Talon broke free of Envy’s embrace and swiftly unfastened his trousers. Dragging free a raging shaft, he positioned himself between her legs and threaded himself into her body. Envy squealed with sheer delight as she felt him slide into her inviting and aching tracts. Talon took hold of her hands and held them up by her head, exercising his control to further inspire Envy’s boiling concupiscence.
With slow deep thrusts he pulled back almost to the point of extraction then relentlessly dove back into her. Envy was like flowing fluid beneath him. Her body was beset by a hurricane of emotion and sensation. She squirmed and slithered, gasped, sobbed, writhed, and stiffened in a swift and random rota. It looked as though the intense pleasure of her ravishing was harder to bear than the pernicious kisses of the dressage whip.
With such obfuscating responses, it was impossible to tell how many times she achieved climax before Talon joined her. He lifted himself up, arched his back, and bellowed into the air with a bestial bray. He stretched his legs out to push into the bar and drive her legs outward to effectively rack her beneath him.
Dropping down, he committed himself to a few more savouring thrusts while his body quaked and he kept his legs out. When he pulled himself free, Envy squealed in rhapsody. Her body jumped from the floor then fell back. Her legs fought Talon’s hold on the bar as she strove to close her thighs but she could not defeat his strength. Her thighs shook and her stomach and chest rose and fell with a series of gasping cries and howls of lascivious delight.
Morgana grabbed the edge of the table and clenched her hand into a fierce fist as the sight brought her to orgasm. She held the wand to her body, her knuckles went white with strain, and she devoured the rapture for a greedy duration.
Talon moved aside and left Envy on the floor. Her body flashed with the odd twitch, switching her alluring physique from complete enervation to a startled jerk. Her eyes stayed closed and she continued to try to regulate her uneven breath.
Talon moved up beside Morgana and laid back with her, his manhood still standing to attention. She switched off the wand and set it aside.
“Allow me,” she said with a grin.
Morgana turned on her heels and sank down before him. Licking her lips, she then parted her jaws and lowered her mouth onto the tumescent penis. Swallowing him up she rolled her tongue around his ultra-sensitive cock. Talon threw his gaze to the ceiling and growled with pleasure as Morgana devoured his shaft.
Morgana could taste the hot juice of Envy and Talon’s semen and she continued her fellatio with lewd abandon. Talon snatched hold of the table edge and his knuckles rose against his skin with the exertion of withstanding Morgana’s attention. No doubt he was picturing Morgana at his mercy, bound and subservient to his rule. She would be a dominatrix that he would have to fight long and hard to seduce and tame. It was a pleasing fantasy that she took great pleasure in fanning and denying. Perhaps one day she might accidentally allow such captivity to occur on a short-term basis, if for no other reason than to mortify her pets. They would suffer the most unspeakable mental anguish at the sight of their beloved Mistress subjugated and owned. Such a torment would definitely be worth enduring Talon’s less than tender care.
With steady and relentless skill, she coaxed forth another orgasm from Talon. Morgana pushed herself as far down as she could, and felt his head brush the back of her throat. Sucking with verve, she caressed his balls and his inner thighs, escalating the bliss as she gulped down his issue and kept the dominant male in rapture for a prolonged period.
Morgana stood up and moved to his side. Their arms encircled each other and they looked down at the supine slave.
“So what shall we do with her now?” asked Morgana.
“Still hungry for more are we?” replied Talon.
“Always.”
Talon adopted an impish smirk and wandered over to Envy. He folded his withering shaft back into his trousers and drew his zipper back up. Taking one ankle he lifted it and turned her over. The spreader kept her legs well distanced and he laid her mid-section across his lap.
“I think that Envy isn’t the only one who is hungry. Perhaps she could do with feeding,” he said.
