Trigger warning
The following post really isn't for everyone, it contains scenes of sexual assault, degradation, nonconsensual drugging, and enslavement. If you're not in the right space for this place don't read.
Slave sat in the back of the limo. Staring at a handsome man in a tailored suit. She sat there smiling, her hair and makeup were perfect. They could have been going to a film premiere if it wasn't for the fact that she was completely naked apart from a heavy steel collar.
A few weeks ago, she was a free woman; she had a name then, but she couldn’t remember it now, back before her boyfriend had sold her to Michelle, the man she now willingly accompanied, the man she called master.
It had taken just 8 weeks to transform her from a shy, quiet girl savouring herself for marriage into a permanently naked slut craving submission and humiliation.
Michelle first stripped her physically. He cut every stitch of clothing from her trembling body with surgical scissors as she sobbed and begged. "Please, sir, no!" But he only chuckled, forcing her to watch in his gilded bedroom mirror as he exposed every intimate inch of her. Then came the collar. Cold steel clicked shut around her throat while he whispered that she was now property. That first night, he didn't touch her sexually at all. Instead, he made her crawl naked on all fours behind him as he drank brandy, occasionally spanking her bare ass with a leather crop until it bloomed crimson whenever she failed to address him as "Master". The degradation was deliberate. He denied her even basic dignity by forcing her to lap water from a bowl on the floor like a dog, her tears mixing with the liquid as she drank.
The limousine slowed before the wrought iron gates of the auction mansion. Slave felt her pulse flutter not with fear, but anticipation. Whereas once she had considered a knee-length skirt racy, she was now about to walk willingly naked into an auction house to be sold off like a piece of meat. Michelle adjusted his cufflinks, his suit fabric whispering against the leather seats. "Remember your training," he murmured, fingers briefly caressing her steel collar. She pressed her naked thighs together, arousal slicking her skin as she recalled every delicious degradation that led here. Outside loomed stone arches draped in velvet, torches spitting orange light onto the gravel drive. As their door opened, humid night air wrapped around slave like a lover’s breath, carrying distant murmurs and the scent of expensive perfume mingled with musk. She kept her eyes lowered demurely, her practised smile flawless. Tonight, she’d make Master proud.
Michelle observed her composure, a flicker of dark pride warming his chest. Christ, remembered her first night, the trembling virgin bound face-up, begins him not to do this. The way her heels futilely scrabbled against silk sheets as he pinned her hips, the choked sob when he thrust inside her cunt. Now? Now she’d crawl over broken glass just to swallow him whole, whining prettily for permission to taste his cume or piss. She sat under his desk well, and he worked with his cock in her mouth, just keeping it warm. That memory alone made his cock twitch against fine wool trousers.
Slaves’ naked heels crunched gravel as they stepped into the grand hall. The air thickened instantly, a cocktail of expensive cigars, spilt champagne, and something muskier, deeper: the tang of sweat-slicked skin mixed with arousal. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light over marble floors where polished shoes mingled with bare feet, collars gleaming like grim jewellery. To their left, a marble fountain burbled pink-tinted water; beneath its basin, a collared woman knelt submerged to her shoulders, tongue lapping at droplets falling from a laughing nobleman’s glass. Slave’s breath hitched; the sight ignited phantom bruises on her own submerged thighs.
Michelle’s gaze swept the crowd like a predator scenting territory. Near a velvet-draped alcove, he spotted *them*: Lysander, trained just two months prior, now blindfolded and bent over a chaise longue, his muscular back arching sharply as his owner’s cane cracked down rhythmically. Lysander’s low groan echoed through Slave’s bones, not pain, but ecstasy. Master had curated that response himself: endless floggings until Lysander wept openly when denied beatings. Beside him, Delilah knelt upright, her tit's being used as an ashtray. Michelle remembered snatching her off the street for those perfect tits.
The spectacle thickened: a silk-robed aristocrat trailed by three nude women, golden leashes connecting their pierced nipples; a woman laughing as her collared attendant licked caviar from her toes. Everywhere Slave looked, bodies glistened under chandeliers, bound, gagged, flaunted. She inhaled musk and champagne, her pulse drumming against the steel at her throat.
