No Warning #07, Scene #04

Aiden runs cold. The kind of cold you can feel across a room. She stands over the girl in nothing but heels and a black harness, her strap swinging heavy and mean between her legs. Chastity’s knees hit the floor without being told. Good girl. Aiden fists a handful of that soft hair and shoves every thick inch past soft lips until the gag jerks wet and ugly. Tears spike at the corners of Chastity’s eyes. Aiden thumbs clamps onto tight, pink nipples—sharp little bites that make the girl whimper around rubber. The vibrator comes next, brutal and relentless. Aiden presses it flat to that soft, furry cunt and lets it buzz until the moans turn to broken sobs. She slides in toys, bigger each time, stretching until Chastity shakes. When the trembling hits a fever, Aiden swings a leg over the girl’s face and plants her cunt down—wet, shaved, no mercy. Tongue works fast and desperate. Aiden rides until her thighs lock and she comes with a low, filthy growl. Feet next. Chastity’s tongue traces heel and arch, licks between the toes, then pushes back up between Aiden’s legs for another slow, obedient taste. When the girl has earned it, Aiden unwinds the hose. Cold, hard pressure straight to the swollen clit—enough force to shove her over fast. Chastity jerks, cries out, comes messy and loud, slicking the floor beneath her.