Gwen is eating you out.

You wake up sweaty and crying, while something soft and wet is licking your pussy.

It helps. The pain is still there, but licking was good. Gwen was good.

No, no, she wasn't. But you didn't mind her for now. Didn't mind her at all.

With her soft wet noises on the background, and the gentle wetness on your most sensitive spot, you fall asleep again.

But you are quickly awakened by something pinching hard in your nipples. Not Patricks fingers, this was something metal. Metal and sharp.

'Good girl. Good girl.' A strangers smokey voice whispers to your face. Too close, you can smell his breakfast. Cheese, or some other kind of dairy. Gross.

'Hmmpp, wwjhmmpl.'

Your words are still unrecognisable as you fight against your chains. It hurt. They had stung some piercing through your nipple. But why? What were they doing to you?

Suddenly your gagg is ripped from your mouth, and something wet kisses your lips. Gwen! She tasted like pussy, even more so than yesterday. It was just too absurd.

She lifts her head for a moment, and you try spitting at her.

'Hush little sis. Just enjoy your little gifts.'

Gwen pulls both your new metal rings, and you scream out in your painfull helplessness.

Before you can say anything, she kisses your lips again with hers. Ignoring your efforts to bite off her tongue.