"Having sex while we watch TV is a great idea," Mei says, hands and knees steady on the floor as you hammer into her. "This is so convenient. And thank you. D.Va, for being so kind as to hold my drink!" That's not quite what's happening as D.Va kneels on the floor with her hands up in a stocks-like device that doubles as a drink tray. There's food on it, too, and she has to keep steady and not spill anything, or she'll get punished again. You've never seen her posture better than it is right now entirely out of the fear that that happens, not wanting to incur the wrath once more that Sombra would surely impose upon her if she did anything.
It's all the more impressive given the vibrator up her pussy. It was a welcome treat this morning when Sombra put it in, but hours into a full blast, non-stop torment session, her eyes are glazed over and the only thing holding her drool in her mouth is the ballgag. She's barely holding on, barely capable of containing herself, but she has to. The matter of life and death is much too intense to help now, and if she does a damn thing about it, it'll be her undoing. When Sombra first got free from her side of the arrangement, she was vicious, and D.Va's dominance was repaid with an all-night session that's left her unable to sit down from how sore her ass still is. You don't know just how much went down, but surely, she's been scared out of her mind by the mere mention of Sombra for how stiff she kneels.
You reach for your own drink off the tray, right by the side of her head, and take a sip while your other hand smacks Mei's round ass. 'This is the life," you groan, hammering on faster. "You're doing great, D.Va. And Mei, you make an excellent cockwarmer to watch TV during."
"I'm always happy to help my 'master' enjoy himself," Mei said. "It's a nice deal. I just hope D.Va isn't jealous that she has to pretend to be a cup holder instead of your girlfriend. I'm not in a mood to share." Her certainty that she's the girlfriend is absolutely endearing; Sombra has asked about rewiring the chip or going in to change it, but it's so cute that you've shot that possibility down hard. You want her to stay this way. It's way more entertaining.
Besides, her snug pussy feels so great around your cock that it doesn't matter one way or another. It's a great feeling, and the chip can't do anything better for that, as you lay into her harder. Your hands come around to seek out her tits, groping them all over as you lean over her, winding up for the final stretch, chasing greater pleasure and not knowing how to contain yourself. It's making TV all the nicer to enjoy, a casual blowing through of an afternoon as the two of you share some time watching things together. It's all simple. Almost like a normal relationship that isn't built on brain hacking and BDSM. For a brief moment, everything's almost normal if you ignore the bound, whimpering gamer girl holding up your drinks on a tray her head is sticking out of.
The show rapidly nears commercial, and you want to be able to fuck off and not pay attention during the break, so you race on faster, throwing yourself into the joy of fucking Mei harder, her moans becoming an uncontainable mess of pleasure as you push her over the edge along with you, ands with a final shove forward, your cock slams deep into her, and erupts into the helpless scientist, filling her up as she cums and coos and makes a submissive enough mess of herself that the way she gives up is all the sweeter. You tug her back, kissing her and making her shiver against you as your hands squeeze harder at her tits, and you feel overjoyed by the chance to hold her in place and use her.
The click of Sombra's heels into the room is perfectly timed, as you tug Mei back to sit atop you on the couch. D.Va slowly shuffles toward you on her knees, keeping her drink at arm's length for you to enjoy as you sit back, and decide to indulge in it.
"Everything looking just as it should. Are you feeling comfortable, jefe?" Sombra strides into the room, and you can see D.Va tighten up in surprise and worry, but that just makes you snicker, as the hacker sidles up beside you on the couch, slipping her fingers along your body and tugging you into a kiss you're all too happy to meet. "If that puta gives you any trouble at all, you tell me, okay? She has to be on her best behavior, or else she goes right back down again."
Your smile widens. "D.Va is doing a great job so far," you tell her. You hear a giddy whine that's tempered by too much frustration to fully express itself, as D.Va struggles harder, shivering under the tension of what she's stuck dealing with. "And you were busy somewhere all morning. Are you up to something?'
