Caroline nodded and the pair of them drew closer to Betsy’s struggling form. Their hands moved over the NCR trooper’s body, feeling along her muscular abdomen and squeezing the fleshy mounds of her breasts. “Let’s make this bitch cum,” Caroline told Violet with a smirk. She moved down to her knees in front of Betsy, her face lined up with the woman’s crotch. Like her head, it was shaved bare.
Violet moved behind Betsy before crouching down. She placed her hands on the bound woman’s toned buttocks, rubbing the firm flesh before pulling her cheeks apart. She giggled at the sight of Betsy’s tiny little asshole. Moving her face up against the bound woman’s ass, she extended her tongue to flick against the tight ring of muscle.
While Violet ate out Betsy’s ass, Caroline focused her attention on the woman’s pussy. She pushed Betsy’s lips apart, finding the tiny bud of her clitoris. She sucked the sensitive piece of skin into her mouth and flicked her tongue across it. Betsy did her best to pull away, but with the barbed wire binding her limbs and a woman on either side of her, it was impossible to get away from the pleasure each of their mouths caused.
This new rape was something far worse than the violation Betsy had felt at having Cook-Cook’s cock buried inside of her. There hadn’t been any pleasure the first time, just sickening disgust at having the foul smelling Fiend pumping away on top of her. But with Betsy’s preference towards women, she couldn’t deny the level of base attraction she felt. Maybe not towards Violet. That sick cunt smelled almost as bad as Cook-Cook. But the Mystery Woman certainly held an appeal. And the way her tongue was probing the folds of her pussy told Betsy that she had experience.
Why are the hot ones always fucking crazy? Betsy thought with rage boiling inside her. She tried to push the attraction away, but it clung shamefully to her. Her cunt grew wet with arousal as Caroline lapped at her. She wiggled her middle finger into Betsy’s warm, clenching slit, amazed at the tightness. She pulled her slurping lips away from the bound woman’s mound and grinned. “If Cook-Cook wasn’t the first cock she had in her, he was damn close,” she told Violet. “She’s tighter than a mole rat’s asshole.” She looked up into Betsy’s flushed face. “Prefer the company of ladies, huh?”
“Fuck you,” Betsy growled at the Mystery Woman, although she was finding it difficult to refrain from moaning at her expert touches.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Caroline said with a giggle, forcing a second finger into Betsy’s snatch. She pumped her hand against the bound Ranger while leaning forward to keep sucking at her clit. On the other side of Betsy, Violet placed her lips firmly around her captive’s asshole and sucked on it as she wiggled her tongue against the tight orifice. The sucking sensation sent a surprising wave of pleasure through Betsy. She let out a ragged groan and hated herself for it.
Trapped between the two women, Corporal Betsy was driven to rising heights of ecstasy. She tried to fight it off, tried to focus on her anger at having been raped – not once, but twice now – but no amount of rage could stave off the pleasure rushing through her. It came to a spiking climax, eliciting a sharp cry of release from her throat as her hot cunt juices gushed out of her and down Caroline’s wrist.
Mojave Hunts (25/?)
Violet moved behind Betsy before crouching down. She placed her hands on the bound woman’s toned buttocks, rubbing the firm flesh before pulling her cheeks apart. She giggled at the sight of Betsy’s tiny little asshole. Moving her face up against the bound woman’s ass, she extended her tongue to flick against the tight ring of muscle.
While Violet ate out Betsy’s ass, Caroline focused her attention on the woman’s pussy. She pushed Betsy’s lips apart, finding the tiny bud of her clitoris. She sucked the sensitive piece of skin into her mouth and flicked her tongue across it. Betsy did her best to pull away, but with the barbed wire binding her limbs and a woman on either side of her, it was impossible to get away from the pleasure each of their mouths caused.
This new rape was something far worse than the violation Betsy had felt at having Cook-Cook’s cock buried inside of her. There hadn’t been any pleasure the first time, just sickening disgust at having the foul smelling Fiend pumping away on top of her. But with Betsy’s preference towards women, she couldn’t deny the level of base attraction she felt. Maybe not towards Violet. That sick cunt smelled almost as bad as Cook-Cook. But the Mystery Woman certainly held an appeal. And the way her tongue was probing the folds of her pussy told Betsy that she had experience.
Why are the hot ones always fucking crazy? Betsy thought with rage boiling inside her. She tried to push the attraction away, but it clung shamefully to her. Her cunt grew wet with arousal as Caroline lapped at her. She wiggled her middle finger into Betsy’s warm, clenching slit, amazed at the tightness. She pulled her slurping lips away from the bound woman’s mound and grinned. “If Cook-Cook wasn’t the first cock she had in her, he was damn close,” she told Violet. “She’s tighter than a mole rat’s asshole.” She looked up into Betsy’s flushed face. “Prefer the company of ladies, huh?”
“Fuck you,” Betsy growled at the Mystery Woman, although she was finding it difficult to refrain from moaning at her expert touches.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Caroline said with a giggle, forcing a second finger into Betsy’s snatch. She pumped her hand against the bound Ranger while leaning forward to keep sucking at her clit. On the other side of Betsy, Violet placed her lips firmly around her captive’s asshole and sucked on it as she wiggled her tongue against the tight orifice. The sucking sensation sent a surprising wave of pleasure through Betsy. She let out a ragged groan and hated herself for it.
Trapped between the two women, Corporal Betsy was driven to rising heights of ecstasy. She tried to fight it off, tried to focus on her anger at having been raped – not once, but twice now – but no amount of rage could stave off the pleasure rushing through her. It came to a spiking climax, eliciting a sharp cry of release from her throat as her hot cunt juices gushed out of her and down Caroline’s wrist.