Comply Eagerly

"Okay," you agree, not wanting to earn more pain. You've seen what he does to girls who defy him to the point of really angering him, after all.

"Good. Since you spoke up, sweetie, you get to play the role of the dom. Now use Twenty the way I know you want to. I mean, those tits? That hair? C'mon. Make her your bitch."

You have to admit he has a point. Twenty is a perfect image of a bimbo. Dumb, blonde, huge tits and ass... and it'd be nice to take some of your frustration out on something helpless and pathetic. Twenty fits that definition all right.

"Yes, Sir," you agree. You rise to your feet and bend down to look at Twenty. "Hey whore, get up." Twenty complies, shaking. You wrench her up by her hair when she doesn't comply fast enough. "Strip. I wanna see those tits without the blue." Her hands are shaking as she unbuttons her shirt.

You feel glad. Good. She should feel scared. Pathetic bitches like her are only good for someone to use. It might as well be you.

Under that, though, there's guilt. Twenty is just like you. She'd rather live a different life, and you're making this one worse. But you're blinded by rage.

"Faster," you snap. "Or do you need instructions? You're so dumb you probably do, don't you?" She squeaks.

Her shirt is open now, and you tear the sides of it over her shoulders and throw the dress onto the ground. Her bare breasts heave. The fear in her wide blue eyes makes your slit wet with anticipation.

"Now, take that petticoat off too. But leave the heels and stockings." Twenty complies. "Now turn around and bend over." You turn to John. "Do we have something I can fuck her with?" He grins. He reaches into the desk drawer and pulls out a strap-on.

"Thought I'd have to make you use it," he chuckles. You put the toy on. John hits a remote that makes it vibrate against your clit. "Now, fuck that whore. I know you want to." You do. You so do.

You play with Twenty's clit a little before you shove your strap-on into her cunt. She whines. You keep playing with her clit, mixing pleasure with humiliation for her. She moans, pants, shakes trying to keep her balance. When you begin to thrust, her tits bounce. You can see John jerking off to it, and you feel the buzz against your clit.

The humiliation makes you move faster. This really cements your position as a ****. He can make you do whatever he wants, can't he? You even enjoy it, too. You're a slut and so's Twenty for signing up for this. Your knee twitches when your clit experiences the combination of friction and vibration.

You can't stop. You have to fuck her until you reach your high. But she deserves it, right? She was practically begging for a strap in her pathetic pussy. Those puffy, pouty lips, her permanent blush...

"You're such a whore," you grunt. "Always flaunting your tits, Hell, you got into this position on purpose didn't you? You've been begging to get used and humiliated since the beginning. How long have you been a slut?" When she doesn't answer right away you slap her ass. "Answer me, whore, or do I have to teach you some manners?"

"Y-Years!" Twenty admits. "I was a slut before I was even declared Sir's property." You grin and drive the strap on the furthest it's gone in yet. Twenty moans.

As you keep going, fucking this girl meecilessly, John strokes himself. He smirks as he watches you both spasm, grunt and moan. This is a nice show. Both of you are so good for him, so slutty and fuckable. Your bodies are so easy to torment. Every inch of skin is ready for him to pinch, bite, slap. Such good whores.

He stands up and shoves his cock down Twenty's throat as you fuck her cunt. Her gasps and moans are little more than gurgles now. He can see tear tracks on her flushed face. When he comes, he pulls out and cums all over her mouth, directly on her tongue.

She swallows, a loud gulp. He wrenches her mouth open and spits into it. She swallows that too.

"Good bitch," he praises her. You slap her ass and drive your plastic dick further into her again.

"Thank you!" Twenty gasps. "Thank you, thank you!" She spasms wildly and squirts a little. Then she falls limp. Your own release takes you soon after, but you keep fucking her through it. You have to. This slut needs to take it all.

"Good," John says. "But neither of you are done, are you? Nah, I don't think so. My fuck toys need to be played with, don't they? So here's what I want: since you did so well for me, you choose. Either you fuck her again with me or she can fuck you."