Morgana took the hint and strode on her heels over to the girl’s head. Pulling at the leggings, she drew their hem out from beneath the corset then lowered them further. Sitting down before Envy, she slowly drew down the zip of her boots and removed them with a sultry sloth. The performance had the girl’s eyes glittering with new excitement. Morgana drew off the leggings and settling down before the slave. She grabbed her hair and used it to lift Envy’s face so she could slot herself into position. Envy immediately tried to stretch down and bury her eager tongue in the inviting folds of the dominant female sex. Morgana gave her a moment of slack then flexed her arm. Envy’s mouth was stopped mere millimetres from contact and Morgana held her there. She could feel the girl straining against her hold, making her scalp ache but Morgana refused her the access she craved.
“Not yet, my sweet thing. Not yet,” she said with a wicked smirk.
The aghast expression of the girl dropped into an open mouth gasp as Talon’s hand swung down and applied its full breadth to her weal-striped rear. The raised trenches were still curdled with residual distress and the spanking hand revived them in full. Envy gave a whimpering sob and strained harder to smother her response in Morgana’s pussy.
Talon continued to apply swift slaps to her raised cheeks. He smoothed his palm upon the summits, circling the bared and rosy skin for a few seconds before dropping another swat. The air rang with the bright tone of applause upon the submissive’s anus. Envy burbled soft words that were barely audible as she stared into Morgana’s pudenda and dreamed of being able to service the object of her desire. The scent of Morgana’s wanton arousal rose and tickled her nostrils. The aroma spiced her need and fanned the burning hunger for cunnilingus.
“Oh please, Mistress, please let me lick you!” she begged.
“Not yet, slave. You have to wait a little while longer first.”
“But, Mistress I—”
“There are no buts, Envy. You will wait. Perhaps you haven’t learned your lesson, after all?”
“Perhaps she needs another dose of the dressage whip to remind her?” offered Talon.
“Or we could keep her like this and you could give her a little reunion with that bug zapper which she loves so much?”
“No! Please! Master! Mistress! I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I swear. I’ve learned my lesson,” she blurted. Envy was terrified of receiving the devices she loathed so acutely, especially with her rear already so well-versed in their effects. A renewed session of them would be more than she could ever hope to bear.
The spanking was making Envy livid with desire. Her jaw trembled, her mouth was clearly salivating, and her body was undulating with anxious need. Morgana could feel the speedy breaths against her sex and on her inner thighs.
“Will you do a good job, slave?” asked Morgana, then let the girl get a little closer.
“Oh yes! Yes! Mistress!” she blurted.
“You have to do a good job, for your Master’s sake. It will make him look bad if you fail to please me.”
“I swear I’ll do my best, Mistress.”
“And if that isn’t good enough? What then, Envy?”
“I... I...”
“Will you willingly accept the whip again if I am not completely satisfied?” said Morgana.
“Oh Mistress, please, don’t I—”
“I asked you a question, Envy,” interrupted Morgana.
“Sorry, Mistress,” she humbly replied.
“As well you should be. Now let me hear you tell your Master what will happen to you if you prove inadequate.”
“Master Talon?” asked the slave.
“Yes, Envy?” innocently replied Talon, as though he had not heard a single word.
“If I fail to please the Mistress will you... will you...”
“Yes, Envy, what is it?” he demanded, and slapped her rear to loosen the words.
“Will you take the dressage whip to me again?”
“Manners, Envy,” he warned and added another clap.
“Please, Master. Please will you take the dressage whip to me if I fail to please the Mistress?” she quickly said.
“Hmmmm. Well, okay, if that’s what you really want,” answered Talon with a blasé attitude.
“Okay then, Envy, let’s see what you can do,” finally decreed Morgana.
When Morgana finally released her hold, the girl became a tornado of fanatic oral service. Her tongue was as skilled as it was eager to please and it took all of Morgana’s resolve to subdue her reactions to it. She wanted to tease the girl, to make her fear that she was not pleasing her as greatly as she wished. The girl’s devotion became even more sterling when she saw Morgana’s lacklustre answer to the cunnilingus. Morgana clenched her jaw and battled to stay still. The girl’s tongue was constructing exquisite sensations and her body desperately wanted to drop back and writhe. She wanted to scream aloud to release some of the pressure the ecstasy was creating within her. Morgana’s face became red with strain and her throat tightened to keep back her howls of bliss.
