slaves so they would know what would come next and the sisters quivered with the knowledge of what was about to happen.
They smiled at the slaves before moving behind them and roughly inserting the hooks straight through their anal stars, eliciting small squeals at the abruptness of it. Once the hooks were in place they felt hands in their hair, pulling it back and twisting it into the leather cords attached to the hook. They wrapped and twisted the leather and hair until pulling it from its roots would be the only way to free their heads from the hooks. Now their heads were pulled backward against the pillory and they stared into each other’s pained eyes with both of them slipping into slave space from the mounting abuse.
Then they heard a voice boom, “You will suck that fake cock into your throats until your noses touch, and then you will pull back until just the heads of the dildo are in your mouths. You will continue to do this until told to stop, and if you get out of sync, the punishment will get worse. Are these instructions clear slaves?”
Still staring at each other they nodded and mumbled, “Yef Mafter,” through their dildo filled mouths. They never lost eye contact as their mouths slithered over the twin headed dildo, each of them taking half of the eighteen inches into their throats. When their noses touched they slowly retreated and they started to think this would be fun, even though it had pulled the hooks deeper into the bum holes. It was stressful, but not excruciating. But their intense focus on the task at hand temporarily made them forget what else was to come, at least until it began.
They had just reached the heads of the dildos and started back down them when the first blows fell.
THWACK!
THWACK!
Jada and Jadwa nearly swallowed the dildo in an instant, as they lurched forward from the two quick cracks of the brother’s floggers. The multi-stranded whips were only designed to sting, not scourge the flesh, but the surprise sent the girls pitching forward. Amazingly they did it nearly in unison, at least not enough off pace to prompt a call for a worse punishment.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
Blows fell again and again, the slaves struggling to maintain the unified cock sucking while their buttocks started to blaze with painful heat. After two dozen whip cuts it stopped for a minute with both girls still focused on their task, despite the intense heat flaring up in their rumps and their candle kissed teats. Regardless of these feelings their pussies continued to pulse and leak down their thighs. Jadwa was actually on the brink of a climax, so addicted to pain now that it brought her pleasure all by itself.
Then came the studded paddles, the loud THUD proclaiming their overture against their punished posteriors. Unprepared again they made their first misstep, lunging down onto the cocks while only halfway back from the last throat dive. Their faces actually banged together at their foreheads, and as they scrambled to regain composure, the paddles impacted them again. It seemed that their mistake instigated the brothers to fire a flurry of blows; clearly intent on not letting them maintain any rhythm in their sucking. But they did their best, even though they failed miserably and had now earned a final painful ending to this extreme evening.
Two dozen rapid whacks of the paddles left their rumps bruised and throbbing, but Jadwa also experienced a terrifyingly intense orgasm, crying out, “Thank you Mafter,” even as she tried to continue sucking her half of the dildo. They had been trained to thank the author of any climax they experienced, no matter the circumstance. This actually made the brothers stop and stare at her.
Her master said, “You just climaxed slave?” even though he could clearly see her pussy clenching and pulsing as the orgasm ravaged her sex.
“Yef Mafter,” she mumbled, barely able to get the garbled words out around her pseudo-cock.
“Did you come
They smiled at the slaves before moving behind them and roughly inserting the hooks straight through their anal stars, eliciting small squeals at the abruptness of it. Once the hooks were in place they felt hands in their hair, pulling it back and twisting it into the leather cords attached to the hook. They wrapped and twisted the leather and hair until pulling it from its roots would be the only way to free their heads from the hooks. Now their heads were pulled backward against the pillory and they stared into each other’s pained eyes with both of them slipping into slave space from the mounting abuse.
Then they heard a voice boom, “You will suck that fake cock into your throats until your noses touch, and then you will pull back until just the heads of the dildo are in your mouths. You will continue to do this until told to stop, and if you get out of sync, the punishment will get worse. Are these instructions clear slaves?”
Still staring at each other they nodded and mumbled, “Yef Mafter,” through their dildo filled mouths. They never lost eye contact as their mouths slithered over the twin headed dildo, each of them taking half of the eighteen inches into their throats. When their noses touched they slowly retreated and they started to think this would be fun, even though it had pulled the hooks deeper into the bum holes. It was stressful, but not excruciating. But their intense focus on the task at hand temporarily made them forget what else was to come, at least until it began.
They had just reached the heads of the dildos and started back down them when the first blows fell.
THWACK!
THWACK!
Jada and Jadwa nearly swallowed the dildo in an instant, as they lurched forward from the two quick cracks of the brother’s floggers. The multi-stranded whips were only designed to sting, not scourge the flesh, but the surprise sent the girls pitching forward. Amazingly they did it nearly in unison, at least not enough off pace to prompt a call for a worse punishment.
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
Blows fell again and again, the slaves struggling to maintain the unified cock sucking while their buttocks started to blaze with painful heat. After two dozen whip cuts it stopped for a minute with both girls still focused on their task, despite the intense heat flaring up in their rumps and their candle kissed teats. Regardless of these feelings their pussies continued to pulse and leak down their thighs. Jadwa was actually on the brink of a climax, so addicted to pain now that it brought her pleasure all by itself.
Then came the studded paddles, the loud THUD proclaiming their overture against their punished posteriors. Unprepared again they made their first misstep, lunging down onto the cocks while only halfway back from the last throat dive. Their faces actually banged together at their foreheads, and as they scrambled to regain composure, the paddles impacted them again. It seemed that their mistake instigated the brothers to fire a flurry of blows; clearly intent on not letting them maintain any rhythm in their sucking. But they did their best, even though they failed miserably and had now earned a final painful ending to this extreme evening.
Two dozen rapid whacks of the paddles left their rumps bruised and throbbing, but Jadwa also experienced a terrifyingly intense orgasm, crying out, “Thank you Mafter,” even as she tried to continue sucking her half of the dildo. They had been trained to thank the author of any climax they experienced, no matter the circumstance. This actually made the brothers stop and stare at her.
Her master said, “You just climaxed slave?” even though he could clearly see her pussy clenching and pulsing as the orgasm ravaged her sex.
“Yef Mafter,” she mumbled, barely able to get the garbled words out around her pseudo-cock.
“Did you come
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