"Oh, I am always up to something, but now, it's all for the sake of my jefe. I've been thinking that you should get some more girls in the house. I have some new chips ready, and all I need is an order, and I will go find some pretty little thing to come and be your new plaything. She won't even be fucked up in the head like this chica loco." She motions toward Mei, who shakes her head.
"I'm the only girlfriend here," Mei says proudly, adjusting her glasses as she sits confidently atop your cock, wriggling about a little bit. "Please be respectful of that. I'm willing to share because of how secure I am in our relationship. I'm fine with more people coming, but they need to respect that, too."
"Uh-huh," Sombra replies, dry and bitter, brushing it off by leaning in against you. "But jefe, come on. What do you say? Get some sweet thing to tie up and break in? I'll make her anything you want. A maid who will clean up whatever you bend her over? A prissy bitch you need to break in in with your cock? I could even get you a bitch who knows how to cook." She stares up at D.Va as she says that. It's a fierce, challenging stare, one meant to provoke a response. D.Va remains quiet, smartly avoiding any further wrath.
Just as you try to think about it, a voice comes on the TV that draws your attention immediately, breaking through the commotion as your eyes focus forward. "FastTek's reception is so fast, it even keeps up with me. Sometimes I don't even call my mates, just myself!" It's a voice you've heard about a dozen times today alone, and have heard probably thousands before now. Your eyes sharpen as you stare at the screen at the pretty, short-haired brunette and her manic energy. The spunky wireless spokeswoman dashes around between locations, yammering on the phone, full of energy and more than that, with a thick London accent.
"Her," you say, pointing to the screen as she sways around. Her tight pants don't od much to hide a perky butt that's just begging for your attention. It's insane to think you're pointing at a screen and demanding you be allowed to turn the pretty girl on the phone commercial into a sex pet, but you can't help yourself. "If I can get anyone, I want her." You look back at Sombra with a smile. "Think you can make that happen?"
"There's no miracle I can't work, jefe." Sombra eyes her with a certain nod. "I'll need to do some searching. And some hunting. Might take me a few days, and I know you'll miss me so, so why don't you tale your sweet favorite chica to bed for a little bit and say goodbye to me the nice way?"
"We're a little bit busy right now. You can wait until I'm done, okay?" Mei says firmly, and you watch as Sombra almost goes to rip her head off.
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"Mei, sun's out, tits out," you say, relaxing back by the pool with a smirk as you watch Mei swims around the pool and D.Va leans back against the side. D.Va wears the bottoms of a pink bikini, but Mei's skimpy blue bikini, which her tits already seem ready to break free from, is still more than she should be wearing. "Remember what we talked about."
"You're right, sorry about that." Mei undoes it from behind and tosses it aside, breasts bouncing free as she takes some bounces in the water. "Oh, that's much more freeing. You're so considerate!" Mei resumes her swimming with that in mind, and you sit back, enjoying a perfect, sunny afternoon, and enjoying the girls swimming around the pool. D.Va's been allowed out of her punishment with Sombra gone, and you don't dwell too much on her absence as you relax back and savour the day.
The sound of footsteps almost creeps up on you It's quite a few of them as you're stirred from your relaxation by a call of, "Oh, jefe, I've got a surprise for you." You open your eyes and look toward the door, where Sombra steps out in her usual purple bikini, tits covered, but she wasn't here for the new edict, so it's fine. But what catches your eye is the surprises behind her, the sight of two fresh faces by the pool who your attention snaps right to. For one, the brunette from the cell phone commercial, standing there in a yellow bikini with her goggles still on her head. You can see the outlines of barbells topping the nipples of her breasts through the tight yellow bikini top, and she stands with a look somewhere between excited and concerned.
But even more striking is the lady beside her. Slightly less tall but with a bit more to her curves, a red-haired woman stands beside the girl from the commercial, fair-skinned and with a devious look of delight in her eyes as she walks forward, wearing an equally slutty swimsuit of red instead of yellow. It pulls you up from your chair, unable to resist the curious sight before you as you approach and wonder exactly what's going on.
