Mummified boy on table and toy of two sexy bullies

Aly and Tenjou move through Jack's house like two wolves who already know the kill. They wait. When he steps in, phone pressed to his ear, they hit him from behind—hard. The phone skitters across the floor. Tenjou's arms lock around his chest while Aly slaps heavy tape across his mouth, sealing it fast and brutal. He thrashes, tries to head-butt, but Tenjou's grip only tightens. They haul him into the living room. Aly works in tight, angry circles, wrapping tape around his arms and chest until the silver bands bite into skin. Another pass, another layer; she doesn't stop until his torso is a silver cocoon. She drops lower, winds the tape around his thighs, his calves, his ankles, turning him into one rigid shape. Jack can't even twitch. They dump him on the table. More tape lashes him down—across his shoulders, over his hips, around his ankles—pinning him flat. His chest rises and falls in panicked jerks. The tape over his mouth rips free. Aly forces a dental gag between his teeth, cranking his jaws wide. Tenjou climbs up in skin-tight leather pants and drops her ass straight onto his face, smothering him, grinding slow and deliberate. Every breath he fights for belongs to her. At the same time Aly peels off her sneakers and plants both bare, sweat-slick feet over his nose and mouth, toes curling against his open lips, pushing in. Tenjou leans forward, smothering deeper. Aly wipes her soles across his tongue, making him taste every sour inch. When they're ready to go, Aly peels off her damp socks, stuffs them into his stretched mouth until his cheeks bulge, then winds fresh tape over the whole mess until nothing shows but the shape of fabric trapped inside. They laugh once, low and cruel. Jack lies there, taped flat, mouth full of sock, table-bound, nothing left but the sound of their footsteps walking away.