Suffering Together

Holly and Jeze both know what they signed up for. They must endure the whole thing or break trying. Legs wide, arms wrenched behind her, blindfolded, Holly opens her cunt for anything. The Pope drags Jeze in, shoves her face between those thighs and makes her tongue work until Holly starts to shake. Then the cane sings. Red lines stripe every inch from her hard nipples down to the tender arches of her feet. Jeze stays exactly where she is, lips on Holly’s clit while pain blossoms across her own back. Next position is vicious. Holly’s spine bows into a cruel arch, the sybian wedged tight against her cunt. Jeze returns, body used like an instrument, every moan and flinch dialed up to make Holly’s torment sharper. She gets hers too, every time she falters. No mercy, just the relentless grind of the vibrator and the sting of fresh welts. Last, the two whores kneel face-to-face in doggy. Close enough to taste each other’s breath. They watch every blow land on the other, forced to witness the shaking thighs, the gritted teeth. They try to hold each other up with their eyes, but the punishment keeps coming. The fight fades. There is no winning here.