That's when Michelle spotted Crowela near a Venetian mirror draped in black orchids. His rival stood like a poison-tipped arrow in a sheath of crimson silk, her smirk sharp enough to draw blood. Flanking her were twins, male and female, near identical, lean musculature and vacant obedience save for the blinding gleam of their golden chastity devices etched with intricate filigree Crowelas' signature. The woman’s nipples were pierced with gold rings; the man’s collar chaind seamlessly to his cage. Crowela ran a gloved finger along the male’s jaw. "Poor Michelle," she purred, her voice silk over ice. "Still peddling fresh clay when mine are... polished porcelain.”
Still, this one has potential if someone like me were to finish its training. Crowela’s gaze slid over Slave’s naked body, lingered on the faint whip marks striping her thighs, the way her nipples tightened under scrutiny. "But perhaps this piece isn't entirely... crude." Her gloved hand hovered near Slave’s collarbone. "A private viewing, Michelle? I’d like to... appreciate the details." Behind her, the male twin’s golden cage strained visibly. Slave kept her eyes lowered, breath shallow but excited. *Let her look*, she thought. *Let her see what Master made.*
Crowela’s private salon smelled of bitter almonds and leather, windowless, lit only by flickering sconces. Slave obeyed the silent snap of Crowela’s fingers instantly: arms flung wide, legs braced apart like a starfish pinned to a velvet carpet. Crowela circled her, fingers cold through her gloves as they traced Slave’s jaw. "Open." Slave obeyed, tongue extended submissively just as Master taught. Crowela examined her teeth like a mare at auction, then gripped her chin. "Turn. Slowly." Humiliation burned Slave’s cheeks as Crowela inspected her shoulders and traced the curve of her spine. Digits dug between Slave’s ass cheeks, spreading them ruthlessly. A gasp escaped Slave’s lips as Crowela prodded her puckered entrance. "Untouched here," Crowela murmured approvingly. "Good." Her hands slid down to cup Slave’s breasts, pinching each nipple hard until Slave whimpered. "Sensitive. Filthy little slut.”
A sharp nod at the twins. They flowed silently toward an ebony sideboard, pouring champagne into crystal flutes. Crowela’s crimson gown slithered to the floor with a whisper, pooling around her ankles. Beneath, she was naked save for a gold necklace and the twins' chastity keys glinting as they hung from it. She settled into a wingback chair upholstered in scarlet python skin, her slim legs wide. "Show me what Michelle’s mongrel can do, slave." Her voice, cool as polished steel, sliced through the thick air.
Slave responded without hesitation, dropping to her knees and crawling seductively between her legs. Her tongue snaked out tentatively at first, tracing the outer labia with feather-light precision that made Crowela gasp softly.
Slave's practised tongue flickered against Crowela's clit in quick, teasing circles before plunging deep into her wetness. Crowela's thighs tensed around Slave's head as slender fingers twisted harshly in her hair. "Deeper, creature," Crowela commanded, grinding against Slave's face. Slave obeyed eagerly, burying her nose in wiry curls as she lapped hungrily at the swollen flesh, the tangy-sweet taste flooding her mouth while Crowela's moans vibrated through her skull. Slave's own arousal pooled slick between her thighs as she serviced her rival master. She felt Crowela's hips stutter against her mouth, tasted the sharp burst of arousal signalling impending climax.
Michelle watched the show unfold, his fingers loosening his belt with deliberate slowness. As Crowela arched sharply, crying out Slave's name in ragged pleasure, Michelle freed his thick erection. He stroked himself slowly at first, thumb smearing pre-cum over the flushed head while Slave's wet sounds filled the salon.
The female twin approached soundlessly on bare feet, her golden cage catching the sconce light. She knelt before Michelle, offering the champagne flute without meeting his eyes. He took it absently, his gaze locked on Slave's face, buried between Crowela's thighs. As he drank, the cool bubbles contrasted with the heat
Between moments of pleasure, Crowela ordered the twins to see to their guest.
