"Master!" Whore gasped, looking mortified as she quickly brought her legs together.
"None of that now," Master tutted like Whore was a misbehaving pet. "Spread those beautiful legs so that Fucktoy can get on with cleaning you." He grinned widely at Whore as she turned to look at him over her shoulder. She still looked apprehensive as she turned back to Fucktoy, but some of that curiosity and, more importantly, need still shone through. Fucktoy gave her an encouraging smile before Whore sighed and slowly spread her legs back open, revealing her glistening pussy.
"Good girl," Master said, standing over them to get a better view. "And may I say you make for a gorgeous slave, with every part of you exposed and ready for the taking. Especially that pretty little pussy," Whore looked uncertain at the nice words, but she still blushed furiously and turned away. If it had been Fucktoy she would have been giddy at such a compliment from her Master, thanking him profusely and, at the very least, offering to suck his cock.
"Th-thank you, Master," Whore stammered out, still turned away from him, and Fucktoy felt relief. She still didn't seem entirely comfortable with being a slave, but at least Whore wasn't being openly rude. Master nodded for Fucktoy to get going, and she eagerly started kissing and licking the inside of the thighs spread before her, making her slow way to the glistening pussy at their center. Whore gasped at the contact, and her eyes couldn't decide where to look. She stole glances down at Fucktoy, but turned away again as the heat in her cheeks bloomed. Her hands were equally unruly, alternating between trying to cover her tits and straying back down to help keep herself steady.
"Enough," Master said casually as he snapped his fingers and the bands around Whore's wrists forced her hands behind her back until they clicked together. She complained and struggled, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't separate them. Fucktoy might have been concerned for her slave sister, but although she tried to hide it, Fucktoy could see the heat rising in Whore's eyes. It was only a matter of time before her inner slut came out to play. And besides, Whore's thighs needed no such restraints to stay separated Fucktoy reflected as she kissed them again, watching in delight as it made a shiver race through her slave sister.
Master took ahold of Whore's head and kissed her, the other slave was reluctant, but she soon melted into his embrace. She returned the kiss with abandon and even moaned in disappointment when Master broke it off to smile proudly down at her.
"That wasn't so horrible, now was it, slave?" Master said, and the words seemed to bring Whore out of her stupor, but only a bit.
"No, it wasn't," she admitted with a furious blush to her cheeks, and yet she didn't turn away from Master, meeting his gaze levelly, the lust in them palpable. Fucktoy felt joy rising in her chest. She would soon have a slave sister that was just as wanton as she was for their Master to play with. "But this isn't me. I'm a lowly commoner, set to inherit my parent's store when they grow too old. I'm not good enough to be your slave, not like," She glanced down at Fucktoy before her eyes darted back to Master.
"We have a bit of an inferiority complex on our hands, it seems," Master chuckled slightly as he smiled down at Fucktoy. "She is a beauty, isn't she? My finest work, if I do say so myself," Fucktoy beamed up at him, glad to be finally getting some attention. "And so eager, but I'm afraid you are not the one to be making such decisions. You are my slave, and I'll be the one to decide who's worthy and not." Master said calmly, yet Whore's eyes widened in alarm at his words.
"Yes, Master. I understand," she hurried to explain, but there was no need to be afraid.
"Good girl," Master praised, and Fucktoy could see the heat rising in Whore's eyes again at the compliment. "Now admit it. You love this, don't you? Being on display, pleasuring others, and being pleasured in return. Being my slave," Master's eyes flashed with green light as he looked deep into Whore's eyes, and she answered in an eager voice.
"Oh yes, a thousand times yes. I have always dreamed of something like this, but my responsibilities have always gotten in the way. The need to take care of my parents, to give them a good life, has always been more important."
"Whore," Master said gently, his eyes still glowing.
"Yes, Master," she answered like a good slave.
"With the money I paid them for you. Your parents could live like royalty if they wanted to."
"Yes, that's probably true," Whore's brows scrunched up as if she was deep in thought.
"So isn't it time you did something that you wanted? You don't have to worry anymore, they'll be fine, and you can devote yourself fully to being my slave. You'll have all the pussy and cock you could ever need. We'll make a good slut out of you yet." Whore's brows smoothed out as she let out a happy squeal. It looked like she wanted to hug him, but her hands were bound, so Master had to catch her as she practically threw herself at him.
"You're the best, Master. I like women best, but I admit that seeing your huge cock ravage Fucktoy got my juices flowing, and I loved the taste of your cum. You can fuck me anytime you want. I might be a little tight," Master chuckled at the tirade as he patted Whore's back, interrupting her.
"We'll work up to it, but first," he said as he snapped his fingers. "We have a pussy to clean." His eyes stopped glowing, and Whore looked slightly confused as she sat back up again from where she had been leaning on Master.
