A gift whore's breakfast

Crystal woke up, groggy, from a sharp prick to her nipples. She was lying naked on a pile of old tshirts and underwear in John's bedroom. The collar was still around her neck, but the leash attaching her to the bed was gone.

The cursed piercings stabbed her nipples again. She sat up.

She could hear the boys talking indistinctly in the main room. There was a clatter of utensils.

"GO SERVE YOUR MASTERS," the light flashed in her retinas.

Crystal tried to get up, but found herself toppling on her hands and knees.

"CRAWL, BITCH."

The tattoo smacked her ass, and Crystal crawled through the corridor into the main room with resigned motivation.

"...that bitch is freaking hot and double freaking slutty. How the fuck did we get so lucky?" Henry was saying, his mouth full of bacon and eggs.

"Don't look a gift whore in the mouth, bro. Maybe she's a born slut. Let's just ride her as hard as we can for as long as we can and not think too hard about it," John replied, catching sight of Crystal. "Well, what do we have here?"

Crystal was on her hands and knees, her face lowered humbly. The tattoo flowed onto her shoulders

"YOUR CUNT IS READY TO SERVE."

"Come jerk us off, bitch," John took control.

Crystal crawled under the table and squatted between her two masters. Her hands quickly found their hard cocks and started jerking them off while they ate breakfast.

John came first, splattering the left side of her face. Crystal redoubled her jerking, and Henry followed, covering the right side.

Crystal stuck out her tongue, slurping up as much of the cum sa she could, and then using her fingers and tongue to get the rest of the dribbling pools.

"Aw, such a good cunt we have here," she heard John say. He put a strip of cool bacon on his cock, and Crystal slurped it up gratefully, wrapping her lips around his cock and balls, cleaning them like a dutiful slut.