“Both of you, stand against that wall, ass out,” John commanded, and they followed moments thereafter. “Arms behind your backs,” he detailed further, their spines curving as they had to relay on their chests for stability. While Rave fetched the device, John wrapped the goods.

Blindfolds and mufflers covered their eyes and ears, extra thick in the case of Eliza as her sense of hearing was frankly stupid. John’s favourite gag held their mouths open with a metal ring, just large enough for his cock to fit through. Meanwhile, he used tight leather sleeves to bind their arms together. Their sole purpose was that extremely niche thing, fetish gear was something great.

“These look good?” Rave asked, coming to John with a pair of rubber objects. One was pretty flat, an elongated, bump in the middle, slowly rising towards one end. The other was, easily put, a dildo on a flat rubber surface. It was almost as long as John’s cock. Both of them had an oddly shaped depression at the underside, needed to fixate them to the machine they belonged to. “Was the biggest I could find.”

“That’s going to be quite nasty, but she asked for it,” John commented, and they went to the inconspicuous looking tool they were going to use. It was a simple black thing, looking like a cylinder-shaped cushion that had been sliced in half to all for comfortable kneeling. A protrusion at the peek was where the two pieces Rave held were to be placed.

John grabbed the remote that magically stuck to the flat side and pushed a button once. The buzz of quick vibrations echoed from the Sybian in response. He put it out a moment later and then fidgeted with the controls in search for the correct input. Being the one that he had gotten from the slime dungeon’s secret room, this little baby had a bit more functionality than just being able to vibrate. “Let’s see…” he tried to remember how one of the tricks worked. There were a bunch of buttons on the remote and there was no guidebook for it.

He pressed a couple and the thing suddenly betrayed its leather look by behaving like a liquid, changing its shape into a U. “Not it,” Rave commented the obvious, repeating it when John pushed another button, causing a second vibrating area to appear where the sitting person’s ass would be. It went through a couple of other shapes and his girlfriend continued to let him know, laughing as they went.

“I can see that,” John finally retorted in good fun and then remembered the correct input order. The magical Sybian assumed a simple, longer version of its base form, a second vibrating area appearing on the opposite end. John pushed the green button and the layout of the remote also changed, now with different inputs for either side.

Rave placed the attachments where they belonged. One of them was the basic one, its soft curvature stimulating along the entire length of the pussy up to the clit. As the Sybian was based entirely on vibrations, it could bring about orgasms through clothing just fine. That was the end for Eliza. The one for Scarlett would do the same, but it would also deeply penetrate her. Without a doubt, there was a great show ahead. For easiness’ sake, they spread some lube on the dildo. Scarlett looked wet enough as she was, but there was no need to make it uncomfortable.

Together they went to the waiting masochists, each of them roughly grabbing one of them by the bundled arms and pulling them after them. Scarlett almost fell at the sudden ripping motion John exerted over her, but with the Gamer’s Strength he managed to hold her up with one arm quite easily and dragged her all the way over. By pushing against the backside of their knees, John and Rave managed to make the both of them kneel down.

The fact that both of them were blind, deaf and mute, except for panting grunts, throughout all of this only made it that much better. No orientation, no way to try to use their hand to at least find some way around, no anything. The only thing they could do was to follow the physical commands their sexual superiors gave them. Rave bit her lip and moaned slightly and John felt the whole thing sent pleasant shivers down his spine. This level of control was deeply satisfying.

Eliza had an easy time landing on her spot, as she only had to sit down. Automatically, her hips began to grind against the disabled device. It must have been slowly dawning on her what she was feeling against her crotch there, as she stopped and anticipatingly gasped, as best as her gag allowed her.

At the same time, Scarlett sank down to the base on the dildo. She attempted to ride it once she had succeeded in that, but John quickly grabbed her by the throat. Pulling one side of her mufflers away for a moment he growled, “Stay – still,” into her ears before letting it snap back into place and releasing her. “Such shifty whores,” he dismissively stated now that they were both in place.

