Hell

Twenty three. That's the number of hours Pyrrha Nikos has been masturbating for. Her red bed sheets had become dark from her wetness, a large stain forming. Her moans echoed off the walls as she stimulated her g-spot with two fingers, so **** for her orgasm. While her pussy was stimulated with her right hand, Pyrrha stimulated her large left breast with her left hand. Tears of frustration brimmed in the spartan's eyes, so **** for her climax. Other than her **** need to orgasm, one thing was on Pyrrha's mind.

Coco. Her perfect breasts. Her slender waist. Those slender legs. Oh, that cocky smile. Just thinking about it made Pyrrha feel like she should cum, but it didn't. Beyond frustrated, Pyrrha slammed the hand that wasn't pleasuring her pussy against the bed.

Pyrrha fantasized about Coco as she tried to get off. Pyrrha was on her knees in front of Coco, a leash around her neck went through a small plastic ring on the floor, forcing her head barely six inches above the ground. A foot or two in front of her was a very ornate and expensive looking throne. A top of it sat Coco who extended her leather foot in front of Pyrrha's face. The usually admirable spartan was cleaning Coco's boot with her tongue, much like a dog. Any normal person would find this act extremely degrading but Pyrrha had a perverted smile on her face.

That fantasy told Pyrrha all she needed to. Forcing her hand out of her wet pussy, Pyrrha made her way over to her discarded clothes. Pyrrha tried on her red lace panties but found them instantly uncomfortable against her sensitive pussy, the same goes for her bra against her hard nipples. Instead, trying her regular outfit, Pyrrha found it bearable but just barely. With her wet pussy exposed to the open air, Pyrrha made her way to Coco's room

With a knock on the door, Coco opened it, the mere sight of her greatly arousing Pyrrha.

"Hey red, need something?"