Chapter 10: Zara's New Life Continues

Zara couldn’t decide which part of her body was aching more: her head or her prolapsed asshole.

She tried to focus. She knew Horny would come soon to take her for the next torture session.

Escape.

This word was still burning bright in her mind as false hope.

But how could she do that?

“Good morning!” Horny entered the room. “Did you sleep well?”

“Ugh ... woof,” Zara replied tiredly.

“Good, now let’s start Mammary Monday!” He announced.

He then led Zara, Abigail, and Brenda to the playing room.

But a fourth woman was waiting there for them.

“Girls, this is Cindy, your new fun partner,” Horny introduced the new girl.

Cindy was a young girl with big blue eyes, long black hair, and abnormally huge, massive tits. They perfectly covered her upper torso.

“Your boobiful assets will be perfect for Mammary Monday,” Horny said. “But don’t worry, girls, I didn’t forget about you.”

A few minutes later, the first guest arrived.

“Good to see you again, Preto,” Horny greeted the newcomer.

Preto was a black futanari woman with huge tits, not as big as Cindy’s, and long white hair, contrasting with her skin color.

“It’s good to be back,” Preto said, nodding, then hugged him.

“Take a look at these beauties we got while you were away,” Horny pointed at the girls.

“Nice.”

“And you can fuck all of them,” Horny added.

“Even better,” she licked her lips. Her cock throbbed a little bit. “I’m the luckiest black magician because I have a friend like you.”

“Aw. You make me blush.”

“Can I start?”

“Of course,” Horny nodded. “I won’t mind taking your sloppy seconds.”

“Alright, let’s start with their hands,” Preto announced and snapped her fingers.

In the next instant, all four of the girls felt their hands being pulled behind their backs, and tight, black rope manifested around their wrists, like shackles.

“Now the boobs,” she grinned.

Four black ropes descended from the ceiling and wrapped themselves around the girls’ tits so tightly that the ropes sank deep into the soft tissue, creating a series of deep, rhythmic indentations. Zara felt the breath leave her lungs as her breasts were hoisted upward, forcing her to arch her back just to keep her balance. The pressure was intense.

Then the ropes pulled higher and higher. First, the girls had to stand on their tippy toes, but soon their feet were dangling inches above the cold stone floor. Zara felt the blood rush to her head as she swayed, her body suspended by the sheer tension of the cords biting into her chest. The ropes didn’t just hold her; they seemed to pulse with a slow, rhythmic hunger, squeezing the flesh of her breasts with a precision that felt almost surgical.

Nobody said a word, but they did let out a series of whimpers and soft gasps.

“Let’s start with you.” Preto stepped behind Abigail and began to fuck her.

Shortly after her, it was Brenda’s turn.

Meanwhile, Horny stood behind Zara and Cindy, rubbing their pussies with his fingers from behind.

The black magician soon finished with Brenda as well.

Preto didn’t bother with a gentle transition. She stepped toward Zara with a predator’s focus, her movements fluid and heavy. Without a word, she gripped Zara’s hips, her fingers digging into the skin, and drove herself forward with a sudden, violent force. The impact jolted through Zara’s entire frame, knocking the wind from her lungs and sending her swinging wildly in the air. The sudden jerk caused the black ropes to snap taut against her chest, the rough fibers biting deep into the soft tissue of her breasts. Every time Preto thrust, the ropes acted like saws, carving rhythmic, painful indentations into her skin that felt as though they were being branded by ice and fire.