Pandemonica knew very well that Zdrada was the Bitch Demon, same as everyone else. She was downright secretarial in her research; she knew what made the pierced demoness tick.
She knew that Zdrada loved to play the role of masochist, even though the prefix sado- ought to fit in there somewhere. She knew that Zdrada loved teasing her sister, she knew where Zdrada got her ankle-length boots and pitch-black chokers, and of course, she knew exactly why Zdrada wore that pearlescent cross around her neck.
Pain, sweet pain.
"You've been a bad, bad girl," Pandemonica whispered — and as she did, she slowly and steadily dragged that riding crop along the length of Zdrada's bare thigh, drawing forth a shudder from the short-haired she-devil.
"Have I now?" Zdrada tried her best to suppress that smile of hers, but it was no use. She couldn't get a thing past Pandemonica, and they knew it well. She was completely and utterly naked. There was no hiding away from the most domineering woman in the household. "What did I do?"
"What did you do?" Pandemonica hummed with vague interest. She was just as naked as Zdrada was, but for her own spectacles — through which she could leer and glare all she liked at her submissive — and a pair of studded black boots.
"Why don't we do a little bit of counting, Zdrada? Would you like to count with me?"
"Not particularly."
"That's too bad. You should remember: I know you want to be punished as much as I want to put you in your place."
Zdrada gulped. She watched with wide eyes as the riding crop was raised higher, then higher, then higher still. Pandemonica teased it, making believe like she was going to slam it down and smack Zdrada against her leg or ass cheek — but good things come to those who wait.
Pandemonica was a cruel but patient mistress. Customer service was hell, and to be a representative in hell was more than enough to calcify her resolve; fortify her mean streak. Despite all that hot blood that coursed through her veins, Pandemonica loved satisfying others. She really did.
And yet…
WHAP!
Zdrada hissed as the riding crop came down on her thigh.
She shook in place. Bound as she was, there was little else she could do.
"Count," Pandemonica ordered.
"One," Zdrada mumbled. She chewed on her upper lip, smiling anxiously at her domme.
"We're all about pacification here," Pandemonica reminded, "you know that. Yet despite this, you took it upon yourself to destroy your sister's game console?" She tutted her tongue, shaking her head slowly. "That wasn't very considerate of you, dear Zdrada."
"Bah, who needs that damn thing anyway?" Zdrada smiled smugly, making no attempt to hide her disdain for her sister, or her hobbies. "She should get into something more fun. Something like this!"
"Mm."
Pandemonica was wholly unamused. She tapped the end of the riding crop against her open palm as if she were checking its weight, or its capacity to inflict good and honest harm to bad and dishonest girls. She glared at Zdrada through her own round frames, and it was a glare deep enough to cut through diamonds. The ball was in her court.
"You truly enjoy being a nuisance," Pandemonica whispered, "don't you?"
"Guilty as ch— AAH!"
Another sharp slap against her ass cheek. Zdrada sucked air in through her teeth. "T-two," she stammered. She kept her gaze on her dominatrix. She'd been a very naughty girl, and was getting her just desserts. It hurt so bad. It hurt so right.
The Tired Demon Pandemonica had Zdrada bent over the arm of the couch, with her hands cuffed behind her back. In addition, Pandemonica had taken it upon herself to bind the Bitch Demon's ankles together, like some kind of prison inmate. Cerberus, Justice, and the others were specifically instructed not to interrupt; not to interfere in any capacity. This was equal parts business and pleasure.
"What else am I punishing you for? We're only getting started, my dear," Pandemonica said lowly, running her free hand along Zdrada's ass cheek and feeling the heat coming off her butt from where she'd spanked her. Zdrada shuddered. Her glasses were askew on her face, making her look meeker than she would have personally liked.
"You've ignored the No Smoking rule of this household," her domme told her, frowning with displeasure at the mere notion. "Have you forgotten? Not everyone who lives here is keen on your vices."
