'You had your chance slut,' explained her Mistress.
'No! Don't leave me like this!' begged Heather just about audibly through the gag.
'Oh, don't worry, I have other plans for you', stated Lisa ominously. 'Matt dear, would you be so kind as to get our little slave down. I want her on her knees in front of me with her hands cuffed behind her back.
Her boyfriend, who up until then had been sat back, amazed at what he was witnessing, leapt into action, easily reaching the timer above Heather's head. Luckly the cuffs could be open manually, which he did, ensuring he kept a firm grip of her wrists. He pushed Heather onto her knees, she was still weak from her ordeal and did not resist. Once her wrists were re-bound he stepped back. Their slave remained on her knees, her head bowed, drool still running from her gagged lips and pooling on the floor.
'Look at our little slut making such a mess!' laughed Lisa, stepping behind and removing Heather's gag, causing more drool to fall.
'Clean this mess up whore!' she commanded.
Heather thought about resisting, but as her head was pushed to the floor she could see no way out. Her will was broken, she had allowed herself to beg in front of these two tormentors. She had never felt so humiliated as she stuck out her tongue and began to lick at her own saliva on the floor, her arms bound behind her back, her naked bottom sticking obscenely into the air.
'That's it slut, every last drop!' Watching Heather's complete submission was making Lisa so hot that her hand reached down into her own skirt, pushing her knickers aside as her fingers plunged into her wet pussy. She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off her panties and spreading her legs as she watched Heather finish the job.
'Now, lets see what else that tongue can do. Come here' she ordered.
Heather crawled forward on her knees. She had never tasted another girl before, but with her body still burning with the desire to cum she vowed to do whatever it took to find a release. As Lisa lay back Heather's face plunged between her legs, tasting her Mistress' cum. Her tongue flicked over Lisa clit, eliciting a moan of pleasure as she lapped at her pussy, trying all the techniques that she enjoyed being on the receiving end of. It was obviously working as Lisa's moans became louder and more frequent.
'Matt, get over here, I want to taste your cock' she gasped. Eagerly her boyfriend climbed onto the bed by the side Lisa's head, unzipping his jeans and releasing his erection. As she greedily turned her head to him he slipped his penis into her warm wet mouth. Sucking Matt's cock as her own pussy was toyed with was all too much for Lisa and her orgasm approached.
'That's it slut, fuck my pussy with you tongue!' she managed to get out around Matt's cock.
Heather doubled her efforts, burying her face into her Mistress' cunt, struggling to breathe and lapping at the freely flowing juices. Lisa lifted her legs, grabbing her knees and spreading her pussy wide open.
'Oh fuck yeah!' she cried as the violent climax overtook her. Her body tensed and she screamed as she came, squirting into her slave face. Heather was not expecting that, and she recoiled, Lisa's juices dripping from her features. Everything was covered, her hair hanging lank and wet. Her humiliation was doubled, her mouth filled with the taste of another woman's cum as it dripped from her face and onto her chest. With her wrists bound she couldn't even wipe herself clean.
Satisfied, Lisa sat up, and was replaced by Matt who had not managed to find his release as Lisa concentrated on her own orgasm.
'Right, slut!' he barked, warming to the dominant role. 'Now it's my turn. Get those pretty lips around my hard cock.'
Heather hardly had time to catch her breath as she took him deeply into her mouth. For Matt the feeling was delicious as her wet lips ran their way along the length of his shaft. He took hold of her hair, pulling her towards him and burying his cock deep into the back of her throat before holding it there. Heather couldn't breathe, and was gagging at this intrusion. He began to fuck her face, pulling her up and down his cock roughly. She tried her best, sucking sloppily, each gag as his cock hit the back of her throat causing tears to well up in her eyes. Soon her mascara was running down her face as she looked up at her Master. All this was too much was Matt and as the orgasm approached he took hold of her hair, yanking her head back and pulling out his cock. Holding it over her lips he cried as he came, squirting thick masses of cum over her upturned face. His climax lasted an age, load after load of cum splashing onto Heather's face and body. Fulfilled, he released her head, and watched as his own cum dripped down off her forehead, her cheeks and lips. Her chest was splattered, cum running between her breasts and over her nipples.
Once Matt had caught his breath he untied Heather's wrists and directed her into the bathroom to clean up. She stood in front of the mirror, amazed at her reflection. Her hair was a mess, strands covered in cum. Lines of mascara ran down her cheeks, mixing with the thick white liquid on her face. As she tried to tidy herself up she brought to mind the events of the previous few hours, amazed at how quickly things had got so out of control. She thought through her options, but as she heard the giggling of her captours outside she knew she had only one; to clean herself up as quickly as possible and join them, regardless of what devious plans they had in store for her.
