her eyes locked onto hers. She knew better than to make Annika wait.
She dove in, her tongue lapping at Annika's cunt, tasting her musky scent, her arousal coating her tongue. Annika's hands gripped her hair, her nails digging into Sophia's scalp as she ground her pussy against Sophia's face. "That's right, you filthy little cunt," Annika growled, her voice thick with lust. "Lick my fucking pussy like the good little slut you are."
Sophia moaned around Annika's cunt, her tongue swirling around her clit, her nose buried in her folds.
She could feel Annika's body tense, her hips pushing harder against Sophia's face. Annika's hands fisted in Sophia's hair, her breaths coming in short gasps. "That's it, you fucking slut," Annika growled. "Eat my pussy like the good little cunt you are. Show me how much you love serving me."
Sophia whimpered, her throat bobbing as she took Annika's commands. She felt her own pussy aching, her clit throbbing with need. She wanted to be used, to be treated like the filthy little whore she was.
She wanted to feel Annika's orgasm explode in her mouth, to taste her mistress's sweet, bitter juices coating her tongue.
Sophia moaned, her eyes watering as she took Annika's fingers deeper into her throat. Annika groaned, her grip on Sophia's hair tightening as she felt her pussy clench around Sophia's tongue.
"Fuck, Sophia," Annika gasped, her voice ragged with lust. "Your mouth feels so fucking good.
Suck harder, whore," Annika demanded, her voice thick with desire as she ground her pussy against Sophia's face. Her fingers tangled in Sophia's hair, pulling her closer, forcing her to take more of her.
Sophia whimpered, her eyes watering as she tried to comply, her tongue working faster, her nose buried deeper in Annika's pussy. She could feel the heat of her mistress's body, the taste of her arousal coating her tongue. She wanted to please her, to make her come hard.
She knew the signs, could feel the tension in Annika's body as she pushed her harder, her hips moving faster against Sophia's face. She could feel the warmth of Annika's pussy radiating against her skin, the scent of her arousal filling her nostrils. She buried her nose deeper, her tongue fucking her like a cock, her own clit throbbing with need.
"That's right, you fucking slut," Annika growled, her voice thick with lust. "Take my fucking pussy like the good little whore you are.
Show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do," Annika demanded, her voice dripping with cruelty as she forced Sophia's head deeper into her cunt.
Sophia gagged and choked on Annika's pussy, her nostrils flaring as she tried to breathe through her nose. She could feel the walls of Annika's pussy clenching around her tongue, could taste the tang of her arousal coating her mouth. She tried to relax her throat, to take more of her mistress, but Annika had other plans.
She yanked Sophia's head back, her pussy leaving a wet trail on Sophia's face.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Annika snarled, her voice thick with cruelty. She slapped Sophia hard across the face, the sound resonating through the room. "You didn't come yet, did you, you little slut?"
Sophia whimpered, her face stinging from the slap. "No, Mistress, I didn't," she replied, her voice barely audible.
Annika smirked, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Good.
Because I'm not done with you yet. Get back on your knees and open that filthy little mouth of yours," Annika commanded, her voice a low growl.
Sophia complied immediately, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She knew what was coming, and she both craved and dreaded it in equal measure.
Annika moved to stand in front of Sophia, her pussy still glistening with arousal. She gripped Sophia's hair, forcing her head back and her mouth open wider. "Look at that pretty little tongue of yours," Annika taunted, her voice thick with lust.
"You know what to do, don't you, slut?" She pressed the tip of her boot against Sophia's lower lip, forcing her mouth open wider. "Stick that fucking tongue out and show me how much you want to lick my dirty boots."
Sophia whimpered, her tongue darting out to lick the toe of Annika's boot, her eyes locked onto her mistress's. She could taste the dirt and sweat on the leather, could smell the pungent scent of her mistress's arousal mixing with it. She wanted to please her, to show her how much she craved her attention, her dominance.
She stuck her tongue out further, her eyes watering as she tried to lick every inch of her mistress's boot.
Annika chuckled, a low, wicked sound that sent shivers down Sophia's spine. "That's right, you little slut," she purred, her voice laced with cruelty. "Lick them clean.
Sophia moaned and obliged, her tongue licking the length of Annika's boot, tasting the dirty leather mixed with her mistress's scent. She could feel Annika's eyes on her, watching her every move, judging her.
