Sunset felt oppressed under the three pairs of eyes on her. The Sirens, villainous-band turned, well, regular-band, had just captured her trespassing in the back of their van. Sunset, of course, deflected their accusations with some of her own, claiming them to be the cause of her repeating days. What followed was a roller-coaster of a conversation. Accusations were thrown from both sides. There was mention of churros, some general bickering, a tincture of existentialism and the combined and completely undeserved pomposity of all three culminating into Sunset’s supernova of an outburst.
“I don’t get a new day, okay!?” She glared at them, throwing her hands up in frustration. “I get this day! Forever! Nothing changes! I can’t tell you-”
“So nothing we do matters?” Aria queried, her voice monotone and bored, interrupting the blue-eyed girl mid-rant – a proverbial bucket of water over Sunset’s raging fire. The siren appeared disinterested, however, that was nothing new where she was concerned. Rather, the question was merely a catalyst for something else. Adagio cocked a brow at Aria before focusing her gaze squarely on Sunset.
“No, not really,” Sunset confirmed passively, sighing wistfully as she crossed her arms. The purple-haired siren having taken the wind out of her sails. “Only I’m the one who seems to remember everything. Just like it was yesterday… over and over and over,” she finished with a wry smile, however, she wasn’t laughing. “It’s like I’m swimming against the current. When I think I’m moving a little bit forward, I get carried right on back.”
The longer Sunset spoke, the more absorbed the trio of girls became. Adagio failed to suppress the mischievous glint that appeared in her eye when Sunset finished speaking, her cheek tugging back into a toying smirk as her compatriots shared a look between themselves. “It must be fun.”
“Fun?!” Sunset exclaimed as she recoiled, her features pulled back into a grimace. “What about all of this could be considered fun?”
“Just think about it for a moment,” Adagio implored, taking a small step towards the aghast girl; shrinking the gap between them. “You’re free to do whatever you want...”
“Yeah. You could fuck whoever, wherever, whenever...” Aria mused, similarly shrinking the gap between herself and the yellow tinted girl; her smile uncharacteristically lewd and sultry.
“Commit any crime...” Adagio suggested further with a discreet shrug, taking yet another step.
“Have butter on your toast without worrying about your figure...” Sonata offered, again, shrinking the gap like the other girls; her sultry simper rather unbefitting.
“And best of all: No consequences...” Adagio finished, her hand placed on her cocked hip; voice dripping with lechery.
The remark lingered and stewed in Sunset’s thoughts, just long enough to start feeling claustrophobic under all their stares. Their eyes carried across an obscene intent, their bodies so close to her now that she couldn’t help but see them as iron bars, keeping her caged in. The feeling of entrapment was unlike anything she had experienced before, and she had been in, like, five movies by now. Each held a perverse leer that even the most frigid and naive of girls would pick up on but only a complete fool bereft of any self-preservation would ignore. She inched back a step on instinct, raising her hands warily as a nervous grin appeared on her face. All in all, she tried to appear disarming. However, the smile was short-lived, for when her calf bumped into the rim of the van’s side entrance, it was wiped off her features when the truth dawned on her.
No escape.
Sunset’s raised hands began to quiver with the rest of her, her knees becoming woefully weak. Premature or not, her blood began to surge with adrenaline, her eyes darting from one face to the next. She gulped. “W-what’s happening? What are y-you going to do?”
“Seize the day,” Adagio answered cryptically, raising her open hand to clench it shut, a wild smile appearing on her countenance – her licentious motive clear as day.
Sonata’s carnal smile faltered, her brows furrowing as she looked to her determined leader. “Don’t you mean ‘Sunset’?” she asked sincerely, awkwardly scratching her chin.
Aria cupped her own face as Adagio rolled her raspberry red eyes. “Ugh,” Adagio groaned, raising both her hands and clawing her fingers like talons towards the cornered girl, “just grab her!”
At her command, the three girls pounced! Sunset’s instinct to flee fought with her adrenaline, paralysing her long enough to allow the girls to latch their fingers onto her. Aria and Sonata latched around her struggling arms whilst Adagio pushed her hands into her chest; her fingers sinking into Sunset’s bosom as the three bandmates worked to get the struggling girl into the van. Their catch fought against them all valiantly, thrashing and kicking her limbs against their holds as they pushed her through the open van door. She was so desperate she even tried to sink her teeth into their hands.
“Stop struggling, bitch!” Aria spat at her, tightening her grip as he moved her fingers just out of reach of Sunset’s desperate gnashes.
When the girls rooted her shoulders to the mangy floor of the van, Sunset saw no other recourse but to scream. Her screams were drowned out from the other screams of the festival, although her harrowed and pleading cries were muted in comparison to the loud calls of undulation and praise from hundreds of other girls and boys as music played on the stage.
Sonata grimaced, filching. “She’s loud!”
“Someone!”
“Duh,” Aria admonished in a droll tone.
“Please!”
“And she won’t stop thrashing around,” Sonata complained further, pushing down with extra force on Sunset’s defiant shoulder.
“Pinkie!”
“Double duh,” Aria continued, prompting Sonata to pout in her direction. Aria then looked to Adagio expectantly, asking, “what do we do now?”
Adagio didn’t answer immediately, trying to wrangle Sunset’s squirming legs like a rodeo bull. The orange haired vixen was removing Sunset’s shoes. Without looking, she answered, “do I have to tell you how to do everything? Get her shirt off!”
This brightened both of her cohorts' expressions, whose mirthful smiles appeared particularly sadistic to Sunset’s panicking eyes. When Sonata curled her fingers around the collar of their captive’s shirt, her knuckle was at the receiving end of another desperate gnash from Sunset – the siren barely able to shirk her hand away from Sunset’s pearly whites.