"Jefe, I'm home," Sombra says, rushing up toward you, almost bouncing out of her bikini as she rushes to kiss you, pressing her chest up against yours as she leans in hard to the kiss. "And I've got some dirty, dirty news for you."
"Who's the other girl?" you ask. Even as you pull Sombra close, your eyes look past her, to the two women standing there, both talking to one another as they draw closer. There's an obvious closeness there, something you are absolutely not sure what to make of.
"Turns out la gringa rapida is a lesbian," Sombra purrs. "Her name's Tracer, and her fiancée is Emily."
"Fiancée?" You ask, your gaze stumbling right toward Sombra. "Wait, that's not the plan. What did you do to them?"
"Oh, calm down, jefe, it's going to be fine." She pulls you into more kisses. "They're still together. I can't break their love with the chip, apparently. Just another limitation, but I know you won't want it worked out of future models. They love each other, but they're open to having a master who can dominate them. They'll be happy serving you, and happiest when they serve you together. It's a perfect present, don't you think?" She licks her lips and tightens her body up against yours. "Don't worry, it's about as ethical as anything you do to the rest of us."
"Is that supposed to reassure me?" you ask. You don't need a reminder of the ethics of your mind control harem.
"You sleep just fine at night, even if you need my pussy to put you down." She grinds up on you. Days without you has clearly left Sombra all hazy and needy, but she does draw back just before something needs to be said, clearing her throat. "Emily? Tracer? Come here, it's time to meet your master."
The two women step up to greet you, and you're surprised by how much more sheepish and uncertain Tracer is than Emily is. You didn't even know Emily existed up until a minute ago, but now she's staring you up and down with an appraising, appreciative look, filling you with a flurry of questions you don't know where to begin dealing with, while her fiancée looks unsure about being there at all. You really hope that's not the chip's fault, because 'doesn't know if she wants to be your plaything' does not sound like anywhere near as endearing a gimmick as Mei's clueless delusions.
"Master, it's nice to meet you. Sombra's already told us everything we need to know."
"Including that you like my commercial. Didn't think I had fans. Most people just said I was annoying." Tracer gives a bit more life and smile as she gets into talking about it, but even then, she seems guarded.
"I couldn't get the commercial out of my head. I loved it." You didn't. You loved her body and her voice. But she doesn't have to know that as you size up the two lesbians, knowing you're about to make some grand steps into depravity as you step into this relationship and rub your dick all over it. They can stay fiancées, but they'll be fiancées who are bound to you, and that sounds like a pretty nice outcome. "So, if Sombra got you both up to speed, then you know you'll be my sluts from now on." True to expectation, Emily's face lights up, and Tracer shifts her footing, wary of the remark. "I want to see what you can do. Make out for me."
Emily's already turning around and tugging Tracer in when she asks, "In front of all these people?' She looks around, motioning to everyone else. To you, Sombra, Mei, and D.Va. You're all watching. All staring at them.
"What master wants, master gets," Emily says, and tugs Tracer into a fierce kiss. It's ferocious and passionate, a senseless push forward, and surprisingly, Tracer's frustrations melt quickly away. Her whole body relaxes, hands settling onto Emily's waist and hip as the swift turnaround of affection hits her. You study carefully, wondering what's making her fall into the routine; is it simply the feedback of following orders? Or is her love for Emily getting in the way of these chips? They're imperfect enough for you to wonder as you watch, as you happily soak in the sight of them making out. There's a genuine passion and adoration behind their touch that feels exciting, feels like it's unique only to them and wholly born of a love that can't be broken.
Everyone's watching them, but as Emily drowns out Tracer's concerns, she gives up deeper to these pleasures. She and Emily fall into a comfortable groove with one another, and it's at once like nobody's watching and everybody's watching; their hands get wild and passionate, all over one another. It's a show. Tracer and Emily put on a show for all of you, and the arousal is something you can't even start to shake off as you watch them get at it, watch them melt into one another and indulge in the growing, aching pleasures they're both unable to hold back. You can't hold back your own excitement, either. Of course you can't; they're so visibly, shamelessly all over each other, and it evokes desires and excitements that leave you craving more.
