Lesbian zombie bathtime

Movement draws your attention from one of the alcoves. One of the women - you realize they are all hairless including their bald heads - begins to descend the steps towards the cauldron. Then another and another and another until four of them are walking into the water with you.

"My servants may be mindless, but their enthusiasm is undiminished," calls Alyssa.

The first woman, big-breasted, covered in tattoos, sinks into the water beside you. She has a blank expression on her face as she approaches you. Another woman, more slender but no less beautiful, eases into the water on your other side. Ahead of you is a woman with full lips and a long nose and when you look back you see a dark skinned woman with huge areolae and fat nipples on her massive tits.

You are afraid of their single-minded intensity as they close in around you. The black woman slips her arms beneath yours and slides her hands around to cup your breasts. The woman in front of you presses herself against you and mashes her lips to yours. You cry out against her uninvited kiss and her tongue forces its way into your mouth. As you are kissing you feel the woman on your left slide her hands to your ass and the woman on your right explore your submerged slit with her long fingers.

"Most bathers at least put up a fight," mocks Alyssa. "I think you wanted it."

At the sound of her words you begin to struggle, but it is futile. The women are extremely strong and seemingly unharmed by your **** flailing of arms. You are completely at their mercy. Two of the women press you back to the rim of the cauldron so that the back of your neck is against the hot curve of metal. They lift your body in the steaming water so that you are on the surface, your breasts moving with the currents, water spilling from every curve.

The woman with the full lips is between your legs, standing, still kissing you and working her tongue into your mouth. Her hands move to your cunt as the black woman move her mouth to your breasts. She sucks at your fat nipples, running her tongue around and around them and then sucking onto a large mouthful of titflesh. You moan, unable to resist the lure of pleasure. The two women holding you upright massage your shoulders and neck.

You give in completely to their massaging fingers. You moan and return the kiss at your lips. Your tongue presses into her mouth even as her fingers slide inside your welcoming quim.

"She is hardly more than a flesh puppet," laughs Alyssa. "Look at her. Driven wild by the lightest touch."

Your face burns with humiliation but you cannot defy her words. You allow the women to pull you onto a stone shelf within the water, their dripping, tattooed bodies joining you. The woman with the full lips moves down your body, kissing the whole way, sending thrills through you as her tongue finds your eager cunt. The black woman squats above you, lips parting to reveal pink beneath her dark folds. She lowers her sex to your mouth and you hungrily suck, driving your tongue into her and tasting her sweet juices.

Your licking earns you a round of applause from the gallery.

A confusion of tongues and breasts and fingers and nipples and clenching arses follows. The women are strong and passionate, guiding your face between their legs, pressing their asses to your tongue and returning the favors tenfold with skilled explorations of your body. You cum, writhing in their limbs, and cum again, kissing the big-breasted woman who first entered the water. You press her onto her back and roll atop her, your fingers at her cunt as the others use their fingers to drive into your juicy quim and your eager arse.

Orgasmic cries and vigorous gyrations are met with applause and amused catcalls. You perform for Alyssa and her audience to the point of exhaustion. The tattooed women with the dull expressions seem tireless. After seeming hours, you hang limp in their arms, a ragdoll to be licked and sucked and fingered.

Finally, they pull you from the water entirely, carrying you up the stairs to a room where they oil your body and clad you in the slightest garment of white silk. It ties at your waist and barely covers your breasts and quim. They mindlessly apply makeup and scents to you, transforming you into an exotic delicacy with long, black lashes and your crimson hair pulled back and tied in a golden ring. Your nipples jut beneath the silk and the fabric clings to your mound.

At least you feel refreshed. After all the filth you've endured you feel clean and beautiful. The jailer intrudes, trailing Worm, and clamps the collar around your neck once more to remind you of your position. He prods you out of the room containing the tattooed women and down a long hallway to another chamber.

You blink as you step into a well-furnished bedroom. An enormous bed with four great posts carved with gargoyles and demons sits in the center of the room. Alyssa is waiting for you, a cruel smile on her face.

"Now it is time to meet your first suitor," she laughs. "He is so very excited for you."

She gestures to a wide door and one of her companions, an effeminate man in vintage finery, opens the door to reveal your "suitor."