Minimum effort

You half-heartedly run your tongue over Xyryx's pussy. While you do give attention to all of the sensitive parts, you spend almost as much time glancing over at where Kella has her face buried in Mistress's own gash.

Mistress looks unimpressed, but when you look up, so does Xyryx.

You complete your distracted eating out, finally drawing a lazy orgasm from the Arachne in front of you. Looking around, Mistress is in a similar state.

"I would suggest we call it a draw," says Mistress, "but I think we both lost."

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As you are walking home she questions you. "What happened? Xyryx's **** was useless, yet you were only able to draw with her."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I kept getting distracted by what Kella was doing with you."

"I see. Well, if distraction is your problem, I can think of little more distracting than agonising pain at random intervals. Once we get home, I will put a pain rod in your cunt. You will carry it until you can bring me to an orgasm with just your mouth in a satisfactory time."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Once we get home, you are to go and prepare dinner for yourself, and then feed the incubators. I will find a rod for you."