"So darling what do you want first?" asked the redhead. "I want her back hole with this, beloved!" You couldn't move or respond but you could see what she was holding. It was about a foot long (30 cms) and around 6 inches (15 cms) wide. The redhead commanded you to attach it to her. "And do it quick, s***! And address me as Mistress Paige!" "Yes, Mistress Paige!" you replied, hating this McGowan lookalike. The whole Charmed thing was really irritating. As you put the strap around Mistress Paige, you yelped as the raven haired girl whacked your bare bottom. "Faster! Ugh! Hurry, w****!" demanded Mistress Paige.
Such was the size of the devices that Mistress Paige had to spread her legs wide. If you could, you would have played with her globes. Instead, she would play with yours. You keep wailing as the other woman punished your firm seat. Finally, you were able to get Mistress Paige installed. "Suck me off, you worthless b****!" demanded Mistress Paige, pulling you towards her rod. To your disgust, you opened your mouth tasting the foul tasting device. You remembered this taste and to your revulsion, it was the same as your first night as a woman of the dark night. "Oh yeah, she likes the deep throat! Don't you, you filthy, trashy bimbo!" she cried as you felt like crying.
The drumming of your increasingly sore derrière continued unabated. You wanted this to stop so much. How could these girls be so unfeeling like you were a sex toy or a piece of meat? "Can't wait to tickle this toy! Do you think we should use toothbrushes or dusters on it?" proposed the spanker. "Oh, there we go! Yes, beloved!" responded the redhead. That really hurt to be described that way. "Finally!" gasped Mistress Paige as she exploded in your mouth. The raven haired pulled you off as the rod began vibrating. "Keep your teeth, cheesecake! We might have use for them later! Now its my turn!" she commanded. You obey, then scream as Mistress Paige enters your back entrance. "Don't c**, thing! You better not explode!" she orders. You feel yourself entered deep as she pulls on your areolas. You whimper as you struggle to get the device on.
Paige insults you as she begins driving and pulls harder on your female body. You begin really moaning. "Focus, you pathetic c*** swallower! Put it on your Mistress Shannon, you gutless cowardly worm!" ordered Mistress Shannon. Tears began falling down your face as you moan heavily. Unlikely with those you were with the first time, this regrettably was starting to feel really nice. Like a missing piece if you was being filled. How your new body could handle such a monster banging itself deep inside your back cavity was surprising and extremely perplexing. You were dragged back to the job at hand despite your head and eyes rolling back. You tried to ignore the yearning need, pulsating through your core.
"Should I punish it for taking so long? By scratching it's ribs?" proposed Paige. "After my hand and blow job!" answered Shannon. You felt such deep sense of shame. You hated feeling so cheap, so worthless. You didn't deserve this. "Or do I? I treated women this way, maybe I deserve this!" a horrible voice suggested to you in your head. It sounded like your old voice, your lost male voice. You managed to contain your trembling enough to attach the strap on to Shannon. "Get moving, pleasure button!" demanded Shannon. You feel like throwing up, but obediently get to work. You feel like your throat is being scarred by the deep throat as the slimy sensations sickens your tender appendages.
"How could women be straight when guys feel so gross?" you pondered, struggling to keep my mind together as you are pounded harder and harder from behind. You almost choke as the speed increases and the pressure grows. Shannon explodes quickly and you are yanked again, this time by Paige. Shannon wastes no time to drill your front opening. The tag teams begins when hands begin exploring your skin. The uneven speed of fingers and long drilling rods become overwhelming. Sweat flows off your body as you begin to feel weary. Your core is melting like a reactor, but still the avalanche refuses to come down. You are now roaring as Shannon begins pawinv at your chest.
"Tickle it!" declared Paige as buzzing sounds enter your ear drums. Your arousal both grows and represses as cruel torture items are inserting under your tender arms and across your belly and ribs. "Was it no bad enough I want to orgasm from being spit roast, now I want to pee from the tickling of my armpits and my ribs?" you wonder as they continued. "This toy craves it! Look how the stupid nympho doesn't know which way to turn! Oh God, I am almost there Paige, baby!" "Third time, baby! Third time!" cried Paige as she stepped up the speed. You lose the ability to think. Everything feels so frustrating. You are inches, millimetres even from climaxing. But the tickling both switches on and off your engine. And how torturous does the tickling feel?
These girls were masters of driving you insane. To make matters worse, a growing irritation sensation was taking you. "YES! I'm c******!" "ME TOO!" Both girls filled your body with liquid. To your horror, they stopped pounding and exited you. This however did not stop the tickling as Paige moved from the ribs to the feet. "This itching powder works great! How submissive is this thing? It's awesome!" declared Shannon. "I can't wait for it to suck our toes! And it will clean us well! I wonder if we got it pregnant?" pondered Paige. "Doubtfully, it likes being such a nymphette, it probably took efforts to make sure no-one could do it!" remarked Shannon. You wanted to die. The ordeal was suffering beyond your ability to cope. But that wouldn't stop it!
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