So, so badly

"Mmhhh! Mmh!!" You whine affirmatively and nod, ****.

You are so eager to have that sweet promise of pleasure you've been ignoring for nearly an hour, and Heather's fingers definitely know what they're doing. You don't even consider the consequences of agreeing, as long as you get to come. 'Please don't stop...’

She doesn't stop. If anything her pressure increases as she whispers into your ear, "Come, Slut."

And you do. An indescribable shockwave of pleasure tears through you, stronger than anything you've ever known. You moan loudly into Marks hand, suddenly grateful for his arms to steady you as your legs tremble.

After a few seconds of everything going a little fuzzy around you, your senses return and your body relaxes. The orgasm passes, leaving you a little breathless. You feel a strange tingle all over your body that you suspect has something to do with your curse, but you don't have time to think about it.

Heather's grinning face fills your vision. "Oh my god, that looked like a good one. Is it the piercing, or are you just that hard up?" She ponders that for a second, clearly uninterested in your answer. "In any case, that was hot. I'm so wet."

Mark's sudden laugh from behind you startles you. "You sure you want to do this, Heather? Your belt doesn't come off for another week and a half. You know how you get."

She pulls her hand from your snatch and waves it dismissively. "It'll be worth it. Look at her. We've always wanted an anonymous threesome. Don't tell me you aren't dying to fuck her. You know how you get while I'm wearing the belt. A whole month without pussy is too long for you."

Mark laughs. "So I get some pussy and you get to suffer in chastity just for a chance to watch. You're such a freak, I love it, but remember when this is all over, you wanted this."

"Yeah, yeah," she returned her attention to you, still breathing a little heavily. For some reason, the couple talking about you like you weren't even there was kind of exciting. "Now, I hope we don't have to worry about you screaming or trying to run away if we let you go."

You nod. You don't have anywhere to go anyway and, if you're being honest with yourself, you want to see how this plays out. You've never been anyone's ****, even for fun. As a man you'd have been offended at the very idea. But as a woman, it feels right.

"Good. Don't forget, you're our ****, and that means we own your ass. Be anything other than a nice, obedient little **** and we'll have to punish you. Let her go, Mark."

Mark releases you and even removes your handcuffs. You wonder awkwardly what to do next, but Heather takes charge and makes it clear what she expects from her new ****.