Orgy

I don't know what had happened to Emma, ​​but she was thrown beside me, the governess ordered her.

• You will help her and will answer the masters' and mistresses' requests.

Emma's body trembling with fear and pain, her lips parted with a hoarse gasp, the governess pressed her face against the anus of the man who was screwing me.

• Licks deep, she signaled for a master to come and take her while she obeyed.

Emma moaned, her trembling tongue sticking to the anus of the male who was still plowing me, while another man was already pressing himself against her back, his brutal hands spreading her bruised thighs. I saw his fingers sink into her without preparation, her lips turning pale with pain, before he impaled her with a thrust, tearing a hoarse cry from her throat.

Min Mei, the winner of the challenge, joined us. She was also eager to please herself, her dark eyes shining with a cruel thirst. She knelt beside me, her fingers brushing my bruised hip before suddenly sinking into the flesh, her nails like claws. I winced, but my mouth remained sealed to my whipper's sex, who moaned with pleasure as she felt my vibrations against her. She sadistically played with the clamps on my nipples.

Min Mei's fingers dug deeper into my hip, her nails digging half-moon-shaped wounds as she leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. "You're not finished," she purred, twisting the clamps on my breasts until my vision blurred. The pain was sharp, raw, and electric, but my mouth never stopped—sucking, licking, swallowing every trembling gasp from the woman above me.

A sudden jolt of Emma's body caught my attention. The man behind her was thrashing mercilessly, his muffled sobs stifled against the other's ass, his tongue still trapped in that hole.

Min Mei slid her free hand between my trembling thighs, her cold fingers wrapping around the dildo still piercing me, taking over from the mistress who had shoved it up my ass. With a sadistic movement, she twisted it against the machine's imposed rotations, tearing a hoarse moan from my throat that vibrated against my whipper's sex.

"Look at her," she whispered into Emma's ear, her tears of disgust now streaming down the damp skin of the man she was licking.

Emma's tears slid down her cheeks, mingling with the saliva that still connected her mouth to the man's anus. Min Mei, still crouching beside me, increased the pressure of the clamps with a cruel twist, causing a muffled cry to escape my lips. She knew how to make me react, she was a lovely bitch. The vibration rippled through my whipper's sex, and she responded by digging her fingers into my hair to pin me deeper.

As a man took Min Mei more gently, acknowledging his higher status than Emma and me, Min Mei let out a soft sigh as the man lifted her with a certain delicacy, his strong hands encircling her waist. Yet her gaze never left Emma and me, her dark eyes shining with dominance. She arched her back slightly, offering her curves to her partner, undulating her hips to accommodate the sex she intended to honor.

Min Mei's moans grew louder, each thrust punctuated by the sharp dig of her nails into my hip. A bead of blood trickled down my thigh, hot and slick, mixing with the sweat and other fluids staining my skin. The whipper above me rolled her hips harder, tightening her grip on my hair until my scalp burned, forcing me deeper into her body as she shuddered with pleasure. My mouth convulsed around her, each exploration of my tongue only plunging her deeper into her own ecstasy, culminating in ever-more virulent waves of a lesbian orgasm that left her speechless for a long moment.

Even the pounding of my anus by the dildo and my vagina by the umpteenth member didn't matter in the face of such a result; my tongue made her convulse with pleasure.

Min Mei, still shaken by the last waves of her pleasure, slid her fingers along my sides, tracing burning lines on my bruised skin. Her hand stopped at the base of my neck, pressing just enough to elicit a muffled moan from my throat, a sound that vibrated once more against the throbbing sex of my whipper.

Emma's muffled sobs filled the air. She played her role so well, her body trembling as the man behind her had her straddle his penis while another stepped forward and sodomized her. She screamed, but I knew it was her favorite position, even if these rapists were brutal.

Emma's body arched violently as the second man rammed her from behind, her muffled scream drowned out by the first man's flesh. Her thighs trembled like a plucked bowstring, her suppleness betraying pleasure beneath the pain as the two men manipulated her with perfect rhythm.

Min Mei roughly withdrew my dildo, eliciting a moan of delight from me. She said,

• I'm going to show you my punch.

Before I knew it, she took advantage of my dilated anus to slide her hand inside before forming a closed fist inside me, which she began to move in and out.

The audience erupted in joy, laughter and applause mingling with muffled moans and the slapping of flesh. Min Mei, her lips curled into a carnivorous grin, pushed her fist deeper into me, her knuckles scraping my walls with sadistic precision. Each movement **** a hoarse sound from my throat, a mixture of pain and submission that seemed to further excite the crowd.

The laughter and applause mingled with muffled moans and the slapping of flesh. Min Mei, her lips curled into a carnivorous smile, pushed her fist deeper into me, her knuckles scraping my walls with sadistic precision. Each movement wrenched a harsh sound from my throat, a mixture of pain and submission that seemed to further excite the crowd.

Emma and I formed a chorus of unfeigned screams, sisters in the sensory storm that assailed us with no more mercy than those who subjected us to the worst outrages.

Min Mei tightened her fist inside me, her knuckles scraping my sensitive walls with calculated brutality. My stomach contracted violently, a spasm of pain and shame that arched me forward, my mouth tearing against my will from the whipper's sex. A hoarse groan escaped me—less a moan than a stifled cry.

I was nothing more than a receptacle for her assaults. How long it lasted, I don't know, but the volunteers to satisfy their brutal urges dried up, becoming increasingly interested in other tormented girls. Wanting to close our session, Min Mei withdrew her fist, eliciting a moan from me, and ordered us under the amused gaze of the last witnesses.

• Clean my fist by licking it, girls. Teyla has soiled it; she doesn't wash herself enough there. We'll see about an enema another time.

Min Mei extended her glistening fist toward us, her skin stained with intimate marks that we had to, under penalty of punishment, cleanse with our tongues. Emma leaned in first, her trembling lips brushing the knuckles still warm from my ****, her wet eyelashes sweeping the air as she licked with a docility that broke my heart.

I knelt in turn, shame burning my cheeks, my tongue trailing over the cruel palm that had pounded me. Min Mei spread her fingers in front of my mouth, demanding that I linger between her knuckles, where my own body had left a wet, salty mark. My tongue traced slow circles, each patch of skin cleaned with humiliating precision, while Emma, ​​next to me, gasped against our tormentor's wrist.

This humiliating yet thrilling moment lasted a long time. When Min Mei decided it was enough, she wiped our saliva against my hair, turned around, and knelt on all fours before the housekeeper.

• Mistress, if you allow me, I would like to treat my friends and for us to be able to wash ourselves. I might as well make a show of it in the glass showers I see over there. Do I have your permission?