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"I bet you enjoyed that," she said softly to me as she settled back down on her heels. Despite the second-hand cum swimming around in my mouth, her scent and kiss was causing an uncomfortable stirring in my chastity. "Go ahead and swallow my little gift to you." Following orders, I let his wad laced with her saliva slide down my throat. I wasn't sure if that made it any better or far worse.
I guess you could call that the highlight of my evening. The rest of it was filled with sucking, fucking, or being whipped, shocked, or other forms of harassment at the amusement of other. I had no real means of telling time, but I imagined their little party lasted well into the early hours of that Sunday morning.
"You look exhausted, sweetie," I heard Katie say. The music downstairs had halted and my house had mostly gone silent. My dreary eyes looked up to see both my mistresses standing before me. They too looked exhausted; though theirs more alcohol driven than anything else I assumed.
"Pl...please le...let me down," I said in a horse tone.
"But you look so comfy," Christy joked; snickering a drunken laugh.
"Don't worry, Dafni. We're here to let you down. How else are you going to get an early start on cleaning this place up. We'll definitely be sleeping in," Katie told me.
The two girls helped me get out of the swing, not very nimbly mind you, and then ordered me to my room. The mess I encountered along the way was quite extensive to say the least. It would make for a full day to get my place back in order. My brain and my body ached far too much for me to even worry about it. What was done was done. I didn't even bother to clean up my pussy even though I could feel the remnants of cum seeping out of me and down my legs. It was a sick reminder of just how far I'd fallen.
Down in my room, I didn't even bother to peel off the tight, rubber outfit that was adequately covered in dried up cum. I simply collapsed on the bed and fell asleep before my head hit my pancaked pillow. If there was any silver lining, it was that the girls' control over me would be coming to an end tomorrow afternoon. There would be no more parties, or friends to please, or strapons to satisfy. Things would get back to normal. However, that normal that I've come to know all too well wouldn't be much better.
To be continued....
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agoAt what point does this idiot fight back? It just doesn't make any sense, the smoking sweathog is away and he could be using every spare second collecting tools, weapons, drugs and gather Intel to retaliate.
Whackdoodle3 months agoYou don’t want her to be wearing a tight fitting rubber suit too long.
I read of how one guy ended up dying because the rubber insulated too much heat and cooked his brain.
Which is fine if you want her dead. It would be a nice change from the usual bullshit blackmail crap that passes for entertainment. Actual consequences? A very panicked bunch of criminals who suddenly have to deal with a dead body and the potential legal fallout from rape, blackmail, restraint and manslaughter?
Honestly, I would read that story.
