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The most that Luz and Amity could do together was sit awkwardly in one another’s laps and grind their needy girldicks together. And that was nice. Frotting was a fun way to snugglefuck and rub together, their twitchy dicks happy to feel the friction. But it was nowhere near anything like what they really needed. It was a little bit of sustenance and enrichment for two girls in love with each other to do something, anything, sexual together, but it was simply the filler in the middle to try and stave of being too pent-up. Any satisfaction they found in it was the kind of sappy marshmallow fluff cuddle stuff that didn’t really sate either of them sexually, only further underscoring how badly they needed other things.
They were both submissive bottoms.
Not just submissive bottoms, but hopelessly kinky little sluts who wanted the most humiliating kind of sex they could get. Lesbians who liked being rawed by men. Girls who liked to get forced to drink piss. They ate ass, they got gangbanged, they reveled in being humiliated sexually, physically, and verbally. They needed to be bossed around and bullied in any way they could, and it was even hard for their dicks to even get hard if they weren't being degraded, a consequence of their transitions leaving their dicks weaker and their loads so pathetic. They loved one another in all ways, too deeply committed to each other to ever even consider the idea of breaking up over this incompatibility issue; it was easy to overcome. They just had to get fucked together.
Standing heads down and hands behind their backs in front of Lilith, they were getting the treatment they deserved. "I think this will finally stop all the thin, watery cum you keep dripping all over my furniture while you frot," Lilith teased, securing both girls in matching cock cages, flattening down their soft dicks and effectively cutting them off from being able to do anything with them again. She wove magic into locking them up, the keys turning with a steady click and then disappearing in a sparkly puff of smoke. "I don't know if I'll ever let you out."
Both girls whined, looking up at Lilith with shaky, nervous bursts of need, their bodies squirming through the embarrassment certain to take them. They were thrown by the sheer pressure behind this presence, ashamed of how much it was turning them on just to be locked in cock cages. The stood in wriggling embarrassment, tense and awkward while looking down between their legs at what had been done to them and at the shameful realization they didn’t really have a good answer for it. They felt so ashamed, so nervously wriggling and shifting while they stood there, the cold metal snug against their skin, their cocks locked away with a sense of finality to it. Infuriatingly, it turned them on just to look down at their bodies, shivers of satisfaction and shame rushing over them while they gathered up what will and focus they could to make sense of it.
"There, that looks much better. It's not as if either of you was using that cock for anything. I've never seen you hump anything but your hand or a pillow before. And now my pillows are probably saved, too." Lilith drew in closer, her eyes narrowing with a flare of hunger and desire pushing her along, the incentive now to keep pushing against their dignity leaving her gleeful beyond restraint for the chance to make them suffer a bit deeper. She drew closer to the while they cowered, two caged trans girls totally ashamed of themselves. They burned for it, so eagerly ashamed of themselves, so ready to crumble. They felt pathetic in all the best ways, looking up at Lilith from below their dropped brows, tense with worry and hunger and pure excitement, throbbing ecstasies and spectacles leaving them burning for more, the pleasures to keep them giving in to the burning excitement upon them now.
Lilith kept her gaze on them for a moment longer, stern and forceful in making them cower back in shivering embarrassment, the realizations of crushing worry making them have to shirk back in throbbing embarrassment, the hopeless and aching powerlessness that dragged them to have to inch back, the worrisome reality that had them in an embarrassing place to have to give in to, the stranger shame and panic of things to keep up something utterly maddening. "On your knees," she finally said, a moment of catharsis for them to gasp out in through the frustration drawing them in to the stranger excitement, pleasures to leave them rushing to their knees, ashamed of the ease with which these feelings took them. They just had to act, responding well to a commanding remark and hoping they could serve. It made their thoughts shiver in hotter delight, the thrill of gleeful hungers and embarrassments proving to be just too much for them to manage. It felt incredible, the intoxicating greed of these endless warmths keeping them needing to act.
Gripping both girls by the hair, Lilith got herself between them and pushed herself into position with a big smile spread across her face; she was recklessly focused on the hungry thrill and the heat of pleasures to want to keep building up for, the pressures to keep building with an unstoppable senselessness and a hunger to really want to lose herself to, seeking out the harshness that had her dress coming up and their faces shoved in tight for the sake of pure madness, the aggressive and persistent attention to build without sense through this now. "Eat," she sad.
The sharpness behind her words urged them forward in an instant, Luz's lips shoved against her pussy with a sharp demand she was happy to meet without a shred of hesitation. Her tongue jammed up Lilith's twat with a shaky burn of pleasures surging wildly across her, the pleasures that had her in a place of total frustration, the pleasures to guide her into the reckless thrill throbbing now across her, the pleasures to keep her wanting to act without a shred of sense. She was instantly ready to go all out, pushing happily forward in the throes of a feverish pleasure and a hunger she could give herself in to completely, the pleasures guiding her right into the throbbing excitement she had to accept, throwing right into the sensation and chaos of wanting to go all out, embracing the feelings to keep her loving this all now, feeling the warmth guide her to let go, pushing her along without sense.
Amity had her face between her once-mentor's cheeks, her hands gripping Lilith's legs while she drove her tongue in deep, sloppily making out with her ass and accepting the shivers of pleasure and shame keeping her in a place of absolute embarrassment. It was humiliating, strange, sweeping across her with a burn of senseless and sloppy panic, feelings she had no idea how to manage, but she was determined to keep giving in to all of it while giving in with pure embarrassment to all of it. She had no idea how to contain these feelings, sloppy spectacles sweeping through her with intense shame to leave her determined, ashamed of the pleasures keeping her active and shaken, powerlessly losing herself to the wild burn of pleasures thrilling her, keeping up the wildest of feelings, the pleasure to keep her wanting to give in to these messier joys.
Their mouths were both driven by wild delight to keep tending to these pleasures, an insistence to carry the wildly into this, persistent and sloppy under the shameless joys carrying them along. There was an incredible relief to all of these feelings, pleasures to have to seek out while giving in to the senselessness guiding them along, pleasures escalating into the wildest of shameless joys now. There was no control behind all of this, feelings carrying them to have to keep giving in, the pleasure sloppily demanding that they give in to these pleasures in sloppier aches of pure passion. There was no way to hold this back from the crushing joys carrying them deeper, pleasures tirelessly driving them crazy with simple want. There was something so intoxicating and hungry about losing control to this now, feelings of urgency and embarrassment compelling them to act without much in the way of control, the throbbing heat burning through them.
