"Nn-- I-- gllkk--" Ana gasped out, trying to form hazy, partial-syllable words between her crazed cries, but Chloe's fingers made her struggle to get them out, struggle to breath. She gazed up, her eyes meeting the dominant redhead's and locking on, showing... something not quite akin to submission. Something more pure.<br/><br/>Devotion.<br/><br/>Amazing how little time it had taken, but a girl -- especially a girl like Anathema, an outcast, a blight on her family -- could only take so much pressure before an instability is found. With two cocks up her ass, one already deeply entrenched and the other frenetically impaling her, Molly's roaming hands kneading at her more-than-sensitive breasts, Chloe's hand dragging and squeezing around her cock, and the light-headedness of being choked, if only a little... it was cataclysmic. Every thrust, every pump, every pinch, every whisper made Ana's head swim, and her eyes showed as much to her new mistress and lover. Every ounce of excess did not go to waste, but the dripping, throbbing violet head of her cock (not to mention the wet, greedy squelching of her over-reamed asshole) made it obscenely clear that she would either cum soon, or be permanently damaged in some manner. "Nnkhh... mis-stresss... pleeezzz...."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>