Lindsey smiled, her head slowly swaying from hovering just over one shoulder to the other as she swayed her hips to the music. She didn’t remember getting another dose an hour ago, but she didn’t tend to remember much anymore even when she was clothed and her face wasn’t slick with another woman’s juices.

She’d always been a thirst trap, but now it was hard to call Lindsey anything else.

What had in the past been tasteful makeup was now layered on thick in a way that emphasized just what her purpose really was. Her tops were just as small, but better at showing off her cleavage while in the process of squeezing her breasts together tight and showing off every little curve. Her skirts were tiny, with slits on either side that meant she couldn’t move without showing off panties.

All of her panties were thongs, small enough to reveal more than they hid and to stain for extra effect. Her shoes were all strappy, sexy, designed to emphasize her legs so even if they got sore Lindsey wasn’t really able to care about that.

Around her neck hung a thick leather collar. Instead of a leash, a hard chunk of translucent plastic gave Lindsey a number.

27.

She was a walking advertisement, a sex object.

Whether she knew it or not, Lindsey wasn’t dancing on the same floor where she’d finally found Rachel again. High as she was, it would have taken such little effort to whisper into her ear and tug her off anywhere—even take her away from the rave and the women who kept her nice and blissfully high.

The lighting was orange and purple.

Decidedly Sapphic.

It was a smaller space, with fewer women. Some of them, like Lindsey, were clearly high out of their minds. They danced to the music that thudded around them, their eyes closed, lidded to the point they may as well have been shut, or opened wide with gazes that stared a million lightyears away.

Each of the blank woman had a woman or two dancing near them wearing tight latex hot pants, and matching red, turtle-neck crop tops. Their eyes scanned across the floor, watching the collared women, and smiling at the third set of women—those who were shopping for some fun.

Some wanted to rent.

Others wanted to own.

Eventually a woman in red stepped over to Lindsey, checked her collar, and grabbed one of her hands. “Come with me, pretty plaything.”

There was no acknowledgement, no agreement—simply compliance. Lindsey followed along, no longer dancing in ways that called attention to all of her body’s many lovely assets. With a new command, the former simply washed away. There wasn’t enough room in Lindsey’s mind for two directives.

She was too busy following along to make sure every little way she moved was sexy.

Eventually they reached a door, and the pink-haired woman holding Lindsey’s hand smiled as she closed the door behind them. “Lot twenty seven, Lindsey Harmon. Do you want me to grab anything else?”

Another Lindsey might have minded being referred to as a thing, but this Lindsey didn’t. She stood in a daze, staring ahead with a simple smile on her face as her head began its dance of lolling from one shoulder to the other just like it had when she was on the dance floor.

“No, she’ll be fine. The rest of our entertainment isn’t from the main floor.” A blonde woman lounging on a luxurious, red-leather couch beside a woman with deep brown hair raised a glass, filled with something dark and brown. The pink haired woman smiled, nodding silently before she disappeared back out the door. It locked with a satisfying metal thud a moment later.

It was a cozy little room, plenty of room for the long couch, one big enough for two women to sprawl across without even needing to touch, a table off to the side, and a few other small amenities that made it look better for more than just a brief stay.

Beside the blonde sat a woman with dark brown hair. While the blonde was sexy in a very young, slender-with-curves sort of way, the brunette was all curves with a maturity one might describe as sophistication when really it was just experience and a wicked sense of wry amusement.

“Now, I think we can both agree that Lindsey here is an amazing product…” The blonde licked her lips. “Lindsey! Turn around. Slowly.”

Lindsey moaned out a distant response as she slowly pirouetted. Her body jiggled and swayed, already so well trained to show off all of her assets even when performing such a simple action. None of it took any thought, but Lindsey didn’t have much room for those while she was high, anyway. There was an extra little sway to her movements, an extra firm jut when she had the chance, but the spark of personality that had once defined her had nothing to say about any of it.

She was swilling in medicated bliss.

“Look at that. Head to toe… she’s a masterpiece. Her tits are a delight to squeeze, her ass is perfect for digging in your nails, and she’s tall enough that bending her over anything isn’t an issue. If it’s shorter… just have her on her knees.” The blonde snapped her fingers. “Lindsey. Kneel.”

Groaning, Lindsey dropped down to her knees, and then instantly began to spread them apart. The ripples and jiggles sent through her chest by the dramatic movement had the brunette pressing her lips and her thighs together in approval.

