Tails watched as the two bunny girls walked into the room. Upon closer inspection, Vanilla led Cream by a leash. The former pulled out the seat, freeing a second ten inch dildo from under the table. Cream made nervous eye contact towards Tails, but one pull from her mother straightened her out and she sat on her sex toy seat.
"There we go," Vanilla said, and strapped Cream's ankles to the seat's legs. "I hope we didn't keep you."
"No, we had a lovely time," Rouge said, and gestured to the wine glass of precum. "Tails even made all of us a drink."
Vanilla smirked. "Looks delicious. But before we imbibe, did our seat get a remote?"
"Right here." Rouge slid the remote across the table.
"Fabulous." Vanilla didn't waste a second turning the dial.
Cream yelped from the sudden jolt to her senses and scratched the tablecloth. "Please . . . mommy . . ." she muttered softly. "It's . . . too strong. I'm gonna—"
"Hold it in, dear," Vanilla commanded gently.
"I . . . I . . . I CAN'T!" Cream came on the spot, spilling her pussy juice under the table.
"So embarrassing," Vanilla sighed. "Do you want to sleep in the closet tonight?"
"No . . . mommy," Cream answered. Even in her afterglow, the vibrator continued to buzz inside her womb. It would take her seconds to cum without permission again. "My . . . My pussy is weak, mommy. Please be gentle."
Vanilla sighed again. "I spoil you far too much, dear." In the end, the kind milf relented and lowered the setting into a soft hum. Cream managed to get a breather in. "I'm so sorry you had to see that, Rouge."
"No, Cream is just adorable," Rouge said dreamily. "I wouldn't mind having her for a weekend."
"My, that's exactly what I thought when I laid eyes on Tails," Vanilla giggled, and looked at the foxy slave. "When you disappeared on us, I was very sad. To think that such a cute little twink would never get to suck on my cock."
"I-I'm sorry," Tails whispered. She didn't know why, but she couldn't take the rabbit mama's gentle eye contact.
"Now, let's save the talking for after we have our food," Rouge said, and pressed a button on the table. "I'm starving."
Robot butler, number 28, came right in with menus and a bucket of ice and wine. It poured drinks and handed the two Mistresses the menus. Slaves didn't get to choose, even if they were celebrating.
Next thing they knew, the appetizers came in. Tails had a veggie cream soup made from week old bull cum. Cream had a garden salad, with flecks of smegma and femboy precum vinaigrette.
The Mistresses had regular food.
For the main course, Tails had a miniature steak set. A medium rare filet dressed with thick femboy precum gravy and a dollop of butter, made from breastmilk. This was accompanied with a small serving of cum noodles and micro greens. Cream had a terrine made from jellified piss, layered with seasoned cum of a variety of farm animals. Bulls, horses, goats, etc. This was eaten with a small salad of cherry tomatoes and spinach.
And of course, the Mistresses had regular food.
Not that Tails cared much, since she was a total cum addict. As far as she was concerned, this was the pinnacle of haute cuisine. Both petite slaves ate slowly, savoring each bite with relish, licking their plates clean at the end.
"What bad manners," Rouge joked. "But I'm glad you liked the food."
"It was delicious, Mistress," Tails said.
"Dear, you have a little . . ." Vanilla spotted a smegma speck on the side of Cream's cheek and put it right in her daughter's mouth. "There we go. Can't go wasting any of that."
"Thank you, mommy," Cream said.
"So," Rouge got up, "I say we take this party to floor 160. How does that sound?"
"My, aren't we naughty tonight," Vanilla giggled. "I doubt you couldn't find a brothel in Soumerca."
"I've had my fill there," Rouge snickered. "But I haven't had a night with my favorite slave for quite some time. I'd like to make it special."
The Mistresses were in agreement and their party moved up to level 160, where its entirety was a love hotel. Slaves and masters, pimps and whores, horny degenerates freely roamed the floor, and much more. It was a giant orgy up there.
Led by the leash, the quartet moved through the writhing bodies, trying not to slip on the cum stained floors.
Tails couldn't help but watch the other customers get it on. A large rhino man sat on the couch with a young skunk girl straddling his massive cock. He used a caged up goat femboy as an ottoman.
Along one of the walls, young prostitutes, boys and girls, had their rears sticking out of the walls while alpha males and futanaris railed them mercilessly. Their plump asses and thick thighs covered in cum, profanity, and a multitude of tally marks.
As they traveled deeper into the floor, they stopped and gazed upon a ten foot deep pit. There, dozens of men, women, femboys, futanaris, of all shapes and sizes, fucked like there was no tomorrow. They waded through an inch of love fluids and breathed in pink mist full of aphrodisiacs. Sensual music blasted through the speakers.
The Mistresses led their slaves to a more quiet hall. Soft moans and grunting could be heard behind each door. They walked past another futanari Mistress, a kangaroo woman, leading her slender, gimped slave. Their chest and crotch were so flat it was hard to tell if they were a femboy or a little bitch.
They reached their room, S8, and entered. Inside contained a bed big enough for ten people. There was a variety of S&M gear and mounts. The tv was on, playing a porno of a young wolf girl getting gangbanged and bukkaked by a gang of buff, lizard men. There was even a hot tub facing the window.
Rouge and Vanilla led their slaves toward the bed, making them kneel at the foot of it. They sat on the bed and pulled out their enormous cocks from under their sexy dresses. Embarrassingly, Tails got hard, but you couldn't blame her.
She was staring at two magnificent bitch makers, getting turned on by superior dicks was part of her DNA. Whatever pathetic children she had in the future would inherit her slut genes.
"Let's have a little contest," Rouge suggested. She grabbed her cock and started smacking Tails' forehead.
Vanilla did the same to Cream. "Oh, a wager, huh?"
"Yeah, let's see who has the better cock gobbler. Whichever one can make us cum first, gets to be dicked down by both of us tonight. Loser gets tied to the post, pumped full of drugs, and forced to watch without joining in. With a month of chastity, of course."
"Seems fair. Alright, I'm in. Better prepare yourself, you two."
Vanilla placed the tip of her cock an inch away from Cream's mouth.
"Don't embarrass me now, my pet." Rouge placed her tip an inch from Tails' lips. "Or else, a month-long orgasm denial will be the least of your concerns."
Both slaves looked at each other nervously. They were friends, perhaps even liked-liked each other at one point, but that was all in the past. They were nothing but slaves now, and they only needed their respective Mistresses and a large cock to worship.
Simultaneously, both slaves kissed the cock they were about to worship, and said, "Yes, Mistress."