“We can fix that,” Rave suggested, holding up two rolls of black tape. Ingenious stuff, it only stuck to itself while also being somewhat elastic, making it ideal as a fixating material for people during perverted purposes.

“Oh my god, I love you,” John gasped as he caught the roll that was thrown to him. They began their work of bundling the girls against each other. Their arms and legs were covered under a layer of smooth black within minutes, the rubber-like tape wrapping tightly around them. Their height difference made it somewhat tricky, but it was manageable. Soon, the two subs were back to back bound on the Sybian. They couldn’t even writhe freely.

The perfect moment to turn both sides on at the weakest level. Soft buzzing filled the room as the vibrations kicked in. Expectedly, Scarlett’s reaction was much more pronounced. The vibrations filled her down to the womb and all that she could do in response was shift her weight a little bit. Both John’s command and her forced, very physical connection with Eliza prevented her from moving away.

As the two of them moaned gaspingly, still blissfully unaware that they were only at the beginning of what this toy could muster, John dragged the nearby leather chair into perfect watching position and plopped down. He saw both of them in profile, their body heat radiating from their flushed faces and the naked shoulders. If he wanted to, he could have reached out and touched them in their slowly rising ecstasy. Instead he, instinctively, reached out to his pulsating erection and stroked it.

Nothing was felt, Source of Satisfaction prevented him from pleasuring himself, but his dick was about to explode from the setting alone. He slowly upped the sliders on the remote, one after the other. Not by much, he loved the build-up. Especially since their voices, as best as they could formulate in their mouths’ pried open state, rose in pitch in response.

Scarlett’s chest rose and fell in quick intervals, then flattened to the sound of rubber stretching and rubbing against leather as she had her first orgasm on the Sybian ride. A girl that had the choice would have gotten off at that point or at least reduced the input as they enjoyed their climax. Neither of these opportunities were given to Scarlett, all she could do was shake her head and breathe desperately. The vibrations kept torturing her. From her clit to the deepest folds of her pussy, they kept coming.

“Fuck, this is making me so wet,” Rave, who had been circling the show like a predator its prey, commented, rubbed her pussy and was biting her lower lip as she stalked. Eyes falling on her boyfriend’s unoccupied cock, she saw another person she could torment a bit, as well as a fitting tool to solve her current predicament. “Having some problems there, tiger?” she purred sweetly as she approached.

On the last step, she twirled around, a perfectly fluid motion that ended with her dancing a bit between his open legs. “Big problems,” John let her have some fun with him and retracted his hand. Much to his delight, it was immediately replaced with her bouncy ass. Precum smeared from the tip of his cock over everything it touched as she grinded the soft meat against his.

Gasping, Rave commented, “Mhm-aaah, I can feel that.” For a minute, that shaking of her ass was all John could see and feel. He wanted to cum desperately, but his girlfriend decided to edge him instead. Wait until his pent-up desires caused him to plead with need. Clutching the remote in his hand, only his teeth were under more pressure than his knuckles. He refused to beg that easily. “You are no fun,” she complained, straightening back up and turning around.

In a devilish display, she took hold of his cock with both hands, her upper arms squishing her petite breasts between them in the process. The shadows of her cleavage became deeper in reaction. Her nipples were as hard as her pussy was wet, the protrusions at the centre bumping out that little bit. Their colour and presentation made the Gamer desire to catch one in his mouth and gently bite it while his lips sucked against the soft meat underneath.

Immediately she begun jerking him, but the ‘off’ part kept missing. She knew him too well to miss even the best hidden giveaways of his oncoming orgasm. “Come on,” John finally grunted in frustration as she stopped one stroke before the point of no return. His cock was visibly pulsating with the need to release. Some precum was even spurted out. His whole body was waiting for that last bit, but Rave wouldn’t give it to him and he himself couldn’t.

