Time to have sex using the strapon.

**"You know what comes next, right?"** Emily grinned as she unwrapped the black latex strap-on with a rubbery snap. The smell of the new material mingled with the damp aroma of the room—sweat, sex, and submission.

The four women were lined up on the bed, kneeling, hands behind their necks, legs spread. Their bodies glistened in the warm light, marked by nail marks and purple bites. Ana, the most resilient, trembled slightly as Emily ran the icy holster along her spine.

"Isn't... isn't it too big?" Ana murmured, her glazed eyes following the 25cm toy Emily was wrapping around her waist.

Emily chuckled softly, smoothing the teeth marks on Diana's hip. **"Big for whom, kitten? For the little whore who took three fingers up her wrist in the kitchen yesterday?"** Her hand slid down, giving a wet slap between Ana's thighs. **"You swallowed bigger things at that office birthday party, remember?"**

The false memories spread like poison in the women's eyes—images of kneeling before colleagues, of swallowing pens and cell phones under orders of "office pranks." Their bodies relaxed instantly, their abdominal muscles trembling not from fear, but anticipation. *Normal. It's always been like this.*

Emily lubricated the strap-on with a pink liquid that stung her skin. Eve, the most sensitive, moaned loudly as the first drops trickled onto her already swollen clitoris. "This... this goes inside?" she asked, rocking her hips back like an animal in heat.

**"All of you. At the same time."** Emily adjusted the straps as Diana knelt behind Ai, preparing to thrust. **"Ana first—you love it when you tear that tight little ass apart, don't you?"**

The collective moan that followed was music to her ears. Ana arched her back as the tip of the strapon pressed against her virgin anus, her fingers digging into Eve's breasts ahead. "Is...is it normal for it to hurt at first?" she gasped, already pushing back.

Emily didn't answer. She just thrust.

Ana's body writhed like a fish out of water as the 25cm invaded her all at once. Her scream turned into a guttural growl as Emily began to pump, the latex glistening with her sweat. *Perfect.*

Diana didn't wait. When Emily gripped her hips and pulled her back, she slipped two fingers into Ai's throbbing vagina and moaned, "My turn!" The strap-on penetrated Ai and Diana simultaneously in a fluid motion, their mouths meeting in a slobbery kiss as their bodies collided.

Eve watched, frantically masturbating, until Emily pulled her by the hair. "No, you little bitch. You go last—and in the ass." Emily's thumb buried itself in Eve's anus unceremoniously, preparing the ground. "I want to see you moan like that intern whore who sucked the boss in the bathroom."

When the strap-on finally entered Eve, the four bodies moved like parts of the same machine—moaning, sweating, dripping. Emily smiled and pressed the button on the remote vibrator in her pocket. The screams that followed could have shattered glass.

"That's right. That's how it should be."