It gets worse

After some more ****, one of the punk girls has an idea. She goes and find an electric razor, pulling out her dick she tells the cum drunk pig to come get her dick if she wants her head shaved. You can’t tell if she was aware enough to realize what she was doing, but your girlfriend eagerly crawled over to her, gobbling down her dick as the punk started shaving her head. She had gotten it all by the time she came, cementing her pact with the now bald naked and bound pig girl.

Your mistress is abused and fucked for hours more, until the party clears out. Meanwhile you’ve been in a near euphoric state of edging with no release, being used to clean of cock after cock, some choosing to also release themselves in you, in more ways than one.

At some point you black out from mental and physical exhaustion. When you wake, you see it’s your mistress standing over you. She is wearing her tattered clothes, her face wiped off cum but dried patches all over her shaved head. “That was a big night for you sissy, wasn’t it? Let’s get you home in your own cage.”

You weakly follow after she unbinds you from the wall. You see women sleeping, passed out either alone or on top of someone, all of them naked and sweaty. You guess it’s the morning and everyone of them is still asleep.

Your mistress takes you home. You can tell she is in a blissful mood, so you don’t talk to let her enjoy. You almost fall asleep in the car, but she wakes you enough for you to crawl in your cage and her to lock it.