On they knees was were they belonged, and it all felt so natural to them while their tongues worked at Lilith's holes, tearing through this joy together. Luz was a lot more sloppily forward in this than Amity, gorging on Lilith's snatch with a hopeless urgency driving her up the wall with such primal and simple need to have to give in to, ton asunder by desire and greed while she let it all rip through her. She was lit up with unrelenting passion, the fiery and ferocious desire making her want to lose her mind, driven to heights of frantic hunger more possessive and shameless than she could process. Amity made up for all the fumbling panics with a distinctly senseless push into forward hungers, into pleasures ripping across her without a whole lot of control or certainty. She was desperate to meet these feelings with some sort of composure, but she continued to melt into the throes of twisted excitement, fascinations making her thoughts melt into gooey satisfaction, into the inescapable hunger making her want to lose herself completely.
But Amity woke up more and more, her tongue obeying the pressure and the compulsions of want to give in. She felt it rip across her, the enduring passion and the hunger throbbing across her with an intensity heating up carelessly. There was nothing to do but give in to the sloppy, earnest passions all ripping them apart. Her fingers gripped tighter onto Lilith's cheeks, spreading them out while her tongue obediently slipped in with a dizzying need to give up to these sloppy thrills. It felt like the only way forward for her, hopeless throb of burning excitement keeping her active maybe to the point of ruin. She had to keep trying and had to keep giving herself in to the weight of these burning ideas.
Giving head was enough to wind them up, their bodies lost in shivers of satisfaction and needily pushing in tighter for all the pleasure they could get. There was no way to hold it together, but there felt like something so grand and enticing about throwing herself harder in to these wild feelings. They were getting needier, hotter, burning with an outrageous delight and a greed guiding them to fall completely to pieces, inviting them to lose their minds in senseless excitement and heat, the pleasures that kept them giving in with outrageous heat and pleasures too wild to make any sense of, the uncontrollable excitement guiding them into the deeper and unhinged need to let themselves go, giving in to the idea of letting this all go, having no choice but to succumb to ideas totally detached from sense. It was too much, all so demanding, senseless, sloppily ugly in what it begged them to give in to.
Lilith gripped them both tightly, twisting her grip in their hair and forcing them to have to give her exactly what she wanted. She rocked her way toward impatient release, groaning louder, hungry throbs of pleasure surging up from within, her head spinning and the sweet decadence behind this lust pushing her to want to let go. "Good girls," she groaned, knowing that such words were the kind of music that could drive both these needy subs wild while she writhed in delight. Her orgasm came bearing down on her hard, and the heat building in her voice expressed something senseless, eager, built up with throbbing spectacle and delight to seek out the savouring thrill of letting t all go. She was loud, determined, and made the most of a situation playing wholly into her hands without a shred of hesitation to show for it.
With their hair released, both girls reeled back, shivering in pure embarrassment as they looked up at Lilith, watching in nervous delight and met with the dismissive scorn of a woman still in absolute control of the situation. Their caged dicks were already lit up with need, and the realization set in for both of them that this was about to be the most maddening spree of total denial. Maybe forever. The shivering realization and surprise burning through them now was a simple one, one of absolute certainty that the creeping worries taking them were going to be trapped now in this weird, hazy mess of tension. Their cocks were already screaming for release and relief, and things had only just begun.
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Amity lay across her girlfriend, gently leaned forward with a book in hand to read. It was a calm and almost sweet silence to just be beside her; she was in no hurry to do anything too abrupt or crazy. She was at peace, the soft serenity of not being any hurry, waiting patiently for all the steadiness of this moment, a calm and a relief that had her totally at peace, relaxed with a sense of grounding reason and steadiness, a soft smile spread across her lips. Each page turn was a slow appreciation, something she was in no hurry to move through while just trying her best to manage the situation upon her, a relief she was taking her time with each step of the way down.
Luz had her eyes closed and headphones on, gently tapping her finger against her thigh. The self-contained music was something that helped her in her own warmth, the isolation of her activity alongside the moment, the calm of this sublime calm and relief. She just let the music wash over her, at total peace while these feelings guided her into relief, the pleasures she was happy to accept, giving in to the total comfort and the passion awaiting her. he was in a happy state of simple acceptance, the caress of fingers gently playing out the rhythm without much in the way of sound, the gentle expression of appreciation that helped her enjoy her music without getting too worried by anything else. It was a calm to keep her wanting more, embracing the simple steadiness and satisfaction of playing this along.
It was peaceful, it was calm, it was just a night in for two girls who loved each other, one engrossed in music and the other enjoying a book. They didn't need to go anywhere or get up to anything to just appreciate the moment together, a time of sweet delight and relief they were eager to sink in to, appreciative and taking it easy. The patter of rain outside and the general atmosphere of laziness and sublime calm had them feeling good, devoid of urgency or worry while they just appreciated how it felt to be settled in together without any real rush to get through things. They were able to soak in the moment together, happy to appreciate how it felt to let this be just what they needed.
Amity slipped a bookmark in, and then cracked it open to the other bookmark, leaning up to kiss her girlfriend on the cheek. "I'm done this chapter," she said.
Luz smiled and nodded, slipping her headphones off. She put them onto Amity's without a word, nestling them down over her head so she could take over music duties, while the new Good Witch Azura book, just out that day, became hers to read. They were staggering chapters, sharing one copy so they could share in the experience of reading it together, nestled in side by side to this satisfaction. They didn't need to both rush the book nearly as much as they needed to share together in the moment. One copy of the book, one sweet night snuggled in together. Everything sweetly, nicely as they wanted it to be.
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The harsh sweep of vines to grab at both Luz and Amity and drag them up caught them more than a little off guard, a surprising burst of pure panic and force while they were dragged from the ground. Vines all but ripped away their clothes, forcing them out, letting Willow and Hunter step up to admire the surprise of their new cock cages.
"Do you have the key?" Willow asked.
"We don't know if the key still exists," Amity admitted.
"It looks good on you," Hunter teased Luz. "Really belongs, makes you look more fuckable.."
