You are not done with her.

You watch Brittney kneel before you and Stephanie, her eyes downcast, body trembling with exhaustion and arousal. Sweat glistens on her skin; wetness gleams between her thighs.

“Good job, slut,” Stephanie says, patting Brittney’s head. “You were a lot of fun to play with.”

Brittney looks up, a mix of fear and desire in her eyes. “Can I… can I go now?” she asks again.

You and Stephanie exchange a glance (neither of you ready to release her). You reach out, grab a fistful of her hair, and pull her closer.

“Not so fast, little slut,” you say, voice low and menacing. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Her eyes widen in fear, but the spark of arousal flares brighter. You and Stephanie tease and taunt, pushing her boundaries, testing how far she’ll go.

“How far are you willing to go, little slut?” you ask, wicked grin spreading.

“I’ll do anything,” Brittney says, voice shaking. “Please, just tell me what you want.”

You and Stephanie share a look (both thinking the same thing). You want to see exactly how far she’ll break.

“Anything?” Stephanie purrs, honey-sweet. “Let’s put that to the test.”

She stands, crosses to the coffee table, and lifts a thick, black dildo (veined, gleaming). She holds it out to Brittney.

“Suck it like it’s real cock,” Stephanie orders, voice low and seductive. “Don’t stop until we say.”

Brittney hesitates, eyes flicking between you and the toy, then leans forward. She takes the head into her mouth, lips stretching, tongue swirling. A soft moan vibrates in her throat as she works deeper, cheeks hollowing, saliva glistening on the shaft.

“That’s it,” you taunt. “Suck it like you mean it.”

She obeys, eyes fluttering shut, lost in the rhythm. Stephanie pulls out her phone, red record light blinking, and angles the lens. She meets your gaze (knowing, hungry).

“Tell the camera what a little whore you are,” you command.

Brittney’s voice is muffled around the silicone. You shove the dildo deeper; she gags, then pulls off just enough to gasp, “I’m a whore… I love being a plaything for my superiors.”

“Good girl, keep going,” Stephanie chimes.

“I’m just a little whore,” Brittney pants, “nothing special… willing to do whatever it takes to get the job.”

Stephanie nods. You press, “Are you a stupid dyke slut? Do you like girls?”

Brittney shakes her head, eyes squeezed shut. You **** the dildo back in, slow and relentless. “Say it.”

“Yes,” she chokes out, tears streaking mascara. “I’m a dyke whore. I’ll fuck anyone who can help me.”

You let her finger herself while she sucks (wet sounds filling the room, her moans muffled around the toy). Ten minutes of filthy confession, of slick fingers plunging, of the camera capturing every debasing word.

Finally, you pull the dildo free. Brittney gasps, chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny.

“Well done, little slut,” Stephanie says, ruffling her hair. “We’ve still got hours before dinner.”