“She tried to bite me!” Sonata blurted, her maroon eyes widened in disbelief.
“Do I have to make it a triple?” Aria threatened, giving the other siren a flat glare.
“Get off me!” Sunset demanded through gritted teeth, her writhing still admirably defiant although considerably lessened in intensity, her chest rising and falling with a quickened pace as fatigue set in.
“Then what do I do?” Sonata asked, ignoring Sunset's harshly delivered plea. “If this bitch is going to act like, well, a bitch and try to take a chomp out of me, you’re just going to have to do it.”
Aria scoffed derisively. “What? Are you scared Sonata?”
“She might ruin my pedicure,” she grumbled in reply before assertiveness appeared on her features. “Let’s just do it together, okay?”
“Fine,” Aria agreed.
Both girls reached for the neckline, quickly pulling down out of reach of Sunset’s teeth, looking at each other with determined eyes. Together, they counted down.
“One-”
“Two-”
“Three!” they both announced simultaneously, both yanking their arms back at the same time.
Rrrrrrip.
Down the middle, Sunset’s shirt was torn in two thanks to their combined strength. The fiery haired girl winced at the sound, tears beginning to well in the corners of her eyes as her torso was exposed to every perverted eye in the van; her skin covered in goosebumps from the sudden exposure. Her toned stomach and covered C-cup breasts were the marvels of each spectator, and the girl in torn clothing could do nothing except let her cheeks flush crimson in humiliation. Their ravenous and carnal appetites not even close to being satiated, however. Rather, they were inflamed.
“Huh, they’re bigger than I thought,” Adagio commented, smirking into the grin of a conqueror. Sunset’s legs now only weakly squirming beneath her – tired, overexerted, and defeated. “Although, she was a villainous bitch once upon a time; it could still be a pushup… Aria, do the honours would you?”
“Aww,” Sonata frowned at the curly-haired siren, eyeing Aria with envy.
“Gladly,” Aria smiled, looking down at Sunset’s reddened face, hooking a finger under the strap between her perky bosom.
Aria pulled on the strap of the plain yellow bra, the conjoining plastic clip couldn’t handle the strain forced upon it, and soon it snapped. Bared to each siren were a pair of perfect sun-kissed mounds, each capped with a delectable dark orange nub. Sonata, like a child unable to resist a slice of cake, instantly latched her free hand onto one of the glorious mounds. The bacon haired girl whimpered behind pursed lips at the perverse touch, forcing her eyes closed as Sonata squeezed and kneaded her breast, her fingers sinking into smooth orange skin; treating her as nothing more than a piece of meat.
“Perky and soft,” the blue haired girl said in marvel, squeezing the breast like putty, her smile surprisingly infantile considering the situation. She continued to drag her digits over the soft flesh, Sunset unable to do nothing but writhe pathetically under Sonata’s hand until Aria’s expression devolved into a deep, jealous frown.
“No way,” Aria contended, reaching for the other. Upon contact, a rarely seen blush appeared on the siren’s violet cheeks as she massaged the tit, squeezing Sunset’s hardening nipple between her middle and ring fingers. She was rougher than her comrade, her nails making her hiss in pain as mercilessly groped the sensitive peak of her bosom. “They’re like little pillows!”
“Hey! We’re not ready for fun yet!” Adagio censured, looking to each siren with a disappointed if somewhat envious glare. If she were standing, a petulant stomp would have accompanied her words.
Both sirens whilst looking at the curly haired girl with wide, frozen faces, removed their hands from Sunset’s chest. The girl in question scrunched up her face. Under their machinations, each pebbly tit was painfully hard. Sunset wanted to make it the fault of the chill but deep down she knew it was because of the girls holding her down. Now, her embarrassment didn’t have to be lonely, for shame was now entwined with it. However, her eyes slammed open when warm fingers started to curl intimately into the sides of her jeans, making contact with her flared hips. She was consumed by panic again, fearing the escalation of their molestation, she began to squirm and kick again, finding new energy.
Adagio tightened her grip around the girl’s jeans, pushing down on her thighs with her elbows, releasing a frustrated, unfeminine grunt. “Make her docile. We don’t have all day!” she ordered angrily, trying to straighten Sunset’s legs all the while.
“Uh…” Sonata tilted her head, looking to Aria for a hint. “Docile?”
The dazzling with fuchsia flesh rolled her eyes. If Sunset were not too devoted to keeping Adagio from getting into her pants, she would have noticed the more deadpan of the trio raise her hand threateningly high. “Like this!”
Sunset was halted in her desperate squirming by a deep, penetrating pain across her right cheek. The back of the siren’s hand hit her face with the speed of a lightning bolt and the harshness of a hammer. Her knuckles hardened the blow, the quick zip of nails left her wondering if cuts would accompany soon after. It was much worse than a conventional slap, leaving more than just a patch of reddened flesh. Already Sunset could feel the dull, lingering pain of a burgeoning bruise. The shock paralysed her, numbing her to all except the sound of her own heartbeat throbbing in her ears.
“See?” Aria said, gesturing to Sunset’s cheek with a prideful smirk. “Docile.”
Sonata gasped, wearing a frown. “She bruises like a peach,” the girl observed, almost displaying empathy; rubbing her own unblemished cheek. “Still… what does ‘docile’ mean?”
Sunset was neutered by that. Aria’s strike, not Sonata’s lack of language aptitude. The stringing of her skin dulled her to the sensation of her legs being exposed to the lukewarm air, Adagio peeling her jeans away with the same primal hunger of an ape shedding the skin of a banana. Sunset couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes, even when she felt them pass over her ankles; tossed aside someplace. She released a shuddering breath when she felt a pair of hands grip her knees. Her resistance to them being spread was paltry, and she could bring herself to do anything else but turn her head, trying to hide her shame and tears.