Slave’s tongue plunged deeper, seeking the pulsing core as Crowela’s moans crescendoed into sharp cries. Fingers knotted painfully in her hair, grinding her face against dripping flesh while Crowela’s thighs clamped like a vice around her skull. Slave tasted salt and musk as she devoured Crowela’s climax, the rival slaver shuddering uncontrollably against her mouth. Across the salon, Michelle felt twin mouths descend upon him like predators, cool lips and warm tongues circling his shaft while the twins knelt naked at his feet. The male twin suckled at the head with desperate worship, golden cage gleaming. Beside him, the female twin’s mouth engulfed his balls hungrily, hollowing her cheeks while her fingers teased mercilessly at his perineum. Their synchronised sucking turned obscene, wet, sloppy sounds punctuated by low, frustrated whimpers from them as they strained against the unyielding gold.
Michelle’s eyes drifted shut, head tipping back against python leather as pleasure coiled hotter under their expert torment. Champagne still fizzed lightly as yet untouched in the glass. The twins worked him faster now, tongues swirling in tandem, lips sealing tight as suction pulled him toward the edge. The female twin’s teeth grazed his sac just shy of pain; the male’s throat vibrated around him in a stifled groan. Slave watched through hooded eyes, Crowela’s spent cunt still wet on her chin, arousal spiking sharply when she saw Master’s cock glistening between obedient mouths. For a dizzying moment, she imagined replacing them, feeling that velvet steel fill her own throat while Crowela watched.
Abruptly, Crowela’s boot shoved Slave’s shoulder, a command to crawl to Michelle. Slave obeyed instantly, pressing grateful lips to his knee, then rising eagerly toward his straining cock. But Crowela snapped her fingers sharply. "Not him." Her gloved hand indicated twins’ exposedassholes. "Her. Show me how thoroughly Michelle trained his bitch." Slave hesitated for a microsecond of confusion, and she instantly cursed. Crowela’s crop cracked hard across her ass. "Now!" Slave lunged forward, burying her face between the female twin’s legs. Her tongue stabbed deep as the twin gasped, mouth still worshipping Michelle's balls. With vicious enthusiasm, Slave devoured the other woman's tongue, circling the puckered rose before plunging, tasting salt and submission while Crowela laughed coldly. Above her, Slave felt Michelle’s cock pulse against the male twin’s lips as he bobbed furiously, cheeks hollowed around Master’s thickness.
The twins intensified their rhythm, a synchronised torment that pulled ragged groans from Michelle. The female bucked against Slave’s probing tongue, whimpering around Michelle’s balls as Slave drove deeper, fingers spreading her cheeks wide. Between strokes, Slave glanced up. Michelle’s eyes were locked on Crowela, dark with lust and defiance. He gripped the male twin’s hair, forcing him deeper down his shaft until he gagged wetly. Pre-cum glistened on flushed skin where chastity gold denied release. Crowela slid from her chair, a panther in human skin. She knelt behind Slave, fingers tracing the welt rising on her buttocks. "This one’s eager," she murmured, nails digging into Slave’s flesh. "See how she shakes?" Crowela’s breath ghosted over Slave’s ear. "Imagine chains on those ankles. My golden cage locks her desperation. Would you weep for it, slave?”
