Chapter 13: Real, Living, Hand-Puppets

Continued from chapter 12:

I spank Hazel in time with her orgasm, making it more intense as she cums again and again, being filled with Raven and Paige's sticky release as she surrenders completely.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

She is nothing but a vessel now, a creature of pure reflex, sobbing and moaning into the rubber as the warm, artificial fluid floods her mouth and her core. Her vision blurs, the world reducing to the sting of my palms, the throb of the motors, and the overwhelming feeling of being completely, utterly conquered.

I continue spanking Hazel all the way through her orgasm as Raven and Paige shudder under their own climaxes. The little vibrating nodes of their own strap-ons push them across the finish line. They each push into Hazel one last time, emptying the remains of their simulated semen into her, before sliding out.

Chapter 13:

Hazel collapses against the bench, still bound, sobbing as simulated semen dribbles from her mouth and trails down her inner thighs, pooling beneath her in a disgraceful puddle.

The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by the ragged, uneven breathing of four bodies and the distant hum of the pool filter outside. Hazel lies limp against the bench, her limbs heavy and useless, her chest heaving with residual tremors. Her glasses are crooked, smeared with moisture, and her blonde bob is plastered to her forehead in tangled clumps.

Raven exhales a long, shaky breath, her shoulders rising and falling as she pulls the strap-on free with a wet, suctioning sound. She stands there for a moment, swaying slightly, her pale skin flushed and glistening with sweat. A thin sheen of the simulated ejaculate coats her stomach and thighs.

"Okay," Raven grins, catching her breath. "That was intense. Paige, how do you want to end this? We all need to get cleaned up a bit, especially Hazel and Ero."

"What about a game of puppet master?" Paige laughs, her voice breathless and playful.

"Ooohhh, Paige, you naughty girl," Raven laughs, shaking her head.

They proceed to untie the completely spent Hazel and make her bend over the bench. Paige leads me to bend over next to her, our forearms on the bench, our feet on the floor, our legs spread, our bottoms upturned as we look at our debauched forms in the mirror. We see Raven and Paige standing behind us, smiling.

Hazel's legs give way the second the restraints fall, and she nearly collapses into the mess on the floor. She's shaking too hard to stand straight, her knees knocking together as she is guided into position. Her face is still burning, a mixture of exhaustion and a profound, terrifying sense of exposure.

As she bends over the bench, her arms trembling, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror—reddened, weeping, and thoroughly used. She looks like a stranger to herself.

Paige, ever the instigator, steps up beside me with a wicked glint in her green eyes. She positions herself with practiced ease, her athletic body tensed and ready, her grin widening as she sees the reflection of the scene. She doesn't seem bothered by the sweat or the aftermath; if anything, she looks energized by the chaos.

I gasp as I hear the snap of medical gloves. Raven and Paige pull on black latex medical gloves and begin to coat their hands with lubrication.

"What's a puppet master?" I ask, my voice trembling.

"Well," Raven says, her low voice carrying an edge of menace, "Paige and I are going to slide our whole hands inside you and Hazel's bottoms and make you our real, living hand puppets."

Paige grins, her dimples deepening. "Then you and Hazel are going to try to pleasure each other."

"First one to cum becomes the slave of the winning puppet," Raven continues, her eyes gleaming. "The bottom bitch of our little quartet. And after we clean ourselves up, you get treated to an absolute thrashing from the winning puppet master."

"While the winning puppet master gets to spank the losing puppet master over her knee," Paige finishes, stepping closer to me.

"Now who do you want to be your puppet, Raven?" Paige asks. "Ero or Hazel?"

Hazel's eyes go wide behind her smudged glasses, a small, panicked noise escaping her throat. The idea of having a gloved hand inside her while simultaneously trying to perform is enough to make her brain short-circuit. She stares at the black latex, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She's terrified, yes, but underneath the anxiety, there is a spark of that hidden hunger—the part of her that wants to be pushed until she breaks again.

Hazel and I wait, our bottoms in the air, while Raven and Paige decide who their puppet will be.

Raven tilts her head, her dark eyes scanning the two of us bent over the bench. She runs a gloved finger along the edge of her lip, a slow, calculating smirk spreading across her face. She looks at Hazel, seeing the tremor in her shoulders, and then shifts her gaze to me, noting the flushed skin and the defiant tilt of my chin despite the circumstances.

"Oh, this is going to be delicious," Raven murmurs, her voice dropping to that dangerous, low register. She steps toward Hazel first, the snap of the latex gloves echoing in the room. She reaches out, her fingers hovering just inches from Hazel's trembling thigh. "I think I'll start with the scholar. She's so tightly wound... I wonder how much it takes to make her unravel."

"Great, I'll take Ero," Paige says, her grin wicked, her dimples forming.

Both women spread our bottoms and pour copious amounts of lubrication into my anus and Hazel's. Kneeling behind us, they begin to push their fingers into us, then their hands—one finger, then two, then three, the stretch burning and exquisite all at once—until finally they are wrist-deep in our bottoms, and we are their puppets.

To be continued in chapter 14...