In the bathroom, Reya impatiently unbuckles one of Honey's wrist cuffs, then shoos the box-girl into the shower stall. There's one showerhead on the ceiling and one on the wall; Reya loops the cuff chain around the ceiling showerhead, yanks Honey's free hand up, and cuffs it again. The tiny box-girl is forced to stand on her tiptoes, feeling terribly, terribly exposed.
Reya takes the other showerhead off the wall and points it at the floor as she turns it on, adjusting the temperature. The water pooling around Honey's toes alternates between cold, lukewarm, hot, then lukewarm again. She squirms, not sure if she's ready for this new development.
Reya grins, her canines looking awfully sharp in this light. Then she points the showerhead at Honey.
Honey is hit full in the chest with near-scalding water. She screams immediately, kicking to escape, unable to do anything but dangle wildly from the ceiling. When she manages to turn around, Reya just sprays her back and ass instead--the initial contact hurts for sure, but it's really the rivulets running down her stomach and legs that are killing Honey, turning her into a sobbing wreck within seconds.
Even when Reya turns the water off, it takes a few seconds for Honey's reddened, raw skin to stop hurting with fiery needles. She shudders, hanging limp by her wrists, tears still leaking uncontrollably down her cheeks.
"Head up, baby," says Reya, drawing closer. Honey shakes as she lifts her chin to stare up into Reya's brittle blue eyes. She thinks, if evil vampires existed, Reya would totally be one. "Aww, look at you crying. Like you're not a professional who's enjoying every second of this."
Honey blinks the tears out of her eyes. Sniffs once, and stops crying. It's really easy, actually, she just has to think hard about it for like, two seconds. She stares with wide, watery eyes at the pale domme looming above her.
"I have to pee," she says, matter-of-factly.
Reya doesn't budge. "So do it. You're in the shower, it's as good a place as any."
"Let me use the toilet."
Reya tut-tuts. She presses her chest up against the tiny box girl--her skin feels icy against Honey's sensitive, raw skin--and reaches down between her legs. "I read your profile. I read lots of profiles. You were the perfect fit. Of course, I made sure you were Candy's type--she loves the cute ones, all bubblegum and lollipops and teddy bear humping. Me, I like brats. Girls who bite back just to give their dommes an excuse to punish them harder." Reya's hand slides between Honey's thighs. "Especially the ones who have trouble admitting they have a piss kink." She plys Honey's clit between bony knuckles. Honey tries to resist, but the hot water took all the fight out of her, and it hurts--hurts in a way she knows she can relieve, so why shouldn't she? All she has to do is let go--
Once Honey starts pissing, she can't stop. And she hasn't drunken a single sip of water in a while but somehow there's so much inside her--and it's so warm all down her thighs and the backs of her knees and down her ankles. Reya doesn't seem bothered that it's getting all over her hand; in fact she's still messing with Honey's clit, producing a confusing mix of sensations that furrows her brow with worry.
When the stream stops, Reya laughs at her and wipes her wet hand on the box-girl's stomach. "Hey!" Honey calls out, peeved--right before Reya drenches her head in ice-cold water.
Honey screams again, then has to stop to spit out the water that's slipped into her mouth. She can't see past the floppy curtain of wet hair over her eyes, can't curl up to defend herself from the freezing cold attacking her ribs, her lower back, her thighs. When Reya points the showerhead directly between her legs, she actually lifts herself clean off the floor out of reflex--then gasps and collapses back down as her arms burn.
As she sputters and shivers, she feels the water go away, hears Reya placing the showerhead back on the wall. Reya's hands grip her shoulders, twirl her around, then slide down to dig into her ass cheeks. Honey feels herself being spread open--she blushes at the unexpected sensation. The domme breathes hot, wet air against Honey's asshole, then laves it with her tongue.
Honey shudders, and melts. Or at least, she tries to. Instinct makes her want to relax, to open up for whatever's about to push up her ass--but going limp hurts her wrists and stretches out her aching arms. But when she tries to stand upright, get a better grip on the slippery floor with her toes, her ass clenches up--just as the tip of Reya's tongue snakes its way inside.
