The quest for the largest strap on

Sarah feels clean, not emotionally or spiritually, but physically. Each and every inch of her body had been cleansed by her owner. By the woman that would keep her forever no matter what depravity she descended into.

Two men entered the showers as they were heading out but they seemed far more interested in each other than they were in the young ladies. Sarahs pussy pulsed with a little dissapointed drip of desire. It also sent a sharp pain through her body.

"Yeah, a longer break might be needed" sarah muttered, not that she would mind being broken again. Especially if her mistress commanded it she thought as she moved her body closer to Diannas.

Walking along the trails they could hear a couple of the stages with their music blasting at a moderate volume. A few people running past on there way to one thing or the other, most having long abandoned their festival wear for the ease of access of simple nudity.

The girls understood that sentiment. Each having brought several changes but feeling no inclination to head back to the car to grab them simply loving the freedom of the wind and sun upon their exposed skin.

More than a few were still bare with the exception of intricate body painting covering them, usually with a large variety of smudges and lines where various fluids had dripped along. In the light they were not as vibrant but still beautiful excentuated by the signs of carnal pleasure.

The two made their way to the market as everyone was setting up for the day. Food trucks and merchants selling trinkets filled the clearing and a generators rough humm filled the air as coffees began to be brewed.

Both of their stomachs began to grumble as the scents of sustenance percades their senses. Another problem presented itself that they cant believe they had forgotten, being completely naked limited the ability to bring any form of currency.

"Maybe they will accept barter?" Dianna asked as she gave her own tanned little ass a quick pat down in a muscle memory movement as she debated the twenty minute walk back to the car to grab their money.

"What would we have to barter with?" Sarah asked as she looked around

"The only object I own" Dianna replied as she slapped Sarah on her porcelain cheeks hard enough to leave a hand print.

Sarah squeeked and rubbed her tender tushe as they made their way through the assembling stalls in search of an object to turn that squeek into a scream.

More of the groggy festival goers had begun their journey into the market area to find sustienence. A few costumes im various forms of disrepair. One woman stumbled by on her way to the showers was so covered in cum that she must have been the focus of at least a fifty man bukkake party. A small trail of at least some of the participants followed behind her, two of them already stroking themselves as they readied to make use of her again once she became clean.

Diannas grip upon sarahs hand tightened and she began to pull, it took a second for sarah to realize why, as she felt herself being pulled towards a kiosk where a young indian woman wearing a chaniya skirt and nothing else aside from golden chains that did nothing more than accentuate her body. Her long raven hair was swept over one of her shoulders. When their gazes drifted towards her brown breasts, they were almost the size of mangos tipped with the darkest nipples either of them had seen.

She was pulling a variety of dildos and other sex toys from a plethora of boxes and displayed them across a shelf.

"Jackpot" dianna said as she dragged her little **** behind her as she prepared to barter for the biggest strap on to violate Sarahs little chocolate starfish with.

Based on the sizes of some of the toys already being up on display. Sarah began to sweat. The longest of which on display was the size of her forearm. Her rectal cavity clenched in concern as she megan to imagine her organs being displaced by that monster.