Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
With shaking hands, I reached for the controls. Warm water cascaded over us from multiple directions, enveloping us in a cocoon of steam and droplets. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the heat soothe my aching muscles and stinging backside. When I opened them again, I saw Camille doing the same, her dark hair plastered to her face and neck.
“That’s it,” Beaumont purred, his eyes raking over our glistening bodies. “Now, show me how naughty you two really are. Kiss each other. And make it good—I want to see your sweet little tongues.”
I turned to face Camille, my heart racing. We’d done this before, of course, but the thought still made my cheeks get hot and my tummy flip. I could see the mixture of fear and determination in my sister’s eyes, mirroring my own emotions. Slowly, I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers.
The kiss started tentatively, but as Beaumont’s impatient growl reached our ears, we deepened it. I felt Camille’s tongue brush against mine, and I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped me. The warmth of her mouth, combined with the hot water cascading over us, was intoxicating.
“Better,” Beaumont said, his voice thick with lust. “Now, rub those pretty tits together. I want to see those nipples getting hard.”
We broke the kiss, both of us panting slightly. Camille’s cheeks were flushed, and I knew mine must be too. Slowly, we moved closer, our breasts pressing together. The sensation of her soft flesh against mine, our nipples brushing and hardening, sent a jolt of helpless arousal through me.
As we moved against each other, I saw an opportunity. Leaning in close, my lips brushing Camille’s ear, I whispered as quietly as I could, “Be ready. I’m sure the Guard will come for us.”
I felt Camille stiffen slightly, but to her credit, she didn’t break our rhythm. Her hands came up to cup my breasts, kneading gently as she whispered back, “Both of us?”
Before I could respond, Beaumont’s voice rang out again.
“Enough of that,” the magnate barked. “Now, I want you to press those sweet little cunts together. Hands on each other’s hips.”
My heart raced as Camille and I awkwardly maneuvered into position, our bodies slick with water. The feeling of her mound against mine sent a jolt of unwanted arousal through me. I could feel the heat of her sex, so different from the shower’s warm spray.
“Good girls,” Beaumont purred, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “Now, I want you to pee. Right now, just like that.”
I felt the blood drain from my face as his words sank in. Surely he couldn’t mean… But the stern look in his eyes told me he was entirely serious.
“Please, Monsieur,” I whimpered, hating how pathetic I sounded. “We can’t… it’s too… you know… too embarrassing.”
“You will do as I say,” Beaumont growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Or would you prefer another session with the cane?”
Tears welled in my eyes as I realized we had no choice. I met Camille’s gaze, seeing my own mortification reflected there. Slowly, we both nodded.
I closed my eyes, trying to relax enough to let go. It felt impossible, with Camille pressed against me and Beaumont’s hungry gaze on us both. But gradually, I felt the pressure in my bladder build until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
The first trickle of urine escaping me felt like liquid fire. I sobbed openly as I felt it flow down my legs, mingling with the shower water. Against me, I could feel Camille trembling, her own stream joining mine.
The utter humiliation of the act overwhelmed me. I’d never felt so degraded, so stripped of my dignity. And yet, to my horror, I could feel a perverse thrill flaring through me. My clit throbbed traitorously, and I prayed Beaumont wouldn’t notice my body’s shameful response.
“Beautiful,” Beaumont murmured as our streams finally tapered off. “Now, Mary, get on your knees. I want you to wash Camille’s cunt thoroughly, and then give it a nice, reverent kiss.”
My legs shook as I sank to my knees, the hard tile uncomfortable even through the water. I looked up at Camille, silently apologizing with my eyes as I reached for the soap.
Gently, I began to wash between Camille’s legs, trying to be as clinical as possible. But as my fingers slid over her soft folds, I couldn’t help but notice how smooth and warm she felt. I heard Camille’s breath hitch, and I knew she must be fighting the same battle against unwanted arousal that I was.
Once I’d rinsed away all traces of soap, I leaned forward, my heart pounding, and pressed my lips to Camille’s sex. The taste of her, clean from the shower, but with an underlying muskiness, filled my senses. I heard her sharp intake of breath above me and felt a tremor run through her body.