She was trembling, her body coated in a thin sheen of sweat, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew Annika could smell her fear, her arousal, her desperation. She knew her Mistress could see the way her body shook, the way her nipples hardened, the way her pussy ached. She knew Annika could see how much she wanted this, how much she craved it.
Annika smirked, her eyes never leaving Sophia's face as she slowly unlaced her boots. "You want this, don't you, you filthy little slut?" she taunted, her voice low and dangerous.
"You want to taste the sweat and the dirt on my boots, don't you?"
Sophia nodded eagerly, her tongue licking the length of Annika's boot, tasting the mingled scents of leather, sweat, and dirt. She moaned, the sound muffled against the boot, as she took in the filthy taste.
Annika chuckled, a dark sound filled with amusement and cruelty. "Good girl," she praised, her fingers tangling in Sophia's hair, pulling her head back. "Now, open your mouth wider.
I want to see that pretty little throat of yours gagging on my fucking boot," Annika growled, her voice thick with lust.
Sophia obeyed, her mouth stretching wide, her jaw aching with the effort. She felt the toe of Annika's boot press against her tongue, forcing her mouth open even wider. She could barely breathe, her nose pressed against the cool leather, her eyes watering from the strain.
"Now, lick it like a good little cunt," Annika commanded, her voice a low, cruel purr.
Slowly, she pushed the heel of her boot into Sophia's mouth, stretching her jaw impossibly wide.
Sophia's eyes watered as she took the boot, her tongue lapping at the filthy leather. She could taste the mix of sweat and dirt on the boot, the salty, musky scent of her mistress filling her nostrils. She gagged as Annika's boot slipped deeper into her throat, her body convulsing as she struggled to breathe.
"That's right, you filthy little slut," Annika praised, her voice thick with lust.
"Gag on that fucking boot like the pathetic little whore you are. Show me how much you love being used like this."
Annika pushed the boot deeper, the leather creaking as it stretched Sophia's jaw wide open. Sophia gagged and choked, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe. She could feel the heel of the boot pressing against the back of her throat, her nose squished against the shaft of Annika's leg.
"Fuck, look at her," Lucia moaned, her eyes locked onto the obscene display in front of her. "She's taking that boot like a fucking pro.
Look at her gag and choke on that dirty fucking leather," Lucia purred, her voice thick with lust as she watched Sophia struggle to breathe.
Annika smirked, her eyes never leaving Sophia's face as she pushed the boot deeper into her throat. "She's such a filthy little cunt, isn't she? Always eager to please me, to show me how much she loves being my personal fucktoy," Annika taunted, her voice dripping with cruelty.
Sophia's body convulsed, her eyes watering as she struggled to take more of the boot.
She could feel the rough leather against her throat, the taste of sweat and dirt filling her mouth. She gagged again, her body shaking as she fought to breathe around the intrusion.
"Fuck, look at that pathetic little slut," Lucia gasped, her hand gripping her own breast tightly as she watched Sophia choke on Annika's boot. "She's taking it all, just like a good little whore should."
Conzi and Nat, still servicing Chris and Evana, looked up at the spectacle, their bodies aching with need, their mouths watering at the sight of Sophia's debasement.
Chris's cock twitched in Conzi's throat, the sight of Sophia gagging on Annika's boot driving him wild.
"Enough," Annika growled, pulling Sophia off her boot with a harsh yank on her hair. Sophia coughed and gasped, her body convulsing as she sucked in much-needed air.
"Get on the floor, you little slut," Annika commanded, pushing Sophia down onto all fours.
"Arch your back, whore. Show me that pretty little pussy of yours." She knew what was coming, could feel the heat of Annika's gaze on her exposed flesh. She arched her back, presenting her pussy to her mistress like a good little whore.
Annika smirked, her eyes gleaming with cruelty as she stared at Sophia's glistening cunt. "You want it, don't you, you filthy little slut?" she taunted, her voice thick with lust.
"You want to feel my boot against that pussy of yours, don't you? You want to feel the pressure, the pain, the pleasure. You want to come with my boot pressed against your cunt, don't you?"
Sophia whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. Please, I want it. I need it."
Annika's lips curled into a cruel smile as she began to circle Sophia like a predator. She could see the fear and anticipation in Sophia's eyes, could smell her arousal filling the room.