“Cute,” Adagio remarked, grinning.
The undercurrent of lust in the girl's voice filled her with dread. Sunset could feel the singer’s red eyes focused squarely on her plain cotton panties, the thin white garment bulging a little with the puffy lips of her plump labia. She held her breath when Adagio’s hands travelled up the inside of her thighs, forcing them further apart as the siren’s nails grazed the sides of her delicate lips, the curious fingers hooking under one side the concealing garment. Sunset’s already reddened countenance took on a new, possibly undiscovered shade of red at the slim moment of contact between her twat and the singer's finger, the pang of an unwanted feeling threw a whole heaping of guilt on her already towering pile of emotions. Rather than remove her underwear, Adagio simply dragged the fabric to one side, where it conveniently pulled into the junction of her thigh.
“What does it look like?” Aria inquired, her question more fitting to the mouth of a prepubescent boy rather than a fully grown girl.
“Like a succulent peach,” Adagio answered in a purr, eyes fixed on her prey.
Sunset could each word bounce off the sensitive skin of her flower, which sent a freezing strike of thunder down the very tip of her spine to the very ends of her curled toes. She suppressed a whimper when she felt two thumbs press against her delicate lips, bracing herself for what came next. Without warning, the thumbs spread her open, dilating and exposing bright pink innards of her ‘peach’. This made her feel truly powerless, a turtle flipped onto its shell. Adagio’s index finger traced her inner walls where they bordered her labia, and try as she might, Sunset could not blot out the squeamish tingles that bubbled in her abdomen. If Adagio was trying to provoke a reaction from her, Sunset was resolved to not give her one, tightening her wincing expression. She maintained her silence, even as Adagio’s digit began to probe at her love canal, an unwanted explorer in her sacred temple. She flexed her hole involuntary, trying to prevent entry but only prompting Adagio to chuckle and push herself in regardless.
“Ah, would you look at that… little miss good girl certainly lives up to the name,” Adagio ridiculed, tracing the tightened ring of flesh within – an intact hymen.
The other two dazzlings wore blushes by this point. Observing their ring leader molest the girl’s honeypot so intimately provoked the rise of their respective lusts; sublime heats beginning to stir in their loins.
“She is?” they both asked in unison.
“Would you expect anything else?” Adagio asked rhetorically, withdrawing her finger from Sunset’s forbidden hole. She rubbed her thumb against her finger, enjoying the lack of friction – coated in a thin layer of Sunset’s nectar. “As much as I would like to call dibs on this one, I don’t think she is deserving of my... finesse. Not yet. Aria, you know what to do.”
“Aww! Why does she get to wear it?” Sonata complained, looking at her leader with a discontented frown.
Aria’s face flashed with an eager grin before she looked at her hands, her fingers acting as manacles around Sunset’s arm. “But what about-”
“I’m more than enough to keep her still,” Adagio assured, crawling provocatively up Sunset’s idle form, her own hands taking the place of her cohorts on each of Sunset’s biceps; her legs straddling her midriff. She glanced to siren’s flanking her, her eyes expectant. “Go already!”
The sirens scurried away impishly at her command, both heading somewhere towards the back. Sunset dared to open her eyes, catching them in the process of simultaneously undressing and searching for something. As tops were pulled off, draws were opened; panties kicked off ankles, bread bins closed. Sunset could only venture at what they were looking for before she found her head forcibly directed upwards towards Adagio. The curls of the siren’s orange mane hung down the sides of her face, and Sunset couldn’t help but lock eyes with the girl, captivated by such a carnal stare. She was so taken in fact, she barely reacted when Adagio’s lips were but a hair’s width away from hers, threatening to steal yet another thing from her, she turned her head to the side, tightening her jaw.
“Oh, you still got a little fight in you?” she chuckled, although it was more of a low growl before she leaned in close to her ear. “You won’t have any soon enough.”
The end of Adagio’s threat was accompanied by a long, dehumanising lick up the side of her cheek, with which she could pull her face into a rictus. Sunset opened her eyes when a duo of plodding footsteps approached her, however, at doing so, she wished she had kept them closed instead. The two sirens were naked and were unabashed about that fact with how proudly they pushed out their ample chests. Sunset may have found the naked sirens jaw-dropping if not for three reservations keeping her mouth locked firmly in place. Firstly, their eye-catching breasts – both hovering around D-cups – and womanly wide hips were not enough to detract from the fact she felt nothing but contempt for them. Secondly, an open mouth may prompt Adagio to see an invitation for her unwanted tongue. And thirdly…
Aria held the floppy black silicone phallus aloft, the end flared out like an obscene trumpet. It was of a familiar shape to Sunset. Too familiar and also way too big. Aria soon released her grip soon after, releasing a sigh of nostalgia as the faux horse cock dangled just shy of her knees, attached to a complex series of straps around her thighs and waist. “Remember when we could make one of these just using magic?”
Sonata scoffed, giving her plush bottom a reflexive rub. Apparently, the convenient summoning of an almost foot-long cock was enough to provoke unwanted memories. “I’ve tried to forget.”
Sunset was drawn to Adagio because of a smirk, the siren looking down on her with the face of a sadist. “Make you wistful, Sunset? Well, I hope you’re feeling nostalgic because both of those are going inside of you.”
“No, no,” Sunset was suddenly short of breath, close to hyperventilating, both the full weight of Adagio and the full weight of the situation on her chest. “You’re going r-ruin me!”
“Aww, don’t be like that,” she assured, although not really meaning it. “It’ll be fun… for us.”