Slave moaned against the twins’ quivering flesh—the vibration drawing another gasp—as Crowela’s hand snaked between Slave’s own thighs. Two fingers thrust inside her dripping cunt without warning. Slave arched violently. Crowela chuckled. "Mmm. Already wetter than my twin." She pistoned mercilessly, thumb grinding SlaveThe twins intensified their rhythm, a synchronised torment that pulled ragged groans from Michelle. The female bucked against Slave’s probing tongue, whimpering around Michelle’s balls as Slave drove deeper, fingers spreading her cheeks wide. Between strokes, Slave glanced up. Michelle’s eyes were locked on Crowela, dark with lust and defiance. He gripped the male twin’s hair, forcing him deeper down his shaft until he gagged wetly. Pre-cum glistened on flushed skin where chastity gold denied release. Crowela slid from her chair, a panther in human skin. She knelt behind Slave, fingers tracing the welt rising on her buttocks. "This one’s eager," she murmured, nails digging into Slave’s flesh. "See how she shakes?" Crowela’s breath ghosted over Slave’s ear. "Imagine chains on those ankles. My golden cage locks her desperation. Would you weep for it, slave?"’s clit while Slave’s tongue still ravaged the other woman. Michelle groaned louder—the twins sucking with frantic, sloppy desperation—their locked desires straining and dripping uselessly. Slave felt Crowela’s fingers curl inside her, hitting that spot Michelle had tortured into ecstasy for weeks. Fiery pleasure coiled deep in her belly. Impossible to betray her Master like this! Yet her hips jerked greedily onto Crowela’s invading hand. Above her, Michelle’s hips stuttered against the twins’ mouths, his knuckles white in the male twin’s hair. Slave whimpered into slick flesh as Crowela drove her maddeningly closer. Just as Michelle’s hips snapped forward, his release building visibly, Crowela’s free hand snatched Slave’s hair, yanking her mouth from the twin. "Look," Crowela hissed, forcing Slave to stare directly at Michelle. "Watch." Slave’s eyes widened, dilated with lust as Michelle’s roar shattered the air. Thick ropes of cum splattered across the twins’ faces over desperate, needy eyes, and eager mouths as Crowela’s fingers shoved Slave brutally over her own cliff. Pleasure detonated deep convulsions wracking Slave’s body just as Michelle’s seed dripped onto the carpet. Silence fell, broken only by ragged breaths. Slave collapsed, trembling, against Crowela’s thigh. Master’s gaze met hers, dark, passionate, and unmistakably pleased. Crowela’s victorious laughter rang out. "Oh, Michelle," she sighed, tracing Slave’s quivering lips with cum-slicked fingers. "Your mongrel is broken in so beautifully.”
With a smile, Michelle downed His champagne at once. Almost instantly, the room began to spin as Crowela let out an evil laugh slave rushed to him as he dropped to the floor. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was Slave jumping at him as he lay there on the floor.
Michelle awoke with a gasp, instantly assaulted by cold chains biting into his wrists. His vision swam into focus: suspended by chains attached to the ceiling, knees folded beneath him on unforgiving stone, arms dangling uselessly. Disorientation surged through him like ice water until he looked down. His nakedness struck him first, sharply vulnerable. Then he saw it: his limp cock imprisoned in a miniature, seamless golden cage, so small it looked cruel against his frame, far tinier than the chastity devices the mail twin wore. Unlike theirs, this cage bore no keyhole; the metal fused into an unbroken, gleaming circle. Panic choked him. He could feel his cock instinctively a familiar twitch, but the cage bit mercilessly into tender skin, blocking even the ghost of arousal. Below him, the cold floor pressed against his knees. No exit. No release. Permanent.
Across from him, suspended in identical chains, hung Slave. Her naked body gleamed under the sconce light, unadorned except for her steel collar, nipples hardened from chill or anticipation. Her eyes, wide and dark, locked onto his grotesque confinement. A flicker danced in them, not pity, but something dangerously close to fascination. The air hung thick with the anticipation, the understanding that had been there before now hung on a knife-edge.
The heavy door groaned open, casting Crowela’s silhouette against the stone. Naked, pale skin luminous in the gloom. Power radiated from her posture alone. She entered flanked by the twins, their transformation striking. The female twin strode with predatory grace, her hips accentuated by a thick, gleaming black strap-on harness. The phallus itself was immense, ridged, and obsidian-dark, a terrifying promise of domination. Beside her, the male twin stood fully erect—his cock thick, flushed, and straining upwards, freed from its golden cage but no less a tool for Crowela’s command. The sight of him, hard and ready, contrasted violently with Michelle’s own impotent confinement.
