Other slaves

Whore continued to roam the halls, her progress slowed by the unending **** on her pussy. She was so close and yet every time she thought the machine had clearly made a mistake and she was about to cum it shocked her and dashed her hopes. She was so distracted she didn't even notice that she wasn't alone. It wasn't until she heard the unmistakable moans of someone in the throws of an orgasm that she looked up and saw them.

There were two women in the room with her. Both of them were naked except for collars. One of them was trapped in a metal frame that held her awkwardly folded. Her legs were held up near her head and her arms were trapped out to her sides. This had the effect of exposing her pussy and leaving her completely helpless. The other woman had her arms tied behind her back with rope. Her palms were made to touch and it looked rather uncomfortable to Whore. She wore a gag with a large dildo protruding from it. A chain from her collar kept her face within inches of the other woman. Clearly she had been using her dildo gag to pleasure the other woman.

"Hey you," The first woman said, "Jess is feeling a little left out. Why don't you crawl between her legs and eat her out?" Whore started to move, but realized she wasn't compelled to and stopped. She had phrased it as a question, not an order. Then she thought better of resisting, she was at the mercy of everyone here after all. She moved to put herself on her back and her target helped accommodate her until her pussy was hovering right over Whore's face. As Whore began to eat her out she resumed fucking the bound woman with her gag. Whore lost track of the number of orgasms the others had, she couldn't focus on that. All she could focus on was the pussy pressing down on her face, but more importantly her own begging to be touched.

Then suddenly it was all over. Whore hadn't noticed anyone coming in and giving orders, but she did notice when the other woman was suddenly gone. She blinked and looked around. Honeycunt was standing there. "There you are, I was looking for you. Stand up," Whore immediately obeyed, "Time to get you ready for the Mistress. You are really going to wish you'd never spilled that drink on her."

Wish...fuck. Whore tried to think of a wish that could help her, but no matter what she did she would be left at the mercy of the next person to express their wish. It was too risky. Wasn't it?

"Follow me." Honeycunt ordered. Whore had **** but to obey.