"I'm a lesbian," she said with a half-hearted whine.
"Yeah, I wonder why you always tell me that right before I fuck you," Hunter scoffed. He was used to seeing Luz's little dick twitch after that, but all he got was the cold and unmoving steadiness of her cage in the way. He wasn't sure he minded, though.
Willow's strap-on was ready and waiting for a slide up Amity's ass; she spread the bound girl's legs out and eased herself in closer. "It's not like you or Luz ever get to use them, so locking your useless little cocks up is probably for the best."
Amity let loose a needy whine in response to that, looking down between her legs at the phallus pressing up against her ass hole, at the eager push of the strap easing into her. She shook in wild surprise, an embarrassment and a heat guiding her into something she was unprepared for. "I haven't cummed in three days," she whimpered as the toy sank into her. She was powerlessly trapped here, the shiver now of something making her body ache with unreal desire. Being caged made things hard; she couldn't masturbate this way, left in a place of dizzier need, an urgent and sloppy hunger carrying her to want to have to do something, anything, to process this. Her body writhed, eyes gleaming up in shaky, needy worry into her friend's.
With the vines so tightly securing Amity, holding onto her hips was only a matter of securing Willow's leverage for herself, helping to contain her momentum and carry her forward with a steadiness and a potency that kept her active and forceful. These pleasures kept her loving this now, the pressure and the passion keeping up the energy this needed. "I'll make sure to help you," she said.
"Thanks, you're such a good frie--"
"I love seeing you turn into a sloppy slut on my strap." Willow was getting spicier, keeping up the pace in throbbing delight, carrying her to want to fuck her in unreal passion, a delight and a passion escalating without care through her. There was no reason to be careful here or to try and slow down under these wicked feelings, a pleasure to want more and more of while she pursued these reckless joys. Her hips crammed forward harder, rougher, keeping up a pace that made Amity shudder in total disarray, the pleasures and embarrassments leaving her clumsily losing her mind. The pleasure was abrupt, shameless, and built on an idea of uncontrollable mania, the mad heat to leave her wanting to break down with an unreal need for more. It felt so good to accept, and it was a reckless bliss to melt in to, the throbbing excitements to keep her in a place of pure satisfaction.
Moans of pure shame spilled from Amity's lips; it was so much more pleasure than she was ready to receive; the ugly truth of being this hard denied was that she was now unbearably, hopelessly horny. Amity wasn't able to rub one out at night, and that was having an effect on her, leaving her frantic and hopeless now while she got drilled into by a friend. Her ass was stretched out, body shivering in sweet joy, the hopeless passion and the hunger getting the better of her while she just let these feelings bring her to let go. She needed it so fucking badly. Knowing she needed it was an unrelenting burn of desire and heat, greedy pleasures to keep he wanting to lose herself, uncontrollable hunger and passion she was eager to welcome without sense.
"Pent up little fucktoy," Willow continued. "You need it badly? Can't cum with your little girldick in a cage, so you need your ass fucked to get off?"
"Willow, please, it's so--you have no idea how bad I'm pent up."
"You're always horny, I'm sure it must be crazy. But it's not the same to use a toy, is it? You need someone to fuck you like a little slut." Keeping up the playful banter and digging in deep, Willow reveled in the control, the reckless pressure keeping up a pace that savoured just how readily this was all coming together. There was little reason to contain these pleasures, the feelings of a deep urgency to keep up something totally wicked. It was an unrelenting sweep of pleasure, burning without care or contort, in unhesitating ideas of total glee. Willow's strap-on was ferocious, always was but there was something so gleeful in reaming her, in pounding deep and pushing at the limits of control, senseless throbs of indulgence and hunger keeping her writhing. She was close, wriggling her way into a downfall of sublime ecstasy.
Unable to control herself or contain the joys ripping through her, Amity thrashed against the bindings holding onto her, melting into the joyful panic and the greedy lusts of giving in. The complete madness behind these pleasures brought on the beautiful urgency guiding her along. It was too good to manage, pleasures and delights hungrily pulling her to lose her mind. Her body bucked in thrashing delight, pleasure rushing through her with a burn of sweeping lust, a desire and a chaos she had no choice but to embrace, giving in to the draining hunger and sloppy passion making her want to lose her fucking mind. It was just too much, all pushing her to the wicked thrill of losing control. Cumming was chaotic, intense affair, but of little note. Watery cum leaked out of her cage while she humped at the air, shuddering in embarrassment and confusion, trapped in these feelings of sloppy joy, powerlessly unfocused and furious. She was trapped in all of this, the pleasures leaving her in a place of total mania.
The cage obscured her cock, kept it from thrashing, flopping, twitching in half-hard glee while she came on her stomach. It was just a runny little dribble coming out of the cage, a sharp contrast to the wild moans and gleeful hollers of a girl cumming in sweet satisfaction, needing to give in to this and savouring the simple bliss rushing through her. She loved every second of it, but her reactions and her ejaculation were in sharp, intense contrast to one another.
Drilling into Luz from behind, Hunter gave hard smacks across her ass, pounding shamelessly, madly into her. "Your cage is rattling while I fuck you," he noted, completely flat and disaffected while deep in the midst of unstoppable hunger, throbbing pleasures urging him to act without hesitation. "If you're so gay, why don't you fuck your girlfriend?"
"Because my cock is worthless, because it's caged up, because I'm a submissive bottom slut who needs her ass fucked!" Luz squealed, smile spread madly across her face while she gasped and shook and gave in to the merciless joy of giving in. She had simple needs, senseless pleasures throbbing across her in pulses of total mania. She didn't care about trying to hold herself together now, awash in the senseless, simple joys of a pleasure ripping her thoughts to pieces. There wasn't any escaping the weight of sloppy elation, pleasures to have to give in to, trapped in a satisfaction and a chaos to want to give in to completely now.
Hunter loved flaunting his dominance over her, continuing on with smug glee, "But you're not being fucked by a woman, either. Why is that?"