"Awake at last," Crowela purred, her voice echoing softly in the stark chamber. She stopped before Michelle, her bare feet inches from his knees. Her gaze travelled slowly, deliberately, from his suspended helplessness, past the obscene gleam of his seamless golden cage, up to his furious eyes. A cruel smile touched her lips. "Your little bitch here," she gestured idly towards Slave, "was quite eager to explain your training methods. So thorough. So… effective." Crowela’s hand drifted downwards, not touching Michelle, but hovering near the cruel gold trapping him. "I thought it only fitting you experience the curriculum firsthand." She leaned in slightly, her scent expensive perfume mixed with musk, washing over him. "You will be broken, Michelle. Broken *my* way. And you’ll serve not me directly, oh no." Her smile widened, chillingly triumphant. "You’ll serve *them*." She nodded towards the twins. "My polished porcelain. Their personal slave. And she," Crowela tilted her head towards Slave, whose breath hitched audibly, "will watch every beautiful moment of your descent." The twins stepped forward, the male’s erection twitching, the female’s strap-on casting a long, dark shadow across Michelle’s naked thighs. Crowela’s final whisper sliced through the silence: "Shall we begin?”
The female twin moved first, her fingers slick with cool, vanilla-scented lube. Without preamble, she grasped Michelle’s jaw, forcing his mouth wide open. He choked, gagging reflexively against her invading fingers probing deep into his throat, coating his palate with the thick lubricant. Before he could recover, the immense obsidian strap-on slid brutally across his tongue—too wide, too sudden, stretching his jaw to its limit. Pain screamed through his cheeks and down his neck as she thrust deep, the ridged head slamming against the back of his throat. Tears sprang instantly to Michelle’s eyes, blurring his vision. He fought for air, a desperate wheezing sound escaping around the silicone monstrosity filling him. The twin pistoned relentlessly, her hips slapping against his face with wet, rhythmic smacks. Each brutal thrust scraped his soft palate, triggering agonising dry heaves that sent waves of nausea through him. Above, his arms strained uselessly against the chains. Below, the golden cage bit viciously into his trapped cock, a sharp, denied ache flaring with every muffled grunt forced from him. Humiliation burned hotter than any whip-mark as he choked.
Simultaneously, the male twin knelt behind him. Michelle felt cold lube dribbling onto his exposed asshole, then the blunt, insistent pressure. He tried to clench, but the male twin’s slick fingers pried him open with practised cruelty. A choked groan escaped around the strap-on filling his mouth as the twin’s thick cock breached him with one agonizingly slow thrust. The stretch was immense, tearing at him internally despite the lubrication, a deep, violating burn that radiated through his pelvis. Pain overwhelmed him. The male twin grasped Michelle’s hips, fingers digging into the flesh above his hipbones, and began a methodical rhythm of deep, grinding thrusts designed to maximise discomfort. Every inward surge pushed Michelle further onto the strap-on, gagging him, creating a suffocating cycle of violation. His world narrowed to the twin sensations: the brutal fullness stretching his throat raw and the deep, tearing ache in his ass. Tears streamed freely down his face now, mingling with saliva that dribbled onto his chest. The twins maintained their synchronised rhythm throat-fucking him with punishing depth while anal rape ground relentlessly into his bowels, each motion amplifying the sharp, denied throbbing in his locked cock.
Crowela snapped her fingers sharply. Both twins paused instantly, dripping cocks buried deep. Michelle hung, gasping, trembling uncontrollably, drool pooling beneath his chin. Crowela "Show him his place." The male twin withdrew slightly, positioning himself above Michelle’s bowed back. A hot stream of piss hit Michelle’s skin with shocking force, first scalding, then chilling rapidly. It cascaded down his spine, pooling disgustingly on the stone floor beneath his knees. The acrid stench of urine filled the cold air. Before Michelle could even recoil, the female twin unleashed her own torrent, piss spraying across his face, into his eyes, soaking his hair, and running thickly over him. He choked, spluttering as the foul liquid mixed with saliva and lubricant. Through blurred vision and streaming eyes, his gaze locked on Slave. She watched, suspended in her chains, her breath coming in shallow, rapid pants. Her nipples were hard peaks, her thighs slick with arousal, gleaming in the dim light. A flush painted her chest and neck. As the piss drenched him, Michelle saw it not pity, not horror, but a dark, undeniable flicker of arousal in Slave’s dilated pupils. She licked her lips unconsciously, her hips shifting subtly against her chains. Crowela’s laughter rang out, sharp and cold. "See, Michelle? She understands property." The twins resumed their brutal rhythm, pistoning deep as Michelle gagged on piss and violation, Slave’s rapturous gaze his only audience.