Her green eyes looked so empty, so vapid, so utterly devoid of anything inside.

“Also, and I can attest to this personally?” The blonde rested a hand on her chest, whispering conspiratorially to the brunette. “A mouth meant to eat pussy. Apparently she used to think she was asexual or something, but that doesn’t really matter if you keep her nice and high. She’ll have you curling your toes in no time, and the way she screams? It’s fucking amazing. Made me wish that I’d been one of the gals working her over from the start…”

“You’re a lovely show woman as ever, Abby.” The older brunette purred, slowly nodding as her eyes scanned along Lindsey’s parted thighs and drank in the way they occasionally clenched.

Abby laughed, curling a finger around a lock of her blonde hair. “Thank you, Bianca. It’s what they pay me for—and for being a pretty face. A pretty face that doesn’t cost extra.”

“Noted.”

The two women sitting on the couch purred, and the Bianca shifted back into a more comfortable position, slowly pulling up her skirt as she spread her legs apart. “I’ve paid you enough already to get a taste of this amazing mouth of hers, haven’t I?”

“More than enough. And you’re my favorite client—for a girl who gets paid on commission?” Abby raised an eyebrow. “That’s as good as gold. You know the rules—no leaving any marks on her until the final transaction goes through… but you tend to like to keep them intact anyway. Makes a girl wonder why you’re here so often. Lindsey!”

The kneeling woman glanced up at Abby. It was almost haunting the way her guileless eyes stared right at the blonde while it was obvious she was understanding so little she saw.

Lindsey mewled.

She didn’t know why, but some part of her knew that being stimulating was part of her job. Doing her job meant she got more pills. Pills were the meaning of her life more personal than any distant divinity and more permanently fulfilling than any lover could ever hope to be by comparison.

“Show my friend here just how good you are at working your tongue.”

The sounds that slurred from Lindsey’s mouth were impossible to discern as distinct words, but her intent was clear. Lindsey didn’t rise from the floor, swaying her ass side to side as she crawled over to Bianca. When her lips finally pressed to the slick skin of Bianca’s pussy, Lindsey’s eyes melted shut. She didn’t need to use her eyes for what she was doing, and something told her that moaning and shuddering as she serviced the other woman was a better sell with her eyes either melted shut or helplessly fluttering.

She’d taken her pussy-eating lessons as seriously as a mindless drugged up slave girl possibly could—which was to say deadly serious.

“Mmmm… Oh…” Bianca purred, lacing her fingers through Lindsey’s hair. A sharp whine vibrated across Bianca’s lower lips as she pulled Lindsey that much tighter against her body. “You weren’t lying. I’ve never been disappointed with… mmm… your product before, but these lips… you’re sure that she wasn’t… mmm… experienced before you found her…?”

“I think she had a dykey friend she experimented with?” Abby rolled her eyes, snorting before blowing a lock of blonde hair from her face. “You know how it is… but those lips’ll belong to you…”

Bianca groaned, drawing out a muffled cry as she hooked a leg over Lindsey’s back and harshly pulled her that much more roughly close. “That’s… mmm… an inevitability… No way am I letting someone else get their hands on her… and she’s programmed like the others to tell me when… Mmnnnn… She needs another hit…?”

“Lindsey is a twenty-four-seven model.” Abby’s tone dripped with sensuous lust, but something about the way her words flowed made the entire experience something so much closer to discussing a car than a woman transformed into a sexual appliance. “You can taper her off if you want, even stop dosing her up entirely to watch how much it fucks her up to go cold turkey… but she’s been redesigned to be kept floating all the time. And that’s what we’ll warranty.”

“Mmm… why does it feel like I’m buying a subscription to another supply of pills each time I get another girl?” Bianca’s voice quivered with a deeper, huskier edge as her breath caught in her throat. “I would say you do this… mmm… to the sexiest ones… on… mmm purpose…!”

Abby shrugged, a coy smile on her face. “There’s a chance. I don’t decide those things. You’d need to ask someone in charge, wouldn’t you… and that’s not really what you want, huh?”

“No… I don’t… really… care!” Bianca hissed out the words, her whole body tightening as she arched up into Lindsey’s mouth. “S-slower… Mmm draw it out you little slut… I want to take my time enjoying your skills.”

Lindsey groaned an acknowledgement, and Bianca’s heartrate visibly settled.

“Show me the other.”

