Their desperate, whimpering pleas rose again as I moved closer, my cock hovering just out of reach, the purple glow in my eyes flaring brighter.
The real breaking was only beginning.
I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself so my thick, veined cock hung directly above their faces. Both sisters strained against the illusory shackles, necks craning as far as the chains allowed, tongues already slipping out in hungry anticipation. Their eyes were glassy, lips swollen from earlier use, cheeks flushed deep red with shame and arousal.
"Open your mouths," I ordered, my voice low and commanding. "Both of you. Show me how starving, chained whores beg with their tongues."
Sophie obeyed instantly, her mouth wide, tongue extended flat like an obedient pet. Vale followed a heartbeat later, but with more desperation in her eyes, that masochistic glint that told me she wanted to be used harder.
