Even You Worm Will Turn

You are nothing but a body. Your cock belongs to them now. Arson and Elise crowd in, mouths on you at once, tongues sliding, wet and greedy, until you shake with the need to come. They stop just short. They laugh. Elise drives her tongue between Arson's thighs, owns her cunt, owns the sound Arson makes when she comes. You are not allowed to touch. Arson plants her bare feet on your shaft and strokes you with the same cool cruelty she uses on every toy. She climbs over you, sinks down, fucks you at the exact speed that pleases her, and every thrust is paid for in sharp cracks from Elise’s whip and the slap of her palm. Arson’s tits bounce. Elise’s hand leaves red prints. You stay hard. You stay bound. They speak over you, tell you what a lucky worm you are, how little you matter beyond the use between your legs. They come again, loud, shameless, while your cock throbs inside a pussy that was never offered to you. The headset stays on. They stay on top. You stay exactly where they put you.