"Because your cock is so good!" Panting heavily, giving in to these sloppy joys and wild needs, she continued to savour the pleasures guiding her along, the feeling of euphoria and chaos guiding her to let go, the pleasures she was opening up to messier, the unrelenting, unstoppable bliss earnestly pushing her to want to lose herself. Uncontrollable, maddening passion kept her feeling better and better, the bright hunger and the heat keeping her needing to let it all go. There wasn't anything here but the sweetest of pleasures, a hungry thrill throbbing across her, so enticing and exhausting, so pleasurable to have to give in to, and all she felt was the unrelenting bliss burning now through her. It was an unrelenting, unreal burn of pleasures too sloppy to ignore, spectacular and indulgent as they tore through her thoughts with molten bliss.
"Say it louder. Say you love being a lesbian whore for men's cocks."
"I love being fucked by men," she whined. "I love being your lesbian whore, I love being humiliated. I love girls, but all I really want are big cocks, and I love being weak." Luz's body thrashed needily about. This was all so regular for Hunter, but being locked up offered him even more power, her clanking cage heaving amid the pace of her vine-bound heaving. "I'm such a bad lesbian. I'm such a bad girl. Make my worthless, caged cock dribble out its load while you ream my prostate, like--like only a man can!"
To admit a word of this was embarrassing, but the purity and the joy that she yelled it with was incredible. Luz was walked into a sate of degrading herself, of demeaning her identify and her dignity, all to make Hunter's dick hard. Her reward for the wild proclamation of her weakness as a bad lesbian was only for her closest male friend to fuck her ass even harder, a cycle of shuddering ecstasy and desire leaving her more and more compromised by the simple delight ripping trough her, the unstoppable passion making her thoughts fall to pieces and guiding her to let it all go. Luz continued to spiral out of control in the name of pleasure, trading dignity for ecstasy and being shamed for it, but only liking being shamed all the more. She was trapped in something hopeless, baffling, so confusing and doomed that she was unable to process this in any real capacity.
There was only pleasure in giving in like this, in throbbing harder through the unrelenting joy that made her feel so good. She felt trapped in the outrageous warmth making her head spin so hard; the exhausting rush of bliss had her losing her mind,, unfocused and hazy wile her body rocked in back and forth delights, the desperations and passions too wild for her to grasp, and them ore she tried to contain it, the harder it was to focus. Drowning ecstasies tore a hole through her thoughts, and Luz knew she was too weak to stop it, hopelessly addicted to the thrill of this big cock laying waste to her. Hunter made her his plaything. His lesbian cockwhore. It was just not something she was strong enough to resist, melting into the joy of shame and ecstasy, finding that things felt best when those two coalesced into something resembling the same emotion.
There was nothing but sweet bliss to this all, a pleasure to want to give in to, the pleasures keeping up an exciting mess of sloppier hungers, pulsating joys leaving her wanting to let it all take her. She was falling to pieces, growing hotter, needier, hungrier, and she was giving up to all of it. Joyful lust swept across her, a desire and a hunger guiding her to let it all bring her to the limit. It was unreal, pleasures guiding her to have to let go, the sweeping insanity guiding her to let it all go. There was something maddening here, a sweet enticement and electric heat guiding her to let it all go. Luz was ready for it, giving in needier, letting her thoughts fall apart as she gave in to the earnest, yearning passion of total fucking madness now. She felt it brilliant, confusing, dragging her into the weight of things she could do nothing to process, and she was damned to accept this weakness in full.
It was just too much, and too good. With hopeless moans of sweet, throbbing ecstasy, Luz gave in to this, her body shuddering, spine arching back, a struggle against the pleasure wearing at her, building with dramatic madness too intense for her to navigate properly. Finally cumming and feeling herself lost to the surging bliss behind it, she felt herself unraveling for the sweet bliss and the hunger of giving up, allowing it to be too much for her to manage, the inexplicable burn of a passion and a hunger that made her mind crumble and her body tremble in sweetening delight. She lost her mind for it, moaning, begging, "I love men's cocks, I love men's cocks, cum in me, cum in me!" with a panting, shuddering joy. She was a wreck, sloppily falling apart for these messy delights, pleasures ripping through her with an outrageous need to let herself fully fucking surrender.
The struggle of getting used to not being able to cum was something Luz and Amity were still learning and struggling with, but the aftermath of having their asses ruined by Willow and Hunter helped anchor them to the idea that maybe having to wait wasn't to bad; the frustration was really worth something.
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A walk through the park was always a nice detour; there was a happiness and a calm to just walking side by side, hands clasped, through the peace and wonderment of something so whimsical and soft. The calm of the park left a nice and quiet space for them to spend their time together. The gentle sway and swing of their hands helped them feel the atmosphere and calm around the situation. There was no urgency. There didn't need to be.
Instead, they nestled in close, hands remaining softly clasped, firm enough for them to hold to one another, but loose enough to keep their touch a little fainter, a gentle caress not needing any too-tight grip. Gripping each other too tight wouldn't have done much to make this the easy, stress-free walk they were on. It wasn't as if they were about to drift away; being this close was the whole point, all either wanted in the calm of each step forward. There was no urgency, no impatience, nothing for them but each others' voice and the soft crunch of the dirt under their feet.
A sunset loomed overhead, the delightful chill holding them just tightly enough, the patience that this fomented feeling like the path to total comfort as they loomed together in total delight. There was no rush behind any of this, no urgency to hold them back; there was just peace. Total fucking peace. It was the sort of sweet warmth they needed most, something to appreciate and savour while so completely awash in the steadiness of their surroundings. Sweet-smelling air wafted on gentle breezes and they felt in that moment like they had settled together, to their delight, into total comfort. There was something so sweet about being beside one another, letting serenity and warmth help them walk along the path as one, totally at ease together in the calm of what they were doing together.
Conversation fluidly wove in and out amid a silence and a calm that made them only feel better about the moment around them; there was little to worry about in their surroundings, the steady relief of comfortable conversation that didn't have any pressure or intensity; they could talk, they could chat, but they could also just let the silence take them. That flexibility was what was important; for Amity, she felt pulled in to conversation by Luz, but in turn, Luz found herself slowed down a bit by Amity at times, a perfect balance to keep both appreciative of this time together. They were at peace here, sappily striding forward together. Girlfriends in love, with nothing but time to appreciate one another thoroughly, and to love being together. The long way home granted them a peaceful moment of absolute joy, the delight to keep them side by side for as long as possible on the way back.
