Katie, Cara, and a very special cucumber

Before Cara's and Veronica's timorous eyes, Katie coquettishly slipped off her wet panties. The satiny fabric grasped her skin's every inch and made her shudder in near orgasm.

"Whore abuser," the ring greeted.

"Slut trainer," returned the choker.

Katie scouted the room. Soft carpet in the den where the wrists of Cara and her mother were lashed together. Black leather sofas. Master bedroom within reach. Ditto for woodworking tools in the garage. Dinner groceries on the granite countertop of the kitchen island.

Arousal pulsed through her, teasing, incensing. Katie grabbed a long English cucumber and scissors from the kitched. Sashaying in her thigh-high white stockings, she approached her would-be victims,

Cara's slinky red robe slipped open easily under Katie's teasing fingers, revealing a nubile body with ample, pert, conical breasts. Veronica was still dressed in blue sweetheart jeans and a tanktop. Katie set the scissors aside to take care of that later.

"Mmmph," gasped Cara, still throat-fucked by the invisible phantom. Katie's touch was light, teasing.

She pushed Cara and Veronica down to the ground in their paralyzed, phantasm-fucked state. She lay down herself, and slowly worked the thinner end of the 18" cucumber into her insatiably horny pussy. Though wet, she was tight, hardly fucked at all.

Six inches in, there was still another twelve for Katie to share with her bosom girlfriend. The ghost dildo in Cara's gaping, abused cunt conveniently evaporated. Scissoring her legs with Cara's, Katie slowly pushed the thick, dull end of the cucumber into her friend's violated cunt. Cara mutely gasped with each green inch **** inside her by her best friend. Ten gasps. Eleven. Twelve.

Cara's abused, trained hole ached impossibly. Twelve inches of womb-busting, cunt-bursting cucumber stretched her pussy, driven there by Katie. Soft legs wrapped around hers. The choker still fucked her ass, her mouth.

Their cunt lips touched, and Katie was wracked by orgasm. Her pussy rode and ground and crushed and rubbed Cara's. The caress of skin on skin, the incredible fullness set Cara off too. Pleasure flooded her aching pelvis, her aching body.

Shackled and tortured by the demon choker, Veronica watched helplessly as her daughter was filled and fucked.

Veronica's cellphone rang.