'Kinky S*x Dungeon' Reviewer in a Fantasy world (18+) BDSM-Chapter 24 - 3.4

The sisters stepped closer, their leather dom suits creaking faintly as they gripped Virael and Liora's ponytails—Leraphine's hand firm on Virael's dark hair, Seraphine's tugging Liora's chestnut hair with a playful twist.

"Up," Leraphine commanded, her voice calm but unyielding, pulling Virael to her feet.

Seraphine echoed the order with a grin, yanking Liora upright, her tail flicking as she stumbled slightly, still trembling from the vibrators buzzing in their pussies.

The sisters uncuffed their wrists, the steel clinking as it fell away, only to replace it with a new restraint—thick chains descending from the ceiling, their ends snapping around Virael and Liora's wrists with a cold, metallic snap.

The chains yanked upward, hoisting their arms high until they stood on their toes, their bodies stretched taut, latex stockings and gloves gleaming in the dim light.

Virael's lean muscles flexed, her balance steady despite the strain, while Liora wobbled, her petite frame quivering, her tail curling nervously.

Leraphine knelt before Virael, her fingers deft as she unstrapped the ring gag, easing it from her mouth with a wet pop.

Drool trailed down Virael's chin, her jaw aching as she flexed it, her stoic mask flickering.

Seraphine did the same for Liora, pulling the gag free with a teasing flourish, Liora's gasp ragged as spit glistened on her lips.

Before they could catch their breath, the sisters produced a double-sided dildo—long, black, and ribbed, its surface slick with lubricant.

Leraphine gripped Virael's jaw, sliding one end into her mouth, the rubber stretching her lips as it settled halfway, the other end jutting out like an obscene extension.

Seraphine mirrored her with Liora, pushing the dildo past her teeth, her muffled whimper softening as it lodged in place, half protruding forward.

Their mouths were filled again, the taste faintly bitter, their tongues pinned as drool began to pool anew.

The sisters moved lower, attaching small vibrators to their upper thighs—sleek, buzzing devices strapped tight with leather bands, positioned so the tips pressed against their pussies.

The vibrations reignited instantly, a relentless hum that sent jolts through their cores—Virael's breath hitching, a low groan rumbling around the dildo, while Liora's tail twitched, her high, muffled whine escaping as her thighs trembled.

The sensation was immediate, their wetness seeping past the latex, their bodies flinching involuntarily.

Leraphine and Seraphine stepped back, each retrieving a flogger—black leather strands swaying in their hands.

As Virael and Liora moaned and shifted, the sisters struck—Leraphine's flogger snapping across Virael's back, leaving red welts blooming on her pale skin; Seraphine's lashing Liora's thighs, pink marks streaking her softer flesh.

The blows rained down—across their stomachs, their breasts, their asses—each sting blending pain with the pleasure pulsing below, their muffled cries echoing in the room.

When the flogging ceased, their skin glowed with red marks, their breaths ragged through the dildos.

The sisters unchained them, the metal clanking as their arms dropped, then removed the thigh vibrators, leaving their pussies dripping and hypersensitive.

"Crawl," Seraphine ordered, her voice sharp with delight, "and use the other half of your dildos in each other's pussies."

Virael sank to her knees, her latex-clad limbs creaking, and tried to listen for Liora—but the mask muffled all but the closest sounds, Leraphine's steady breathing dominating her ears.

Liora crawled too, her movements shaky, her tail brushing the floor, but they veered in opposite directions, blind and disoriented.

Leraphine's flogger snapped across Virael's ass, a sharp sting that made her groan, while Seraphine's struck Liora's hips, her yelp muffled as she flinched.

The sisters guided them with lashes—each wrong turn earning a strike—until their asses glowed red, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the lingering buzz in their cores.

Finally, Virael's hand brushed Liora's shoulder, her fingers tracing down—feeling the soft swell of Liora's breasts, the trembling curve of her thighs, then the slick heat of her pussy.

Virael's touch was soft, stretching Liora gently with her fingers, parting her folds before easing the protruding half of her dildo inside—a slow, careful push that made Liora moan through her own dildo, her tail curling upward.

Liora fumbled in return, her hands clumsy as she groped Virael's thighs, then thrust her dildo's free end into Virael's pussy with one sharp, sudden motion.

Virael groaned, the sound deep and muffled, the abrupt stretch sending a jolt through her as the ribbed surface filled her.

Seraphine clapped her hands, her grin audible in her voice.

"Make each other cum. Whoever finishes first gets a prize—the loser gets punished."

Leraphine stood by Virael, her presence a quiet pressure, while Seraphine loomed over Liora, her energy vibrant and commanding.

Bound by the dildos—mouth to pussy, pussy to mouth—they began, their hips rocking awkwardly at first, the latex creaking as they moved.

Virael's thrusts were measured, precise, targeting Liora's sensitive spots with a steady rhythm, her own pleasure building slowly.

Liora's were erratic, eager, her inexperience driving wild, uneven pumps that made Virael's breath hitch.

Their muffled moans blended—Virael's low and controlled, Liora's high and desperate—as the dildos slid deeper, their wetness slicking the way, the sisters watching with keen, predatory eyes.