Our typical weekend (Friday)

It's Friday evening, and Faith and Charity have finally finished their last fucking session this week with me in the middle of that all of course, and I was happy for finally some little sexual relaxation in the weekend, when my sexual frustration comes at least to a halt and doesn't consume me that much.

My sisters have pretty comfortable life. For being the biggest freak in the world, with 12 limbs and 3 heads, they don't have to worry about some creep hurting them, because try to hurt 2-meter tall mountain of limbs with little to no regard to human decency. And with being 2-meter tall freaks, they attracted lots of creeps who would just honestly pay them for their services and treat them with respect. So accordingly, them, as young as 22, living in the biggest city in the thousands of miles radius, working as independent prostitutes secured them with very comfortable life.

We live in a spacious, luxurious condo with 2 floors and over 2000 square feet of living space. And what a beautiful apartment it is... We have pink walls with lots of sex-themed artifacts all-around, big shower with artificial intelligence and radio, plasma TV in a bathroom, a bigger plasma TV in the bedroom and the biggest one in our living room with 80 inches diagonal with 6 speakers of the best quality, including 2 high-quality subwoofers. We have big beautiful kitchen of grey-silver coloring that's very clean, because it's rarely used. Faith and Charity too often order takeout and rarely cook themselves. And there is finally our bedroom.

We have king-sized bed, big enough for us, and 2 more men. It had golden silk sheets with value of at least $3.000 and around it was Persian carpet. Of course I cannot forget dresser room that's part of our bedroom. And what a huge pile of decadence that was! My sisters own at least 100 sex toys: Many types and sizes of dildos, one-sided, double-sided, inflatable, vibrators, non-vibrating, as well as gags, hand-cuffs, shock devices and so on. And I haven't even mentioned the clothes yet. It was all leggings, overalls, coats, jackets, skirts, dresses, catsuits, blouses that had all one thing in common: None of them were from any material that could be described as cheap or frumpy. It was all satin, velvet, silk, spandex, leather and of course latex. I always despised latex, as it felt like besides being trapped by my own body, I feel, like I'm being being pressed by some slimy alien piece of shit and for some reason, it gives me feeling of claustrophobia, perhaps because of how it deprives skin off air, it then adheres to my sweat and even though I feel extremely powerless already, the sensation of sticky fabric clutching my chest and genitals makes it even worse. Despite, or perhaps because of it, Faith and Charity wear it the most. Like just now. We often wear some outrageous all-latex attire. Right now, it is short 3-colored latex navel-free top and knee-high skirt. Faith's side is black, Charity's is white, mine is smoke, just so my 4 tiny breasts and neglected pussy can be seen by everyone. On top of that, 3 black and 3 white high-heel shoes and 3 black and 3 white latex opera gloves. Plus special customized latex panties with 6 holes for legs. Knowing how much I love latex, they ordered the design of our attire so my third is the tightest.

Yep, you betcha my sisters are incredibly successful. It turns out that there are millions and millions of people intrigued by 2-meter tall body shared by 3 girls with 12 limbs. They are willing to pay them thousands of dollars for an hour of femdom session. There is waiting list with thousands of creeps that wait even years to pay fortune for the most bizarre fuck-o-rama you can only dream about.

They just finished their 3-hour session with some gaming YouTuber with femdom fetish and I couldn't wait to finally go home and somebody finally pulls out a buttplug from me. My sisters like to eat a lot and that sometimes make me quite flatulent. Since I am their easy target for blame without trying to emphasize with my basic needs, they always put buttplug on Monday and pull it out on Friday, so the farting doesn't disgust their customers. "POP" is what could be heard coming from my ass and I urged Faith and Charity to go to the toilet ASAP: "Pffppfffpfrrhh splashschlappsplashschlapp" was the noise you could hear the moment we sat from the 5 days of holding it back, much to their displeasure and my relief. Faith and Charity give me somewhat mixed treatment. On some days they treat me softly (but definitely not nicely) and other days, they are giving me their signature agonizing, traumatizing ****, like some carrot and stick. It appears that the next couple of days will be the latter.