Abby grabbed up her phone, pressing a contact before holding her phone to her ear. She spoke quietly, but with no attempt to hide anything she spoke. Some of the sensuality drained from her voice, replaced by a cold, curt professionalism that was more functional than erotic. “Send in twenty-seven’s point five. I’m in my usual room. Bring her wearing whatever. Don’t dose her first, but make sure she’s… restrained.”

She listened for the reply, the woman on the other side of the phone competing with the wet sounds of Lindsey pleasuring Bianca, and then hung up with a sly smile.

“Shouldn’t be long. I made sure you’d get to enjoy this…”

Bianca groaned, nodding as her lips curved into a wicked smirk. “Mmm… what’s the point in violating the basic idea of humans as… mmm… individuals with freewill and consent and not take a time to twist the knife now and then…? Lindsey will be anything… Mmmmm… Everything I want her to be… but can she really show pain? Can she really show me how much she regrets what she is…?”

Abby wiggled her brows.

“That’d cost extra.”

Both women laughed together, Bianca’s twined with a moan.

“Of course, her point five is a lot less…” Abby waved her hand, visibly struggling to find the right word. “Broken in? That does come with its fair share of risks. We’ll warranty her, but not what she does to you. I’d still recommend giving her a hit now and then… just make her earn it. It’s not like her life the rest of the time won’t seem exceptionally bleak.”

“Mmm what a dire consideration.” Bianca groaned, her hips moving quicker as she rubbed herself messily against Lindsey’s face. “I always love the conversations we have back here…”

Abby didn’t speak a word, but the smile on her face said everything.

The door opened again, briefly letting the beat enter the room before the pink haired woman stepped in again. Stumbling behind her was a woman with a black bag over her face—carefully kept in place by a collar around her neck with a hard plastic tag labeling her as 27.5. The woman was shorter than Lindsey, with a body that possessed far fewer curves, but instead a certain fun tautness. A black latex bodysuit clung tight to her every curve, not able to make any of them seem more impressive but making the tightness of her body all the more apparent.

An arm binder trapped the woman’s hands together, and a cute chain linking one of her boots to the other would have made it impossible for her to run. This time there was a leash leading from the woman’s collar, silver links that ended in a black latex handle.

“Do you want me to hook her on the wall, or hand her to you…?” The pink haired woman asked, and the leashed woman snarled—or sounded like she was trying to around a gag. “She is still a bit… feral… but proper precautions have been taken. She’s effectively hobbled.”

Abby gestured to the wall, and then to the door. “Thank you. I’ll let you know if there’s anything else I want you to bring.”

After pushing the leash’s handle against the hook—a variety that sealed to keep the strap in place—the pink-haired woman smiled and left. The door locked again a moment later, leaving the four women alone in the small room.

“Very nice… Mmm display… I’d been expecting some product with more… roundness…” Bianca laughed and moaned with another jerk of her hips. “Not a lot of resemblance is there?”

“Oh, there’s plenty… Here…” Abby slid down from the couch, and made her way over to the bound woman. “Though she’s hardly as…” Pale hands squeezed at the latex-clad woman’s small chest, eliciting an angry cry and pitiful thrashing. “Filled out? You liked twenty-seven’s blank eyes… well wait until you see her point five’s eyes so full of life and fury!”

In one swift motion Abby tore the hood off of 27.5’s head, and long black hair fell loosely past her latex-clad shoulders. Green eyes stared with harsh venom first at Bianca, and then Abby when the blonde squeezed at her chest again. Her mouth was open entirely too wide, a large bright-pink ball straining her jaw. Her skin, smooth and pale, so easily matched Lindsey’s.

No one would need to be told they were sisters.

“I could tell you her name, but she’s not so fucked up she won’t be very happy to tell you.” Abby sighed, trailing her nails down along Aemilia’s body to squeeze at the bound woman’s thigh. “But that’s only if you care. She’ll be yours, and as far as I’m concerned you can call her anything you want to call her, Bianca. Maybe gaslight her, and call her Lindsey. It’s the least she deserves after she came snooping around looking for her sister…”

Aemilia’s green eyes flared, her pitiful cries and thrashing doing nothing but earning more laughter from both women. They also served to tire out the already visibly exhausted young woman.

“Now, now… Mmm…” Bianca purred, pushing Lindsey away. The loud slick pop that filled the room was altogether different from the opening of a pill bottle, but carried with it a different ominousness. “We should be praising the young woman. She was so dutifully seeking out her dear sister… That’s commendable. Why would I punish her for being a good girl?”