“And didn’t you say something about a... what was it? Time loop?” Aria pointed out. “We could rearrange your insides and it won’t matter anyway. You’ll wake up tomorrow just fine.”
“Unless this was what she’s supposed to do to stop the loop, like the plot of Skyswan Night!” Sonata referenced, hoping her contribution to the conversation was meagrely useful, looking to Adagio for approval.
Adagio rolled her eyes at both of them.“Thanks...” she said drily, looking back down at Sunlight. “Tomorrow, none of this may as well have happened. But you’ll still have the memory, which is revenge enough for me...”
Sunset was at a loss. She never knew that Adagio was capable of such evil before, the only thing stopping her from appearing like a caricature was a pantomime-like cackle coming from her singer’s throat. She tried to discern something, anything behind her eyes, trying to recognise some aura of insincerity in the siren’s malevolence. All she saw in Adagio’s eyes, however, was the subdued red of her irises, and the pure delight of a villain acting villainous. This whole thing was utterly cathartic to her, like soda finally being allowed out of the can after being shaken for years.
Prrrrbt!
Sunset instinctively looked towards the source of the noise – like a ketchup bottle being spurted over fries. Sonata was spurting a hefty glob of lubricant over her peer’s monstrous silicone cock. For some reason, Aria looked reluctant, whilst Sonata eagerly stroked the slick clear liquid up and the colossal rod. Despite the end result being a cock absolutely dripping with slick lubricant, it did absolutely nothing to put Sunset at ease.
“I call dibs on her mouth!” Sonata cheerily proclaimed, looking down on Sunset proudly as she took a step closer.
Aria shrugged. “Doesn’t matter which hole, I’ll still be taking something,” she reasoned, approaching also, a smile appearing on her lips. Sunset got the inkling that Sonata just told her what she wanted to hear.
“Are you going to be a good girl, Sunset?” Adagio asked. “Or are they going to have to play hard?”
Sunset scrunched up her features. How much harder could they get? They had already hit her and ripped away all her clothing. Reluctantly, she nodded, at which Adagio’s fingers unclasped from her wrists. The siren climbed off of her, just as the other two girls came to stand over her. Sunset got an uncensored view of Sonata’s moistening cunt whilst Aria stood at her feet, faux-cock dangling – despite the fact it was inorganic, Sunset couldn’t help but perceive it as being a living thing with how much fear it inspired within her.
“I want to fuck her doggy style,” Aria said, licking her lips as she gripped the hilt of her black silicone length.
“Yeah, because she’s a total bitch, right?” Sonata asked directly, grinning.
Aria rolled her eyes. “’Subtlety’ isn’t a word in your vocabulary, is it?”
The other siren furrowed her eyebrows. “A what In my what?”
“Get started already!” Adagio’s demanded.
“Uh, why are you filming this?” asked Aria, her cheeks taking a tinge of colour – apparently camera shy. “If Sunset’s right, then there’s no point.”
Sunset wanted to know the answer as well. Adagio, in between her underlings' bickering, had removed every piece of clothing and fetched a camcorder from somewhere. The blinking red light indicated that everything reflecting off the lens of the beat-up device was being recorded.
“You never know. If she’s bullshitting us, at least we have the memory recorded,” Adagio reasoned, aiming the camera at Sunset. “And maybe if she does a good job I’ll consider not uploading this.”
“H-hey! Are you recording over the last gig?” Sonata exclaimed, clenching her fists. “We only have one tape!”
“Of course I am!” Adagio retorted, giving a half-shrug. “A gig is a gig but this… this is a true performance.”
Sonata didn’t seem consoled by that response. “I worked really hard on that solo…”
“Stop pouting, Sonata. You’ll forget all about it when you have a tongue deep in your snatch,” Aria assured, consoling her frowny faced bandmate in her own, distant way.
“You’re right!” A smile came back to Sonata’s face, which she then directed down at the girl frozen at her feet’ Sunset’s frown deepened further in response. She had hoped they had forgotten about her.
“I hope you don’t expect us to do all the work?” Aria asked pointedly, cocking a pedantic brow. “Arch your back, bitch. I want to see what I’m working with.”
Sunset grimaced, remembering the ‘hard way’ that Adagio promised should be anything less than compliant. She turned onto her stomach before rising to her hands and knees, hanging her head. Their excitement was palpable. Sonata practically fell to the ground with how eager she was to present her sodden cunt to Sunset’s displeased face. Right after, she felt a pair of cold hands latch themselves to her ass, her small, rounded cheeks earning a hum of approval from Aria.
“Cute tush. But I’m don’t see a girl ready for a fuck, I see a dog just told he’s about to get fixed,” she commented snarkily.
“She’s right. And how are you gonna reach my pussy with your head so high?” Sonata weighed in, wiggling her waiting pussy for emphasis.
Sunset resisted the urge to growl, especially when she felt Aria’s fingers beginning to ‘explore’ her rear end, her curious fingers spreading apart her recently-molested fuckbox. Swallowing her pride, she lowered her chest and raised her ass. The cheeks on her face almost made contact with the gross carpet but her mouth, unfortunately, levelled with Sonata’s eager cunt. Her ass cheeks were squeezed by a pleased Aria, whose breaths were now felt against Sunset’s twat; the siren getting a closer look at the girl’s holes.
“Delectable,” Aria remarked, before pressing her lips against Sunset’s gash. Sunset squirmed. Aria didn’t go beyond her little kisses but she suspected Aria’s intent was to provoke rather than pleasure. Her soft singer’s lips kissed the vulnerable pink insides of her parted lips, each pang of guilt and pleasure left her face screwed in tighter in obfuscation, her cheeks unhelpfully burning to a bright pink hue.
