Finale Tanja

Lisa entered the last side room and closed the door with a soft click. The slender brunette with the sassy pixie cut leaned relaxed against the windowsill and looked at her calmly. “Tanja… are you our last hope?”

Lisa explained the plan a bit more directly this time, almost playfully: “Svenja is completely done for—she can’t even begin to handle the swing. You slip into her outrageously expensive white wedding lingerie, put on the veil, and we’ll paint ‘free use’ across your ass. Florian won’t be fucking his own wife on his wedding night… but you. Just the way you deserve it.”

Tanja bit her lower lip briefly, then a small, knowing smile flitted across her face. “I’m bi… and I’ve actually always thought Florian was pretty cute. After we gave him such a rough time in the container, I think he deserves a little fun too. If I’m hanging in the swing wearing Svenja’s wedding lingerie and a veil, and he thinks he’s fucking his own wife… then that’s kind of fair. And hot. I’m in.”

She didn’t hesitate for long and added with sparkling eyes: “And tell Lisa—hang me in there belly-down. I want my tits to dangle freely so he can squeeze and slap them while he takes me from behind. Maybe he should use my open mouth too, if he feels like it. I want him to really have fun and see me as his personal, willing wedding toy—fair is fair.”

Tanja undressed without a trace of shame. Her slender, toned body shimmered in the subdued light; her small, firm breasts with dark nipples were instantly hard. She slipped into Svenja’s sheer white lingerie—the lace bodysuit stretched perfectly over her hips—and let the veil drape over her short hair. Then she pressed the wide O-ring gag into Tanja’s hand.

“Here. You know what to do, you little bi-wedding whore. Open your mouth wide and strap it on yourself.”

Once they arrived in the swing room, Lisa turned her over onto her stomach. Tanja was laid face-down across the wide leather straps, her thighs spread wide and strapped tight so that her small, firm ass jutted upward and her pussy lay completely open.

“So you really want to treat Florian fairly, huh? How nice of you.” Lisa reached for the lube and the anal plug—a medium-sized, black silicone plug with a wide base—and slowly but firmly pushed it into Tanja’s lubricated ass. “It stays in there until Florian maybe pulls it out. So you’re nice and stretched and ready.”

Then she fetched two silver nipple clamps with small weights. She clamped the left nipple first, then the right one tightly. The weights immediately pulled on the tits hanging from the , making them sway even more. Tanja moaned softly through the ring gag.

Finally, Lisa picked up the heavy leather paddle, took a swing, and landed four hard, smacking blows on Tanja’s raised ass—left, right, left, right. The skin turned red immediately. “So you know what it feels like when Florian uses you as a free-use wedding toy.” Then she took some more gel out of her pocket. Tanja likes it rougher, after all. She rubbed it on her nipples, asshole, and clit. At first, nothing happened. Then Tanja moved slowly. Lisa read the description aloud again. Warming, circulation-boosting ointment. Do not apply to mucous membranes. Side effects: heat generation.

Lisa stepped back and looked at the slender Tanja, lying face down—her tits swaying heavily with the glittering clamps, her ass labeled “free use” and reddened by the paddle, the plug deep inside. She began to writhe, thereby applying pressure to her nipples.