"Yeah, well…" Zdrada took a steady breath. "Not everyone here likes the smell of coffee, either… And yet you brew that horrible stuff every single—"
"Don't you dare disrespect my coffee," Pandemonica interjected, and she spanked Zdrada with her own hand this time, clapping her palm against the Bitch Demon's jiggling cheek.
"Haaahh!" Zdrada whimpered. "F-fuck…!"
She turned her head as best she could, catching a glimpse of just how red and raw her own rear end looked. There was a faint handprint from where Pandemonica had just spanked her, and she knew that before the day was over, she was going to be absolutely covered in marks, bumps, and bruises. On the one hand, it's exactly what she wanted. On the other hand… It was going to hurt to sit.
"The coffee helps me put nasty little bitches like you in their place," Pandemonica snarled, smiling wickedly just like the devil she was. "I'm practically inebriated when I don't have it. But once I take those first few sips… ah!" She tapped her forefinger against her chin, flashing her pearly-white teeth. Far too sharp to belong to prey. "I know I can seize the day. I know I can be myself," she added.
Zdrada gulped. She shook in place, though still bent over the couch, it looked more like she was wiggling her ass at her dominatrix — much to Pandemonica's amusement.
"Oh? Shaking your ass like you want more, is that it?"
Zdrada gulped. "Can you, uhh… Fix my glasses?"
"Your glasses?" Pandemonica narrowed her eyes. The smile never once left her face.
"Y-yeah." Zdrada stuttered. "They're getting crooked."
"And oh, what a shame!" Pandemonica didn't seem to have a care one way or the other. However, she gave Zdrada the courtesy of sight: she corrected the woman's glasses, straightening them out on her face. Almost immediately, Zdrada sighed with relief, and she flashed her dominatrix a lovely smile in light of all the punishment she was — and would be — receiving.
"You can't smile your way out of this one," Pandemonica reminded her. "I don't want you to smile, I want you to beg for forgiveness. In light of all your sins," she taunted.
"Well now," Zdrada mumbled, "isn't that ironic…"
"Keep counting," Pandemonica ordered, and she raised her riding crop. "What number are we on now, Zdrada? Do you remember?"
Before she could even speak again, Zdrada felt another sharp smack against her bottom. A jolt ran through her frame, and she hopped up from the force of the blow. "Aah! F-four!"
"Very good," Pandemonica acknowledged, reaching out with her free hand to grope Zdrada's reddened rear end. Zdrada bit her lip as Pandemonica roughly kneaded her, squeezing and greedily grasping her ass cheek as though she owned it. At least here and now, she most certainly did.
"You don't put the toothpaste cap back on the tube after you finish using it," Pandemonica announced. Zdrada did a double-take, and she turned her head to look at Pandemonica as if the woman was joking.
"What? Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "So what!"
"We try to be organized here. We try to be neat, as best we can," Pandemonica scolded. Our benefactor works hard to keep us here. The least you could do is be considerate enough to clean up after yourself."
"Clean up after myself?" Zdrada blinked. "Don't they say that cleanliness is next to godliness? You're acting less and less like a demon every day," she thought aloud. "Even Azazel is getting some nasty thoughts in her head!"
"A consequence of living here, among us, surely."
"...ha."
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing~"
Pandemonica narrowed her eyes again. This time, she slowly dragged the riding crop against Zdrada's inner thighs, causing the woman to shiver once more with anticipation.
"You're so wet," Pandemonica remarked.
"Y-yeah, I guess I am," Zdrada mumbled, almost too quietly to be heard. She bit her lip as she regarded the growing moisture at her crotch. It wouldn't be long before she would start to drip onto the floor between her feet, just below her ankle chains.
"You must love getting struck," Pandemonica thought aloud, "for you to be this wet already."
