Duo Damsel

You turn toward Duo Damsel and say her name. She smiles as she splits into her two forms, identical apart from their purple and orange swimsuit colours, and then they walk to either side of you, their different perfumes wafting in the air.

“Let’s play pig in the middle,” the one in purple says.

“Let’s,” replies the other, as she swings a punch into your face, knocking you back towards her other self, who punches you even harder back.

And so it continues, again and again and again, as you lurch between the two, driven either by punches or kicks from their long shiny yellow stiletto boots, your head being constantly whipped round, your stomach being pummelled. Finally, they’re just pushing you, dazed, between them, sometimes smothering your face against their perky breasts before doing so, as you stumble awkwardly between them.

Your body can’t take any more, as you finally just collapse to the ground, lying there, and see a purple-clad ass descend onto your face and then feel another butt, which you know will be covered in orange, sitting on your stomach. You feel a hand wrapped around your balls, and another pair of hands placed on your nipples, and then the squeezing and twisting begin. You squirm, but can’t move beneath the two of them, only feeling pain, only seeing darkness, while the two of them play with your genitals and nipples, sometimes in turn, sometimes together, seeing who can make you squirm more, while it gets harder and harder to breathe, your lungs burning.

And then it stops, and you breathe a sigh of relief, as the world suddenly becomes bright again and you can finally gasp some air, as the two of them get up from you.

An orange ass then descends onto your face and you realise they were just swapping places, and so you resume your attempts at squirming and thrashing and screaming as they resume their inflicting of pain.