They’re Not Thrilled with Talia

“F-f-fucking skaaaank!” Jennifer gutturally growled out around her moans of pleasure. She was dressed—if you could even call her nearly nude state of attire “dressed”—in a pink g-string, tiny pink pasties, and heels, getting her brains railed out by one of the best fuck-machines money could buy. She was obediently getting drilled by the machine in-between to two of her best and blondest friends, Angela and Lacey, with her short, dark hair’s violent bouncing at every thrust sharply contrasted the long, blonde hairs more gently lolling about the gasping mouths on either side of her. All three lay in a kind of downward dog pose: faces down, asses up, and g-strings pulled to the side. The chorus of moans they produced was exquisite.

Talia walked back into the room looking quite pleased with herself. “Alright, girls, time for your drinks. Then you’re almost done with prep.” She stood in front of Lacey and crouched down before slamming yet another fat dildo in front of her face. She repeated the process with the other girls. “Each of you suck down all the liquid inside of those and then wait for me to get back.”

*Click.*

They would’ve groaned if the pleasure machines allowed it, but that kind of noise would’ve required them to stop their gasping, squealing, or whimpering from what the dildo already hammering away at their insides was causing. So, instead, they obediently began trying to suck out whatever liquid was trapped inside the dildos placed in front of them. Lacey was the first to succeed. Perhaps that should not have been surprising to the other two women; because Lacey was the lowest status, it wouldn’t have been unreasonable to assume that she spent the most time sucking phallic objects. What did surprise them was the moans she let out as she slurped the unknown fluid down. Once Angela and Jennifer managed to catch up to her, however, they immediately understood why. The liquid tasted like a mix of sweet candies. Jennifer thought she tasted mostly something like strawberry taffy mixed with a caramel apple in syrup form. Angela thought it tasted like melted down gummy bears and fruit snacks with extra sugar tossed in. Whatever it was, it was sweet—really sweet. And tingly all the way down their throats. The girls soon realized it would make them feel tingly in other places as well.

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When Talia walked back into the room with Mary scurrying in behind her on all-fours, she was pleased to see the other girls in a truly embarrassing state. Their cheeks were flushed to practically crimson red, their bodies were quivering at even the lowest settings of their now barely pumping fuck-machines, and they were clearly having issues controlling their bodily fluids. Lacey was doing the worst, her pussy occasionally dripping wet onto the floor and a slow stream of drool trickling out of her gasping mouth. Jennifer and Angela weren’t doing too much better, though the other blonde seemed to be holding up the best. Maybe she’s been dosed before? She’s had enough for today but if these girls come back again I’ll have to ask her. Talia made a mental note of that.

Mary looked similarly flushed and aroused, though she had not been made to drink the chemical cocktail in quite as embarrassing a manner as her friends. Granted, it was still embarrassing, but not as embarrassing. Talia had her drink a bottle of it as a chaser after Mary had finally made her cum. It had taken the brunette a while, given her inexperience and timidity, but she’d managed it. The domineering younger woman had firmly held her hair back in a bundle, pulling her head back to make her down the beverage in a single series of **** gulps. After doing so, she’d been able to slip the g-string on, but was still missing the pasties she knew must be a part of her outfit. Before entering the room, Talia had ordered her to take her place next to “the smarter blonde with big tits,” which Mary assumed meant Angela. She crawled her way over to her assigned place as Talia began to speak to the women once again.

“So, girls, here’s the deal. The package you’re enrolled in has three parts. The first is pretty simple: the outfits. You’re only going to be able to wear pasties, g-strings, and heels until you finish your challenge for today. Second—and this one is the doozy—you will obey any simple commands given to you regardless of status until you complete your challenge for today. You can disregard any permanent or complex commands that you wouldn’t have to obey if you were higher status than that person. Don't worry, you're not going to be stuck as somebody's live-in-maid or something like that. This part of the package is basically just to give you the lowest status possible without actually having you lose your current status. Lastly, you can’t cum until the challenge is over unless you’re commanded to by someone outside of your group who actually is higher status than you during this challenge. And, finally, your challenge: you must go to the Pineside Mall and collect three challenge medallions as a group. I won’t give you any hints on finding them. That’s just part of the game. Only one person can take a medallion and they can’t pick up another if they have one. Once you find all three, the only one of you to not get one will get a little punishment to remember the experience for a couple days.”

*Click.*

This ultimatum worried the four women sprawled out half-naked in front of Talia. The second rule was especially problematic.

“Before I send you out, you just have one more thing to do: finish getting Mary ready. She has to get her pasties on, so she’s getting you off to do that.” Talia smiled as she continued, “To test something for her, I’m making it really easy for her. Put these in, girls.”

*Click.*

Talia handed the other three remote control vibrators, then gave Mary the remote as they complied with her command.

“See if that works, Mary. If not, you’re going back between my legs.”