“She’s an expert,” Sonata pointed out.
“Oh, you would know,” Aria purred flirtatiously between kisses.
“No, not you – her,” Sonata clarified, pointing an idle finger at Sunset.
Sonata stopped her kissing – much to the relief of Sunset – to look quizzically at her bandmate. “At what?”
“That,” she replied, pointing to the way Sunset curved her back.
Aria scoffed. “And how do you know that?”
“YikYok,” answered Sonata, as if that illuminated anything.
Aria’s deadpan stare lingered on Sonata a few moments before she threw her head back to groan. “Ugh, let’s just fuck this bitch already.”
“Yay!” Sonata intoned, inching her hips towards Sunset’s cringing face.
Sunset winced, closing her eyes as she braced herself for what was about to come. She heard shuffling behind her. A mouth full of pussy she could deal with, forcibly stealing of her virginity was another thing entirely, especially with the size of the fucking hammer Aria was wielding. As she felt the heat of Sonata’s twat against her face, the musky scent of the siren’s femininity wafting up into her nostrils and her fingers wrapping in her hair, she felt Aria prod against her unready hole. There was one unforeseen problem, however...
“W-wait, w-what are you doing?” Sunset stammered, unable to keep herself quiet as she looked back at the probing siren. Aria, on her knees, was poking her foot-long tube of silicone cock against the wrong hole.
“Sonata, do something useful and shut her up already,” Aria requested passively, smearing Sunset’s pucker up and down with lube off her cock tip. Sunset instinctively tightened her sphincter, a surge of panic running up her spine.
“No! Wait-” Sunset could barely get out a couple of words before Sonata yanked on her red and yellow hair, forcing her open mouth against her wet slit.
“Make sure to use your tongue,” Sonata instructed, grinding Sunset’s face against her folds. “Pretend it’s your cheat day and I’m a big tasty sundae.”
Sunset ignored Sonata’s ‘encouragement’, her mind could only linger on Aria and her massive false appendage. She moved the fake organ up and down her asshole, coating her pucker in liberal amounts of lube, although Sunset doubted it would make the process any easier to endure when it came to be. Yet, despite how strong her worry was for her unfortunate ass, she did not ignore the request of the girl who held tightly onto her multi-coloured locks. She could only endure pain from one end, not both, so she parted her lips to allow her inexperienced tongue to clumsily lick at Sonata’s honeypot. Her nose was pressed against her mons but that did not inhibit the aroma of her femininity, but it at least prepared her somewhat for Sonata’s complex flavour when she was ready to tuck into her ‘sundae’.
Sunset’s tongue licked upwards from the entrance to Sonata’s pink trench to the small distinct nub at the top; her thighs quivering in response to the darting motion of the wriggling muscle. The taste was musky, dense. yet undeniably feminine. For some inexplicable reason, the flavour-filled Sunset’s stomach with an unwanted throng of butterflies. Even though she was being forced to, her body knew the eroticism of the act, uncomprehending to the concept of context. After a few licks, Sonata released her grip on her hair, her hand caressing the back of her head in some messed up sign of approval to her oral machinations. She paid special attention to her clit, hoping a quick arrival to orgasm would bring a quicker show of mercy from her captors.
“Oh, she’s an expert at this too,” Sonata moaned, her reddened cheeks sandwiching a pleasured smile.
Sunset did crisscrosses over the love-nub, her expression tightening as she felt an unwanted pressure against her backdoor. The flare of the fake fuckstick made the task of penetration even more difficult but she knew that Aria would make it fit.
“This is good stuff!” Adagio commented, one hand filing, the other rubbing eager circles around her clit – her thighs soaked with her already plentiful secretions. “Stick it in already, Aria.”
“I’d rather not add this bitch’s bloodstain to the other stains on the carpet,” Aria replied drily, gripping just under the tip of her oversized black horsecock. “Once I’m in though, I’m going to give this bitch the ride of her life…”
Sunset did not appreciate hearing her impending fate. She tried to ignore the added pressure on her asshole by driving her tongue even more forcefully against Sonata’s pussy lips, flicking her tongue over the ditzy girl’s cunt button as Aria began to drive her hips against her slowly spreading hole. Her fingers dug into the carpet, the splitting pain of her ass being pushed open by such a force intruder was new but already despised. She cringed, wearing her pain on her expression as her tongue brought to a halt. It felt like she was being torn in two, split like a wishbone as Aria fed the first colossal inch of her fake horsecock into her unfortunate tush. The more of the silicone shaft Aria drove into her ass, the sheer thickness stimulated her vaginal walls through her the barrier between.
“The faces she’s making are adorable,” Sonata remarked, grinning as her fingers continued to fondle the back of her head.
“I’m getting them all on film,” added Adagio, smiling with glee as she watched the scene unfold.
Sunset didn’t hear them, trying her hardest to deal with the pain, hissing through her teeth. In trying to force it out, her ass clenched around it but Aria simply pushed against her paltry resistance. Each nought-point of an inch seemed to drag on into eternity as her discomfort prolonged the feeling. Her toes curled and her jaw tightened even harder, as she soon felt the pressure of the faux-cock on the roof of her vagina, effectively sharing the burden of the torturous ordeal on her precious slit. Shamefully, it prompted a mixing of pain with pleasure. To escape the agony she clenched her eyes shut, trying to blot out all her senses to clutch to the pleasurable tingles, a desperate measure to alleviate the intense strain. However, the pleasure failed to match the pace of pain, the dildo pushing just enough inches into her to exert just the right amount of pressure to tear something precious in her moistening slit...
“I think you just tore her hymen,” remarked Adagio, a slither of disappointment in her tone.
