Sue Storm Has Her First Lesbian Gangbang

There was a couch. A small stage. A glass of champagne, waiting for her. Sue Storm sat, a nervous knot inside her stomach. She picked up the glass and took a sip. Let the bubbly, slightly yeasty dry wine coat her tongue. It was good. Of course, given what she was paying, it should be.

Sue was half-way through the glass when the women began to file in. Naked as before, but now each of them was wearing a strap-on. The Invisible Woman's eyes widened. She hadn't expected that.

"Madam, now shall you see our Roman hunting," the tall, lean woman with the crescent-shaped birthmark between her breasts intoned. The phallus that jutted from the harness across her crotch was long and thin, like something carved from ancient ivory.

"I have dogs, my lord, will rouse the proudest panther in the chase and climb the highest promontory top," the short, dark-skinned woman with the full, saggy breasts said. Her hand gripped a shorter, thicker dildo, black and shiny as patent leather shoes.

"And I have horse will follow where the game makes way and runs like swallows o’er the plain," the muscular blonde said, and Sue's eyes went wide. It wasn't modeled after a horse prick, thankfully, but it was more detailed than the other two, with well-molded veins and a huge, rounded head.

Sue Storm didn't recognize the lines she was quoting. The room began to swim around her as the women closed in. Her heart hammered in her breast, fast and erratic, and a strange heat flushed over her body. She did not resist as the women began to peel off her clothes. When her shirt was up over her head, the tall woman picked up the wine glass and held it to Sue's lips. Tilted it, and Sue drank, suddenly thirsty.

By the time they had pulled off her panties, Sue realized her mistake. Her body did not respond to her commands. Her muscles were slack, relaxed. Barely able to keep her eyes open. The women positioned her on the couch, the tall woman first, rubbing the head of her ivory dildo against Sue Storm's netherlips.

"We hunt not, we, with horse nor hound, but hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground," the tall woman said—and when she thrust, it was hard and fast and deep, a stab that hit the heroine's cervix and caused an involuntary spasm of pain that brought tears to Sue's eyes.

They took turns. They took their time. The **** heroine was mute witness, trapped in her own body, able to feel everything but unable to muster the concentration to move or defend herself. She watched their faces as their fake cocks stretched Sue's cunny. They ground, more than pounded; pushed in deep and gyrated their hips, the base of the strap-on rubbed against their clits. Sue saw the excitement, the triumph in their eyes, the raw animal need as they rode her cunny to their own climax—and then pulled out, so that the next woman could have a go at their fuckdoll.

It wasn't the sapphic fantasy that Sue Storm had anticipated and envisaged. Their teeth found her breasts, biting just hard enough to hurt, to make her squirm. They laughed as her pussy burned, sore and dripping after half an hour of relentless fucking, but they were just getting started. She felt the pills **** between her teeth and down her throat, like how you make a cat or dog swallow its medicine. Sickened at the violation as their tongues dipped into her mouth, stealing kisses that Sue would have given freely, if this had been the pleasant lesbian experience she had wanted.

Instead, she felt the sensations build and build inside of her. Felt the sweat drip from their breasts, their hands grope her ass and tits. The relentless rub of her clit that seemed to pierce through the constant discomfort of uncaring cocks sawing against her cunt.

Sue fought the first climax. But it was her own body that betrayed her. The pleasure built and built, and finally it overwhelmed her, her cleft clamped tight around the blonde's silicone shaft, trapping that bulbous head against her g-spot as the pleasure radiated out in a wave, every muscle in her body seeming to convulse in slow motion, liquid lightning flowing up her spine until it seemed to explode out of the top of her head, blue eyes rolling back as silver stars burst in the Invisible Woman's vision.

They laughed together in strange unison, and the plowing resumed, more intense this time, and a hot pair of lips kissed Sue Storm's clit. It became a game then, to see how many times they could make her cum.