Marks of Possession

The crack of the leather echoed through the room as Rafaela wrapped the horse belt around Isabela's neck, pulling her forward until her breasts swayed inches from Luana's face. The blonde was tied to the headboard, her wrists bound by red silk ribbons that marked her skin.

"You wanted to serve?" Rafaela ripped Isabela's apron off with a tug, leaving her back exposed to the first blow of the whip.

*Crack!*

The reddish mark appeared immediately on the pale skin. Isabela screamed, but arched her back, offering more. Luana, kneeling beside the bed, was already licking her lips as she watched the mark form.

"Don't look," Rafaela grabbed Luana's hair and shoved her face between Isabela's legs. "LICK. Until she screams my name."

Luana obeyed voraciously, her tongue invading Isabela's already swollen vagina while Rafaela mounted her mouth from behind, pushing her penis down her throat with brutal thrusts. The whip fell again, this time crossing Isabela's buttocks, who groaned loudly against Luana's mouth.

"Don't stop," Rafaela ordered, quickening her movements as she gripped Isabela's hips and pushed her against Luana's tongue. "Until she comes in your face."

Isabela trembled, her fingers digging into the mattress as Luana sucked her clitoris like a dying woman. When orgasm hit her, it was with a hoarse cry that made Rafaela laugh, pulling her hair back.

"Now you," she turned Luana onto her back and threw her on top of Isabela, shoving three fingers into her vagina without warning. "Come with her."

Luana howled as Rafaela's fingers found her most sensitive spot, rubbing it in circular motions that made her arch like a bow. Isabela, still panting, bit her neck while her bound hands caressed her companion's thighs.

"COME!" Rafaela thrust her fist inside Luana up to her wrist, making her scream as the muscles around her arm contracted. Isabela followed, squirting onto the bed with a moan that sounded like a prayer.

When Rafaela finally released them, both fell onto the soaked sheets, the marks of the whip and bites glistening on their skin.

"Tomorrow," Rafaela ran her tongue over the bloodied whip, "I'll write my name on these marks. Permanently."

And they trembled with anticipation.