Alysia had to give him credit for vigour, even as she wondered how hoarse her voice was going to be the next day.  She did her best to relax and take it, breathing when she could.  She sucked in deep noisy breaths through her nose and fought down the urge to cough with each thrust.  Still, her lungs ached and protested, and her eyes watered to the point of tears.  Each time Carl pulled out a bit more saliva and pre-cum found its way to Alysia's chin, each time he thrust back in she tensed and whined.  The mixture dribbled down onto her chest and Esther below, an unholy mix of fluids that was certainly only going to get worse.<br/><br/>Alysia wanted to gag and spit as she felt him erupt, who knew where he'd been, but was in no position to do so.  She could feel the warmth of it in her throat, coating it, the only relief that she didn't have to taste it.  She coughed as he began to pull out, dislodging some of his cum into her mouth, quickly joined by another of his spurts.  His taste assaulted her senses and, as he finally pulled out of her mouth, she coughed more.  The result was even more of a mess as she sucked in several ragged breaths, her skin warm with the results of his abuse.<br/><br/>She glared up at him, even drunk it was hard to be anything but pissed.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was hard for Alysia to focus on much other than Esther.  She was attractive and, now that she thought about it, it was the first time she had been quite so... intimate with another woman.  She felt sticky and gross as she pressed against Esther, Carl's cum acting almost like a weak glue, her saliva drying.  Her own sex was bald, shaved out of expectation of sex with Clyde, and the touch of the other woman's hair felt strangely erotic.<br/><br/>Alysia's face was red as she shook her head at Esther.  "I'm sorry, I didn't think..."  She trailed off.  What was there to say, more to the point, what was there to do?  "I've heard of such things, why would he have one?"  She whispered back, trying to focus on anything but the feel of the other woman against her.  "Without my phone I can't use my armour.  I could shift, but I don't know if I could break these even then.  I'm stronger... but not superhumanly so."  She flexed against the cuff, trying to judge just how strong it was.  "I don't, I'm sorry.  Do what you have to, try and get him to focus on me."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Technology</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-06-24 00:13:29, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20a18 Result: 32 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137528)</div></div><br/><br/>Alysia winched at Esther's pain, then shook her head to try and signal that she shouldn't do so again.  She turned her attention to Carl as he appeared and tried to hold back her own glare.<br/><br/>"Why are you doing this?  Was the information all a lie?"  She demanded, grunting as he grabbed them and forced them to shift back into position.  She tried to arch her back a little to give Esther more room, even as she fought back the thought of the other woman's mouth on her nipple.  She inhaled as she felt the object being pressed into her, then shot Carl a stoic look as he flicked it on.  The stoic look was rather ruined by a whimper, and her teeth biting her lower lip as she tensed and shifted to try and dislodge it.  She let out a gasp as the feeling began to build, as the device got the better of her.  She began to sweat again, her breathing growing heavier and an occasional shiver running up her body.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry."  She whimpered at Esther, as one leg trembled.  It just felt so good...