Annika smiled wickedly, her eyes never leaving Sophia's cunt. "Good girl," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "You're going to take my boot, just like a good little whore. You're going to feel the pressure of my boot against your pussy, feel it press against your clit, feel it push into your cunt. You're going to come for me, aren't you, Sophia?"
Sophia nodded frantically, her breath coming in short gasps. I want to come for you.
Annika's smile widened, and she stepped closer to Sophia, her hand reaching down to grip Sophia's hair, pulling her head back. "Beg for it, you little slut. Beg me to let you come while I press my boot into your cunt."
Sophia's eyes watered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to find the words. "Please, Mistress. Please let me come. I need to feel your boot against my pussy.
I need to come for you, please, Mistress."
Annika's smile widened, and she could feel Sophia's desperation radiating off her. She loved how much her little slut craved her touch, her domination. She pushed Sophia's head down, forcing her face into the carpet.
"Ass up, you filthy bitch," Annika commanded, and Sophia quickly complied, arching her back and presenting her pussy and ass to her mistress.
Annika lifted her boot, the sole of it streaked with spit and dirt from Sophia's mouth, and pressed it firmly against Sophia's pussy.
The leather of the boot was cold and rough against Sophia's hot, wet cunt, and she gasped at the sudden, intense pressure. "Fuck, that's it," Annika growled, her voice thick with lust as she saw Sophia's pussy lips spread wide around the heel of her boot. She could see the glistening wetness of Sophia's arousal coating the leather, and she knew that her slut was loving every second of this degrading treatment.
"You like that, don't you, you filthy little cunt?" Annika taunted, her voice a low, cruel purr.
"You like having my boot shoved up your fucking cunt, don't you? You filthy little whore."
Sophia moaned, her body shaking with the effort to hold back her orgasm. "Yes, Mistress," she begged, her voice a desperate, whimpering moan. "Please, make me come. I need to feel your boot inside me."
Annika's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she looked down at Sophia's pussy, stretched wide around the heel of her boot. "Fuck yes, you little slut," she growled, her voice thick with lust. "You're going to come on my fucking boot.
You're going to come all over this dirty, filthy leather, and you're going to lick it clean afterwards. You're going to beg for more, you filthy little cunt," Annika growled, her voice thick with lust and cruelty.
Sophia moaned, her body shaking with need. "Yes, Mistress, please. I'll do anything you want. Just please, let me come."
Annika's hand tightened in Sophia's hair, pulling her head back even further. "That's right, you little slut. You'll do anything I want. You'll beg for it, won't you?
You'll beg to taste your own filth on my boot." She spit on the toe of her boot, the phlegm mingling with the sweat and dirt. "Lick it off, you fucking whore. Taste your own filth and beg for more."
Sophia obeyed, her tongue flicking out to lap at the spit, her eyes locked onto Annika's. She could taste the tangy saltiness of her own spit mixed with the dirt and sweat of her mistress's boot, and it drove her wild. She wanted more. She needed more.
She wanted to be used, to be filled, to be degraded. She craved the pain, the pleasure, the humiliation that came with being used like a filthy little toy. She licked the boot clean, her tongue swirling around the toe, tasting the salty tang of her own spit mixed with the dirt and sweat of her mistress's boot.
Annika smirked, her eyes gleaming with cruel pleasure as she watched Sophia's tongue flick out to lick the toe of her boot. "That's right, you fucking slut," she taunted, her voice a low growl. "Lick it clean.
Every fucking inch of it, you filthy bitch," Annika growled, her voice thick with lust and cruelty. "Then I want you to turn around and present that fucking ass of yours to me. I'm going to fill your cunt with my boot, and then I'm going to fuck that ass while you lick the cum off my fucking shoe."
Sophia's breath hitched, her body shaking with need and fear. But she obeyed, her tongue swirling around the toe of Annika's boot, tasting every inch of it, cleaning it with desperate fervor.
Annika's grip on her hair tightened, pulling a gasp from Sophia's throat.
"Good girl," Annika purred, her voice thick with lust and approval. "Now turn around and present that filthy ass to me. I want to see that pretty little hole of yours winking at me."
Sophia complied, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. She presented her ass to Annika, her cheeks spread wide, her pussy still dripping with arousal.
Annika's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she looked down at Sophia's exposed flesh.
She moved closer, her fingers trailing down Sophia's spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She could feel the heat radiating off Sophia's skin, could smell the musky scent of her arousal filling the room.
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