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Eda screeched as her harpy form's monstrous cock pushed up into their faces. Side by side on their knees, Amity and Luz were threatened by this imposing shove. "Suck on it," Eda demanded, shrill and overbearing, not quite vocalizing a threat, but looming with enough presence and insistence to fill both girls with terror while the pressure brewed and they ached in shivers of total confusion. Embarrassment abounded, the weight of this worry leaving them absolutely certain they didn't have a good way to manage the sheer danger that held them now. Luz and Amity ha to do something, anything, to stand up for themselves, something that seemed now impossible with this presence upon them.
Without any choice but to act, the girlfriends got their lips together on the cock, starting in clumsy licks against the attention demanded of them, pleasures to keep them in a strange spot, opening up to the burning attention and pressure of having to give in, tended to with a shivering lust for more that felt like just what they needed. Their mouths were ready, albeit clumsy and unfocused in what they offered, licks dragging every which way to sate Eda's lust, the clumsiness carrying them to a sloppy mess of uncertainty and pressure while they did what they could to make Eda happy. Her harpy form came with a monstrous cock, one they were used to having to serve from time to time, but the pressures of these abrupt, sublime passions brought on a joyful heat and a vigorous lust to have to keep giving in to, the pleasures to accept with throbbing excitement, an embrace of senseless warmth too wicked for control.
They were bound to have to act, giving in with sloppy joy to all this pleasure without any real composure or sense, the uncontainable pleasure tearing at their thoughts. They knew to obey, giving in to the sloppy thrill with little clarity or sense, something to be consumed by again and again. They knew their parts, knew their place was on their knees, and as they fawned together over the throbbing monster dick, they focused on trying to sate Eda lest she get more forceful with them.
"My cursed cock is bigger than either of yours. Much bigger." Eda's cackling was a sickly, wheezing screech while she imposed her cock on them. "And in those cages Lilith put you in, your hands won't have any time to waste on rubbing those little things. Hands on my cock, serve me!" But she wanted more than just hands; the pressure and the harshness she gloated with brought on the most reckless and shameless of pleasures, a feeling of total aggression and greed leaving little in the way of sense. They were going to have to go through a lot for Eda's satisfaction; they knew the pleasures here, knew the pace of what awaited them, how deep her hungers could run. It was a lot more than they very really figured out how to handle, save for the sloppy and overbearing thrill of having to give Eda exactly what she wanted.
When Lilith demanded oral from both of them, the girls were able to oblige without much danger of anything happening. With Eda, there was so much more commotion to have to handle, and the constant persistence of back and forth urgencies leading to the abrupt and sudden slam of the massive harpy dick into Amity's mouth and down her throat; the abrupt pressure was like a burst of panic and passion all hitting her at once, a pleasure so overbearing and so merciless that there wasn't much to do but completely give in to it. This was pleasure in its most abrupt form, frustrations and passions that made them need to throw everything they had right into the idea of losing control. Amity gagged on the cock as it slid its way deep, her body pushed back by the urgency and the chaos starting so madly upon her.
Luz continued to lick down low along the base of Eda's cock while it rammed down her girlfriend's throat. The steady, "Gluk gluk gluk," Amity let out was a promise that Luz was there to work with and go along for, the pressures all escalating into intense and senseless pleasures thrilling them both to their core. They were better as a team, the pressure and persistence of sloppy delights keeping them needing more and more of this situation. There wasn't much here but total joy to have to give in to. Eda surprised them both with a wild yank back and a shove to the side to drive her cock into Luz's mouth next; keeping up the element of surprise only served to keep both girls falling into despair and confusion while they struggled to handle her. Eda was out to make sure both of them were trapped in total disarray and panicked collapse.
It was Luz's turn to choke and amity's turn to lick all along the base of the cock, both girls struggling and squirming through panicked, frantic efforts to keep pace on what was happening to them. This was all getting out of control, the too-much, too-hot burn of lust and confusion keeping them giving up bit by bit, smothered by the oversized dick and by the feelings of confusion and hunger gleefully ripping them to pieces. Eda was right about the cages; no longer could they rub their half-hard cocks and masturbate while servicing Eda's dick, letting their hands instead caress along the oversized dick urging them to continue to act, giving in to the unrelenting dread and chaos of what made their bodies throb. There was nothing to do but throw themselves into servicing the huge cock and trying to make sense of the upside-down mania sweeping through them. It was all easier said than done.
Back and forth they took their turns in being facefucked by Eda, struggling to handle the size of the cock pounding into them, but needing to continue surrendering in full to the attention upon them regardless. It was a mess, all of these sloppy excitements proving the kind of wicked euphoria and frustration they couldn't ignore. Their bodies continued to struggle and ache while they tended to Eda, lust rising within them, needy cocks begged in their cages while they succumbed, but all they could do was continue to break, continue to melt for her touch. Their mouths watered for the cock using them, all the build-up of tensions and passions leaving them shuddering in frantic glee, losing control in more and more outrageous hunger for the name of giving in, uncontrollable satisfaction tearing their thoughts to pieces and keeping them acting on their needs to let go.
Her cock throbbed harder, overbearing and threatening in the storm of total greed pushing on wilder, the pressure and the chaos of something that didn't leave any room for sense, the pressure growing maddening and persistent, a chaotic heat to keep up the messier pressure to keep giving into this fully. Eda's presence remained a dark, imposing threat that had both girls shuddering into total madness, the chaotic and senseless ache of things making them need to give in, faltering with less and less idea how to manage all of this. They were damned, confused and frustrated and crumbling under the maddening insistence keeping her crumbling now, falling apart for the outrageous hunger of giving in to this. Eda was close, aching harder, groaning louder, writhing with a focused and burning need to let loose her load, and all the girl could do was grovel and whine in reception now of these eager delights.
With a hot groan and a wild shove forward, Eda let loose her cum all over. A mighty load befitting such a fearsome cock, it sprayed all over both girls, the sticky spunk making a gooey mess of them both, trapping them in the sticky spectacle and the excitement now of wanting to really dig in and commit to losing control. "Stay there!" she hollered, leaving both girls stuck in place, unable or unwilling to recoil back under the sharp pressure of this threat, an attention that continued to burn up through them while they took their facials in fearful certainty that what was about to come next would be so much worse. They were there, though, trying their best to manage this without much in the way of sense, the crushing pressure and passion to keep them giving in to the outrageous and maddening panic of giving in now, the draining pleasures to keep them giving in fully, the pleasures to need to give up to utterly.
