TEA PARTY
I never actually passed out. I went limp. My cunt gushed like a sluice box. I was dumped to the stone floor when they were done, as were Mystic and Thunder. We were dragged again, Mystic and me, back to the posh sitting room. With no ropes or chains to hold us, they sat us in plush chairs, laid our hands on the arm rests, and opened our legs. We were helpless, living mannequins. Vacant. Their powers and the marathon of groping had cast a veil over us. We’d been drained and exhausted.
Left alone, vacant-faced with sopping cunts, we waited for the next trial. The whole room, with it’s art and thick drapes, was laden with the musty smell of our sex.
More of the beautiful men and women milled around the room. They sipped tea, eat scones, and commented on how beautiful we were. Again, my mind wandered back to being made a mummy. Once we had both been bound-up into perfect hour-glass mummies, Eclipse and I were adorned with garlands and fruit. The Sculptor had a group of friends over that night. He showed us off - two helpless heroines among his statues. They also chatted about perfect our shapes were.
“Perfect big breasts.”
“Wonderful hips.”
History repeats.
The beautiful people sipped tea and wandered the room. They talked about. The door opened and in came Father. The others watched as he walked his new bitch, Thunder, into the room. She crawled on all fours, as I had, her head pulled up by the dog collar.
“Explain who you are,” he chuckled.
It hit me that she was still resisting. She ground her teeth and shuddered, but finally gave up. Her voice was crisp and British, her words forced.
“I’m your bitch.”
The strain in her face told me that she was fighting them with every ounce of her being, but losing quickly. It was like when the hunters injected Arachnae with aphrodisiac. They surrounded her, their cocks unsheathed, and waited for her to give in to the potion and take one into her supple mouth. She grimaced in the same way Thunder did now. He jerked on her leash and laughed and Thunder began to masturbate through the open crotch of her costume.
“And what do bitches do?”
She hiss through her teeth and shuddered, even as juices dribbled from her thick, brown lips. Her large nipples went hard in the purple body suit and he broke.
“They eat cunt.”
With that , she was on me. She eat me more wildly than any lover had before. Loud, smacking, gushing sounds came up from between my thighs and the first tremors of orgasm rocked my long body. Father entered her from behind as I came over and over. I looked up to see Mystic being inverted, her legs spread, men and women took turns tasting her.
The night wore on that way. I discovered that Mystic had a stronger taste than Thunder, and that my own juices tasted sugary when tasted along with Thunder’s off of Mystic’s mouth. We finally ended up stretched out side-by-side on the floor, robotically masturbating and staring at the ceiling.
“What do you think folks?” asked the naked and flushed Father.
“A true dish.”
“They were great.”
“I want more Thunder.”
“Oh, more of the blond, for me.”
Father knelt over me and smiled.
“ I want to gather more of them. I have an idea.”
He must have transmitted something to them. Without a word, we were scooped up and carried through the hallways. One woman got creative, slipping her thumb into my anus, one finger up my cunt, and dragging me like a six pack. The Sculptor had made a foot rest out of me, paralyzing me in a doggie position and placing me in front of his recliner. He’d connected lines to Eclipse’s wrists, ankles, knees, shoulders, head - everything to make her into a living remote control puppet. He sat with his feet on my back, clicking a remote and laughing as her body jerked and twisted in an erotic dance for him.
Objects.
Again, we were placed on tables. Each of us, our minds under control, our bodies at their mercy, lay there as something was placed in each of our vaginas. It felt like some sort of small, smooth capsule and my muscles instantly squeezed down around it. A new energy ran through me. Something electric.
“Now, bitches, you will go out. You will find your fellow heroines. We will channel out energies through you and you will collect their unconscious bodies to bring back. You can’t resist can you?”
“No,” we said in unison.
“You will do our bidding.”
“Yes.”
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