Hello everyone. Thank you for your interest in the first "Syringe of fun" story, this part picks up immediately after that one, so if you haven't read it already, you might want to. I honestly wasn't going to continue writing more of these, but then the first one got close to 40k views and I was a little blown away... Thank you to everyone who liked that work and read it. I hope you enjoy this one also.
"It's my turn." James said, as he removed his cock ring. Rose, who had gathered some of her strength back got up from Tris slightly, and began grinding her pussy onto Tris' cock.
*Two hours later*
James let out a short and sharp grunt, which was quickly followed by a deep moan. His muscles tensed up and his hard 7" cock shot yet another large load of cum down Tris' throat, finally feeling somewhat satisfied he stepped back to admire his handiwork.
Once, Tris had been refined. A natural beauty whose movements positively oozed pose. Now a mixture of cum and saliva oozed down her small chest. Two hours ago James had tied Tris back into her kneeling position, with her hands strapped forcefully behind her back, her small but perky chest thrust forward. Her hard nipples on full display. He'd spread her legs again too, so that her even harder cock and dripping pussy were on full display. Adding to the scene of forced submission was the ring gag he'd stuffed into her mouth, causing a stream of salvia to dribble down her front.
Once, before Rose had injected all three of them with crazy sex drugs, James had broached the idea of a ring gag and face fucking to Tris. A way to spice up the bedroom. He'd been rather promptly shot down, but the next blow job he'd gotten had been remarkably inspired.
Tris, while very much at the mercy of her supernatural lust, wasn't quite what he and Rose were just yet. She still had a concept of shame, had an idea of how a true lady should react to given situations, and a part of her absolutely hated what was being done to her. So he'd kept her denied, forced a ring gag into her mouth, and face fucked that part of her. He'd blown his load over and over again. His own insane lust kept him hard, keeping him going.
Even now, after two grueling hours for Tris and two insanely pleasurable ones for him, he was still at half mast. His cock twitched at the sight he saw in Tris' eyes. There she was in front of him, eyes red from tears, hair slick with sweat and an absolute mess where he had been grabbing handholds. Cum covering her mouth, face, tits and yes, even her hard cock. She should have been filled with hatred, or exhausted, but there wasn't a single tired thing about those eyes. They were alive with lust, with a longing that was burning through her. Oh she hated him right now, but she had loved how he was treating her.
Given the opportunity he knew she'd tie him up and do just the same. Once she had, that would be it, no going back. Just the whirlwind of submission and domination, of exploration and of deep dark desires. A true sexual being, and James was pushing her over the edge. A moan from the other side of the room briefly caught his attention, there he turned to see Rose.
When she dominated, Rose had a tendency to put a cock ring onto James, and have him fuck her desperately. She'd cum over and over again while he'd be left aching, begging, for relief. Usually when it was his turn he'd give her the same treatment right back. James had begun to realize that this treatment was exactly what Rose craved. It was why she'd push him so far, covering him in aphrodisiac lubes and oils. Rubbing them into every inch of him and herself.
She loved denial, so he'd done something different.
Now the full, lovely rounded girl was tied on her back, on the massive four poster bed they kept in the dungeon. Between her legs was a hive of activity that could only ever be described as "Torturous pleasure." To start with, her bubble butt had a large silver butt plug inserted into it, the pink gem on the bottom of the plug catching the light every now and then as Rose arched her back on the bed. Inside her pussy was a thick, long and very firm cock, a dildo that was modeled after a somewhat realistic penis. One of her favorite toys, it even came with it's own warming function.
The dildo was attached to a fucking machine, which was driving the toy into and out of Rose at a constant speed few men would ever be able to match for long. Pile driving into her, causing her to moan explosively as her body was taken to the very limits of what she could pleasurably take. The machine also squirted lube deep inside of her every few minutes, James was always able to tell when another shot was launched, as she would always cry out and shudder at the sensation.
The lube, as always, was a strong aphrodisiac. The kind Rose so very often used on everyone else. James didn't know where or how she'd gotten the substance. All he knew was that if you applied the lube to someone for long enough, they'd eventually get so sensitive, that they could cum just by the air movement of a pedestal fan crossing over their crotch. Rose had ruined James hundreds of times like that in the past. He couldn't imagine what the feeling was like when she was actually being used, but judging from her expression, it had to be an outer body one.
Her soft, large breasts continued the tread, each having a tight nipple clamp attached to them. Which was in turn attached to a set of egg vibrators, forcing pleasure and pain through her sensitive nipples.
To cap it all off a powerful Hitachi vibrator was strapped to her shapely thigh, the head buzzing constantly against her clit. It wasn't on full power, but even at one half the pleasure it could provide was tortuous. James wasn't sure what Rose would be like in four hours, but the thought of fucking her after that turned his half masted cock fully erect again. Time to shake things up a little.
He had the best of both worlds, being able to torture one of his lovers with pleasure and the other with denial. Time to ramp up the denial. Tris watched, through a haze of lust and James walked away. A part of her was glad, as she could breath properly without a cock raping her throat. Another part of her was disappointed. She was so worked up. Her cock was so hard, just begging to be touched. Anything sexual, anything at all, was torturous. But slightly pleasurable as well. As James walked away she found herself thrusting her cock high into the air, trying to regain that lost pleasure.
When he returned James carried a set of nipple clamps for Tris, only instead of having egg vibrators attached to them, this set carried a short, thin leather leash. He attached the clips to over sensitive skin and Tris gasped in pain, even as her cock throbbed in pleasure. Holding the leash tightly so as to pull Tris closer to him James began quickly removing the small women turned futa from her bonds. Choosing to keep the ring gag in for now. He also kept her hands tied tightly behind her, knowing the futa would be unable to stop herself from stroking her pulsating cock.