Following up that mess of sticky white was a new flood, something thinner, runnier, heavier-smelling, and dark yellow. A hot flood of piss suddenly raining down on them, with Eda shouting, "Don't move!" in sharper demands, seeking to get what she wanted and remaining insistent while these delights kept up something truly insane. "Open your mouths." Her impatience refused to abate as she stood in total control over them, demanding their surrender. They couldn’t fight it, both girls opening up their mouths for the flood of piss landing onto their outstretched tongues.
Drinking piss was just something that worthless sluts like them had to do sometimes. Shuddering in total shame, they let the panic wash over them, let the acrid piss hit them with something they absolutely couldn’t ignore, the irresistible throb of something they were pulled in to deeper, falling into total disarray as they struggled and shuddered into confusion now. There was nothing they could do to save themselves, falling into the throes of total disarray while they let it tear across them. Nothing reasonable, nothing sane. They were committed only to service and surrender, driven by necessity to let go and to act without clarity or calm through this all. It was too much, but its excess was something she felt totally conquered by, drowning in sweet ecstasy and letting it become the all-conquering mess of total greed and desire.
They ached for it, shuddering on their knees while they received every drop of hot piss and disrespect, the burning confusion and hunger ripping across them with increasing desperation, a mad and intense crumbling of their thoughts for something so chaotic and so greedy. It wasn't right, but it was all they could think about, giving up to the pleasure demanding from them their everything, leaving them in a state of total madness as they just let fucking go completely. There was little time to think or hold together under the unexpected weight of chaos sweeping across them now. It felt like too much at once, all building with ruinous intensity to make them crumble. They drank down Eda's piss like good girls, treated like urinal sluts for her enjoyment and left with the shaky surrender that made them all the more certain they weren't going to be allowed to cum and get off from any of this.
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"You want to watch a movie?"
The question broke the quiet, with Luz looking down at Amity, an arm draped lazily up over her and absolutely no urgency at all hiding behind the softness of her touch
"Is the silence bothering you that much?" Amity asked, looking back up at her in surprise.
"No," Luz said, tugging her in closer and planting a kiss on her forehead. Hanging back at Luz' mom's house to visit her for a weekend, Luz figured she had access to all the old movies she grew up on. "I just thought I could show you some of the movies I loved growing up and share them with you."
Amity perked a brow. "Oh!" Colour filled her cheeks at the realization she'd jumped to some conclusions. "No, I-I'd love that." She tightened her grip on her girlfriend. "Show me your favorites."
Luz didn't miss a beat on slipping away from Amity and moving over to a shelf. Her fingers began to pull excitedly at DVD cases, rushing to pull a bunch of movies out and to start bombarding Amity with options, with too-eager assurances of something they should watch, of the endless weight of pleasures coming crashing down on them. Amity found herself intimidated as a whole bunch of cases clattered onto the bed, but there was nothing she wanted more than for Luz to keep opening up all of her passions to her, so she was happy to start hearing Luz gush about all her favorites while making Amity's job of selection no easier with the sheer glee she showed each one.
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"Do you girls want out of those cages?" was the kind of question the witch girlfriends knew was going to come with some problems.
Eda's offer was always going to come with a cost. She knew the spell to rematerialize their key, and was willing to give them a night out of it. If they could make her some money, of course. It had been days since the last time either of them got fucked, and there just wasn't anything about using toys that was getting them the orgasms they needed now; it feet like being caged up was having a psychological, chilling effect on their ability to cum from fingering or even using toys on their asses. They needed to get fucked properly to get their way out of this insanity.
Then the men showed up.
Down on their knees already in position for the fun, Amity and Luz both stared up wide-eyed and needy at the men striding up to them, shoving their big cocks into their faces and imposing upon them the most mouthwatering desires. They were so hungry, so needy, so ready to give in to this. Stripped naked, with their puffy hormone tits and their needy little cocks caged, they were both horny out of their minds, the portrait of total desperation.
Some of the men spat on them, others slapped their cocks against their faces; it was all in pursuit of the same intention in buttering them up for the ugliness awaiting them. It was all building with intense, dramatic pressure to make them have to suffer, to drive them up the wall with hopeless need and desire, throbbing in the chaos and the panic driving them over the line. Inescapable desires and hopeless needs became the most confusing and intense of thrills. The men were imposing, insistent, forcing their cocks forward, and neither girl could hold back.
That first, vital plunge of cocks into their mouths was unreal, the sweet rush of sloppy bliss making them gag as the cocks filled their throats. Big, hard cocks fucking them right to the limits of sense, dizzy thrills carrying them to act without hesitation. They got to sucking, right into the throes of sloppy excitement, the burning desires making them want to give up to the sweet need and heat of pleasures to have to give in to utterly. There was nothing reasonable here, the pleasures making their heads spin and their cocks ache with need. They craved nay and all attention now, so sloppy, so needy, so ready to get fucked dumb at any cost.
So they sucked, obediently moaning and slurping on the thick shafts hammering into their mouths, thoughts turning into dizzy euphoria as they gave in to the pleasures upon them, awaiting the sweet madness of crushing lust making them have to admit how badly they wanted to fall to pieces. There was no reason or control in any of this, the undignified chaos making their bodies have to surrender in full to pleasures too intoxicating to be able to manage. There was only the sweet insanity of letting go taking them, feelings that made everything burn so hot, so needy. Bright hunger and throbbing heat relentlessly induced within them. There was nothing but sloppy, tireless need in the pace of their sloppy obedience; they craved being fucked, and the sooner they got these cocks off, the sooner that would happen.
Grabbing at more incoming dicks, they were pressed back to back, blowbanged with hopeless joy by the sweet thrill of getting used, shivers of pleasure and hunger to have to give in to. There was nothing here to help save them from the burning hunger and the truth of their shameful desires. These fat cocks needed to be sucked, adored, gleefully praised with all that the girls had in them, lest the men lose interest or take too long. They were so hungry, so hopeless, giving in with smouldering delight and obsession to the needy aches through them. Days without dick had them starving for any way at all to cum, needing knowing they needed to get fucked to make that happen and knowing nothing was going to satisfy them the same way that getting used was. It fuelled something shameful and infuriating, the embarrassments only leaving them dizzier while giving in so completely to these ideas.