Morgana looked to Talon and he smiled at seeing her burning expression of stoical endurance.
“She doesn’t look very impressed, Envy,” he craftily professed.
Talon suppressed his laugh of response as Envy again redoubled her efforts and made Morgana shiver with strain. To add to Envy’s ordeal he recommenced the spanking of her rump with new strength.
Morgana could feel the girl’s snorting breaths against her belly. The slithering tongue and suckling lips started to bring her toward a potent climax. Bracing herself to try to maintain a stalwart front, she closed her eyes and readied her willpower to enact the charade.
Talon’s hand pounded Envy’s rear and Morgana clenched her thighs to the sides of the girl’s head. The two actions helped to hide Morgana’s moaning croaks and gasps of ecstasy. She threw her head back and her mouth remained wide as tears ran from her eyes. The jubilant sensations were incredible, but her need to dominate was stronger than her need for sexual release and so she managed to keep an almost inert state. It could not have been more contrary to the responses she so innately needed to conduct.
“That’s enough, Envy,” stammered Morgana and shifted back. Another lick or two from the girl and Morgana swore that she would faint.
Morgana turned around to hide her face and took a few moments to try to calm herself.
“How did she fare then, Morgana?” asked Talon.
Morgana could almost feel the anxious stare of the slave on her back. Envy was probably praying for a favourable response. Her every thought would be hoping that she had managed to please the woman who was to be her judge. Morgana could decree another sentence under Talon’s discipline or grant a temporary reprieve.
Morgana took the time to steady her breath and recover her senses. It was a useful duration as well in that it prolonged Envy’s mental anguish. Morgana gave the odd fake hum of contemplation and finally chose to continue with their little deceptive drama.
Turning back around she lounged next to the girl’s head and with a blank mask for her face, she stroked the girl’s features.
“I don’t know. I could go either way,” she said and almost laughed aloud when she saw the sheer terror wash across Envy’s features. “But it was a good try.”
“Are you sure? I’m sure another dose of the whip would do wonders for her skill level.”
“No, she did okay... I suppose. She should be forgiven... this time.”
Envy sagged with relief and yawned to exercise her aching jaw. Her tongue had to be raw and strained from such frenetic use. Morgana decided that she should continue with the feigned ineptitude.
“But I want to make sure that her tongue learns its lesson.”
The two dominants arose and left Envy on the floor. Talon proceeded to the luggage and armed himself with coils of rope. Morgana slipped back into her leggings and slid her feet back into her boots.
Envy was released from the spreader bar and stood up between them. With well-practised motions, they started to weave the rope upon her body. The criss-crossing forms embraced her beautiful form and began to inexorably tighten as they swallowed up her limbs. Her breasts were squeezed through woven jaws and her arms were folded up and around her back. Envy took the construction of the rope dress with fluttering eyelids. It was obviously a highly enjoyable event and one that she took a great deal of personal relish in. It was a significant reward for her previous efforts and pains.
Ropes snared her legs and she was pulled down into a closely formed ball. The ropes anchored themselves then flung one last set of hoops up to grab her hair and pull her head up and back.
Morgana retrieved three pegs from the boxes and returned to the contained bundle on the floor.
“Tongue. Out. Now,” she ordered.
Envy’s quaking organ hesitantly emerged and was instantly caught with a peg. Envy’s eyes closed and she gave a soft mew of discontent. Morgana responded by adding the other two pegs to the sides.
“Time for a little rest?” asked Talon.
“Of course,” she replied.
The two of them drew up chairs on either side of the trapped Envy then Morgana fetched the blindfolded form of her male slave. Positioning him beside the rope cocooned bundle she poured wine into each glass and handed one to Talon.
“To desires sated,” she offered.
“Desires sated,” repeated Talon.
With a sharp chime the glasses met and together they laid back into the soft seats and put their feet up onto the humbled form between them.