Aemilia’s whole body tensed, her eyes narrowing as she quietly growled around the gag.

Bianca shifted, lifting Lindsey’s chin with the toe of her heels. “Up, up, up… Stand. Nice and slow…”

Face still wet with Bianca’s juices, Lindsey slowly rose up to her feet. Once there she swayed, her hips seeming like they were incapable of remaining still. Again as before, her head seemed too heavy for her neck and began to move from one shoulder to the other.

“Turn around.”

All of the warmth that one might have been able to read in Bianca’s words to Aemilia, or in her somewhat mature demeanor, vanished at once. The grin across her face could only be seen as wicked, the look of a woman reveling in teasing the blade of her knife just against a woman’s skin as she cut away her most intimate apparel. She was skillful enough to not draw blood, to not ruin the game, but that didn’t matter to Aemilia.

Her face fell, her green eyes wide and horrified.

She screamed around the gag in her mouth. She thrashed, trying to rip herself free of the leash, to pull her arms free of the bindings, to pull her legs further apart, but again only served to tire herself out. She only made a show of the way the latex shined tight and smooth against the places her legs met her torso. She only better showed how taut and firm her body really was.

Lindsey didn’t even seem to notice.

“That’s your sister, sweetie.” Bianca sighed, slowly rising up to her feet. She wrapped an arm around Bianca’s waist, the other clutching a breast. She squeezed until Lindsey cried out, her face peeking out from over one of Lindsey’s shoulders. “You came looking for a woman, for a person, but there’s no one like that here. She was just between my legs, so quick to make me cum I had to tell her to slow down so I could enjoy myself… because I wanted her to kiss you with these pussy-wet lips.”

With a sharp whimper, the conviction in Aemilia’s eyes faltered. She tried to scream again, but the sound was so much more pitiful.

Bianca knocked on the side of Lindsey’s head.

Lindsey groaned, her head lolling to the side.

“Your sister? She’s going to be my property. She’s going to belong to me… and she’ll be happy for it.” Bianca released Lindsey’s waist, and snapped her fingers. “Abby… mind if I borrow a bottle for a moment?”

“Nope! With glee… I always love watching you work. The moment when their heart breaks is fucking orgasmic.” Abby gave Aemilia’s tight latex-held ass a hard, loud swat before bouncing across the room. She grabbed up a small pill bottle, shaking it before stepping over and dropping it right in Bianca’s outstretched hand.

Aemilia’s thrashing regained their prior fervor, but only for a moment. Even without Abby nearby there was no chance she could break free. The chain connecting her neck to the wall was too strong, as were both the collar I was connected to and the hook itself. The chains at her feet weren’t giving way. Her arms were just as tightly bound as when she first started to struggle. The only freedom she’d gained was in the lack of a bag obscuring her face—and that had been entirely at Abby’s wishes and occurred due to her actions.

Nothing Aemilia had done mattered.

Nothing except getting herself trapped.

Bianca shook the pill bottle beside Lindsey’s ear. Her eyes didn’t suddenly regain focus, but she did mewl with a low, deep intensity that seemed so much more genuine than the sway of her hips or the clenching of her thighs.

Something about that mewl, the depths of aching, the longing desire…

That seemed much more accurate, more true, to who Lindsey was in that moment.

“These fun little things…” Bianca shook the bottle again, and Lindsey groaned even lower, her hips shuddering forward. “They make life better than an orgasm that never stops. The way I’ve heard it… all of the problems of the world goes away. You’re too warm, feeling too good to care that you’re a used up fucktoy. That’s what the girls I already own say, anyway… and it’s what your sister would say, if I ever let her come down.”

Pop!

Bianca pushed the bottle open with her thumb, and the sound was enough to make Lindsey cry out.

“Your sister needs these, or she’s going to be a wreck. Distraught. Horrified. Miserable…” Bianca’s eyes slowly hooded. “And I’ll even let you be the one to give them to her… I’ll even let you get one, when you earn it like the good girl I know you can be… and every time you bite, or snarl, or cry…”

Bianca drew her hand back, and it came down on the back of Lindsey’s neck.

Lindsey tumbled to the ground in a heap, not even making the softest of whines until she hit the floor. Even then, it was a small sound that most people would find it hard to take seriously.