“Ooooh, tiger,” Rave moaned, her hands currently away from his cock and travelling his muscular chest instead. “Just beg a little bit. Say ‘mistress’ and beg. I will let you finish in my mouth if you do,” her sweet commands ended with her curving towards him and opening her mouth wide. Her pearly white teeth sat in the pinkish red orifice; the smooth insides of her cheeks promised to close around his shaft the moment she sucked him inside.

He had been in her mouth countless times already, he knew exactly how good it felt. A bit of saliva gathered at the tip of her tongue, stretched out beyond the confines of her lips. He could practically feel the flexible muscle rubbing against his sensitive spots already.

“Oh, god, you are such a bitch,” John growled. Rave didn’t care at all about the insult, she knew she had won and he was just salty about it. “Please, pleeasseee, Mistress, let me cum,” he made it sound as miserable as he could; he knew exactly how this game was played and wasn’t looking for a back and forth.

“Good kitty,” Rave purred and immediately dropped between his legs. One last tease was given in the form of a short kiss on the head of John’s cock. Even that bit of stimulation made him gasp for air, it felt like he was about to tear under the pleasure. Rave wrapped her lips around his cock and sucked him in. Then his field of view exploded into colours as his hips rose from the seat in a desperate thrust.

With absurd pressure, his potent seed burst into her mouth. A load that had wanted to be splattered inside a willing girl for way too long finally found its way out and tore down all thoughts in John’s brain in the process. His hips buckled upwards, eyes fluttering in the upper edge of his vision, but only met the resistance of Rave’s hand as her mouth filled with the cloudy liquid.

His balls tightened and tightened again, just as Rave gulped and gulped down each wave with evident delight. The pink lustre in her eyes was dancing at the magically delicious seed. No matter the amount, it was also a challenge to swallow all of it and one she took gladly. Every cat liked its milk, after all, and she was one greedy lady.

It was one of the strongest orgasms that he had in recent memory. As much as he despised being edged, the result couldn’t be argued with in how ecstatic the final release was. Rave sucked him off as tight as her vacuum-sealed lips allowed her. Their glossy fullness glided over the deeply sensitive nerves of his orgasmic state. With a wet, smacking sound, Rave pulled back from his still sturdy erection. A film of sticky fluids connected them for bit, then she licked her lips clean.

“Not used to you being a quick shot,” she teased while getting up.

“That is such an unfair thing to say in this situation,” John grumbled and then got his view of the Sybian blocked by Rave positioning herself in front of him. She lost no further time to pleasure herself; now that her little torture session had ended in a success, she wanted to get fucked by her well-endowed boyfriend.

Her dripping wet cunt was aligned with his cock within moments and then she slid down. “Aaaaah, fuuuuck,” she let out an elongated sound of deep pleasure as her pussy parted around his shaft. To her clenching folds, the already girthy cock felt even bigger, filled her out completely and stretched her even, as it slid past all of her sensitive spots with its engorged head. “Shooooo goooooood!” she slurred when she had him completely sheathed inside her.

Quivering, her body tensed and relaxed all over. John wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Her back rested against his chest. Pressed against him like that, Rave’s shoulder was deep enough for John to look over it. As he showered the base of her neck in kisses, he increased the intensity of the Sybian yet again.

Moans that had grown quieter, the girls becoming as used to the new intensity as they possibly could, surged with new tormenting ecstasy. Both Eliza and Scarlett pulled at their confining wraps and bandages. They held, however, and so all those movements were was useless writhing. The usually dull-looking material of the magical Sybian had long begun to glisten from the wild amount of pussy juice flowing over it. Combined with his girlfriend’s climactically gripping pussy wrangling his cock from all sides, John was sent right over the edge yet again.

Cumming inside her quivering quim was like melting in the best way. While sending his seed down her throat had felt better a moment ago, there was a deep and primal satisfaction about painting her womb white. The instincts of breeding called out to him as a man and supplied him with a high that could possibly only be surpassed if his active mind knew that he was actually about to knock her up. As much as his genes urged him to procreate, John was completely satisfied with this orgasmic high, however.