“It looks like I got blood on the carpet anyway, what a shame...” Aria spoke with a false melancholy, giving Sunset’s ass a light smack when she was finished. “It looks I took stole two virginities, huh, Sunset?”
Sunset was too fatigued to feel angry. At least she got over the worst of it, Aria mercifully halting her hips to speak. She savoured every second she had to acclimate to the immense size but she couldn’t remain in her own head for too long, for soon she felt fingers tighten their grip on it.
“Hey, get back to licking already,” pressured Sonata, pulling Sunset’s face back into her moist lips. “You didn’t forget about me, did ya?”
How could she? Reluctantly, Sunset resumed her licks, dragging her tongue over musician’s clit as the protrusion in her ass started to move. She tried grasping onto Sonata’s moans or the dull pleasure that came from such a sizeable toy. However, she couldn’t escape the sensation. Soon, after pulling out a few inches, Aria pushed back in, adding another inch of strain on Sunset’s booty hole. The consistent rhythm adopted by Aria meant that Sunset knew every time her hips were dragged back just far enough to leave only the flare embedded, another laborious inch was expected. Even though the organ was fake, Sunset couldn’t help but notice an animal-like fervour from the girl behind her. Her pedicured fingernails dug into her ass, a snarl accompanied the curt thrusting as well as the occasional and never expected slap on her reddening ass. Sunset knew it was only a matter of time until every single inch of the fake phallus was embedded within her, then she would trade out a feral beast for a jackhammer!
During, Sunset’s head was pushed lower down, the twat’s owner no doubt desiring her tongue elsewhere. She was stopped when her tongue was able to probe Sonata’s tunnel. Sunset didn’t need to be commanded to carry out Sonata’s wishes, her tongue pushing its way into the moist hole, pushing apart the girl’s soft pink walls. The girl before her mewled at the sensation, her walls clenching around the welcomed tongue. Sunset, inexperienced, simply wiggled her flexible muscle like a worm, which was enough to provoke an even louder groan from Sonata. If she were devoted entirely to the task then Sunset might have allowed herself to feel pride. However, behind her, Aria continued her salacious escalation. The bacon-haired girl already felt full by the flare but the continued feeding of inches felt her feeling stuffed. Soon her taxed ass felt the subtle circumference of the medial ring, a distinct bulge coming out from her stomach as the fake organ warped her guts. A few more thrusts were all it took for Sunset to truly fulfil the park of a puppet for Aria’s cock, the musician’s hips meeting with her ass for the first time. Aria remained still for a moment, moving her hips only slightly against Sunset’s snug walls before a smug chuckle sounded from her lips.
“I think I’ve gone easy on you for long enough,” Aria informed her, punctuating herself with a firm slap to Sunset’s ass. “Prepare to get fucked, bitch.”
Aria was true to her word. In one smooth motion, her false cock retreated to the broad crown before her hips slammed back to meet Sunset’s ass once more. The hole could do little to stop Aria’s assault, her battering hips pushing Sunset towards Sonata and thus driving her tongue even deeper. Thankfully her poor ass had acclimated to the size but the pain from its rough treatment was inescapable, yet so was the pleasure, the sheer girth and roughness of Aria’s pounding a brutal yet somewhat effective technique of eking out some pleasant sensations from her untouched pussy; the small trickle of blood cleaned out with her own nectar, her juices leaking out on to the carpet unhindered thanks to her spread thighs.
“Aww yeah, that hits the spot,” commented Sonata, pushing Sunset even firmer against her cunt in the midst of her ecstasy. “Keep doing that.”
Sunset didn’t know what it was exactly but he complied. Her tongue continued to brush against the sensitive walls, sometimes hitting a spot just hard enough to give Sonata a full-body quiver. She felt envious, wishing more so to be in a position free of the assault on her ass. Aria, in the violent throes of her thrusting, would give Sunset a harsh slap on either one of her cheeks, and in far greater quantities than before. There was no sexual pleasure to be gained from a strap on, so the girl’s malevolent streak was the only explanation for any gratification she received from the act. Still, there was nothing Sunset could do but ‘work’ in a sense. Her hands latched themselves to Sonata’s thighs, giving her ample leverage to delve her tongue even further into the sodden hole, the girl’s soft lips acting as a cushion of sorts for Sunset’s cheeks against Aria’s deep thrusting. The act caught Sonata off guard, who bucked her hips against Sunset’s lips with a gasp, the plush that seemed omnipresent since they began their carnal acts only deepened, her thighs starting to quiver.
“N-now she’s getting it!” Sonata stammered, the tongue within her wiggling frantically and deep.
“I almost want to trade places with you,” Aria remarked between grunts, her fingers gripping tightly to Sunset’s waist. “It’s not as fun now that she’s starting to enjoy it.”
Sunset would’ve rebuked her in some fashion were it not for two things. First: Her mouth was otherwise occupied. Secondly, and she loathed to admit: She wasn’t entirely wrong. The pain slowly became an afterthought when compared to pleasure. The alien sensation combined with the sheer tenacious taboo of the act was beginning to exacerbate the tingles in her crotch. The shock of their bodies colliding sent pleasurable bolts of lining up her spine and try as she might, Sunset could not inhibit them. Soon Sonata’s thighs clamped around her head, almost suffocating the girl, yet Sunset did not relent on her tongue, knowing that the siren’s orgasm was soon inevitable.
“Be loud, Sonata,” advised Adagio, grinning wildly, “put on a performance!”