“Bee!” Abby pouted, rubbing her lips together as she lifted her arms to push her arms together while she wiggled her hips. “Do you want to get me in trouble? No denting the merchandise until—”

“If I don’t buy them both. Right now…” Bianca ignored Abby’s routine entirely, shaking the now open pill bottle over the crumpled heap of Lindsey. “Do you keep them together, or do you let me buy twenty-seven, and her point five goes on to be bought by… whoever… so she’ll never see her sister again, never have a chance to take care for her, to love her, to do… anything… but cry whenever she doesn’t have a pill blotting that out…?”

Abby paused.

“The second one. Obviously.”

Aemilia sniffled. Her eyes were full of tears. Shivers ran along her body as she tried her best now to not struggle but instead push against the wall. Her eyes were torn between the pill bottle, and her collapsed sister.

“So I’ll make this choice very easy for you, point five…” Bianca’s voice was ice cold as she tipped the pill bottle. A white-and-red pill plinked off of Lindsey’s face, dangerously close to one of her beautiful green eyes. Lindsey whimpered. “Lindsey here is too high to do anything but what she’s told. The reason you’re gagged is because that applies to you, too… anything you told her, if she could understand it… Well and violence. They program that right out.

“I’ll have Abby here take out your gag. You tell your sister to feed you a pill…” Another pill, this one bouncing off of Lindsey’s forehead. Aemilia whimpered, but the sound was much softer, much more defeated. “And I’ll buy you both. Let you take care of her—even when you’re too high to know why you care. If not…?”

Bianca dropped a pill into her other hand.

“I fuck her while you watch, and then we leave you chained to the wall. You might sell, you might be free use on a dance floor…” She shrugged, her eyes hooding low. “Those are your choices. You know no one’s coming to rescue either of you.”

Aemilia quivered, shaking as tears spilled over her cheeks.

“Take off her gag. If she doesn’t say what I want to hear… put it back in.” Bianca smiled, twisting the pill between two of her fingers.

“You got it!” Abby giggled as she bounced over, her voice lowering when she was closer to Aemilia than Bianca. “But if you don’t at least buy one of them I’ll have to be more strict with you in the future—and you know it.”

With all of the boredom of a queen being told she wasn’t allowed to just brutalize any peasant she wanted by an advisor she thought little more of than a fly, Bianca waved off Abby’s complaints with a casual gesture. Abby didn’t seem to mind, slowly opening the metal that held the leather straps in place.

Shortly after that, Aemilia was gasping and moving her jaw experimentally as she stared pitifully down at her sister who still barely seemed to be doing more than lightly breathing and blinking.

“What’s it going to be, point five?”

“A-Aemilia…” The younger woman sobbed out, shaking like a leaf against the wall. “M-my names… A-A-Aemilia…”

Bianca’s smile softened. It was impossible for any of the former illusory warmth to feel real. If anything, it just made the faux warmth more biting than any chill wind could be. “Aemilia. I think I’ll let you keep that name—if I keep you. Her name… I think you’ll be the only one to remember it, so… It’s up to you. It is entirely up to you what happens to her—”

“Lindsey!” Aemilia screamed, her voice hoarse from so much muffled screaming. “G-g-give… Give me a pill…! G-give it to me… P-p-please…”

As Abby whistled, Lindsey gracelessly rose to her knees, and then stumbled up to her feet. Bianca held out the pill, and Lindsey took it with a smile that seemed to send bliss shuddering across her entire body. There was such little time for the crying girl to doubt if her actions were the right ones.

Her sister was quick to push the pill into her sister’s mouth.

“Lindsey.” Bianca chimed in helpfully. “Hand over her mouth and nose.” Aemilia’s eyes opened wide as she screamed against her sister’s hand. “Sorry, girl. I’m a bit older than you, and that trick is so… fifth grade?” Bianca sneered, stroking Lindsey’s hair as she stared right into Aemilia’s eyes. “Not going to let you pretend to swallow, or put it under your tongue or something silly like that. You’re going to swallow, and if that means you pass out first…? I don’t really care.

“You’re mine now, Aemilia.”

The younger woman struggled in her sister’s grasp, but only for so long. She couldn’t keep it up indefinitely, and her courage gave up before her consciousness faded. She swallowed, hard, and even made a show of swirling her tongue around her closed mouth before swallowing again.

“You can let go, Lindsey… But… no. Reach inside of her mouth. Make sure the pill isn’t there.” Bianca smiled, so smug as Lindsey obediently felt all around the inside of her sister’s mouth. She grunted something so weary and weak, but Bianca clearly understood. “You put up a… okay, you put up a horrible fight, but it doesn’t matter now, Aemilia. You’re not just a point five… you’re going to be your sister’s personal pharmacist.”

