Three Wet Submissives

Min Mei obeyed with a shudder, her hands leaving my scalp to press against the back of her neck, her fingers digging into her own soaked hair. The riding crop hissed again, cutting through the humid air before curling in a flash around her waist, leaving a scarlet mark that contrasted with her pale skin. She growled through gritted teeth, her stomach contracting under my tongue, which redoubled its efforts, submissively searching every fold.

As the semen was removed from our orifices, horsehair gloves were distributed to slaves who began to wash us without concession, forcing me to abandon Min Mei, who was struggling to stay still under the blows of two mistresses who were now whipping her on either side.

The horsehair gloves scraped our raw skin, their rough fibers tracing scarlet furrows on our already tortured flesh. I screamed as gloved fingers dug between my trembling thighs, rubbing the most sensitive areas with calculated brutality. Beside me, Emma writhed silently, her bleeding lips bitten to stifle her moans, while the slaves pounded on her battered stomach.

Min Mei, still subjected to the twin whips, gasped between each blow—her scarlet-streaked back contracting in time with the impacts. When the slaves were sure they had spared no part of our bodies below our necks, they grabbed pulsating jets of water and aimed them at us with maximum ****, while a master ordered us to keep our thighs open.

The icy jets struck us with the **** of a blade, tearing high-pitched screams from our throats as the water lashed our raw flesh. I buckled in shock, my knees hitting the slippery tiles, but the slaves' hands gripped me, forcing me to keep my thighs apart as the pulsing torrent lacerated my swollen sex. Beside me, Emma arched her back in a silent convulsion, her nails digging into her own thighs to resist the ****.

I saw Min Mei fall to the ground, receiving vicious kicks on her sex. While her legs were held apart, the mistress laughed and kicked her every time Min Mei stood up in defiance.

• Thank you, Min Mei, I wouldn't have thought of this punishment without you, who amuses me enormously, she told her.

But the water now formed a suffocating cocoon around me, and I had trouble catching my breath and managing the cruel jets of water.

The jets of water abruptly stopped, leaving a silence heavy with panting breaths and drops of water splashing on the ground. My blurred vision barely made out the silhouettes of the slaves retreating, their gloved hands still dripping wet. A violent shiver ran through me as the cold water bit my bare skin, each scratch left by the hair burning like fire.

Min Mei writhed on the ground, her hips lifted by a particularly vicious kick that made her moan hoarsely. The mistress burst out laughing, grabbing her hair to **** her head up. "You like this, don't you?" she murmured as her fingers tightened in the black mane. I saw Min Mei smile; we were both of the same ilk.