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Therapy – Part 3

By Ramvo

Domination by horny mistresses continues

Sunday Evening

The bedroom reeked now: heavy vanilla undercut by raw sweat, spent sex, and the faint metallic tang of fear-sweat that no candle could mask. The lamps had been dimmed to dying embers; long shadows stretched like fingers across sweat-damp sheets.

Timmy no longer lay peacefully on Jenny’s breast.

He was pinned facedown across the thick, ridged center of Maggy’s right nipple—arms and legs splayed wide, wrists and ankles lashed tight to the pebbled areola with fine black threads torn from one of Jenny’s ruined stockings. Every shallow breath Maggy took lifted and dropped him like a living yo-yo; every heartbeat thudded through the rubbery flesh beneath him, rattling his teeth.

He had screamed himself hoarse hours ago. Now he only whimpered—small, broken animal sounds.

Jenny knelt astride Maggy’s waist, facing backward, her plump bubble-butt hovering inches above Timmy’s tiny prison. The blonde’s cheeks were flushed crimson from earlier spankings; handprints still glowed angrily across both globes. Between them, her asshole winked—still slick and slightly gaping from where Maggy had spent twenty savage minutes fist-fucking her while Timmy watched, helpless, from the headboard.

“Time to turn up the volume,” Maggy said, voice low and gravelly. She pinched her own nipple between thumb and forefinger—slowly increasing pressure until the tender bud compressed around Timmy’s body like a fleshy vise. His ribs creaked audibly. A thin scream tore from his throat.

Jenny giggled—high and cruel—and lowered herself until the sweaty cleft of her ass swallowed the tiny bound figure whole. Maggy’s nipple disappeared between those plump cheeks with a wet squelch. Timmy’s world became crushing darkness, suffocating heat, and the obscene musk of Jenny’s most private places. Her asshole flexed once—deliberately—kissing the top of his head before sliding down to trap his face against the puckered ring.

“Feel that?” Jenny purred, grinding in slow, filthy circles. “That’s where bad boys go when they stop being fun.”

Maggy released her nipple. The sudden release of pressure sent a jolt of blood back into the swollen flesh; Timmy convulsed as the areola swelled around him again, mashing him deeper into Jenny’s crack. The blonde moaned and rocked harder—smearing him back and forth across her twitching hole like a living wipe.

“Beg,” Maggy ordered.

Timmy tried. The word came out mangled, muffled by sweaty skin and pulsing muscle.

“Louder.”

He screamed it this time—raw, shredded: “Please—please—please—”

Jenny lifted just enough to let him breathe, then slammed back down, smothering the plea mid-word. She laughed, delighted.

“He’s still got some fight,” she said over her shoulder. “Let’s fix that.”

Maggy reached between Jenny’s thighs and spread the blonde’s dripping cunt wide with two fingers. The inner lips parted with a sticky sound; a thick rope of arousal drooled onto Timmy’s upturned face. Jenny shifted forward, aligning herself, then sat—hard.

Timmy’s head and shoulders vanished into Jenny’s soaked pussy in one brutal plunge. The walls clamped like a fist. She didn’t give him time to adjust—she simply started riding, bouncing with short, vicious strokes that slapped her ass against Maggy’s mound over and over. Each descent drove him deeper; each lift dragged him halfway out only to ram him back in again. The wet, rhythmic squelching filled the room like obscene applause.

Maggy watched, eyes glittering, one hand fisting her own cunt in time with Jenny’s rhythm while the other reached back to spread her own ass cheeks wide.

“Deeper,” she growled.

Jenny obeyed instantly. She rose onto her knees, angled her hips, and dropped with all her weight.

Timmy disappeared to the waist inside her spasming channel. Jenny froze there—impaled and trembling—then began to grind in slow, punishing circles, stirring him like a swizzle stick inside her molten core.

Maggy’s voice cut through the wet sounds: “Now the other hole.”

Jenny lifted off with an obscene pop. Timmy dangled from her cunt lips for a heartbeat—coated head to toe in thick, glistening cream—before Jenny flipped around and presented her ass directly over Maggy’s waiting mouth.