Mei gets out of the pool to get a closer look, breasts covered in rivulets of water that almost pull your gaze away, and it's in your haste that you say, "Sombra, you get to do whatever you want to Mei. You deserve a reward while I'm busy."
"Lo mejor," Sombra moans, giving you a peck on the cheek before taking Mei by the hand, and you're sure Mei is saying something, but as your focus refines its attention onto the two girls all over one another, you don't really care what she's saying. Her charming haze is always a delight, but it's not something you need right now, and you refine your focus onto the two girls before you, who make you want to give up, make you crave a chance to step in and get involved, too. You can only hold yourself back from that for so long; decency doesn't feel like a strong point in your favour right now, as you inch closer toward satisfying all your wildest cravings.
Emily's eyes drift toward your lap, taking notice of the strain of your hardened cock inside of your pants, and you watch her break away from the kiss with a smile. "Enjoying the show?' she asks, biting her lip as she stares you in the eye with a coy confidence that has a very immediate effect on you. She's making a damn good argument for herself, making you lean closer, making you crave the pleasure and the heat that keeps hitting. "Lena, look." She guides Tracer's eyes along to where hers settle, and both women are now holding each other close and staring at your dick.
"It's big," Tracer whines, biting her lip and sizing you up. She leans a bit closer toward you, lips parting as the obvious signs of her arousal warm you, make you desire more of her. Wild pleasure feels inevitable and feverish as you lean into it, as you prepare yourself for the orders soon to come.
But you don't get to give that order. "Is that from us?" Emily asked, urging her and Tracer both closer toward you. "Lena, you should touch it."
"I should," Tracer replies. She steps forward, physically ushered on by Emily, who takes a more active lead and pushes her forward, and she accepts it. A hand slips under your clothes, and Emily pulls it aside to help Tracer fish your cock out, gripping it tightly as she regards the shaft. "Nngh, it's hard. I don't really know my way around a cock, but I promise, I'll do everything I can to make you feel good." The nervousness still tempers her response, but she's getting more eager now. More excited. Her hand fumbles along your cock, fingers tightening around it and pumping, while her eyes stare wide and hopeful at you. It's adorable.
"You'll learn how to pleasure me, no matter what it takes," you promise, hands settling onto her lean, fit body, settling in to feel her up and make your imposing mark on her. "But I want to know what you think is about to happen. What will I do to you, Tracer?" You force those thoughts into her head, force her to consider what you're going to do to her as your eyes watch carefully at her expression and her posture, at the presence of Emily admiring her fiancée stroking your cock. "Be as vivid as possible. Be filthy."
"I think you'll push me onto my knees and grab my hair, then you'll ram your cock down my throat and make me choke," Tracer says. Her voice rumbles with the shaky fear-arousal of someone how's in uncharted territory but is oddly aroused by the possibility. It's also quick. Perky. She's not holding back a damn thing as she brings that chipper speed to her voice, a cadence much different from all of Sombra's sultry rumbles. She leans against you, a firmer sense of want guiding her down to meet you. "You'll pull my bikini down and grope my tits hard. Maybe play with the piercings? I see how much you like them. Emily teases them, but I bet you'd be rough. Pull on them, maybe: All while you fuck my throat harder and tease me for gagging on your dick. You'll train my throat to fit your cock and make me into a good facefuck slut for your enjoyment." As she speaks, Emily feels her up from behind, her hands joining in with yours, but the confidence is all Tracer's now.
As she speaks and paints the picture, your cock throbs and begs for this, definitely wanting everything you're hearing, but also not wanting to occupy her mouth quite yet if these are the threads she'll spin. "I like where you're going. Every time I see you on TV, all I can think of is how much I want to fuck your pretty face. But this ass..." Your hands go lower, smacking across her pert backside and squeezing hard. "It's hard to pick. Tell me about that. How do you think I would deal with fucking your ass?"
