Bitchcraft #07, Scene #03

Audrianna Angel staggers down the hall in nothing but chains, skin gleaming under the lights, lips forced wide around a ball gag. Every camera finds her body—half-bare breasts, the tilt of her hips, the stretch of thigh against cold metal. Cut to Sophie Dee on the toilet, red hair wild, cursing when she finds no paper. She snaps her fingers. Audrianna drops to her knees and presses her face between thick thighs, tongue lapping deep to catch every drop—cleaning cunt first, then sliding between glossy cheeks to work the puckered hole until it shines. Sophie watches, amused, one boot resting on the girl’s back. In the living room, Sophie strings her slave to a post and uncoils a short leather flogger. She cuts the air once, twice. The blouse gives with a single yank, latex tearing open, nipples springing free. Sophie whips hard; lashes stripe delicate skin. Then her teeth sink in, leaving perfect red imprints while Audrianna jerks and moans around the gag. Sophie sends her crawling outside. Boots hooked over the balcony rail, she spreads wide, releases in heavy, hot spurts. Piss streams across Audrianna’s face, into her mouth, down her chest. She gulps what she can. Back inside, the pool table becomes the frame. Sophie folds Audrianna over the rail, fingers digging into soft flesh like bowling ball grips, stretching her cunt and asshole apart. She works a fat plug into the tighter hole, twists it until it seats with a wet pop. A long, clear shaft follows—sliding inch by inch into Audrianna’s cunt until her belly flutters around it. Sophie fucks her fast, then pulls free and slips the slick length between her own cheeks. She orders Audrianna’s hand to her clit, then rides the toy while Audrianna’s fingers fuck in rhythm. After that it’s face between Sophie’s massive cheeks. Each moan from Sophie comes with a fresh vulgarity spat over her shoulder while Audrianna’s tongue works circles deep inside her ass. Saliva and sweat smear Audrianna’s jaw. On the couch Sophie spreads her legs, guides Audrianna’s mouth to her shaved slit. The girl licks greedily, chasing every drop that beads, chin shiny, eyes glassy. Finally Sophie fetches plastic pins. She plants them across Audrianna’s breasts, her inner thighs, the soft stretch of her labia—any place skin can be pinched and pulled. She leaves her hog-tied, pins quivering, soft whimpers echoing after the door clicks shut.