Nope. Well, nope to the latter anyway.

While you are recovering, Faith hops out of your view for awhile before you eventually see her peeking down at you.

“I have to admit I’m impressed; I thought you’d be out of it after that last one...My fucktoy has some set of batteries on her! So, as a reward...I’m going to introduce you to some of my other toys!”

Mouth still wide open as you continue to recover, it isn’t like that for much longer as Faith shoves a strap-on in, with you shouting against it out of surprise more than anything else.

“Now, I’m already... intimately aware of how wet you can get, but just in case, why don’t you be a good little slut for me and get that strappy all nice and wet for me too, hmm.” Faith teases as she continues, “It’ll help you too! After all, I think you know where it’s going...”

Not that she gives you much choice, continuing to make you take more and more as she speaks. Eventually, you relent and start to suck on it willingly, hoping to appease her.

“That’s it, good girl! Cover every inch...” Faith trails off just watching as you do what you’re told, much easier when there isn’t the worry of ****. This continues for some time, until she’s satisfied that her strap-on is sufficiently ‘lubed’ and attaches it to herself. She does the same, quicker, with another, and once that one is similarly covered, she pipes up again.

“I just have one piece of advice, fucktoy.” Faith grins as she easily lifts you up, another show of her strength. “Hold on.”

“Oh FUCCCKKK!” you shout out as you’re impaled on her strap on and instantly wrap your arms around her as tight as you can, feeling it deeply as she starts to fuck away.

“Yeah, like that!” she says, still grinning as she gets faster, building you up bit by bit, as all you can do is moan and hold on.

For a while, the room is filled with the echoes of your moans and the squelching of your increasingly wet pussy, slowly dripping its way towards an almost inevitable third orgasm in fairly quick succession.

As she hears you moan more intensely however, she slows back down, eliciting a loud whine from you, and looks at the ref. “Hey ‘ref’, how about you help me finish her off, I think she’s just about there.” Faith asks her mentor as she continues to thrust into you.

“Much as I would love to, I don’t think I should get involved. Supposed to stay neutral.” The ref/mentor says, occasionally looking at Sasha.

“Well, I think we should ask the fucktoy! What do you think, slut?” Faith says, slowing down her thrusts to tease you all the more.

“PLEASE FUCK ME!” you shout without thinking, your need clouding any judgment you might have had otherwise.

“Good enough for me! What about you... Sasha was it?” Faith asks her, still standing ringside... that was, until she answered “Fine.” Knowing you had no chance, she makes her way to a seat in one of the further back rows and, unbeknownst to the rest of you, as Faith’s mentor starts to make her way in the ring, slides away some of her clothing, beginning to play with herself as she watches you, her pupil, about to get double teamed.

The ‘ref’ slides on the strap and soon enough, you feel her poking against your ass. “Be gentle.” You hear Faith say with a laugh, before you’re made to moan out as the second strap makes its way inside.

“UNNNNNNNNNNGH!” a loud groan the only thing that escapes your mouth as you try to adjust to the two fake cocks. The two of them don’t make it easy however, purposefully never keeping up a consistent rhythm, to torment you.

Despite this, you continue to get closer and closer, something that it doesn’t for Faith take long to pick up on as you moan and groan between the two.

***

Up in the seats, Sasha is close too, her idle rubbing having turned into full on fingerblasting herself as she watches you get used by your opposition.

Feeling herself get closer and closer, her mind fights less and less against the idea of cumming to her student becoming someone’s plaything.

“Fuck, maybe this is why she always picks the weaker ones...” Sasha breathlessly whispers as her fingers become more and more frantic.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna...”

***

“Are you ready to cum now, slut?” Faith asks, already knowing the answer.

“YESSSSSHHHHHH FAIIIIIITTTHHHH!!!” You scream out, ****.

“Gooooood. Because I brought one last little toy for my fucktoy to enjoy...”

Before you even have time to recognise the buzzing sound, Faith has this “toy” against your clit. The moment the vibrator touches your pussy, everything goes white for a moment, brain completely over-stimulated with pleasure.

“HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!” you yell in ecstasy, as you climax for the third time in quick succession, before passing out in Faith’s arms.