"I think you'd bend me over a table, pull my bikini bottoms down, and spank me. So hard. Over and over. Make me raw and red while you slap my ass and make me beg you to just stick it in already." As she speaks, your hand winds up to strike her backside, but it's slower; her feverish words come out so quickly and so helplessly, but you are utterly uncompromising in how you approach this, refusing to give in her speed. "But you won't do it. You'll make Emily push your cock into my ass so she can be a part of you taking my anal virginity, and you'll make sure to kiss my fiancée while you fuck me. That's your right, Master, and I won't be mad. But then, you'll thrust faster, pounding me raw and rearranging my guts with your cock while y--"
"I can't take anymore," Emily gasps, interrupting this, tugging Tracer back into a kiss to shut her up, then pushing one against you, too. "Do it. Fuck her ass. Right now. Please, I need to see it. I need to watch you beak her in with your cock, Master. Won't you fuck Lena's ass? She needs it."
There's an edge of dominance and aggression to the way she begs for your cock, and her grip tightens over Tracer's body, like she's taking control of it. It's a surprising twist, but you feel ready for it as you prepare yourself, grabbing the side tie on her yellow bikini bottoms. They come undone and hit the floor, and you turn Tracer right around, bending her forward and staring at her ripe, begging ass, giving it a hard smack. "Emily, will you do the honours?" you ask, letting her have her fun with this.
"I'd love to, Master." Emily grabs hold of your dick and guides it between Tracer's cheeks, and everything happens so quickly. You thrust forward, sinking slowly into Tracer's tight ass hole as Emily holds your cock and helps it in. It leaves your own hands free to tug the redhead into greedy kisses, pushing your tongue into her mouth and flaunting how this is indeed your right. With utterly shameless pushes you indulge in both your new playthings at once, winding up to begin seeking out a pleasure and a hunger much too primal to stop. Shameless thrusts pound forward with a desire to show off what you can do, to make both these women understand and respect your fiery dominance.
"Your cock feels amazing!" Tracer gasps, tightening up under the submissive fire in her belly as she lets you take her. You're not careful or gentle in how you claim her. Her body is yours, and you intend to make good use of it as she gets her anal virginity taken in a standing, bent-over pounding, and the sweet moans tinted with that airy London accent make this a delightful thrill, keep you thrusting away harder to seek more of it. "This feels even better than I imagined it would, Master. I didn't even need to beg, but I'm happy that you got right to it, and that Emily can see my ass get filled with dick."
Your thrusts aren't careful or composed, bringing on unrestrained delight and a fever strong enough to make a clear, wild mark, pushing stronger on and demanding so much more pleasure than can be helped. Your hips are unstoppable, driven by a wicked throb of aggression and panic you won't slow down for a moment, wanting to keep challenging this mess of indulgence, craving the steady, forward aggression and hunger that demands more of her. Senseless shoves forward and a pounding, primal sense of utter excitement runs through your veins as you push harder against her, seeking her unraveling now as your hips work their magic and push her limits further.
All the while, you kiss Emily, making out with her and groping her all over, feeling the curve of her hips and her softer ass while she spreads Tracer's cheeks apart and keeps up the pressure. You've had threesomes before, but never have they been coloured by a real relationship, never have they brought on these sinful feelings of delightful, wicked invasiveness and depravity. Tracer's body is an alluring treat, but Emily's is right there for the taking, too, and you're shameless about pushing her limits, too. Both women are yours now, and you 're going to have a grand time pushing them both into submission, making them your slaves. Your lovers. It's become so normal it almost feels too good to be true, but your savage slams forward remain senseless and relentless, shivering through a pleasure too grand to resist and too wicked to believe.
"You're fucking her so hard," Emily moans against your lips. "I can't wait to feel that cock inside of me, too. Her words are the enticing tret you need to keep pounding away, wanting more of Tracer and not knowing how to hold back.