The female twin suddenly rose; she circled him, her bare foot striking upwards with vicious precision. Her toe connected squarely between Michelle’s sured legs, slamming into his gold-trapped balls. White-hot agony exploded through him, a blinding, nauseating wave. His scream tore from his aching throat, helpless and ragged. His hips instinctively tried to curl forward, but the chains held him fast, intensifying the agony radiating through his pelvis. Through the haze of pain, he saw the male twin step back, his thick cock slick with lube. The female twin knelt behind Michelle once more. This time, she gripped his hips savagely, fingers bruising bone, and slammed her obsidian strap-on brutally into his tortured asshole without preamble. The entrance, already stretched and gaping, screamed anew. She pistoned relentlessly, each thrust deep and grinding, focused purely on causing maximum pain. The golden cage felt like molten metal digging into him, denying any release from the brutal violation, tearing him apart inside.
The male twin moved with predatory grace. He seized Michelle’s jaw again, forcing his mouth wide. Michelle tasted the coppery tang of his own anal violation still coating the twin’s thick shaft. Without hesitation, the male twin shoved his cock deep into Michelle’s gaping, abused mouth. Michelle gagged instantly, throat muscles spasming violently against the invading flesh. The taste assaulted him. Bitter lube, the unmistakable musk and iron tang of his own violated ass, the salt of sweat. The twin thrust ruthlessly, hips hammering Michelle’s face, the thick cock battering the back of his throat with each plunge. Michelle’s eyes rolled back; tears, snot, and drool streamed freely down his face. The female twin maintained her brutal assault from behind, the strap-on grinding against his raw insides. Above him, the chains rattled iolently with his convulsive struggles. The air filled with the sounds of violent fucking—wet, slapping impacts, gagging retches, and Michelle’s choked, muffled cries. Crowela watched, her hand idly stroking Slave’s thigh, savouring every desperate shudder.
Crowela stepped closer, her bare toes inches from Michelle’s piss-soaked knees. Her fingers tangled harshly in Slave’s hair, forcing her to watch Michelle’s brutal violation. The male twin’s rhythm intensified, fucking Michelle’s throat with savage, shallow thrusts that scraped his palate. Sweat beaded on Michelle’s brow, mingling with the filth coating his face. His muscles trembled violently, straining uselessly against the chains. The male twin’s thrusts grew erratic, frantic. Suddenly, he slammed deep, burying his cock to the root, pinning Michelle’s nose against his pelvis. Michelle choked, eyes bulging, moments before the release, he pulled back, coating Michelle’s face in thick ropes of cum.
"Enough!" Crowela’s command sliced through the wet, ragged sounds. Instantly, the twins withdrew the male twin’s cock, slick and spent, the female twin’s strap-on gleaming with lube. They knelt silently at Crowela’s sides, heads bowed, their breathing heavy but controlled. Michelle slumped forward in his chains, gasping, trembling, strings of saliva and semen dripping onto the cold stone. Crowela traced Slave’s collar with a possessive fingertip. Reaching up and releasing her. Chains clanked as Slave’s restraints fell away. She crumpled to the floor but instantly scrambled onto hands and knees, crawling instinctively toward Michelle. Crowela’s
Foot pressed firmly on Slave’s spine, halting her. "No, pet.”