Zdrada chewed on her lower lip. The situation at hand — being so naked and under Pandemonica's control in the living room, where anyone could walk in at any moment — had the Bitch Demon blushing in embarrassment. The humiliation that she felt…
…was so, so fucking hot. She exhaled suddenly like she was letting out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding in. She found herself wanting to be hit even more. To be struck, and degraded, and made to work for her own pleasure. Bit by bit, that particular state of mind was starting to emerge. She tried desperately to suppress it, but she knew it was all a vain effort in the end.
"You've got such a delectable body," whispered Pandemonica. She nixed the riding crop and decided instead to continue fondling Zdrada's booty, squeezing her ass cheek just as she'd done before. This time was harder than before: Pandemonica relished in the way that Zdrada's ass gave way beneath her fingers. She squeezed hard enough to leave fingermarks in that reddened flesh, and Zdrada whimpered quietly as she stood there, bent over the arm of the couch, and took it like the good girl she was on the inside.
"I could just devour you," Pandemonica told her, and another shiver of pleasure coursed through both their bodies. Zdrada knew that Pandemonica could very well do that. She gulped anxiously, staying quiet for now, as she let the dominatrix play with her naked, vulnerable little body.
Pandemonica went on the offensive once again: she placed her hands on Zdrada's thighs and spread them just a little further, causing the chains on her submissive toy's ankles to gently clink and pull taut. With her arms still behind her back, Zdrada leaned up against the arm of the couch and perked her ass out, giving Zdrada more to work with from behind.
"Good girl," Pandemonica praised, clapping her hand against Zdrada's ass cheek and clamping her fingers around it. This time it's a moan that slips out of Zdrada's mouth, and if she could, she would have covered her mouth from the embarrassment. "You like that, you little slut?"
"Ha… maybe a little," Zdrada mumbled. It was almost impossible to avoid Pandemonica's hypnotic glare. It was almost impossible to not sink into her gaze. And what a sinking feeling it was: Zdrada felt like she was drowning in the other demon's eyes. The power that she held above her was paramount. Striking, and bold, like the handprints on her own ass.
Pandemonica slid a hand down to Zdrada's nethers, finally teasing the Bitch Demon right where she wanted it. Almost immediately after her domme teases her pussy lips with a probing digit, Zdrada flexes and tenses from the stimulation, and another shuddered gasp spills out of her mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" Zdrada moaned out.
"That's the idea," whispered Pandemonica — right up against her submissive's ear. Zdrada's eyes drifted shut as Pandemonica's voice filled her head; coated her mind in honey. "Beg for me to fingerfuck you, and I just might give you what you want. A little reprieve, for a good girl just like you. But good girls beg."
If another moan was going to spill out of Zdrada's mouth, then she swallowed it down this time. But she was drooling now: saliva trickled down from her lips and all the way to her chin, where it continued to trail down to her collarbone and beyond. Once again, she sank into Pandemonica's voice as it filled her head with static.
"Beg for me to fuck you," she whispered, "beg me to release you. Do you want to cum, baby?"
She did! Hells below, she really did. Zdrada nodded without thinking — her body was moving on its own. She was a puppet in her mistress's hands. Pandemonica grinned, and her hand remained right there between Zdrada's inner thighs, where she suddenly ran a finger all the way up to Zdrada's clitoris.
And then…
ZAP!
"FUCK!" Zdrada's entire body trembled now, and she screwed her eyes shut. Even though she knew what it was, she couldn't help but let the question burst from her mouth. "What the h-hell is that?!"
Pandemonica chuckled lowly. She tosses away the riding crop for now, content to show her submissive little toy the magic happening at her fingertips: Pandemonica's hand sparks, and tiny arcs of electricity bounce between her pointers like antennae; conduits.
"I'll make you cum, sweet Zdrada," Pandemonica told her, "but if you cum, it'll be on my terms."
Zdrada was a mess now. Not only was she drooling from the stimulation — from both pairs of her lips, too — but she was sweating, and she was shaking. She felt like a leaf that was twisting in the wind, helpless under a force of nature.