"I'm ready to be trained to serve you, Master," Tracer whines, feeding into the dizzy pleasure and offering up her own shameless expressions of want, getting needier and hotter as she bucks back and forth, showing off the desperate state you have her in. She holds her position as best she can, and your shameless slams are getting her noisier, hotter, making her crave your touch and clearly not having much of any idea how to deal with all of it. The pace you strike and the fever with which you fuck Tracer can only end one way, and as you push harder against her and keep her surrendering to your deepest dominance, your focus is only on unraveling her at the seams and making her break down fully for you.
The utter noise that follows as Tracer cums is wild and shameless, a rush of bubbling lust and want that leaves you groaning, aching, slamming forward with one final push of your hips into ecstasy. You let go of your restraint and your cares, and erupt deep into the waiting embrace of Tracer's ass as she screams for you, shouting out attempts at words that trip over themselves as her brain and tongue move at different speeds, and the noises that come out split the difference. It's embarrassing, but in the most adorable and deranged sort of way, as you hold tighter onto her and keep her under your clutches and keep her right where she belongs: losing herself to you.
Once every drop is embedded inside of her, you pull back, drawing out of Tracer's ass and watching as, without any prompting at all, Emily dives in, shoving her face between her cheeks and beginning to eat your creampie out of her. "Allow me to help, Master," she says, or at least tries with her tongue past her lips and pushing deep into Tracer's backside. It's the most sinfully sweet thing you could have imagined, and it didn't even need an order.
"That's perfect," you say, giving Emily's ass a smack, meant to be one of approval and encouragement, but as your hand rests on her backside, it's hard not to notice the way this all lines up for you to do something else to her instead. You decide to take it, tugging Emily around and pulling her into a position with her butt in your lap, guiding your cock into her pussy and slamming into her. "Tracer, you should know that I'm balls deep in your fiancée's pussy right now."
"Good, she deserves to feel nice," Tracer moans, remaining bent forward and pressing her ass back against Emily's face. "Especially while she eats your cum out of my ass. She's been here before, but she's never had a mess to clean up."
Emily's hips press back to meet your thrusts in a steady acceptance of everything you want to do to her. She's happy to keep taking you, pushing harder on against you, demanding pleasure and fire and something utterly unrepentant, and you're happy to keep pounding on, keep using her through and through. Her enthusiasm is even more shameless and intense than Tracer's, driven by the pleading, trembling rush of something completely overwhelming. The pleasure is exciting, and you bring all the most feverish, wild excitement with you as you shamelessly claim her.
"What's happening to Emily right now?" you ask Tracer, wanting more of her speedy, lightning-speed yammering to keep your attention as you thrust faster and rougher, pushing harder into Emily's pussy and savouring how blissful it is to push these limits and let yourself go. This is all such decadent, shameless situation, and the pleasure is absolutely unbelievable.
"She's becoming Master's slut." That seems almost good enough right there, as Tracer expresses the truth of this situation and trembles under the pleasure. "She's cleaning up your mess out of my ass and proving she's a good slut, while your cock breaks her pussy in. If you cum inside of her, she might get pregnant, and I know you're going to cum inside of her, because you can't resist making sure even our bodies know that you own us, right?" Her words cut in tight, the pleasure pulsating through you as you fuck Emily faster. It's a truth you can't even begin to deal with. Not only do you groan, you reach forward and smack Tracer's ass, making her jolt upright and letting you tug at her hair, the roughness getting her louder and hotter as you take your frustrations otherwise all out on Emily's tight snatch.
There's no sense or focus or mercy in any of this. You want to see her come undone at the seams, and you keep pushing that advantage, knowing you have Tracer and Emily both hooked on your cock now and craving more of you. The pleasure is too wild to help, and you're unable to muster up any shred of restraint to hold back from this. Her words have you tightly wound and desperate to keep going, succumbing to a temptation that surges through you as your hips slam forward, and with a raw groan of utter delight, you fill Emily's pussy up, creampieing her and subjecting her to a messy, gooey rush of all the pleasure you just can't help but give in to. It's overwhelming and almost too satisfying to help, keeping you creaking and aching as you hold her in place and draw slowly back.
