Their begging had only just begun.
I let their desperate words hang in the air for a long, cruel moment, stroking my thick, saliva-slick cock slowly above their flushed faces.
The purple glow in my eyes pulsed steadily, reinforcing the illusory shackles so the chains felt even tighter, biting into their wrists and ankles with that perfect edge of cold metal.
Vale's heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples stiff and aching. Sophie's spread pussy continued to leak in slow, obscene drips onto the sheets, her inner thighs glistening with arousal.
"Pathetic," I murmured, my voice thick with satisfaction. "Two grown sisters reduced to begging sluts in chains. One craving slow, deep relief because she's been starving for years… the other begging to be broken and degraded because pain is the only thing that gets her wet anymore."