"Gluk gluk gluk gluk," went Luz, her eyes rolled back while she gagged down the cock ramming in her throat, both hands gripping a pair of dicks that she beat off with reckless speed. All wound up and full of energy, she wanted nothing more than she wanted to feel these cocks reupholster her guts, throwing her into a state of dizzy hunger too dreamy and chaotic to be able to manage, but with all the most intense hunger in the world throbbing across her now. She needed more of it with a senseless craving and an ache beyond reason, the pleasures all becoming simply too much now for her to manage. The smothering attentions tore every which way at her, pleasures demanding from her more and more of these wicked feelings, into pleasures and worries to continue giving in to, pleasures that made her need to accept just how ready she was to crumble.
Tight grips in her hair held Amity in place while the men took turns ramming their dicks down her throat, a persistence driven by the unrelenting back and forth heat found in using her ever rougher, messier, driven by the persistence and warmth o just going for broke, recklessly claiming her and loving every second of this rapid descent into chaos and mania. There was no room for control now, the unstoppable urgency driving her crazy. Her hunger was overbearing, the throbbing behind all this pleasure leaving her in a place of chaotic, frantic hunger. The endlessly fraying panic guiding her along was all simply too much for her to manage, feeling the weight of these passions rip her apart. Amity let her mouth act as a glorified fleshlight for the cocks ramming down it, the back and forth insistence of greedy desires raining down on them both. There was no escaping these pleasures, no holding together the needy aches that ripped through them.
They were united in giving in, struggling through the brutality of cocks ramming away at them, pleasures keeping them wanting to steady themselves, fighting against these throbbing lusts without a whole lot of clarity. They were forced to accept and surrender. There wasn't anything here but the surging joy of having to let go, given to the throbbing, rapturous joy keeping up these beautiful thrills now. Desperate to get fucked and needing to give in to this, they were happy to let these feelings guide them into hotter euphoria, a chaotic and hungry need aching through them without a shred of care. They served the cocks, sloppy, overbearing, lost to the need for more taking hold of them, and they just had to accept it completely.
Whored out by Eda for her gain only, promised freedom from their cages in exchange. It was all they could do, really, pinned back to back and blowbanged into sloppy shame in hopes they could get some orgasms out of it. It was all they could do, wriggling nervously through this pleasure and guided into the worrisome hunger keeping them giving in deeper, the persistence and the need of a feverish warmth keeping them wanting to lose control fully. The rapturous, shameless joy carried her to want to it guide her into total bliss now. They were going to play along, going to cooperate. They didn't have a choice, lost to the sweeping madness and insanity guiding them to let it all go.
After a few days of being denied and locked up in hopeless, hazy need, having cum gushing all over their faces and into their mouths left them shivering in bliss. The men fired off shot after shot of molten cum all over them, the pleasures urging them to have to give in now, overwhelmed by the sloppy thrill of giving in, letting go of all control for the sake of maddening hunger and need. It was a pleasure to want to be taken to the limits by. They were trapped in shuddering ecstasy, into pleasures and needs keeping them having to lose control. They gave in to the sublime relief and the hunger of losing control, giving in to the outrageous need taking them.
"Will you fuck us now?" Luz asked.
"I need cock," whined Amity.
They shouldn't have wanted it this bad, but they were too horny to care. They were being whored out, humiliated, and they just couldn’t save themselves.
Luz ended down on all fours with her face buried in one man's ass and a cock pressing firm against her hole. It only took one shove for her to get her face rammed in tight, her tongue fluttering about inside a stranger's ass hole while her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The joy of having a dick in her again was worth everything, the shameless spectacle and euphoria all inviting her to want to let go in the name of satisfaction, seeking surrender and ecstasy while getting taken to the utter limit. She had such simple, frantic needs now, shuddering in euphoria through pleasures and urgencies ripping her to pieces, making her have to accept the gleeful crash into ecstasy and desperation tearing her to pieces. She had no control over her downfall, no stability, no sense. Just the hopeless joy of sucking ass and getting used.
But her ass was extra tight, happily receiving the big dick. Thrashing back and forth in desperate, greedy desires, she was opening up to a delight and a hunger she could do nothing to manage, falling into spiraling insanity keeping her active and sloppy, these senseless passions inviting her absolute crumbling. Luz threw back with burning glee, the gusto and passion behind this leaving her wanting to lose her mind, carelessly driven by chaos and hunger, ferocious in the face of total desperation, the excitement and insanity of things making her want to give up utterly. She was needy, a ravenous cockslut, a needy mess giving in to the pleasure of total fucking desperation. Euphoria and fever guided her to want to lose her mind, the unstoppable passion making her want to give up to the utter insanity ripping across her.
Amity's head hung off of the couch, her legs spread out and her cock cage jingling while her ass hole got wrecked, the additional madness and weight of a cock sliding effortlessly down her throat only making it worse. "Gluk gluk gluk," she went, unable to do much else while struggling under the throbbing panic, wicked feelings leaving her in a place of total insanity, the throbbing passion too mad and too frantic to guide her along, giving in to the pleasure to have her in a place of total confusion now, the ruinous panic and the shame to keep her in a feverish worry to keep her giving in now. Amity was silenced, unable to think or make sense of this, left grabbing at the men fucking her, struggling to make sense of these sloppy aches, wild shame and senseless chaos making her want to give in completely. The weight of wicked passion guided her into something truly unstoppable here. She was happy to let it guide her along, the pleasures she was eager to accept in total surrender.
But when the cock pulled out of her mouth to slap down on her face, Amity really lit up. NO longer gagging, she was frantic, noisily, proclaiming, "Fuck my tight lesbian holes! I'm a slut, I'm a needy bitch, I'll let men fuck me for money if I get to cum from it. Don’t fucking stop!" Her screeches and wails of frantic joy rang out in hopeless passion, the obsessive surrender inviting her to keep losing herself, the madness of uncontrollable delight keeping her active and losing her mind, carelessly crumbling for the sensation and satisfaction of letting go. Something beautifully committed and wicked brought on the wicked thrill of a desire and a pleasure to have to accept. "I'm not attracted to men, but I love huge cocks!" She shrieked out louder, giving in to the sweet obsession of pleasures keeping her having to lose her mind utterly, the complete surrender guiding her to lose her mind, an embrace too wicked for sense to make sense of now.