"Fuuuuck," Zdrada whimpered. Once again, her glasses sat askew on her face. This time, Pandemonica offered her submissive no courtesy of a correction. The glasses stayed crooked even as Pandemonica brought a handful of lightning right to the woman's leaking crotch.
"W-wait, wait…!"
BZZZZZZZZZZT!
Zdrada's eyes went as wide as saucers, and she shook with such force that the couch beneath her creaked and slid along the ground ever so slightly. Pandemonica didn't care. She was loving this. Once again the electric hand comes to Zdrada's messy demon pussy, and the girl screams and writhes.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!
"Aaaaahhh!"
A severe convulsion; a burst of ecstatic gratification. And then, a single utterance from Pandemonica:
"Beg."
In that moment, all of Zdrada's pride had flown out of the window. "Please…"
"I can't hear you," said Pandemonica.
"Please…!"
BZZZZZZT!
"AAH! PLEASE~!"
Zdrada whimpered and whined. There were tears in her eyes, and she sniffled from the stimulation — teasing as it was. It felt as though the lack of release was killing her. Once again without really meaning to, she let her true intentions be known: she bumped and ground up against Pandemonica's hand, zapping herself, bringing pleasure to her own body by using it as a tool.
The sound that echoed out between her thighs — the sound of zapping, and of shocking pleasure — was enough to make Zdrada's knees buckle and her spine tingle. That, or the electricity was taking its toll on her far sooner than even her demonic body could typically handle.
Either way, Pandemonica was content to remove her hand from Zdrada's nethers, and the Bitch Demon nearly cried from being cut off when she was so close. "No!" Zdrada shook her head. "No no no…!"
"Not enough begging," Pandemonica replied darkly, smiling evilly.
"Ughhh! Come on…!" Zdrada's chest rose and fell with her own heavy breathing, and she snarled with indignance. "Pandemonica!"
"That's not what you should be calling me."
All of a sudden, Pandemonica reached out and grabbed Zdrada by the neck, and she tensed her fingers against her submissive's throat. Zdrada's eyes went wide again. The river between her thighs never stopped flowing — not once.
"M-mistress," Zdrada gurgled.
"Again."
"Mistress…!" A cough. Zdrada felt her throat tighten even more so. She could see in Pandemonica's eyes that she had absolutely no qualms about suffocating her, and it turned her on immensely that she was simply fodder in the woman's eyes. "M-issss-tressss…!"
"Louder! Let the entire household hear how desperate you are," Pandemonica growled. The pleasure surrounding them was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Given the circumstances, there was nothing that Zdrada could do but comply. She was a good girl who needed course correction — nothing more, and nothing less. A wayward soul; Pandemonica would save her. Put her on her knees for prayer.
"MISTRESS…!" Zdrada gasped and choked and coughed. "PLEASE…! MISTRESS…!"
"Hmph."
As soon as Pandemonica released her grip from Zdrada's neck, the Bitch Demon gasped and panted heavily, welcoming big gulps of air back into her burning lungs. She shook weakly, considering all that she'd been put through thus far. It hadn't even been an hour into this behavioral correction and she already felt as though she was going to break. Perhaps that's a realization that Pandemonica has as well, because the Tired Demon appears to relax for a spell.
"That's enough," Pandemonica told her, and she reached out to cup Zdrada's cheek in her hand. "It's no use shattering you like this. Good girls get rewards, do they not?"
"Yes," Zdrada breathed. She let her eyes drift shut again, because Pandemonica's hand was so warm, and so soft, and so assuring. She leaned into Pandemonica's open palm to nuzzle her. To wetly kiss her fingers.
"If you follow my instructions," Pandemonica told her sweet submissive, "then I'll give you what you're looking for."