Aemilia sniffled, shaking her head as she quivered.

“Don’t worry. It won’t take long before the meds kick in… and then…” Bianca grinned. “I’ll let your sister cheer you up.”

For a long time, Aemilia was silent. She shifted and squirmed, but she couldn’t even look her sister in the eyes. Abby’s giggling, so close yet so unimportant for anything but cruelty, didn’t make it any easier.

Then Aemilia whimpered. It was a sound of confusion, of uncertainty, and instead of sinking against the wall she slid until the collar wouldn’t let her go any lower.

“Watch, twenty-seven.” Bianca whispered into Lindsey’s ear loud enough for Aemilia to hear every syllable clearly. “Watch as the last of your sister’s free will burns out because you gave her that pill. Any time you’re not high…? I want you to never be able to forget you were the one who gave her that first hit, so the guilt, the horror, the dread of that, hits you at the same time you’re pleading for another pill.”

“N-noooo…?” Aemilia whimpered. It already took so much effort to fully express her desires. They felt more fake the longer she tried, ebbing off into nothingness as her voice drifted to silence. “Stop…”

Bianca chuckled.

“Too late, Aemilia.” Bianca grinned. “Lindsey. Kiss your sister, nice and deep. Kiss her like she wasn’t your sister.”

Aemilia’s eyes opened wide, but she was already burning up too hot, and feeling too detached from reality to act at the speed she’d need to use to avoid what was coming. “Linmmmmphhh…!” The taste of Bianca’s pussy, and her sister’s tongue, overwhelmed Aemilia as her eyes rolled back into her head. Lindsey’s tongue was such a powerful force inside of her mouth, and Aemilia felt so powerless, so weak.

“Kiss her back.” Bianca whispered into Aemilia’s ear like it was the most casual suggestion in the world. “Show your sister-slave how much you missed her. Like you mean it.”

Aemilia’s eyes melted shut, and it wasn’t long before Lindsey was moaning. Both sisters grinded into each other, the sound of latex squeaking against skin filling the room along with their moans and the wet, slick sounds of their tongues dancing together with less and less resistance from Aemilia.

The other two women stood together, watching with a sneer and a cheerful smile as the sisters writhed together as one. Lindsey’s fingers laced through the hair just above Aemilia’s neck, and Aemilia, bound as she was, pressed as tight as she could against her sister.

“You fucking owe me, Bee.” Abby didn’t stop smiling, but her tone was still mildly huffy. “There’s always another pill—I don’t care about you spilling a few of those on the floor… but come on, she’s at least a solid eight. You don’t hurt an eight before you buy her. I know your money is good, but c’mon. My boss is gonna get pissy if she finds out…”

Bianca shrugged. “There’s always another pill, but look at those two?” Bianca gestured as Lindsey’s hands roamed along her sister’s back, and even squeezed at her ass in its tight latex shell. The squeaking sound was delicious, and even Abby couldn’t stop herself from squeezing her thighs together with a dreamy sigh. “They’re hot, but they’re not even unique. There’s always another pill is true, but there’s another side of that, too.”

“That being…?”

“There’s always another mouth eager for another pill.”

Both women laughed again, and Bianca made her way back over to the couch. She wiggled into place, and shifted so one of her legs was lifted up, resting on the couch beside her. “Take the point five down off the wall, will you? I want them both between my legs… and once they make me cum I’ll pay your boss—give you a tip for all of your trouble—and make my way home with my new pets. Does the latex come with her?”

Abby sighed as though it were reluctant while her hands removed the leash from Aemilia’s collar. “Of course. You’re paying for what you see. I’ll throw in an extra bottle just for you, as a courtesy.”

“You’re just too kind, Abby.” Bianca snickered as the blonde whispered into Lindsey’s ear, and then Aemilia’s. “What ever would I do without you?”

“Have a lot fewer orgasms?” Abby shrugged, smiling as she gave both sisters a hard swat on their asses. They stumbled over to Bianca, falling to their knees to crawl the last little way. Their lips nearly met time and time again as they kissed over Bianca’s glistening sex in clumsy unison.

Bianca groaned, her head falling back as she grabbed a chunk of both of the sisters’ dark black hair. “Mmmm… And what a pity… that… would be…!”

Aemilia wiggled her tight ass in the air, and Lindsey wiggled her own, full and plush, right beside.

Both of their eyes were empty and blank as Bianca came.