Chapter 3

Elana, with a dramatic flourish, grabbed the legs of the chairs, tilting them backwards. The sisters gasped, their bodies shifting as they were suddenly flipped upside down, their faces now mere inches from their sister’s. Elana adjusted the chairs, ensuring each person was facing their own sister, their heads almost on the floor’. A bar was placed under each cock to point it outward a little, towards the other sister’s face.

Desiree, her heart pounding in her ears, found herself looking up at Lucy’s 13 inch pulsating cock. Lucy’s face was dripping the opposite way now. Blobs of cum ran across her forehead to her hair line. Drips fell from her body into her long black hair, which was piled underneath her head. Her messy face seemed delicious to Desiree. She wanted to lick it clean. Why was she having thoughts like that about her sister? Was Elana right? WAs she turning into a perverted fuck machine?

Lucy, similarly positioned, stared at Desiree’s 15 inch monster. She longed to have it in her mouth, to cuk all the cum from it. That is my sister’s cock! she thought. How can I ignore that fact? The cum on Desiree’s body called to Lucy. Even the dried cum on her legs was tantalizing.

Linda and Valerie, now facing each other, groaned in unison as they took in the sight of each other’s arousal. Linda could see Valerie’s cock, all 19 inches hard and leaking, and Valerie could see Linda’s, swollen and throbbing 16 inch delight.

“Now, ladies,” Elana announced, her voice interrupting their thoughts, “I’m sure you’re all feeling frustrated. But don’t worry, I’ve prepared something to help you relieve some of that tension.”

The sisters looked at Elana. She held up a ring gag in each hand. “And what might that game be, Elana?” Lucy asked, her voice laced with apprehension. Elana chuckled, walking towards Lucy first. “This,” she said, holding the ring gag up to Lucy’s face, “Is a little tool to help you express yourself without using your hands.” She slipped the gag over Lucy’s mouth, buckling it tightly at the back of her head. Lucy’s tongue darted out, trying to push against the ring, but it was no use. She could only groan in frustration.

Next, Elana moved to Desiree, who watched the proceedings with a mix of fear. “And what if we don’t want to play your games, Elana?” she challenged, her voice steady despite the situation. Elana just smiled, “Oh, you’ll play, Desiree. You’ll play because you want to. Because you need to.” She secured the gag around Desiree’s mouth, leaving her no choice but to accept it.

Linda and Valerie’s hearts accelerated as Elana moved towards them.”Oh, I haven’t forgotten about you two.” She held up the remaining two ring gags, waving them around. “In fact, I’ve saved you for last because I know you’re the most ... eager.” She moved towards Valerie first, who glared at her defiantly. Elana merely smiled, “Feisty, aren’t you? I like that.” She secured the gag around Valerie’s mouth, ignoring her muffled protests. Turning to Linda, Elana held up the last gag, “And you, Linda, you seem like the type who needs extra encouragement.” She reached out, her fingers trailing down Linda’s cheek, then her neck, before pausing at her collarbone. Linda shivered as Elana’s fingers dipped, tracing the swell of her breast. “Elana, please...” Linda moaned, her body arching slightly, seeking more of Elana’s touch. Elana smirked, “Please what, Linda? Please stop? Or please keep going?” Her fingers continued their exploration, skirting around Linda’s nipple but never quite touching it. Linda whimpered, but didn’t know what to respond. “Please...” Elana chuckled, “Please what, Linda?”. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Linda’s ear, “Please let me touch you? Please let me make you cum?” Linda still didn’t answer. She didn’t know what she wanted. How could she not know? Shouldn’t she want to be released immediately? Elana pulled back and tightened Linda’s gag.

Elana pressed her remote. The dildos inside the futas hummed to life, vibrating and pulsing, filling the room with a symphony of moans. The sisters squirmed, their bodies bucking against the restraints, but it was no use. They were at Elana’s mercy.

Valerie, her hands still restrained, glared at Elana, “You tricked us!” she spat, her voice muffled by the gag. “This is no contest. It’s torture designed to amuse you. You like to see people humiliated because you’re a perverted monster.”

Elana just smiled, “Oh, Valerie, darling. This is a competition. I do what I must to ensure it’s entertaining. And besides, I’m not the one who orgasms uncontrollably from seeing her sister get covered in cum.” she said, her fingers trailing down Valerie’s cheek, “You’re all going to beg for it, before the contest’s end. You’re all going to beg for each other’s cum, no matter what you have to do to get it.” She looked at Valerie. “I’m going to make sure of it.”