For an hour or two, they enjoyed the wine and talked about the circle of mutual friends in which they moved. What new additions had been made, who was in favour, who was in disgrace. Obsessions, faux pas, subterfuge, innuendo, rumour, and backstabbing were presented, discussed, concocted, and passed on. On occasion, Morgana reached down and pulled at one of the pegs and after a time she removed one and restored it later as she took another away. Continually tormenting the organ that had so skilfully pleasured her, Morgana ensured that Envy’s servitude as a piece of organic furniture was both prolonged and fraught with bursts of severe oral distress. Envy made no complaint, in fact, it seemed that she welcomed the random affliction of pegs on her tongue because it helped to add sensual input to her pose. Even though the three pegs were a baleful companion, they did give her something to fixate on.
“I think we should round off the evening,” finally suggested Master Talon.
“Shall we let our toys have the last pleasures?”
“Why not, they’ve served us well.”
Talon went to the cases and took another length of rope that he paid out then threaded through the ring in the ceiling. Morgana busied herself by removing Tobin’s serving tray and its contents.
The rope was attached to several key points on Envy’s harness and with a huff of effort, he started to draw her up into the air. The rope-imprisoned form swayed from side-to-side and turned slowly around as it was brought to waist height.
Morgana brought Tobin over and worked around his uniform to drag out a swollen penis. He was guided into Envy’s dripping pussy and paused for a moment.
Talon had three extra lengths reach out from Envy’s imprisoned form then tighten around Tobin’s upper thighs and about his curtailed waist. A quick adjustment meant that Tobin could not fully extract himself from the dangling slave girl and thus could not accidentally thwart their intercourse.
“Off you go then, slave. She’s all yours for the moment,” said Morgana.
Tobin needed no further encouragement. With sudden thrusts, he plunged into the succulent hovering female and jolted back against the effects of the rope. The swinging girl bounced upon his length. She gasped and groaned,
her dangling tongue shaking while she was ravished.
“Oops, but we don’t want him bringing a premature end to our fun, do we?” said Talon.
“Of course not,” replied Morgana and together they placed bamboo canes in their fists. The stern weapons would be necessary to get through the absorbing layer of rubber and to ensure that the pain they applied would be adequate for their cause.
Standing on either side of Tobin’s rear, they watched him increase his rate to try to snatch orgasm before they started to counter his bliss with effulgent mayhem.
The two dominants started a slow but severe thrashing of Tobin’s exposed rump. The canes sounded an unrelenting tune of dull thwacks against the latex that made Tobin jerk and gurgle. Fighting the effects of the gag, he swayed and staggered under the deluge but his need for relief kept him devoted to diving into the gorgeous female he was attached to.
Every time he started to rise toward relief, the withering swipes of the canes stole his bliss, broke his rhythm, and made orgasm slide relentlessly and maddeningly through his fingers. Envy was equally in torment, because the effects of the cane made his hard cock churn within her, beating her insides with spasmodic motions. Again and again she achieved orgasm. The intensity of each one grew continuously until she was flexing and straining desperately against her woven prison.
“Shall we let them finish?” asked Talon after an eternity of deprivation and cruel denial.
“We could untie them and leave my slave unfulfilled?” she asked then laughed as she saw the movements of Tobin’s face against the mask. Even through the smothering material, his terror was distinct.
“We could do that. It might be fun,” said Talon, playing along and adding another brutal swipe to the base of Tobin’s rear that made him fire forward into Envy and make her holler with agonising delight.
“But let’s let him have his moment. I can punish him later as full payment for it,” said Morgana.
Stepping back, they watched the display with their arms folded before their chests and with their canes jutting from their tight fists. Tobin accelerated to a blur of motion then jerked upward onto tiptoe. His motions operated him in uneven spasms and his holler of glee seeped over the gag and emerged as a long murmuring drone. Tobin slowed and finally came to a halt. He stood hunched over the girl, his breath snorting out as his body shook from strain.
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