A Thing of Beauty, Scene #02

Sinn Sage and Karlie Montana look dangerous in all that black. They shove Bree Daniels into the dark tunnel like she weighs nothing. Bree’s hands fly out but there’s nowhere to grab, nothing but cold concrete and two sets of hard grips on her arms. Their top-hats tilt as they spin her around and rip her shirt open. Nipples already hard from fear and the chill, they twist hard until Bree yelps. Fingers crack across her ass and she staggers, thighs clenched, breath catching. Karlie drops behind her, yanks the skirt up, and drags her soaked panties aside. One blunt finger pushes deep, curls, then pulls free wet. She sticks it in Bree’s mouth and grins. Sinn pinches a sore nipple between silver teeth, sucks until it reddens. They shove Bree to her knees and fist her long red hair, dragging her face between warm, split cheeks. Sinn’s voice is smoke. “No more pretty little princess when you’re eating demon asshole.” Bree’s tongue works by instinct. Taste of soap, salt, smoke—everything too close, too sharp. They flip her, crucifix dildo glinting like a dare. The blunt head forces into her cunt, thick and blunt, church gold scraping where only flesh should be. “Practice,” Karlie says. Sinn smears slick from Bree’s pussy across her own tongue and kisses it into her. “You’ll be sucking demon cocks in hell,” she promises, and the dildo drags free only to be shoved past Bree’s lips, still dripping, until she gags on it.