When I finished shitting, Faith and Charity for no apparent reason, put all 6 of their hands that were clad with gloves of thick black and white latex to my face, much to my cringe, and started "massaging" all over my head and neck, much to my despair. Faith then started to say: "You know, Hope, we really like. You know that, right?" And I just replied: "Uh-huh." and she continued: "But sisterhood requires some boundaries and I think you know what boundaries me and Charity have set up. Like don't try to mess up with our privacy, or you will be sorry about that. You realize that?" And I once again responded weakly: "Uh-huh" As if they haven't been making this clear to me since birth and as if I was ever in the position of interfering with anything ever, she added: "This weekend, we have something special and you will not ruin it to us. Or else..."

Charity then picked up a piece of my shit with her right latex-gloved hand and put it right under my nose. When I bent my neck backwards from disgust, Faith then grabbed my head from behind with her right hand. Charity then started to slowly and "elegantly" smear the shit over my face like it was a paintbrush and my head was canvas while I was cringing to the point of almost gagging. She then shoved the rest into my mouth. She covered my mouth, while Faith pinched my nose, knowing that I won't be able to hold breath for too long. I had no other option than just chew the shit as quickly as I could as if I was hungry for it, while at the same time I cringed in the face so much that I nearly got cramps in my face, and swallowed it and I couldn't but gasp for air in spite of the disgusting stench.

"Or else you will regret it really hard. Understood?" Faith finished for Charity and I nodded with my mouth still open with disgust, feeling like I'm about to start crying. "You'll be nice, you'll nothing but smile, you'll act happy and won't dare to make one implication that you have some problem. Or next time, you will think that shit tastes like candy next to it, OK?" Charity "explained" to me and I nodded. This gave me uncomfortable feeling. They are typically just ordinary bullies who enjoy annoying me and deny me comfort, like forcing me to wear clothing I hate. But when they give me stick, it's usually a foreshadowing of something utterly, sickeningly depraved as far as my autonomy is concerned. I had nothing to do but guess what will that be next time.

When they wiped our or "my" ass, they got up and brushed our teeth. They started with mine by giving me 3 doses of mouthwash to get rid of the shit in my mouth. When they were torturing me, they always took care so they don't mutilate me or cause me to deteriorate in appearance in some way, because it would be bad for their business. They they brushed their own and washed their make-up. But they didn't wash "mine". We then went straight to bedroom, with my face still covered in shit. For a while, they watched some soap crap in our TV, then they opened a window and took off the latex stuff, leaving us naked. While we often share one big blanket, this time, Faith and Charity had one each on the side of the bed, leaving my narrow slice naked, exposed, defenseless. Not to mention that I could only guess what they would do to me, if I stain our mega-expensive sheets.

Before we went to sleep, they both grabbed a dildo and masturbated for about 30 minutes. Of course not before they put nose pinchers on, so my stench won't trouble them. I thought I'd go deaf and not just from their moaning and cursing, but also the excitement and sexual frustration building up in me. I thought I would get a cardiac arrest if I had a heart. It was so intense and overwhelming that I out of desperation stuck my tongue to lick my own pussy, even though it was about 3 feet away. I knew that this could never happen, but my desperation almost every day **** me to hope that some another freaky star realignment happened in the Space that caused someone to suddenly grow much longer tongue and that someone could be me. But it never did and likely never will. Then I once again started to feel like crying, but knowing that I would smudge the shit on my face, I kept myself from crying.

When they fell asleep, I was called from the opened window. Just as intended. It wasn't enough that our freaky body constitution made it hard for me to fall asleep in general, it wasn't enough that I had shit on my face and no nose pincher or the sexual frustration. They also took the effort to make me cold. It was a summer night, but still so called that if I had any limbs, I would crouch and shiver. I could feel my 4 nipples stiffen and getting goosebumps. And all I had was thinking about what they might do to me this weekend, when usually, I would just be **** to pity myself and hating on my life for being born conjoined with no useful extremities and to such psychos.

As if that wasn't enough, a few flies came in through the window. And I knew what's gonna come next. They flew to me, because they certainly like the shit on my face. Of course, they do. They're flies. 2 sat on my face and 2 on my chest. I couldn't wave them away with no arms and I couldn't contort my torso to make them fly away, because I only had one third of it. I could only blow them away to no success. They love shit, so they always landed back on me. And again, and again and again. After about 20 minutes, I gave up and just succumbed to the tickle **** on my face and 4 tiny breasts. I was being bored to **** like every night, felt like every minute of the sleepless night felt like an hour and had nothing left to do bur pity and keeping myself from moving my head too much, so I don't anger my sisters by staining the bed or themselves with a shitstain they made.