Pippi moans and wriggles, throwing his head back. She herself does not know that randomly whispers something. Consciousness floods pleasure, and the girl is absorbed in it more and more with every moment. His hands tied behind his back ache unpleasantly, but Pippi does not pay any attention to it. Another moan breaks off her lips, and the young scientist twitches.
"Hush," a familiar voice cuts through the darkness, "they can hear us." There are very thin walls.
Pippi lightly mumbles something into the pillow, and then bites the wet corner with force when the vibrating toy that has fallen from it is gently inserted back. And they held on to the girl again to feel how much she lacked it.
She fidgets, and the hardened nipples almost glide painfully along the rough surface of the bedspread. Pippi, as usual, forgot to straighten the bed in a fit of passion. She was only roughly thrown onto the bed and sat down on top, and then tied, tightly, firmly, not to break out.
Pippi groans. She no longer feels stiff legs. It seems to her that another moment, and she will fall into oblivion, shuddering in orgasm. But the moment stretches for ages, and after a minute it already seems that this stream of pleasure will never end.
"Captain Longstocking," a voice comes again, "are you back to the old?"
Pippi laughs into the pillow, losing himself: a dense veil covered his mind, in the middle of which, after a second, two lights flash - bright eyes of the dark side of the soul. Souls that breaks free will at any opportunity.
"I knew that you would notice," Captain hisses: magic wraps around the fragile figure, modifying it.
An unbuttoned blouse and a bulged up bra, together with a skirt brazenly thrown back, turn into a dark purple dress. The ropes are trembling, and it seems that they are about to break. The wings open wide, and Captain laughs. Stupid attempt to hold her back.
"I had to try to get to you," Captain moans and bends in the back: she could, with a click of her fingers, get rid of the bonds holding her, but she wants to play. She likes this game too much, and she is ready to give a lot to never stop it.
"I noticed," came dryly from the side.
There was a click. Captain screamed: the toy inside her vibrated with a vengeance, and the wrong hand once again carefully pushed it, driving it deeper. The bed under the hips got wet through a long time ago. Captain fidgets and moans rather, invitingly moving her hips. She does not mind if the toy disappears, and another product takes its place. Cool made of rubber. Perhaps with small spikes. And so that she was firmly held by her hips, pushing onto herself, bringing to orgasm.
"I love it when you're angry," Captain rustles, "this is so-and-so…" she laughs.
"Be quiet," a loud slap across the buttock cuts the silence. Captain squeals, shudders. Wings randomly rushing about, as if trying to tear themselves from the back and fly away at least somewhere. Something falls with a roar from the wall, but those in the room do not pay any attention to it.
"Do it again," Captain bends, "you have a hand ... ah ... light."
And he gets another slap. She feels the hem lift up and sticks out her hips even more, as if showing how open she is and ready for everything that will be done to her.
The toy slides out of the heated flesh with a wet squelch, and Captain is jerked jerking, putting it on its knees. Fuss is heard, and the creature, greedy for all Equestrian magic, bends in anticipation, spreading its legs. She screams hotly when another rubber member bursts into her, a little larger and screwed to the leather case. The chill of rubber contrasts nicely with the heat boiling inside. Captain wheezes enthusiastically, again yanking the rope that fetters her movements. I wish I could tear it, and then throw my partner on the bed and saddle him, burning the thin fabric of the T-shirt and staring his lips into the delicate skin of the neck. Amazing.
Captain rumbles enthusiastically, letting go of the rest of control. Again, something falls with a roar, but both girls do not pay any attention to it. The buzz is overwhelming with the head, and the feeling of submission is completely unsettle. It's nice when someone is stronger than you is expressing himself and his will. For the sake of this it is worth creating any kind of mob. For the sake of this, it is worth experiencing someone else's patience, and then seduce, inviting to yourself and everything that you possess.
The corset of the dress is unfastened, and the fabric with a slight rustle diverges to the sides. Captain is pulled by the hair and placed on his knees, forcing him to bend in the back. Greedy hands forcefully squeeze her breasts, tearing out hoarse moans. Captain is already pushing herself on an artificial dick, blissing out on how pleasantly he bursts it from the inside. It's a pity that this is just a toy. It is a pity that the one under whom Captain Longstocking bends is also a girl. If she were a guy, they could frolic not only so.
"I ... almost ..." the witch rustles with difficulty.
The jolts become even sharper, even rougher, and the fingers on the chest are compressed almost to bruises. Nobody worries about its safety. Even amazing. Really its leading is not a pity that weak-minded girl, hthen hides such "secrets"?
Enough for a couple of minutes of frantic pace and finally numb limbs, so that the hips with a purple tinge in the night shuddered in an orgasmic cramp, and Captain yelled, breaking her voice. The bookshelf fell off the wall completely. A bright magic horn lit up, storing energy. And after a moment, all the power that had accumulated in it broke free, breaking the glass together with the window frame. Scorched wood slivers generously dotted the floor of the room, and Captain collapsed effortlessly onto the bed, covering her eyes and experiencing the residual rush of pleasure.
With a dull groan, she let loose a dildo. Another wet and vulgar squelch. The witch was breathing heavily and did not notice how she fell back into oblivion, yielding control to the one whom she hated with all her heart ... unless, of course, she had it.
- C-Buster? - called a friend of Pippi.
There was a click of scissors, and the ropes fell off. The girl straightened her arms with a groan, feeling how much fatigue fell on her.
- P-happened? She asked, still finding strength within herself and turning over onto her back.
Buster at that moment pulled the phallus from her hips and threw him to the side in disgust. She liked to caress her lover and do it gently, sensually, and not to wring her hands, toss on the bed and fuck until her pulse is lost, until the latter breaks everything that is possible.
"She has become more obedient," Buster stretches out side by side on the bed, looking wearily at the ceiling. It blows unpleasantly from the window. And tomorrow again I'll have to explain what kind of roar it was in the dorm room. Fortunately, Director Celestia will understand. And the rest ... it doesn't matter anymore. - I told you that it will be possible to curb her.
"I know," Pippi cautiously hugs the girl, unable to at least straighten her clothes, although the bully bra presses unpleasantly on her collarbones. "We can tame her." Or you ... she likes you.
"Not me," Buster shook her head. - And Sunlight Dremer. They feel each other. And they are drawn to each other. Balance and all that.
Pippi is silent, with his nose buried in the shoulder of his girlfriend. Her eyes close and she gradually falls into sleep. Captain Longstocking's laugh no longer scares her so much. And Buster's arms give you a sense of security. And Pippi believes: they will succeed. Mandatory.