Enforced Justice Part 2: Tables Turned

Scarlet’s tongue works Justice like she owns her, but the blonde just smiles through the ropes. Every filthy word lands on deaf ears. Rapture watches from the corner, arms crossed, the sweat on her big tits catching the light. Then something shifts in the brunette’s eyes. She steps in fast, drops Scarlet with one clean strike, and turns on Justice. The betrayal hits like a slap. Justice doesn’t hesitate. She takes Rapture out, too, and drags both women into the slaver’s van still parked in the alley. She tapes vibrators tight against each of their wet cunts, straps their wrists and ankles, and leaves the engines humming. Justice sits behind the wheel, beard scratching her knuckles as she grips it. She hasn’t decided yet: hand them over to the law, or drive until the road disappears and the three of them disappear with it.