Enforced Justice Part 2: Justice Enslaved

Justice, Rapture and Siren live locked in servitude. Siren slips the collar and bolts. Months later Rapture trains Justice under the same roof. Every strike of the crop, every buck of the strap, every grind of flesh against flesh pulls them closer until Justice tastes the older woman’s mouth and wants more. She packs a bag at midnight. Barefoot, half-dressed, she makes the front gate before Mistress Scarlett drags her back by the hair. Scarlett strips them both. She chains Justice bent over a saw-horse, Rapture spread on the floor beneath. The blonde mistress works the flogger across Justice’s ass until her skin burns red; she rams a thick plug between her cheeks and fucks Rapture’s face while the crop kisses the brunette’s spread thighs. Justice’s heavy tits swing with every lash, sweat slicking the valley between them. Rapture’s beard rasps the leather harness as she forces her tongue deeper to please their captor. Scarlett switches to the cane, leaving thin welts across both women until they beg to come. She denies them, ties them face-to-face with Justice straddling Rapture, clamps their nipples together, and grinds a vibrator between their cunts until the wet sound of flesh slapping fills the room. When the toys finally stop, Justice stares into Rapture’s eyes, the question burning: keep serving her city, or stay enslaved to the woman she craves?