"Good girls," you groan, eyeing both of them and preparing for more indulgence. You feel like you're only getting more and more tightly wound now, and you crave a chance to keep shoving these limits. "You're right, Tracer." You tug her back around from Emily, to your side as you shove a kiss upon her. She melts against your lips, ready to give up to all of it. "I own both of you, and your bodies are going to learn that." You take her hand, and your other hand seizes Emily's. You get yourself in the middle of them as they straighten themselves out, standing with your cum dripping out of their bodies. "And now, we're to go to the bedroom."
You walk with the two women at your sides, wedged into the middle of their relationship and perhaps all too readily embracing what initially gave you pause. You stride forward and indulge in this excitement, and as get inside, you happen upon the kitchen table, where Sombra sits and eats a sandwich which Mei sits tied to a chair. Elaborate, interconnecting bands of rope not only keep her arms bound behind the hair and then at the small of her back, but come around her breasts to emphasize them, around her thighs legs to keep them pressed together, and just about anywhere else on her body to make sure that she isn't just functionally bound and helpless, but looks prettier for it. A vibrator is jammed into her pussy; you can hear it, and see her thighs grind and shift as she tries to deal with all of this, but the panel gag over her mouth keeps her from speaking up about it, giving Sombra the silence she needs.
"Having fun with your new toys, jefe?" Sombra askes, reclined comfortably and soaking in the utter delight of seeing Mei helpless.
"Those ropes look so pretty," Emily says, shuffling forward and admiring the way that Mei is all tied up. "I've never seen anything like it. All we had back home were fuzzy handcuffs. Could I learn how to do this? Can you teach me? Oh, Master! Can I tie up Lena just like this, please?"
"I like you already," Sombra says smiling brightly. "I would love to teach you how to tie up a slut like this. None of the other girls here deserve to know how, they can't be trusted with that power. But I'd love to teach you everything I know."
"I don't know if I want to spend all day like that," Tracer said, shifting on her feet, a new wave of nervousness washing over her as she felt the pressure and frustration of something that she just couldn't help. "Is she even comfortable?"
"Only one way to find out," Sombra says, reaching to unclasp the hooks that make her gag more of a muzzle for how much it's secured in. It takes a moment to loosen up, but as she begins to pull it back, you can see just which gag Sombra took for the occasion; a dildo on the interior of it is embedded right down her throat. It comes out slowly, drool strands dripping from the shaft as she pulls it back out and tilts it upward, showing off how much of a length had ended up down her throat. You feel Tracer tighten against one side of you, while Emily's excitement on the other side is blatant and indecent. The radical extremes of their lust only intrigues and excites you further. "Mei, how do you feel?"
"It would be nice to scratch my nose, but if you need to practice with your bondage, I don't mind helping. You c--glack glurk." The dildo pushed back into Mei's mouth as Sombra set her gag back up, silencing her swiftly. Mei didn't object or do anything to fight this, remaining steady and firm as she sits in open, waiting acceptance.
"See? She's doing great. Perfect" Sombra gave a dismissive scratch of Mei's nose, deciding that the condescension was worth more than leaving her to struggle with the itch. She looks at the two new girls, as smug and as self-satisfied as can be. "So, Emily, what do you say? Would you like to become my estudiente en cuerda?"
"I don't know what that means, but I do!" Emily gasps. She lays her hands on to Mei's ropework, feeling along it in awe. "Come on, Lena, this seems like fun."
"I hate to interrupt," you say, very glad to interrupt, "but the lessons will have to wait. I still have some breaking in to do." The sight of Mei choking on that dildo gag has filled your head with an idea you need to see through, as you place your hands onto the butts of both girls and begin to walk them off. "Some other time, Sombra. You have enough fun to enjoy right now."