Both girls were falling to pieces, unraveling under the weight of total desperation, swept up by greed and chaos to let their bodies be used for pure pleasure. Mouths and asses totally locked down by cocks using them without a care, greedy euphoria and a wild gangbang forcing them to fall into the throes of total bliss together, ripped asunder by the inevitable and the beautiful. They were screaming when their mouths were free, but loved when they were silenced, the back and forth of that chaos only further serving to free them into something totally mad. They needed to keep getting fucked, noisily craving more of this senseless passion while they let the men use them, let the pleasures rip them to pieces. It was all coming together a bit too perfectly, sloppy thrills ripping them apart, guiding them to have to act without a care in the world for anything but the chance to get off.
After so long spent waiting, their orgasms were worth it. Needy hips thrashed about as the caged girls gave up to being fucked by men for money and savouring the crushing bliss of getting used, of loving how good it felt to lose their minds. They were both loud, screaming out in euphoric bliss and surrender, caught up in feelings of ruin and frustration too maddening to be able to contain, an unreal pleasure keeping up the most sloppy and persistent of these thrills. They didn't cum much visibly in terms of volume, but their orgasms were a reckless, senseless burn of throbbing joy keeping them trapped right where they needed to be, with nothing to do but give up to the unquenchable insanity upon them. This was everything, a too-good burn of potent, swelling delight sending them spiraling now into ruin and commotion.
But these men wanted their money's worth, and maybe that'd mean more loads for the girls, too.
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Drenched in cum and sweat, side by side, the two caged trans girls squealed in exhausted bliss and whorish ecstasy while they got used. Their bodies were so tired, so needy, drained of sense by the wicked persistence trapping them in this mess, and all they could do was continue to crumble for these pleasures. Electric passion and wicked greed carried them to something dangerous and wicked, all of the most senseless excitements compelling them to be as vocal and as chaotic as they could imagine being in the name of complete surrender and submission. Thee felt like no escape for them now, their thoughts crumbling for the passionate bliss burning through them.
"I love being a slut," Amity gasped. "Pay for my holes whenever you want."
"I don't need my cock free, I just need to get fucked," gasped Luz in agreement.
The earnest, crumbling passion behind all of these sloppy joys became just too much. The girls were powerless and hungry, lost to the crumbling passion being taken for a ride, fucked into total bliss by men giving them everything they had. The tireless vigor and passion compelled them into crumbling delirium, into confusions and worries they could do nothing but accept in earnest, crushing passion now. It was fever and desperation beyond control and all of it bore down on them with ugly delight.
One last orgasm to send the tired girls into spiraling madness, into chaos and greed leaving them needing to let go. Squeals of sloppy glee pushing them to the brilliant thrill of giving in, the uncontrollable satisfaction keeping them wanting to let go completely. It was an unreal sweep of burning pleasure to want to accept, giving in to the burning spectacle and satisfaction to have to let give in to completely. Grabbing one another, they melted into a messy kiss together, drowning in total satisfaction together to lose their minds, giving in with sloppy satisfaction to the embrace of a pleasure they couldn’t resist now, the unstoppable hunger keeping them needing to give up utterly. They were met together, united in bliss and letting the moment of clam wash over them in one final moment of sweet relief.
Sharp pulls on their hair forced both girls up to their knees again, side by side this time, staring up at the men gathering around them with half-flaccid cocks in hand. On instinct in a show of obedience, their mouths opened wide; they knew what was coming, and were ready for it, eyes shutting tight as hot streams of piss began to rain down on both of them. Committed to giving in completely, these pleasure became everything they needed, a craving and a heat to want to accept deeper, giving in to the sweet insanity to keep them losing their minds. After an hours-long fuck marathon the relief of pissing all over the girls granted a spectacular relief, the warming pleasure and the growing heat becoming too passionate to manage, giving in to the simple bliss that took them to give in, the pleasure to want to fully embrace.
They drank the piss, moaning out in joy, shuddering through the passion that capped off this ugliness and passion. .It was an incredible moment of relief, a bliss to keep savouring while it made a mess of them together, the acrid relief of something that tasted so foul but so amazing under the weight of these depraved joys. This was an oddly uniting kind of ugliness to give in to, the beautiful surrender and relief that made them feel so incredible, so torn apart by their kinky needs to be dominated and degraded. They held back nothing, lost fully to this dismissal, feeling so completely lost to the joy of cumming so hard and so hotly. The pleasure was everything for them now, and they were in no place to do hesitate giving into the next step still of pure insanity.
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True to her word, Eda manifested the key and let them out of their cages for a couple days. After such an intense gangbang rutting, they should have been a lot better, having gotten fucked by big cocks just like they needed, and it wasn't like they were going to fuck one another.
But after so long, their cocks were unbelievably sensitive. They’d been fucked plenty together, but there was one thing they hadn't been able to do, something that felt better now than it had in an eternity.
Half-dressed and gripping one another tightly, the girlfriends drowned in a mad satisfaction of sloppily making out together, kissing one another without sense, reckless passion and ravenous joy keeping them lost to the sweet madness. They were all over one another, the insistence of grinding their half-hard, leaking cocks together, the kind of trans girl frotfest that was the only real compromise the two interminable bottoms were capable of doing to fuck one another.
But it was welcome now. Nicer than it had been. Gripping one another, the let the friction take hold in mad surrender, the sweet joy of finally being able to do something again, rubbing against one another, needing only the friction and the madness. In a moment of total desperation, perhaps, they could have used a pillow or a cushion or even just the bed, sure. But they didn't have to. They had something better: each other. Neither girl was ever going to be anything but a subby slut, a desperate mess craving depravity and domination. But they were doomed now to something so sweet and expressive.
Their cages would go back on, but that was okay now;; they didn't need to use their cocks, and if the denial only made it more fun to rub up on one another and mindlessly rut out their desires, all the better. They knew their relationship wasn't too normal, but it was theirs, and through the sweet snuggling n the hard, nasty degradation, they were unbreakable.