#sinclay

Wednesday whined again as Enid tweaked her nipples again. She tried to close her legs, hoping to rub them together for some sensation of friction where she needed it most, but she was stopped by Enid twisting her nipples harshly and using her own legs to keep Wednesday’s spread wide.

Her pussy was bare, on display. Her well trimmed bush did nothing to hide her glistening folds, the way even her thighs were soaked with her wetness.

“Ah, ah! No hiding, kitty! You know that your Queen wants to see you. So be good and stay still,” Enid twists Wednesday’s nipples again hard and this time doesn’t let go as Wednesday squirms and squeals in pain, and Enid nearly bursts out laughing at the same time as their third, Bianca, at the pathetic display.

The sound of her best friend and her best rival laughing so shamelessly at her sends intense lightning strikes of humiliation straight to Wednesday’s belly and she instantly cums from it, only making them laugh louder as she screams.

By the time Wednesday finally comes down from her orgasm enough to register anything around her, she first notices Bianca no longer sitting on the opposite side of the room; instead she’s now kneeling in front of Wednesday, face mere inches from her pussy and clearly ready to dive into her next meal.

Wednesday squirms and whines out of fear, now very much understanding what she’s done. She came without permission, and the punishment was always the exact same. A seemingly never ending torture of no less than ten more orgasms pulled forcefully from her body until she’s sobbing and begging for mercy.