"I wanna cum," Zdrada begged. She sounded pathetic, but she didn't care. She'd been spanked and slapped and groped, shocked and awed, choked and bound in the midst of it all. "Please, mistress! Please please please let me cum, please please please…"
Pandemonica holds Zdrada's cheeks in both hands now, smiling serenely at her submissive while her spade-tipped tail slithers between Zdrada's thighs. The sensation of something so familiar and tendril-like snaking its way up Zdrada's body is enough to make her pause with concern, but Pandemonica's surprising kiss to her forehead melts away all doubt and all hesitance.
"I'll give you a teaser," Pandemonica whispered to her, "for being a good little girl for me."
"M-mistress…" Zdrada swallowed hard. Just then, she could feel Pandemonica's tail slide up her body, all the way to her nether region… and then…
With almost no effort on Pandemonica's part — as if her tail had a mind of its own — Pandemonica's tail started gliding up and down, back and forth, across Zdrada's needy, dripping-wet pussy. The sensation was something new to Zdrada herself, and she tensed in Pandemonica's arms. This tremor was enough to nearly make her Bitch Demon collapse altogether…
…but with her arms and ankles chained as they were, she can only fall into Pandemonica's embrace. She settles into the other woman's arms; Pandemonica held her tightly, closely, snugly, while her tail worked on pleasuring the BItch Demon with something new, and something hot and slithering.
"Hahhhhh…" Zdrada gave a shuddered gasp. "That f-feels… it f-feels so…!"
"Good?" Pandemonica inquired. Zdrada nodded desperately, nuzzling Pandemonica's bosom as the other demoness held her tightly, almost protectively now. "Hmph. Easy now, Zdrada dear. Let me give you this little present. A gift from your mistress… for taking your present abuse oh-so well."
"Yesssss…!" Zdrada nodded carefully. Her body was already sore, but there was a fire burning in between her thighs, and she needed to have it snuffed out if she was going to calm down. Pandemonica's tail pushes in between Zdrada's pussy lips, brushing past the Bitch Demon's folds and slowly but surely sliding into her body as if making itself at home.
Zdrada's pussy was selfish. It was greedy, and wanting, and it ate up Pandemonica's tail with zeal. There was little to no resistance: Pandemonica's tail pushed into Zdrada's juicy cunt, and the Tired Demon was content to rub the Bitch Demon's back while she thrust her own tail in and out of her submissive's honey pot.
Zdrada groaned from the pleasure. The stimulation was very welcome. At long last, it felt as though her domme was going to let her cream herself. Another bout of humiliation coursed through her as she considered the fact that it was just Pandemonica's tail that was going to make her cum — but ultimately, she didn't care. So long as she could finally reach her peak, she would bend over and do anything for her.
"You nasty fucking thing," Pandemonica whispered right up against Zdrada's ear. "You like getting tail-fucked, do you? You like that? Do you even know where it's been?"
More taunting. She fell for it, shaking her head and quietly sobbing from the pleasure and the pain her entire body was reveling in. Eventually, she knew that Pandemonica was still talking down to her — degrading her, and spiting her — but she couldn't register a single word of it in any of their languages. She was drowning in the lust and the loathing. This was it!
Back, and forth, and in, and out… Pandemonica's tail was relentless in its penetration, coiling inside of Zdrada in a strange and foreign manner, yet a manner that was welcome all the same. She ground up against her domme's body, while simultaneously feeling Pandemonica embrace her even tighter. She continued to let out choked sobs, unable to stop from getting emotional in light of all the stimulation and attention that Pandemonica was showering her with. Faster, now. Faster, yet faster. That tail kept going. Pumping, thrusting, sliding, curling. Her love button was pushed again and again, and to send her submissive right over the edge, that slipped right out of her pussy, drenched as it was, before taking aim right at her clit.
Just as soon as Pandemonica's tail rubbed up against Zdrada's clitoris, the Bitch Demon squealed with euphoria, and her entire body trembled once more with a downright violent wobbling: she came, and she came hard as Pandemonica's tail smeared up against her most sinful of places.