Slave froze, gaze darting between Michelle’s broken form and Crowela’s icy stare. Crowela smiled, slow and lethal. "You belong to me now. But I offer you a choice." Her gloved hand gestured toward Michelle. "Kneel beside your former master..." Her voice sharpened, "...and become the twins’ new plaything. Endure everything they give you." She paused, letting the implication sink in. Endless torment, degradation, the twins’ pent-up cruelty unleashed upon her. Then Crowela’s eyes hardened. "Or prove your loyalty." She nudged Slave forward with her foot. "Go to him. Do to him *everything* he ever did to you." Crowela leaned down, her whisper venomous. "Every violation. Every humiliation. Make him scream as you once screamed.”
Slave’s breath hitched. Michelle lifted his head, chest heaving, his gaze locking with hers—desperate, warning, pleading. Slave’s eyes dropped to the golden cage imprisoning him, then flickered to the twins kneeling like statues, their expressions hungry. A tremor ran through Slave’s body, cold uncertainty warring with the embers of old pain. Slowly, deliberately, she crawled toward Michelle. Her fingers trembled as they brushed his piss-slicked thigh. She paused, staring into his terrified eyes. Her lips parted, voice a raw whisper that echoed in the silent chamber. "Master taught me well." Her hand closed over the golden cage, squeezing until Michelle cried out. "Now... Now I teach." Her other hand slid behind him, fingers probing his violated entrance. Michelle jerked against his chains, a choked sob escaping him. Slave leaned closer, her breath hot on his ear. "Remember my first night?" Her finger thrust deep. Michelle screamed.
Crowela smiled, her cold eyes triumphant. She strode to a shadowed alcove, returning with a thick, obsidian-black dildo nearly eighteen inches long, its surface ribbed and glistening with cold lubricant. Slave seized Michelle’s hips, forcing him higher onto his knees. He thrashed wildly, chains clanging. Slave ignored his struggles, pressing the icy tip against his stretched, bleeding hole. "Hold still," she hissed, shoving brutally. Michelle arched backwards, a guttural howl tearing from his throat as the monstrous toy invaded him inch by agonising inch. Tears streamed down his face; veins bulged in his neck. Slave drove it deeper, harder, until the flared base slammed against his ass. Michelle collapsed forward, impaled, trembling violently. Slave knelt behind him, grabbing handfuls of his hair. "Bounce," she commanded. Michelle shook his head weakly, gasping. "No... please..." Slave’s foot snapped up, kicking squarely into his golden cage. Agony exploded through him white-hot, blinding. He screamed, body convulsing. Slave kicked again. And again. "Obey!" she shrieked. Whimpering, Michelle forced his trembling thighs to lift, then dropped his weight onto the dildo. A strangled cry burst from him. Again. He bounced slowly at first, each descent a fresh hell of tearing pressure deep inside his bowels. Slave watched, her own thighs slick with arousal. "Faster!" she snarled. Michelle obeyed, bouncing frantically now, his hips pistoning as he impaled himself over and over on the rigid shaft. Sweat poured off him; his screams dissolved into ragged, rhythmic sobs.
Slave abruptly halted him with a sharp yank of his hair. She circled to face him, straddling his lap, her wet cunt hovering inches from his tortured caged cock, now domed to never touch a cunt again. Licking some of the cum off his face slave smiled as she stood up once again, grabbing his hair once again, spinning away from him. She leaned forward and forced his face between her cheeks. "Now eat my ass.”
Crowela ordered the male twin to become a chare before she sat on his back legs wide, ordering the other twin reward slave as Crowela began to play with herself, watching the humiliation of her former rival.
Michelle’s face remained buried between Slave’s spread cheeks, the acrid tang of sweat and musk filling his nostrils as her sphincter tightened against his tongue. Slave ground back against his mouth, her low moan vibrating through his jawbone. "Lick deeper, Master," she hissed, her voice thick with venomous triumph. He obeyed numbly, the humiliation burning hotter than the ache radiating from his caged cock. His tongue probed Slave’s clenched hole, tasting salt and violation while Crowela’s fingers worked her own clit mere feet away, her sighs mingling with the wet sounds of the female twin’s tongue plunging into Slave’s dripping cunt. Positioning herself so her own wet hole pressed against the golden cage and the crushed, useless dick inside. The closest he would ever come again. Continuing to destroy his own ass, his body betrayed him, as he cums in his cage.