“Quick sh…shot again?” Rave asked, a ragged inhale interrupting her for a moment.

“You just came yourself,” John retorted.

“Girls play by different rules! Cumming easy and often is good.”

Still hard, John moved a little bit under her squishy ass. “Like I play by normal rules,” he grunted, ready to continue as if nothing had happened. “I am going to cum again and again inside your tight pussy.” The grip around her waist became undone, and she started moving again, gripping the armrests of the chair for extra support. The right of which, John used Possession on, in order to follow the happenings on the Sybian as his girlfriend rode him.

Eliza’s initially clean maid uniform was dirtied by various fluids at this point. Saliva dropped from her chin and soaked into the blue cloth in front of her breasts. Beads of sweat rolled over her skin, and her skirt, short as it was, absorbed much of the overflow from her constantly stimulated pussy. Her black lace panties did little in the way of stopping that development, were they themselves more liquid than cloth at this point.

In orgasmic writhing, her body would try to move away from the unrelenting vibrations that pleased and tormented it so. Her bound thighs could raise only the slightest bit, barely providing relief. Bereft of all senses but touch and smell as the tools wrapped around her head made her, as well as bound to this degree, all the blood mage could do was cum. Again and again, cum, the gaps and brutality of the climaxes dependant on the level of vibrations her master put on. Throaty, desperate moans continuously flew past her pried open lips, the metal ring showing no sign of budging.

John’s enjoyment was interrupted by a draft of wind pulling through the candlelit room. The source was the opening door, through which two figures walked. Maids in their own right, Aclysia and Beatrice, each holding a salver, made their way over to John. The smell of cinnamon covered pancakes and sliced apples mixed into the erotic aroma of the room.

The two Artificial Spirits took their position right and left of John. “We followed the situation through your eyes, Master,” Aclysia explained, lowering her salver. On it was exactly what the smell had indicated and John’s mouth began to water. He had chosen sex over food, but he was still hungry.

“Aclysia suggested we serve you in our own way,” Beatrice added, copying exactly the soft tone her elder was using.

“”Please, let us be of use to you,”” they spoke in unison. John had absolutely no intention to deny their wish, and so the prepared treats were presented to him in bite-sized pieces. Guided all the way to his mouth, John was experiencing his personal heaven.

Sitting in a comfortable chair with the woman of his dreams bouncing her perfect ass on his cock, he was being fed by two beautiful maids as he watched two masochists dressed up similarly being tormented in the most ecstatic way. “This is the life,” he sighed in pleasure, catching a piece of apple between his teeth and presenting it to his girlfriend, rather than eating it himself.

Turning her neck, she barely managed to get it, but soon it was being devoured by Rave. “Best, mhm, aaah, yes… you fill me up so deeply, tiger,” she stopped in most of her movements as yet another orgasm rocked her, her hips still gyrating in small circles throughout it. “The… the best life,” she finally agreed with a gasp.

As the plates had their content devoured, John increased the intensity bit by bit until the slider finally hit the maximum. At that point, the churning of the vibrations sounded like John was standing next to a power generator.

Scarlett was only a strained mess. Her muscles knew only the tensed state. The exception was solely her abdomen, as it relaxed for seconds at a time to allow her to breathe desperately. Her skin was flushed deep red all over from the strain. At any given moment, she was screaming her lungs out with ecstasy, the deeply penetrating vibrations from the large dildo extension causing her pussy to experience hellish bliss.

Only two states were given to her, cumming and cumming harder. Multiple orgasms layering on top until they unloaded in her sex splattering her love juices, squirting them over the already drenched cushion she was sitting on. The vibration stayed exactly as strong even as she came and so there was no moment of calming down, only a period between squirting that was just as mind-shattering as the rest of the experience.

