Mary didn’t stop screaming. She begged Elana to do it – to not use the Toy. The girl’s words were barely comprehensible and they became more and more slurred. But they never lost the volume.
And Elana allowed it. She basked in the glorious sound while moving Toy’s fingers in and out of Mary, pushing ever so deeper with each cycle. She watched her sister’s tears roll down her cheeks. She enjoyed every moment of it.
Elana’s free hand unconsciously searched its way towards the fountain of the addictive substance. She put her palm on Mary’s raised leg, touching her sister’s calf and slowly ran it down. Her gentle movement gave Mary some pleasure as the girl suddenly moaned – but the sound was immediately turned into a howl when Elana jammed four of Toy’s fingers inside her sister.
“Beautiful,” Elana sighed in appreciation. She felt like an artist in moments like these. “The pain. The humiliation. The wish to be elsewhere. The plea for it to stop. Isn’t it all beautiful?” She asked while her palm travelling down Mary’s legs finally reached between her sister’s legs.
Of course, there was no answer. And she didn’t need one. Elana knew she was right. She was so right she decided to celebrate it with a little treat. “Hmm…” She felt her fingers dip into wetness and finally looked away from her sister’s pain-filled face.
At this point, Elana decided to ignore her inhibition against taking this drug. “You are mine. And everything you produce is mine as well.” She knew it wasn’t exactly sound logic, but her mouth felt so dry.
Gathering as much of her sister’s slimy substance on her fingertip as she could, Elana opened her mouth and inserted the covered finger deep into it, licking and sucking off the incredibly sweet cream. She sighed in pleasure as her body relaxed, pushing her towards an orgasm.
Mary also enjoyed the show. She was still crying, but she was fixated on Elana’s finger. But once Elana had cleaned her finger, her sister returned to trying to get herself free.
“That won’t do,” Elana chidded. “Five fingers.” She commanded, electing an excited acknowledgement from Toy and a smile from Cinthia while her sister ran out of breath and wheezed.
Unceremoniously, Elana inserted all of Toy’s hand’s fingers into her sister’s pussy. She felt Mary’s body struggle through and to feel it better, she planted her free hand’s palm on her sister’s tummy, caressing it. “Deeper. Take it deeper.” She could tell where Toy’s fingers were – just how deep they were.
But Elana demanded more, ruining her sister in the process. “Isn’t it great we can heal our broken property?” She asked, raising her eyes to meet Moira’s.
The Saintess now stood before them, her whole body excluding sensuality. “She is not broken yet.” Moira played with her breasts. “Do it. Break her.”
“Well,” Elana shrugged and looked into Mary’s brown eyes. “My other side has spoken.” She had no mercy in her heart. Only the love for Moira. “The whole fist.” Her order changed.
“NOOO! STOP! NO! PLEASE! YOU DO IT! ELANA! YOU DO IT! YOU! JUST YOU!”
Of course, nobody listened to Mary. Even Catarina had woken up from her post-orgasm state and was now gingerly watching the proceedings without interrupting. Everyone had gathered beside Mary to watch the girl’s destruction.
“NOOOOOOO!”
Elana leaned forward, looking at the sloppy, fearful face. She focused, engraving every nuance, every little detail of her sister’s expression into her memory. And then, she showed Toy’s fist inside Mary’s cunt – tearing and stretching it.
“…wonderful…” She whispered, watching Mary’s eyes grow wide and unfocused. Her sister roared and trashed, trying to free herself and failed.
Mary breathed heavily, trying to accommodate the arm forcing its way inside her. Her screams forced saliva out of her mouth and it covered Elana’s face. The suffering woman gave her all to stop the madness and… Failed.
“Good,” Elana leaned even closer, not minding the snot and tears and Mary’s own juice that covered her sister’s face. She allowed Mary’s eyes to meet hers and an enticing aroma hit her nostrils.
The very drug she was addicted to was on Mary’s lips. Elana’s face grew ever so closer to her sister’s while her hand kept pushing Toy’s fist inside Mary.
Even closer…
Closer still…
Their noses touched, Elana not breaking away from Mary’s teary eyes. She spellbound her sister, making Mary forget the suffering she was going through for a moment.
And then…
Elana gathered strength, punching Toy’s fist deep inside her sister. She felt Mary’s limit and quickly pulled her make-shit sex tool back just to repeat the ruthless, careless and destructive attack against the restrained girl.
The pain was unbreakable and Mary howled again. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and at that moment, Elana kissed her. She greedily stuck her tongue inside Mary and kissed her sister.
And despite all of it. Despite all the pain and torture Elana inflicted on her, Mary responded. She returned the kiss – just as greedy as Elana’s. She tried to respond the best she could and get as much as possible.
But each time Elana broke inside her sister’s pussy, Mary flinched, almost bitting into Elana’s tongue exploring her sister’s mouth.
It felt a little dangerous… The kiss that is, not her sister’s reflexive response to her cunt being expanded and her cervix being literally punched. Because Elana could get addicted to this. She definitely could… Because Mary’s saliva also had the taste of bliss to it.
Elana moaned, sucking up all she could from Mary’s mouth. She increased the speed with which she bombarded Mary’s depths – collapsing all sanity in her sister. She punched again, and again. Her free hand grabbed Mary’s breath and twisted it, inflicting even more pain.
But it was not enough. Elana bit into Mary’s lips, culminating in the process and showing Toy’s hand as deep as she could. Elana felt herself spray all over her sister, marking the girl as her property. She bit stronger, drawing blood from Mary’s lip – forcing her sister into something akin to an orgasm as well.
And with that, Elana collapsed back, licking her own lips and gazing at the trembling, mindless Mary in front of her. She glanced down, seeding Toy’s hand wrist deep into her sister and sighed with satisfaction. She now knew how she would spend her nights from now on.
Elana stretched, feeling ready for the next round… “Shall we?” She opened her arms, inviting Moira who jumped into the giddily.
“That was awesome!” The saintess’s breasts pressed into Elana’s face. “We should do that again!”
“Of course…” Elana allowed herself to be drowned in the soft flesh. “We have so many more girls to ruin…”
With this promise, Elana pulled her wife lower and pressed her blood-covered lips against Moira’s. “I love you…” She whispered.
“I love you too…” Moira returned, giggling.
“We continue?” Elana didn’t stop showering her Saintess with kisses.
“We continue. We will never stop.”
“Never.” Elana agreed, letting the divine light fill the room once again as the Blessing of the Goddess of Love sealed the fate of the world.