Zdrada screamed as she reached her climax, right there in Pandemonica's arms. In her domme's embrace, she rattled and convulsed just like she'd been shocked again, and Pandemonica was content to hold her submissive oh-so closely, patting her over the back and whispering sweet nothings in her ear to help guide her through the spine-tingling, toe-curling, knee-buckling orgasm. The mess between Zdrada's thighs grew even worse. The ground was stained with their immorality; their unrighteousness.
And just like that, Pandemonica her body and let go of Zdrada.
Zdrada fell backward, right onto the couch. With a heavy whump! she lay there now, almost completely spent, her reddened body shaking slightly. Her hair was disheveled, and her skin was marked with the occasional bruise. In light of that gorgeousness, Pandemonica knew that she wasn't finished with her subby little thing just yet. Not by a long shot.
"Fuck…" Zdrada took heavy breaths, and she felt dizzy from their passion thus far. "F-fuck… mistress… hahhh… thank… you…"
"Mm. Don't thank me just yet," Pandemonica replied, smiling slyly, "your mistress still needs a release of her own. Don't be selfish now."
Zdrada gulped, and she nodded obediently as all girls should.
All it took was a snap of her fingers, and the mystical binds on Zdrada faded before outright vanishing from sight. As if they were never truly there at all, the cuffs and chains disappear, leaving the Bitch Demon to sit upright and massage her wrists with a sniffle, and a thankful look.
"What are you going to do to me now?" Zdrada asked. She smiled shyly; now that she was fully in that submissive mindset — the mindset of a plaything, and nothing more — she was ready and willing to do whatever it took to get Pandemonica shaking and moaning with the same pleasure she'd been given.
Pandemonica, however, had something slightly different in mind.
It started with another snap of her fingers. A ray of light appeared at the forefront of her cunt, extending outward like a laser beam, before settling about ten inches from the surface of her skin. In only a few seconds, Pandemonica had summoned forth something she desperately wanted to use to further degrade and humiliate the Bitch Demon who was seated anxiously in front of her.
With a wicked and demonic smile, Pandemonica wrapped her fingers around her brand new cock, having made herself into a fully-packaged futanari demon. Perched just above her own dripping-wet clit were a pair of heavy-looking balls, and sticking outward intimidatingly — like the baton it might as well have been — was Pandemonica's new thick and throbbing cock, ready to dole out due punishment.
"Fuck," Zdrada whispered. As Pandemonica approached, she could already feel that battering ram's heat and energy. It felt as though a shadow was being cast over her face, and she adjusted her glasses with a wobbly smile. "Holy fuck, Pan—I mean, Mistress…"
One final snap of her fingers, and Pandemonica summoned a collar around Zdrada's neck — with a matching leash to boot. Midnight black and stretchy leather — no chains to worry about here. It looked so gorgeous on Zdrada's skin, wrapped snugly around her neck, and she couldn't help but blush at the sudden accessory being placed so unceremoniously on her.
Before she could say anything snarky — as she was wont to do — Pandemonica yanked the end of her leash, causing Zdrada to jerk forward with a sudden yelp of surprise, and it's a yelp that's almost immediately stifled once Pandemonica just plops her cock right onto Zdrada's face, causing the Bitch Demon stunned; a deer in the headlights.
"Fuck…" Zdrada panted softly. The cherry-red blush on her face, and that telltale glow of her eyes, they told Pandemonica everything that she needed to know: Zdrada wanted it. Craved it so bad. Tauntingly, Pandemonica smacked her own cock against Zdrada's face, smearing cum against her glasses. "It's… real fuckin' big, m-mistress…"
"Mm. And it's so hard for you, my pet," Pandemonica whispered. She watched her own dick twitch desperately against Zdrada's face, making her glasses as crooked as they were, and the sight alone was enough to make her excitement grow bigger and bigger. "Go on, then. Make me proud. Let's see if you can use that mouth of yours for something other than bitching and moaning for a change!"