Eliza was in a similar situation, although her heights of pleasure were further removed from one another. Furthermore, the massive amount of pussy juices from her climaxes had their force massively diminished by the panties between her legs. While this did make for a lesser visual spectacle, it soiled the skirt of her blue maid uniform even further. That made for its own greatness. Her stretched out tongue was long and slightly curved upwards, as if in search of something.

Satisfyingly loaded on food, John decided he could get her something. After a short exchange with his girlfriend, the two of them got up. Almost immediately, the numerous loads John had pumped into her began oozing out. Then she stood in front of Scarlett and ripped the mufflers of her ears, dropping them carelessly into the pool of wetness to her feet.

“Since ya were so needful of my boyfriend’s cum earlier,” Rave took two handful of crimson red hair. “Here is as much as you need.” Scarlett’s body was pulled forwards as much as her situation allowed. Her lips and the iron ring between them pressed against the pink-haired sadist’s cunt, the Technomancer’s tongue pressed inside. Unsatisfactory, judging by Rave spicing the deal. “The quicker ya make me cum the quicker I can be convinced of getting ya off this thing.”

That evidently worked, Scarlett mustering what little of her conscious mind remained in a desperate burying of her tongue, in search of the taste of honey and John’s cum mixed together and her mistress’ sensitive spots. Meanwhile, John was gently caressing Eliza’s head.

He, too, had removed her mufflers. “You have been such a good girl,” he told her, his cock just close enough for the tip of her tongue to swirl around the head. “Such a good, naughty little slut,” he continued. “I know you want this.” Carefully, he thrusted his cock into her mouth, just a bit past the lips, then he pulled back. He could see her disappointment in her whole, quivering mess of a body. “Good girls get rewards,” he told her, then did as his girlfriend across from him, brutally grabbing her head and slamming his girthy dick all the way down to the base into her throat.

It was so sudden that he actually managed to get a gag reflex out of her. Not that it mattered, as he facefucked her relentlessly, her usual body control went back into effect. Only one more time John wanted to cum, then he would allow the submissives to rest. He and Rave exchanged a glance, that was all it took to establish that they were both equally close. Not even a minute after they had changed positions, their hips bucked against their chosen mouths. The prior sex didn’t help their general horniness.

John simply closed his eyes and let the sensations wash over him as the vibrating throat milked him of his cum as it pumped into Eliza’s stomach. It was like her moans were translating the Sybian’s power into something more fitting for his cock. He grabbed her hair tighter as his orgasm reached its climax, almost like he was holding taut the reins of a horse.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as he pulled his sensitive cock out. For the first time in a while, it went somewhat flaccid. The cloud of lust in John’s mind dispersed for the slightest bit. Rave also looked satisfied. The majority of this little engagement was over. Both of them began to undo the bindings on the girls. When their legs were free, John put the Sybian out.

Freed, Eliza slumped against him and simply breathed audibly. When the gag was removed from her mouth, the blood mage immediately began talking in her usual, bloomy language. Her tone was one of deep satisfaction, but yet more hunger as well. “Fuck my fucking fucks, that was intense,” she managed to press out, removing her blindfold herself. The dots in her eyes rotated in the odd shape of a heart, something that really only happened when she felt really turned on and abused. Her eyes fell on John’s cock. “Master, if you are still wishing to punish me, this filthy piece of sin would love to be fucked in the ass by you.”

‘And now I am as hard as a steel rod again,’ John thought as he looked over to Scarlett. With much help from Rave, the Technomancer was lifted off the large dildo, only to immediately collapse down to the side.

“I will be good, please, please let me rest, I will be good,” she repeated over and over again like a broken toy. Nobody was even touching her anymore, still she was writhing and begging for mercy. “I will follow all orders, just let me rest, please, please…” She still had her blindfold on and her hoarse voice sounded genuine, but John had the feeling she was playing it up for the roleplay value.

“And here we see the difference between the masochist in it for her own pleasure and the masochist in it to please their master,” John joked, leaving out the bit about their Endurance having a slight gap between them.