Tyra sleeps through it.

The dildos dueled inside of her, jackhammering carelessly into her sensitive innards. Kate was biting into her arm now in a **** bid to remain silent, but a continuous, almost inhuman trill issued from her anyway. She glanced at Tyra to see if she was waking up, but it didn’t look like. Kate was hoping Tyra would react like she had the first time after almost being fucked into a coma, and sleep like the dead.

She tried to sit up and leave the bed, but fine motor control was beyond her at the moment.

“Ah ah, stay on the bed Kate. No cheating.”

She hated that mechanized, androgynous voice, but focus of any kind was beyond her. She stopped biting herself and grabbed a pillow instead. The bite mark looked deep, but any pain she might have felt from it was lost in the overwhelming sensation of the fucking. Her pussy should have been gushing at this point, but the cursed blue triangle imprisoning her never let a drop escape. Periods were no problem either. She didn’t know if it was magic or science, she just wanted it off.

Moan after screaming, guttural moan was absorbed by the pillow as countless orgasms were ripped out of her. Her sweat soaked the bedsheets beneath her. It was a hell of a way to stay fit. And all the while, Tyra snored. Kate wondered why their Master had ordered her to come here. She had spent six hellish months trapped in the bikini, and she’d never met another victim before. What did he have in store for them?