Maggy didn’t hesitate. She sealed her lips around Jenny’s still-gaping asshole and sucked—hard. Timmy’s body was yanked forward by the vacuum until his face mashed against the inside of Jenny’s rectal ring. The muscle flexed once, twice—then opened.

He slid inside headfirst, dragged by the powerful suction of Maggy’s mouth and the greedy clench of Jenny’s bowels. The tunnel was tighter here, hotter, dirtier. Ridged walls rippled around him like a living peristaltic wave, pulling him inexorably deeper with every swallow.

Jenny moaned—long and broken—as Maggy’s tongue speared inside alongside Timmy, forcing him even farther up the spasming chute. When the doctor finally pulled back with a wet gasp, a glistening string of saliva and ass-juice connected her lips to Jenny’s hole. Timmy’s kicking feet were just visible—framed obscenely by the stretched pink pucker—before another hard clench sucked them out of sight.

Inside, the pressure was apocalyptic.

Every heartbeat slammed through the walls like artillery. Every breath Jenny took dragged him forward another fraction of an inch. When she clenched—deliberately, viciously—the tunnel became a crushing fist that squeezed the air from his lungs and forced a thin, reedy scream from his mouth.

Maggy lay back, pulling Jenny down on top of her so their bodies aligned chest-to-chest, cunt-to-cunt. She wrapped long legs around the smaller woman’s waist and locked her ankles.

“Ride it out,” Maggy whispered against Jenny’s ear. “Make him feel every inch of what he’s become.”

Jenny began to grind—slow at first, then faster, harder—using the tiny body trapped in her ass like an internal dildo. Each roll of her hips drove him deeper; each clench made the tunnel spasm around him in violent waves. Maggy matched her rhythm, grinding their soaked pussies together until the wet slap-slap-slap became a continuous roar.

When Jenny came, it was cataclysmic.

Her asshole clamped down like a steel trap. The muscular ring convulsed in long, rolling waves that dragged Timmy helplessly back and forth through the spasming tunnel. A hot flood of her juices poured down around him, coating the walls, making every slide slicker, faster, more punishing. She screamed—raw and animal—hips bucking so violently that Maggy had to pin her down to keep her from flying off.

Maggy followed seconds later. Her own orgasm triggered a sympathetic clench in Jenny’s bowels; the two women’s bodies locked together in a shuddering, sweating knot while Timmy was battered between contracting walls like a rag in a washing machine.

When it finally ended, Jenny collapsed forward onto Maggy’s chest, panting. Maggy stroked her sweat-soaked hair with surprising gentleness.

A long minute passed.

Then Jenny reached back, spread her cheeks wide, and bore down.

Timmy emerged—slowly, reluctantly—ejected headfirst from her gaping, quivering asshole in a rush of hot air and thick slime. He landed on Maggy’s sternum with a wet slap, limp, coated head to toe in ass-juice and shame.

Neither woman spoke for several heartbeats.

Finally, Maggy lifted his tiny, broken body between thumb and forefinger and held him up to the lamplight. His chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged gasps. His eyes—wide and glassy—stared at nothing.

Maggy smiled—a slow, satisfied predator’s smile.

“Say it,” she commanded softly.

Timmy’s lips moved. No sound at first. Then, barely audible:

“…thank you… Mistress…”

Jenny purred and kissed Maggy’s neck.

“Therapy complete?” she asked.

Maggy turned Timmy slowly, inspecting him like a piece of jewelry.

“Not yet,” she murmured. “But he’s very, very close.”

She lowered him between their joined bodies—nestling him in the hot, slippery crease where cunt met cunt—then pressed their mounds together one final time, sealing him inside the suffocating furnace of their combined heat.

“Sleep there,” Maggy whispered. “Dream of how small you are. How useless. How owned.”

Jenny giggled sleepily and clenched once—softly.

Timmy twitched once inside their joined sexes.

Then he went still.

Perfectly still.

TO BE CONTINUED…