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" cried Sonata, loud as per their ringleader’s suggestion, clenching her thighs even more tightly around Sunset's head; encouraging her tongue to shove her over the cliff into the bliss below. Sunset had no choice but to acquiescence for the sake of her lungs, her frantic tongue wiggles moving even harder inside Sonata’s trench. Soon, she received her reward in the form of telltale clenches around her tongue, splattering of femcum across her cheeks accompanying soon after as she finally allowed to breath again as Sonata relaxed her thighs.
When Sonata achieved climax, Sunset gave a quiet sigh of relief when Aria ceased punishing her ass, bringing the cumbersome cock out to flared tip. Sunset winced, feeling it tug back against her entrance, the girl behind her making the simple act of removing the damnable thing an ordeal in of itself. Finally, after several half-hearted tugs, the wide tip popped out of her ass – Sunset’s legs giving out right after, her lower half falling level with her torso.
“Well, that was fun,” Aria commented
“I wish I could’ve cum though. It’s not entirely fair that airhead over there gets to have the most enjoyment.”
“I’m... too happy... to be mad right now,” Sonata replied, her stomach rising and falling with fatigued pants. “I haven’t had a lickin’ like that since we were in the battle of the bands.”
“Don’t worry, Aria, it was just my way to apologise for recording over her solo,” Adagio informed her, coming near the sweat-covered trio with a sensual stride. “But who said the fun is over?”
“Oh?” Aria perked up at the idea, whilst Sunset sagged even saggier on the floor. “What do you have in mind?”
“You looked pretty jealous of Sonata – so why don’t you take her mouth for a ride, hmm?”
Aria’s eyes twinkled before her jubilant face was wiped away, replaced with a menacing grin. “That’s the best idea you’ve had in a while.”
Adagio then cast her eyes to Sonata, who still wore her exertion plainly. “And you, take this,” she instructed, stretching her arm and camera in the blissful girl’s direction, “I still want to capture this.”
Sonata reached out, taking the camcorder into her hand, smiling dreamily. “Gotcha.”
Sunset’s ass hurt, her mouth lingered with Sonata’s flavour and the smell of sex was congesting her nostrils. Yet still, the day didn’t appear to be over. She wondered if she could force herself to sleep right there, then maybe she’d reawaken to a new-old day and never repeat the mistakes that led her here. Yet, as she felt Adagio’s hands on her thighs, she knew that was impossible.
“I’m glad you spared her pussy,” Adagio said, flipping Sunset limp body onto her back. “She’s wet as well – sublime.”
“No problem. I just wanted it to hurt,” Aria half-shrugged, removing the complex set of straps from her waist.
“Psycho bitch,” Sonata commented under her breath, directing the camera back at Sunset.
“I heard that,” snapped Aria, the strap on falling the flood beside Sunset; revealing the soaked mess between her thighs.
Sonata let out a haughty scoff. “You were supposed to!”
Sunset wished their bickering would prolong the inevitable, but Adagio continued preparations for whatever she had planned whilst they argued. Sunset felt her legs parted, Adagio’s molesting fingers soon rubbing over her wet pussy lips, pushing in-between her slit but never actually penetrating her. The stimulation was more direct than the cock in her ass, making whimpers rise from her throat as she tried to suppress the tingles coming from her crotch. Adagio rubbed circles, twisting Sunset’s waist as she did so, and soon the siren’s leader had her sodden pussy on her prey’s thigh, raising her other leg to rest on the siren’s shoulder.
Adagio brought the juice covered finger to her lips, popping it into her mouth and humming delightfully at Sunset's unique flavour, pulling her finger from her mouth with a satisfied sigh. “Delicious.”
Sunset didn’t know whether to be flattered or disgusted by the display, although her thoughts failed to linger on the carnal act when Adagio replaced it with another. She started to grind against her thigh, staining the inside of her leg with her own essences. Sunset couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight, the head siren so aroused her cunt practically scalding her flesh. Then she watched with trepidation as Adagio raised her hips and angled her twat to line up with her own, the heat of the other girl’s honeypot competing.
"I think you're going to enjoy this, even if your face says otherwise," Adagio posited, grinning at Sunset's scowling, tight-lipped expression.
In a slow, tension building move, Adagio lowered her hips, until the two slits met with a quiet and wet smack. Sunset winced, her face struggled as she tried to hide her pleasure under a mask of defiance. Slowly, Adagio began to throw her hips back and forth, rolling her pink nub over Sunset’s as she ground pleasure from the girl. Sunset tried her best to hold her mask, her face tightening with increasing levels of discomfort as the girl tribbing her started to pick up the pace.
“Come on, let me hear you moan before Aria straddles your face, just one pitiful moan,” Adagio encouraged, her lusty smile flanked by the pinkened cheeks.
Sunset tried to keep it buried but she felt one rising in her throat. The pleasurable friction of their slits dragging against each other driving her mad. Her hands clawed at the floor as she kept her mouth closed, but the pleasure was too much; she gave in - a muffled, throaty moan emanating from her sealed lips. With her vocalisation, shame and pleasure increased tenfold within her, the moan signifying the destruction of her pride and dignity. She clenched her eyes shut so she didn’t have to look at the satisfaction Adagio wore, the girl’s hips picking up speed ever so slightly.
She opened her eyes to look down at Adagio, but all she ended up seeing was the pink pussy of Aria, which quickly slammed down on her face. She continued to moan, which was now muffled by Aria’s folds. The vibration and hum of her moans gave some added bliss to Aria’s pus, the girl straddling her face similarly groaning in bliss.
“Unf, yeah. Keep scissoring this bitch, her moans make this feel soooo much better,” Aria spoke breathily as her pink cheeks darkened to a crimson shade of red. Her hips roughly pushed down, running her cunt over Sunset’s mouth and nose before a tongue joined in without prompting. Sunset’s throaty, pleasured vocalisations only enhanced the experience for her rider, who only quickened her sliding hips in response.
