Hump and grind, my clit impaled deep,
Merry Clitmax to thee, a filthy heap!

Hmm. A new device, yes. For cock-sucking, it is. But we tweaked it, so my big clit can take its turn now. Bigger it grew with each suck, erect as a little dick at the end. Pain slut I am, so just stimulation alone won't do. Tiger balm first, then let it suck again. Wasabi next, right on that throbbing clit. Maximum power, until pain and pleasure blur together. Orgasm hits hard after that.

Jessica and Nazryana trapped Holly in a tight metal cage, barely big enough for her to squeeze inside. Her head was left sticking out of the top of the cage, leaving it exposed and unprotected. They secured a plastic bag around her neck but cut the top open so she could still breathe. Then they stretched and taped the opening of the bag to the cage's top, turning it into a tight funnel that collected fluids near Holly's neck and mouth.

The plan was simple: Jessica and Nazryana would take turns peeing into the bag until the pee level rose high enough to reach Holly's nose, forcing her to drink it just to keep breathing...

Queensnake's love language has always been brutality. This time, it manifests through martial arts - her affection for Jessica takes physical form in the sharp, deliberate kicks she lands upon her victim.

She seizes a gleaming new ankle protector, and with calculated precision, kicks the shit out of Jessica's belly, breasts, and vagina across prolonged sessions. In between these brutal exchanges, when Jessica squirms and agonizes on the floor in helpless submission, Queensnake takes her time to lap up not just sweat but every other bodily discharge pooling in the crevices of Jessica's vagina and asshole - her tongue a relentless act of dominance.