Those words made Valerie’s believe Elana was correct. She could feel her old self slipping away. Was no longer ashamed of being naked in front of her sister or strangers, and she could feel a warmth spreading between her legs. She tried to ignore it, tried to focus on anything but Linda’s pulsating cock in front of her, but it was no use. TBefore she knew it, she could feel cum warm and wet dripping from her upside down body onto her face and into her brown hair.

The first drop ran into her nose. Valerie tried to breathe through her mouth. It was like nothing she had ever smelled before. It was a heady, intoxicating scent that made her mouth water and her cock throb. She could feel herself growing harder and longer. Her body responding to the scent of her own jism.

Desiree, similarly positioned, was having a similar experience. The cum from her body was dripping onto her face, running into her nostrils and making her head spin. She could feel herself growing hazy, her thoughts clouding over as all she could think about was the taste of cum. Desiree’s thoughts were a whirlwind, her mind fixated on the scent and taste of cum. She could feel it, warm and wet. Her cock extended even longer towards Lucy’s face. Desiree found herself no longer caring what happened as long as she could climax.

Across from Desiree, Lucy was experiencing it to. She wanted to taste it, she realized. She wanted to taste her own cum and Desiree’s. She imagined herself cleaning up Desiree’s body with her tongue. Maybe that would be the next trial. She hoped it would be.

Elana watched, as the sisters succumbed to the hypnotic effects of their own cum. Futa cum was a potent aphrodisiac, one that would make them crave the taste of it. Linda dangled upside down helplessly, blonde hair laid across the floor. Her cum-covered breasts, heavy and full, fell down so far that the tips of her nipples were grazing her cheeks. She could feel the tingle of her own arousal. She tried to find some relief from the relentless craving inside her. Her cock, now longer and thicker, jutted out, almost to Valerie’s chin.

“Well, well, Linda. Look at you, so vulnerable, so exposed.” Elana remarked as she stood beside Linda, looking down at her upside-down form. “You’re a sight to behold,” Elana murmured, her eyes scanning Linda’s body, lingering on her breasts, now glistening with sweat as well as semen. Linda could feel Elana’s eyes on her. She wanted to cover herself, to hide, but she was helpless, completely at Elana’s mercy.

Elana reached over and traced her fingers along Linda’s inner thigh. Then Elana bent down and secured Linda’s and Valerie’s heads in place so they looked up, their mouths pointed directly at their sister’s cocks. Moving to Lucy and Desiree, she gripped their chins, tilting their heads up, positioning their mouths mere inches from their sister’s engorged member. Lucy’s tried to control her breathing as she eyed Desiree’s thick, veiny shaft, glistening wagging in front of her. Desiree, similarly, was eye-to-eye with Lucy’s cock, which made her lose her concentration.

“Now, sisters, I want you to taste each other. I want you to know the sweetness of your own desire, the heat of your own passion.” She released their chins, her hands trailing down their necks, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Lucy and Desiree exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them. They had never been intimate with each other, had never even considered it. But here, now, with their bodies aching with need, their minds clouded with lust, they found themselves drawn to each other, drawn to the promise of relief. “Elana, please!” Lucy cried out, her voice strained. “Let us move, we can’t ... we can’t stop ourselves!”

Desiree echoed her sister’s plea, “Yes, please! We’ll do anything, just let us move!”

Across from them, Linda and Valerie, suspended upside down, could only watch in horror at their sister’s struggle to resist the overwhelming urge to taste dick. Linda’s voice was hoarse as she begged, “Elana, this is cruel! Please, let us move!”

Valerie, her face red with exertion and humiliation, added, “We can’t control it, Elana! We’ll lose, just like you planned! There’s no need to go through with this cruelty. We admit you’ve won. Don’t addict us!”

Elana, standing between the two pairs of sisters, looked at each of them, her expression unreadable. She had planned for this, had orchestrated every detail to ensure their defeat. But she had not accounted for how the raw, desperate plea in their voices, the sheer vulnerability in their eyes would affect her. For a moment, she hesitated, her resolve wavering. She had intended to push them to their limits, to make them beg, to make them break. “Elana!” they screamed in unison, their voices echoing through the room. Linda shoted at her. “If you don’t release us, we’ll all become cum addicts! We’ll be consumed by our own desire, trapped in this cycle forever!” Their eyes were wild, their bodies trembling with the effort of resisting the overpowering urge to taste each other. Elana’s expression hardened, her hesitation evaporating. “Oh, darlings,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, “this is exactly the contest you signed up for. The one where you’d have to face your deepest desires, your basest needs. And as for the money,” she paused, her eyes gleaming with malice, “it’s not about the money anymore, is it? It’s about giving in, about surrendering to the delicious, the divine, the utterly debauched.”