The Spymaster Grants Becky’s unspoken wish

"You needn't restrain yourself," Lord Highwater said quietly. In a flash the scalpel-like blade was in his hand. Then he was standing above Becky, he small blonde staring up at him. "Allow me to make it easier for you"

With a deft motion of the knife, the first few buttons of Becky's dress popped off, raining down onto the floor where they rolled away into various cracks. A second quick series of cuts saw the shoulders of the think start to split, and soon the dress was falling down around Becky's waist, leaving her topless and exposing her small breasts.

Becky gave a moaning gasp, biting her lip as she looked down at herself. It would be so easy, so trivial to just... stand up. In an instant she could be naked, her fingers doing what she needed most.

"You can turn the crank with one hand," she Spymaster said. With a cruel and knowing smile, he places the cup of deep purple paste beside her. Becky had spread most of it onto Robin, but nearly half of it still remained, pulling at her, insisting.

Lord Highwater met her eyes, and in that instant, Becky felt as though he was staring into her very soul. He understood how she felt, the desperation to ruin herself with that paste, to break her own mind as she had done to Robin. Her knew, and he was laughing.

Becky's eyes turned upward toward Robin once again. Her hand hadn't stopped turning, and the twin metal cocks were starting to move rather quickly now. Robin bounced on them, rocking forward and back, from one to the next, and back again. Her perky breasts bounced, sweat running down her body, and juices running down her legs. Her face was a constantly shifting contortion of ecstasy, while her mouth sprayed out a nearly incoherent flood of lust-filled words.

Becky turned from Robin. Her mind silent, she rose to her feet, letting the dress fall away from her. One finger slipped into the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down and sending tingles of pleasure through her as her finger traced against her stomach and thigh. Her eyes fell shut, as if in prayer, then Becky dug her fingers into the bowl again, scooping out as much of the purple stuff as she could mange and sliding her fingers between her legs.

As she pressed her fingers against and inside herself, spreading the stuff in her pussy and directly against her engorged clit, Becky fully and truly understood Robin. She didn't crave more of that paste. Not at all. She NEEDED it. Becky forgot about the crank, collapsing to the ground as she fell on herself, both hands chasing up and down her body, rubbing and caressing, spreading that glorious purple pleasure across herself until she was smothered by it, drowning in it.

With smeared streaks of purple running all across her body, Becky's fingers returned to her cunt, one hand slipping fingers inside, while the other rubbed against her clit, sending Becky immediately screaming in a torrent of orgasmic bliss. But it wasn't enough. With her mouth hanging open, silently gasping, Becky kept fingering herself, kept rubbing grinding, desperately pushing herself further and further, higher and higher into the peaks of impossible bliss.

Becky and Robin were joined together in utterly deprave, mind shattering bliss, their moans rising up together in a chorus. Becky had toppled forward on the ground, her ass high up in the air and her face pressed against the cold stone floor. Robin arched her back, each moment trembling in ecstasy as her exhausted limbs shook and rattled her bindings.

Across the room, Lord Highwater, Spymaster for the esteemed Lady Dieudonne, raised his hand. With a silent gesture, the three bodyguards left. Lord Highwaer looked down at the two writhing women, their minds gone, lost to the utter depravity. One last cold smile split his face, and he followed after his minions, leaving Becky and Robin to their orgasmic frenzy. He shut the door behind him as he left, looking forward to further prey.

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