“Y-Yes, Mistress,” she moans, writhing with desire.
“Then why don’t you show me what you’ve learned?” she laughs, shoving the redhead’s face into the blonde’s crotch. She watches with amusement as the failed dominatrix forces her exhausted tongue and aching jaw to sloppily pleasure the slave, both of them pushing their bodies past endurance to satisfy her every whim. The ghoul smiles wickedly, tugging on the redhead’s handcuffs, shoving her neck down with one foot, then walking around and pinning the blonde’s wrists above her head as she climaxes, then holding her as she climaxes again, and again, and again, not relenting until she feels them both about to pass out from the exertion. She easily hauls the redhead off and throws her back down on the grass, the handcuffs digging into the delicate flesh of her back as she writhes with unquenched desire. She crawls up over the girl, face to face just inches away, letting her nipples brush the prone and helpless girls’ own, smiling at the tremor of aching anticipation it summons in her.
“Beg for it.”
“Please Mistress…Please, fuck me, oh god, please, I need it so bad…”
“Hmm, I’ll bet you do, you miserable little ‘dyke’…but you don’t deserve it,” she growls. She rises up on her knees, straddling the girl’s thighs, forcing her legs together uncomfortably over her aching pussy and reaches just out of the girl’s sight, the hand coming back with a bottle of Southern Comfort. “Tsk, underage drinking…” she taunts, opening the bottle and taking a quick swig, savoring the burning taste as it washes her mouth clean of the cheerleaders’ juices, then spitting the mouthful onto the girl’s raw breasts. “you two are gonna be in SO much trouble” she says, upending the bottle and shoving it roughly up her prey’s clenching pussy, soaking her prostrate form in the aromatic whiskey.
Her eyes go wide with shock and agony, thrashing madly against her handcuffs as the ghoul pins her by the neck to the grass, hips bucking with a mind of their own as she eagerly fucks the bottle back, booze sloshing out of her tight pussy, burning her inside and out. Zoe slaps the bottle roughly, then seizes the bottom and begins twisting and thrusting it inside her, the smooth unyielding glass grinding against her wet, aching clit slow and hard. She blushes furiously and whimpers, biting her lip as she climaxes, utterly humiliated but strangely thrilled to be so debased.
“Slave Number One, clean her up won’t you?” Zoe pulls the bottle out and crawls around to her head, forcing the long neck between her slack lips, forcing the last drops down her throat. She walks off as the blond, barely recovered, eagerly climbs up onto the helpless redhead and drinks deeply from her alcohol-soaked pussy, licking the musky whiskey off her sweaty skin thirstily. The redhead writhes weakly as she’s eaten out, her quivering clit sore yet aching for every touch of her tongue, moaning quietly as she climaxes again, stars swimming across her field of vision as she surrenders to unconsciousness, the blond not far behind her.
She circles her resting prey, smirking playfully as they snuggle protectively into one another. She stops over their heads and crouches low, then grips the blond by the hair first, pulling her sleeping body into one last hungry kiss. She forces her tongue between the slack lips, kissing her slumbering toy hard and hotly. The blond protests weakly, her arms pushing so gently on her chest they may as well be resting but not rousing from their exhausted sleep. Zoe tires of this hollow victory and turns her attention to the bound and unconscious redhead, carelessly discarding the blond on the cold sharp grass to pull the light and helpless form up by the hair. The girl cries out, mewling like a cat as she’s pulled up to slump against the ghoul’s ample chest, gasping and whimpering softly as her own breasts are ruthlessly pinched, her tiny rose-pink nipples twisted and tugged as she cries “no” so softly it can barely be heard, her eyebrows pinched in agony as she writhes in her mistress’ grip, her bound hands finding the wet pussy and squeezing it softly, reflexively. Zoe shudders with arousal and tries to squeeze a little more energy out of her toy, pinching the girl’s clitoris roughly, slapping her inner thighs, but on finding the girl beyond rousing discards her into the open arms of the blond With a sigh she returns to the bench and sorts through the bag, picking out some clothes that will fit her, setting a few select pieces aside, and shredding the rest.
As the first ray of actual sunlight crests the horizon and the sky lights a beautiful red-gold, she surveys her prey, the blond sub still holding the bound dom sweetly when she hears the echo of her mistress’ words again. ~When the sun shows itself, I want you to welcome it for me; it has been centuries since last I saw it myself. Face the rising sun and pleasure yourself; continue to do so until the full disc has come into view.~
“You have got to be kidding”, she whispers in a tremulous voice as her hands, acting nearly on their own volition, begin to eagerly violate her.
She guides her unstoppable hands to slowly, shakily slide down her stomach as she arches her back towards the rising sun, one leg up on the stone bench as her left hand firmly pins open her labia, her right eagerly probing her depths. She moans, trying to muffle her cries as she grinds one finger against her g-spot, another slipping wetly against her trembling clit, breasts heaving as she feels pleasure like a mortal in the glow of the rising sun, its rays warming her nude, glistening body.
With a sigh she surrenders to the sensations, reclining on the cold unyielding stone, her tortured body trembling with pleasure as she closes her eyes and imagines her possessed hands are instead her mistress’ own. She squirms as her hand slides inexorably back up her bucking hips, trailing her sticky, musky honey up into her cleavage; she gasps as her pert breasts are squeezed roughly, and parts her full, luscious lips to receive the juicy, dripping fingers that probe her mouth, degrading herself for her absent mistress’ amusement. She obediently sucks the fingers clean, squirming helplessly as her other hand roughly and awkwardly pinches her trembling clit, gasping out another climax, arching back on the bench and howling in helpless pleasure. She collapses finally, panting raggedly, gasping for breath like a mortal, writhing fluidly as the aftershocks run riot across her body, opening her eyes just as the sunrise completes and releases her from her obligation. She rises shakily to her feet, glowering down at the unconscious mortals. Her mistress will pay for this…but in the meantime…
The two cheerleaders awake a little after dawn. Becky finds herself in nothing but a red, lacy, translucent bra and panties set with matching garter belt and stockings; Cindy finds herself in a tight white cupless corset with thong panties, thigh-high stockings, and long gloves. Both of them find themselves handcuffed together and a brief note: “Have fun getting home.”