Sombra gives a smug roll of her eyes, but lets you walk off with Emily and Tracer by your sides, ready to seek out the indecent, shameless fun you need more than anything else. You bring them into one of the rooms in the house that hasn't even been indulged in yet, the sweet thrill of a bedroom decorated with an ocean theme, a lavish, blue-trimmed waterbed awaiting the depravity you're about to indulge in. A seascape mural on one wall and a sense of bright, beach-ey colours adds to an atmosphere that feels like the only logical transition after the pool. "Sit on the bed," you order.
The girls do as they're told, settling down in their bikini tops, and you decide it's better to keep them on as they bottomless as you reach into a drawer. The dressers are full of sex toys, and you pull up a monster from the depths, a clear, long double-ended dildo that has many uses, but at the moment, offers up a particularly wicked one. You carry it toward the bed as they watch you, as they look at the toy and shift in frustration and worry. They know what's coming already, and you're all too happy to inflict it upon them. "I want to see the two of you kiss, but you need to have this in your throats while you do. Tracer brought up a good point about training your throats, and I want to see you both try."
The nervous looks from Tracer and the raw enthusiasm from Emily seems par for the course now, teaching you some surprising things about the perky commercial girl. But you don't slow down, handing it off to them and drawing back. "We'll take it down as far as we can, Master," Emily promises, already taking one end of it and starting to suck it down, while Tracer moves a bit more slowly in opening her out up and preparing to take this pressure on. It's utter insanity, but it's an insanity you want to see every second of.
The girls do what they can to start pushing down the toy. They choke and sputter, clearly not used to throating anything, suddenly in way over their heads and struggling to contain themselves as they jerk and shift about, turning in toward one another on the bed, shifting onto their knees and facing in, preparing for this madness. They're both ready to play, ready to give up and burn under the focus and the attention of your steady gaze, waiting and aching, craving the chance to take them both. You don't make your desires subtle; they're forward, they're reckless, and you want to make damn sure they know exactly what's coming as you prepare yourself for this mess, preparing for the crush of pleasure yet to come.
They keep pushing, stubborn and senseless as they shove against the toy, choking harder on it. They start to drool onto each other, pushing along the toy and forcing themselves to handle more. Their heads bob, trying to get a running start on cramming another quarter inch at a time into their untrained throats, reaching a standstill as they do so. The pressure only builds as you keep them in place, wanting them to keep performing, keep giving up to you. It's rapidly becoming a situation neither of them seem ready for, but that's what keeps it so exciting, what makes you crave the chance to push on against more of this.
As they shove down, the spit runs onto their chests and down their bodies. Emily gets further along than Tracer, but even she's struggling, while Tracer seems like she's about to stumble back, almost shaking as she struggles for air. They aren't going to make it, and finally, Tracer tugs back, grabbing the toy for balance as she pulls away but ending up dragging it out of Emily's throat too, the floppy and now soaking wet toy smacking the girls across the thighs as it falls down onto their laps.
"I'm sorry, Master," Tracer whines. "I tried my hardest, but it was too much. I can't go any more."
"We'll keep working at it," Emily reassures you. "We promise, we'll keep training our throats until we can handle it. We want you to feel good, and we won't stop until you're satisfied."
You nod in understanding, stepping forward and pushing your cock into their faces. They both tighten up at attention. "Service me with your breasts and your mouths," you command. "I'll give you a light punishment this time, but in the future, I won't be so gentle. You'll make me cum, then lick each other clean. Do you understand?"
"Yes, master," they both moan, and urge you to relax under their care. You settle onto your back on the bed as they strip off their bikini tops, throwing them aside and showing off two perky pairs of breasts, Tracer's nipples indeed set with barbell piercings that she can't help but toy with and tug at as she settles into your lap, Emily joining her on your other hip. Both pairs of lovely tits settle down onto your lap to begin to tend to you, and you feel ready now to make the most of this, to see your delightful new girlfriends serve you while remaining hopelessly in love with each other. It's an insane angle, but one that feels like it will open up brand new frontiers of depravity yet to be unraveled.