Rayne's promise worked, buying her one final reprieve from Doggie's insistent come-ons. "Doggie will smash the ball, then Rayne fuck Doggie!"<br/><br/>Doggie lunged for the crystal orb on the desk, eager to fulfill her task and receive her reward. It was trapped, sending a powerful electric shock through her arms the moment she laid hands on it, no doubt intended to stop her from doing exactly what she had been told to do. But the Announcer's orgasm denial play backfired as the sex slave's lust for throbbing futa girlcock won out. Screaming, she lifted the ball high above her head and threw it down to the floor with all her might.<br/><br/>The crystal orb hit the floor with all the gravity and impact of a bowling ball and cracked into two jagged halves. Immediately there was a slight change in the room, as though the air had just cleared up a little. Rayne didn't have time to contemplate what changed, though, because Doggie was bent over the desk for support, panting heavily after the shock and exertion, practically presenting herself to Rayne. The slave's pussy was wet and warm and inviting and practically sucked the half-elf's new member in.<br/><br/>"Ah! Doggie feels so good!" She started fucking herself on Rayne's rod like it was a dildo - but Rayne could feel every stroke, Doggie's folds rubbing over every inch of her meatstick and setting her nerves on blissful fire.