Zdrada quickly went to work on pleasuring her mistress, taking Pandemonica's futanari cock into her needy mouth. It's not long before she's fellating Pandemonica, bobbing her head up and down and gulping down the Tired Demon's massive dick. Despite being a conjuration of magic and sinful energy, however, Pandemonica could feel everything that Zdrada was doing to her. Every single flick of the tongue, every single kiss of the shaft, and every single moment of worship was enough to send a shiver up Pandemonica's spine; she shuddered from the pleasure, reaching out and raking her fingers through Zdrada's short, tousled hair.
Pandemonica cursed under her breath, pumping her hips in and out, over and over again, as she steadily fucked Zdrada's face. She watched her cock vanish down her submissive pet's lips, and she bit her lip from the sensation of plunging all the way down into the Bitch Demon's maw, penetrating her throat and making an obvious bulge in her neck, just beneath her collar.
Zdrada couldn't speak even if she wanted to. Her mouth and throat were filled with cockmeat — a familiar and welcome sensation — and she worked diligently to bring her domme to climax. With her now freed hands, the Bitch Demon reached down and began gently fondling Pandemonica's balls, running her fingers along the futa's nut sack to push her further towards her peak. Using her opposite hand, Zdrada stroked whatever wasn't being forced down her mouth — when Pandemonica pulled backward to deliver another pump forward, Zdrada was already stroking her massive shaft, gliding her digits along the Tired Demon's humongous dick.
"Mmmfff… Mmmmm~!"
Zdrada could only continue to blush as she orally serviced her dominatrix, throating the cock in her mouth with vim and vigor. She leaned into Pandemonica's touch, welcoming the domineering woman's attention, and she nuzzled Pandemonica's fingertips internally thankful that no one was watching this. Her unraveling; her becoming the submissive plaything that was her true nature. The others wouldn't let her live it down, but Pandemonica was well and truly a demon of customer service. She recognized that. This was exactly the kind of course correction that she had been craving all along.
"Hahhh… yeah… fuck… that's it… suck that dick," Pandemonica groaned, and she started pumping her hips even faster than before. By now her balls were slapping against Zdrada's chin; Zdrada was taking every single inch down her throat, vein and all. The almost-foot-long cock made her drool and slobber, creating yet another mess that ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts.
"Fuck… rrrrgh…" Zdrada was treated to more of Pandemonica's guttural growls. The precum on her tongue set her mind ablaze; she wanted more of this, and she wouldn't wait too soon for her treat. "Z-Zdrada, you little—I'm g-gonna cum…! Haahhhh…!"
Zdrada comes forward for her treat, and she engulfs Pandemonica's cock as it twitches and spurts. She could feel the tremors between her lips and on her tongue as Pandemonica unloads a hot and gooey load deep into her slutty throat, pumping her spunk into the Bitch Demon's mouth. Pandemonica's fingers flexed around the leash, yanking it even tauter so that Zdrada's nose was buried in her domme's pearly-white pubes.
"Hahhh! Yes! Nnnghh, yes~!" Pandemonica stuck her tongue out. The pleasure was so prominent that her eyes were glowing, in a manner that only a demon's eyes ever could. Her balls tensed, and her cock twitched, as she spurt and spurt and spurt, feeding the Bitch Demon what she'd been craving all along… And when all was said and done, Pandemonica let out a long and deep sigh of satisfaction, pushing Zdrada forward with her finger on the woman's forehead, so that she could finish off on the brat's glasses, glazing them and leaving them dripping with sin.
"Aah! H-hey!" Zdrada flinched as the last of Pandemonica's orgasm ebbed and flowed out of the tip of her cock, splashing her spectacles and leaving her glasses dripping wet with sticky, viscous cum. "I can't see a damn thing now!"
"Ha… what a shame," her mistress taunted, brandishing Zdrada's gorgeous leash and sucking her own fingers clean. "I wish you could see the look on your face right now…"