Honey whimpers at the burn; her legs shake and strain, and a hot flash ripples across her whole body. Reya keeps fucking her with her tongue, mercilessly, without waiting for Honey to open up--Honey forgets the ticklish drops of water sliding down her skin, the tips of her wet hair poking her face and shoulders, the staticky tingling in her raised arms. Her whole world is her domme's tongue ravaging her asshole, gradually opening it up into a gape, making her ache deep in her guts for more.
Honey is torn between relief and mourning when Reya pulls out. The domme stands up behind her, taking the opportunity to grope her ass one last time--oh ow ow ow her bruises hurt so bad--then smacks her left cheek hard enough to make the ceiling creak as the box-girl swings from it. The cold in the air comes back in full force, and Honey trembles violently as Reya uncuffs her. The moment she's free, she tumbles backward into Reya, where a giant, fluffy towel is waiting; Reya pats her dry with businesslike efficiency, drapes the towel over her shoulders, then cuffs her wrists back together in front of her. Honey whimpers, watching the buckles tighten.
"You didn't think I was
actually
going to set free, did you?" Reya purrs. "You're so funny, little box-girl."
Honey turns and sticks her tongue out at Reya. Reya's hand blurs--Honey whips her head back, avoiding the snatching fingers just in time. She grins triumphantly, watching the domme's eyes narrow and her upper lip curl.
Then she squeaks as a hand clamps the nape of her neck. Reya forces her face up and squeezes her cheeks with her other hand, forcing her jaws to crack open. As Honey squirms, eyes watering again, Reya spits into her mouth.
"Swallow," she says, snapping Honey's jaws shut and holding a hand over her mouth and nose. In her struggle to breathe Honey does just that--the foreign, liquid gob slips down her throat, as easily as Candy's cum did before.
She's still wrinkling her nose when Reya pushes her out of the bathroom, still wrapped in the fluffy maroon towel. Both women pause as they see the scene in the bedroom.
Candy is perched on the edge of the bed with her legs lewdly open, fondling her own tit as she moans unabashedly. She's holding Jin's head between her legs, where the bigger woman is kneeling to suck on her balls and steadily pump the shaft of her cock with one hand. Jin's meaty fingers are big enough to make Candy's average-sized cock seem tiny.
"Hey--ahh--girls," Candy pants. "We totally didn't mean to get started without you--oh, fuck--but I heard Honey screaming and got excited, and Jin wasn't doing much anyway, so she took the time to help out--" She bites down on her lower lip, whining through her teeth, as Jin squeezes her cock. Jin laughs from down below, good-naturedly.
"Well then, go on," Reya says, yanking the towel off of Honey and shoving her toward the bed. Honey stumbles, but Candy catches her; as they kiss, Honey feels Jin's back against her knees, can reach down to curl her fingers in Jin's short, mussed-up hair.
Candy pushes Honey onto the bed like she's rolling up a carpet; in her disorientation, Honey still manages to grip the bedsheets with her cuffed hands and prop herself up on her forearms and knees. Candy is behind her in an instant, scratching down her spine with unforgiving nails; Honey moans and arches her back, unconsciously scooting her knees further apart at the same time. She looks up at the rest of the room, sees that she's facing the foot of the bed, where Jin and Reya are grinning back at her, settling down to enjoy the show.
Honey feels Candy's tongue at her asshole--and then a puff of air as she says, "What the--hey, Reya got here before me!"
Jin turns to raise an eyebrow at Reya; Reya just gives a cat-like, satisfied smile.
"Well," says Candy, "I guess it's not such a bad thing." Honey hears a bottle of lube being popped open, the smell of artificial strawberry flavoring wafting by. "This way, I can just push right in..."
The slick, slightly-cold head of Candy's cock prods at Honey's entrance. There's just a moment of resistance--pressure building--
Both Candy and Honey gasp out loud as the head pops in. Honey immediately groans, a slight wave of nausea fluttering in her stomach; she rocks back, silently begging Candy to go deeper and relieve the troublesome emptiness.
