The gentle sight of two of her favourite girls cuddling wasn’t the end, however. Elana raised from the sweaty bodies and stretched. Her body was still burning, the need to continue weighing heavily on her depths that longed for more stimulation.
As Elana’s hands fell, she let her palms brush against her breasts and nipples – then travelling lower to her nether region where she reaffirmed her heightened state. She wanted more fucking and she wanted to inflict more pain.
Luckily, there was a very suitable target to serve as her outlet.
Elana slapped Catarina’s ass one last time before getting out of the ruined bed. Even the mattress was now deformed. And wet. Very, very wet from the continuous sweating and discharges that had happened to it.
Her eyes found Mary’s sobbing form immediately. Elana was pleased to see how listless her sister was as Cinthia kept her in a tight hold, forcing Mary to watch everything.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Elana gave Cinthia a sign to release her sister. “Do you know why you deserve all of this?” She questioned as Mary collapsed on the ground. “It’s because you thought you could stand above me. It is because you thought you could dominate me.”
There was no answer. While Mary’s eyes followed Elana’s steps as she approached, the broken woman managed only a sad whimper.
Which was a suitable state for Mary, but not quite what Elana had wanted. “Did I truly break you already? Is that all you amounted to?” She stopped next to her sister and kicked her side making her roll to her back.
Some light reappeared in Mary’s eyes – likely from pain and physical contact with her sister. She glared, but her gaze quickly found Elana’s crotch and she let out a sob and a giggle.
“Creepy,” Elana didn’t want to guess what her sister was thinking – although she felt she already knew. “So you think everything will be fine as long as I now claim you as mine?”
The delay in Mary’s reaction confirmed Elana’s words. Her sister was lusting after her and the moment they began their intercourse.
Unfortunately for her sister, Elana had a tool exactly for this moment. “Toy! Come!” She raised her voice, calling for her once-maid, knowing the debauched being was nearby.
A moment later, a naked, bruised body crawled into the room, panting and salivating from the chance to participate in the fun. Toy’s tits swayed as she clambered on all fours towards her Mistress.
Elana nodded in approval, acknowledging Toy knowing her place. She waited for the pathetic thing to arrive, noting how Toy’s green eyes explored the other pathetic being on the ground. Maybe Toy would be happy with a comrade. Not that Elana felt like giving anything but pain to Toy.
“See here,” Elana nudged Mary’s face with her toes to turn her head to Toy. “This is a thing that stopped being human a while ago. She is now nothing but a tool for anyone who wishes to use it. Well, as long as I allow, of course.”
Mary didn’t understand. She blinked, meeting Toy’s feverish gaze and then nuzzled against Elana’s foot that was still pressed against her face.
This was where Mary belonged. Before her feet. Elana knew her sister just wanted to feel her skin, but the result was the same. “Good. Now kiss it.” She stuck her foot under Mary’s nose and waited.
Toy watched the scene with jealousy, her green eyes shining even brighter under her black bangs. She licked her lips, but despite her stiff nipples showing her arousal, she didn’t masturbate as it was forbidden for her.
Mary looked at the foot in front of her, a little unsure of what to do. She sniffled and slowly planted her lips on Elana’s feet. The kiss was gentle – barely touching the skin.
“Now lick,” Elana wasn’t done. She was enjoying her sister serving as her foot slave more than she had thought she would. It certainly helped to satisfy her urges – even if the one regarding Mary’s nectar remained unfulfilled.
Or maybe she should indulge? Elana hesitated, before realising she had almost fallen to the addiction Mary had forced upon her.
“Bitch!” Her anger flared and she mercilessly kicked Mary’s face, sending her sister sprawling. “Do you know how thirsty I have been?” The pleasure she experienced from inflicting pain calmed her. “It has not been easy. Maybe I should make you taste your own medicine? How about that? Toy! Scoop up that slop and feed it to her!”
Mary’s eyes widened. “N-no!” She finally showed fear.
“Oh, so you do know what your pussy juice does to people, do you?” Elana basked in the panic. She was curious to see how much it would affect Mary. It would be quite the sight to see her sister bend in half just to drink directly from her own cunt.
Toy hurried to scoop up as much of the slop from the ground where Mary had leaked the most. She then proceeded to return – hands cupped in front of her and she pushed them under Mary’s nose where Elana’s foot had been moments ago.
“Drink,” Elana’s single word sent Mary down a spiral.
The girl’s face twisted and she trembled while her eyes travelled all around the room. But they always stopped at Elana’s imperious face. Mary opened her mouth and then closed it, not able to make the decision.
So, Elana made it for her. “Cinthia. Open her mouth.”
The bodyguard followed the order without questions. The redhead straddled Mary again and forced the girl’s mouth open for Toy to pour in the dirty water. Cinthia then closed Mary’s mouth and made her swallow.
“Good,” Elana smiled, watching her sister’s eyes bulge. “Now you will be forever addicted to your own discharge.” Her mind was running. “Whether or not I will allow it… Maybe if you serve me well…” She was ready to proceed.