Sunset didn’t know when her body and mind started to respond positively to the abuse now. Sensations shot through Sunset’s lower body like lightning, stimulating her from her toes to her hips. Aria, in her fervent riding, reached down, roughly grabbing her tits as an anchor as she half-suffocated Sunset with juice and velveteen flesh. Her legs twitched her hips bucked against Adagio, the head siren steadfast in holding onto her strongly, alternating between sliding her hips and smacking her cunt against Sunset. The clitoral joust made her legs shudder even fervently; instinctively trying to wrap themselves around Adagio and enhance her own ecstasy even further.
“This is so hot,” Sonata mentioned idly, her legs grinding together - no doubt wishing she could get another turn in on the girl.
The grinding of pusses and mouths could only go on for so long before the expected and salacious outcomes were to occur. Unsurprisingly, Sunset was the first. Under Aria’s slick twat she let out a loud scream into it, her flat stomach rising as her back arched. Her orgasm struck her like lightning, coursing from her tail bone right up to the tip of her spine. Adagio’s continued grinding, figuratively milking out more and more bliss from Sunset; her own orgasm on fast approach, the small spew of Sunset’s femcum aiding their pleasurable friction.
“I knew she’d be first,” Adagio remarked, breathing heavy.
“S-second,” squeaked Aria. Her hands squeezed Sunset’s mounds as her entire form sized up, spurting a mess of her juices into Sunset’s open, moaning maw like a burst faucet; rolling her hips with increased speed as she rode not only the girl’s face but also her pleasure. Sunset could taste her ecstasy, the musky-sweet flavour sending another wave of pleasure down her spine, pride joining in somewhere with the guilt, shame and bliss.
Adagio didn’t announce her orgasm but Sunset knew when she did. Her hips rolled with a piston-like efficiency as she neared the cliff’s edge, prepared for the freefall into her rapidly approaching climax. A few strong thrusts followed a throaty moan as Adagio came, her grip around Sunset’s leg tightening as she gripped the reins of her climax, her body undergoing a full-form quiver as the two girl's juices mixed together, forming a cocktail of their cum.
Sunset went limp after Adagio and Aria stopped cumming, having fully ridden her own she then found exhaustion crashing into her just as hard; her loud pants audible when Aria raised her hips up off her open maw, a few strings of clear femcum connecting them together still.
“That was way better than my solo,” remarked Sonata, her eyes avidly glued to the camera’s screen as Aria and Adagio climbed off the girl; their breaths just as heavy as hers.
“Fun,” Aria said breathily, rising shakily to her feet, her arms outstretched from her sides for balance. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“I don’t think I can even stand,” added Adagio, allowing Sunset’s leg to slide off her shoulder, retreating her hips back to sit on the floor, her bosom heaving with heavy breaths.
“And I don’t think she’ll be doing anything for a while,” pointed out Sonata, her finger passively aimed at Sunset.
The girl in question was a wreck. Her face was wet with a combination of Aria and Sonata’s juices, her own spittle somewhere in the mix. Her eyes weren’t dead per se but certainly fixated on nothing in a trance-like state; her emotions undiscernible to observing eyes. Her stomach rose and fell, and her fingers no longer scratched at the ground. It would almost look tranquil was it not for the fact she was forced into orgasm just a few moments ago.
“Do you think she was being honest about the ‘repeating days’ thing?” asked Aria, looking down at Adagio.
Adagio shrugged, slowly regaining her breath. “Maybe. Maybe not,” she answered without commitment, climbing of Sunset’s now numb thigh. “The camera’s for the not. And if she’s honest, then none of this may as well have happened.”
Sonata closed the screen on the camera, frowning thoughtfully as she directed her sights upward in contemplation. “If that’s true, what are the ramifications of this? Do we know longer exist as we do now when she awakes from her slumber? Do we keep living as we do now in this timeline, not the originals? Or do we start the day again, not remembering anything we’ve done today? And if that’s the case, can we really have free will? How do we know someone, somewhere isn’t just resetting the day, ensuring it achieves the perfect outcome?”
Both Adagio and Aria looked at their third with blank, unblinking expressions. The pause lasted for a few seconds, before Aria’s mouth opened.
“Heavy,” offered Aria, knitting her eyebrows.
“That type of thinking is way above any of our paygrades, so let’s not think about it, hmm?” Adagio proposed, standing up. “I don’t know about you girls, but I’m famished. I saw a tasty looking churro stand not far from here.”
“Ooh.” Sonata hopped on one foot, then the other. “I wonder if they have melted chocolate dip.”
“I thought you were watching your figure?” inquired Aria, picking up her underwear.
“It’s not cheating if it’s churros!” Sonata replied with a saccharine smile, similarly collecting her clothing.
The three girls hastily put on their clothes once more, reeking of sex but to driven by the prospect of a soft, doughy treat to care. Once they were clothed, Adagio opened the side door, hopping out with the girls flanking her sides.
“Hey, wait,” stopped Aria, looking over her shoulder at Sunset - unmoved. “What do we do with her?”
"We let her wallow in her own filth," Adagio answered casually, a slight tug on her lip accompanying. “If she’s right, it doesn’t matter. If she’s wrong… I suppose we can bring her some back - it’s only fair, right?”
The trio laughed amongst themselves as the door slides shut, leaving Sunset alone...
Sunset laid there, continuing to breathe heavy. She couldn’t tell if she was battling to stay awake or if adrenaline was still coursing through her veins. There was a dull ache in her ass, and her pussy and face were afflicted with friction burns, somehow…
They were certainly rougher this time around.
Wearing a groggy smile, Sunset closed her eyes, readying to go through it all again...
