Lexi play Chap 7

Chapter 7: Duval's Revenge

Lexi mechanically adjusted the top of her disguise, her gaze fixed on her reflection in the mirror. Duval had left her no choice: "Bimbo costume," he had said, with that carnivorous smile she knew all too well. And now she understood the full extent of what that meant.

The fluorescent pink bra, far too small, crushed and raised her breasts, leaving her nipples barely hidden under the fine shiny material. Her white vinyl miniskirt, so short that a single step was enough to reveal the roundness of her buttocks, molded her provocative hips. No thong today, Duval had been clear: "Useless, they will prefer direct access." On her feet, transparent stiletto heels, vulgar as can be, gave her the look of a free doll.

But what completed the picture was her hairstyle. Duval had taken it to a complicit hairdresser: a long platinum blonde hair, fake of course, but tied in two high pigtails, reinforcing this look of a brainless bimbo ready for anything. A few strands fell on her face made up to excess: outrageously glossed lips, eyelids painted with pink and glitter, oversized false eyelashes.

She bit her lip and sighed. She knew she was going to be humiliated, even more so than last time. But her body was already reacting, betraying that part of her that loved to be treated as an object of pleasure.

Duval entered without knocking, his gaze gliding with satisfaction over the caricature of a slut he had fashioned.

"Perfect... he growled. They will enjoy themselves.

Lexi lifted her chin, a mixture of defiance and excitement shining in her eyes.

"The same rules?" she asked in a somewhat hoarse voice.

Duval smiled, approaching to slip a firm hand under her skirt, caressing her already wet sex without embarrassment.

"Exactly the same." But this time... I doubt you'll leave dressed. These women are... how to put it... much more sadistic than my usual shareholders. They love to hear a little whore begging.

Lexi shuddered, unable to know whether this shudder came from fear or envy.

"Come on, doll." It is time for your punishment.

Duval guided her to the meeting room where her special guests were already waiting for her...

When he opened the door, Lexi felt her breath freeze for a moment. They were there. Six women, elegant, dominatrix at heart, seated around the large glass table as if for a classic meeting. But there was nothing professional about their looks.

They devoured Lexi with their eyes, each with a carnivorous smile, assessing her vulgar bimbo outfit, her blonde pigtails bouncing with each step, her breasts barely contained. She immediately felt reduced to the state of a toy, without even a word being spoken.

A dark-haired woman, in her refined forties, crossed her legs slowly. His dark suit contrasted with the sadistic sparkle of his eyes.

"So it's you, the little bitch who thinks she can resist?" she said in a calm, almost soft voice.

Sneers ran through the room as Duval closed the door behind Lexi, leaving her alone to face the predators.

"The rules are simple, my dear. The brunette said as she stood up, revealing an athletic figure under her fitted suit.

"We play with you..." You, you lose. You beg, you lose. She approached, caressing Lexi's cheek with her fingertips, sliding until she grabbed one of her pigtails to pull it back slightly.

"And believe me, we love to make little bimbos like you fall in love."

Without waiting, she slid the strap of Lexi's bra, revealing the roundness of her breast. With a precise gesture, she pinched the hardened nipple between her fingers, extracting a muffled moan from Lexi.

"So sensitive... It's going to be delicious.

The first phase began without Duval even needing to give the signal. Each of the six women approached in turn, snatching a piece of clothing from Lexi, taking great care to transform this forced striptease into a real session of tactile domination.

The second woman, a redhead with a piercing gaze, tore off the bra by pulling violently, letting Lexi's breasts spring out under the greedy gaze. Without waiting, she captured a nipple between her lips, nibbling on it before attaching a metal clamp to it that was extremely tight. Lexi closed her eyes, the mixture of pain and pleasure drawing an uncontrolled sigh from her.

"A real... She is already wet. commented the redhead, passing her hand between her thighs.

The third woman slid the mini-skirt in a slow gesture, caressing the bare skin of her exposed buttocks, before giving a loud slap that made Lexi flinch.

The others didn't just remove her heels, but forced her to stand on the table, completely naked, her clamps still fixed on her nipples, her body offered to their icy gaze.

Duval, an amused spectator, motioned to one of the women to approach the prop tray. But this time, it was much more uppled: strapons of various sizes, double-dildos, vibrators, huge plugs, leather bars.

The brunette grabbed the first strapon, adjusted it around her hips with calculated slowness, while staring straight into Lexi's eyes.

"On your knees, the doll." We'll see how far you can take it before begging.

Lexi felt her legs give way as she obeyed, aware that hell had only just begun...

Barely on her knees, Lexi felt the brunette's firm hand fall on the back of her head, guiding her unceremoniously towards the massive dildo that hung between the artificial thighs of her dominatrix.

"Open your mouth wide, bitch." You're going to learn what a real deep throat is.

The cold latex of the strapon brushed against her glossy lips before forcing its way through. With a sharp blow, the brunette pushed the dildo deep, extracting an immediate gagging from Lexi. Her hands sought support on the woman's thighs, but a stinging slap on her cheek called her to order.

"You breathe when I command you to." she hissed between her teeth, before starting to kiss her throat again, implacable.

The other women laughed, commenting on the obscene sight of this "bimbo" on her knees, her eyes watering, saliva dripping down her chin as the strapon pounded her throat relentlessly.

When the brunette finally released her, Lexi collapsed forward, panting, the streams of drool hanging from her swollen lips.

"It seems that she likes it..." The redhead said, approaching with a double-dildo in her hand.

Without giving Lexi time to catch her breath, two of them grabbed her by the arms and forced her to bend over the table. The redhead spread her thighs with a knee blow, then positioned the huge toy between her already dripping intimate lips.

"This one is for you..." but the other end is for me.

She sat across the street, putting the other half of the double-dildo inside herself, then began a back and forth movement, forcing Lexi to follow the rhythm, their pelvis slamming against each other in an obscene and brutal dance.

Lexi bit the table, trying to hold back the moans that rose in her as the redhead accelerated, the toy filling her deeply with each thrust of her loin.

"I... I'm close... she let out in a broken breath, triggering mocking laughter all around.

"Not yet, little." We are only at the beginning. replied the redhead, withdrawing abruptly, leaving Lexi empty, frustrated, her legs trembling.

The fourth woman, a blonde with icy eyes, approached with an intimidating, already lubricated.

"You thought you could escape it?" she murmured, gently caressing the fall of his loins.

With a precise gesture, she slowly pushed the plug into her anus, extracting a muffled cry from Lexi who felt her muscles tense under the invasion.

"Hold on, I'm going to make him vibrate..." the blonde whispered as she activated the device.

The sensation was immediate, devastating. Lexi felt her body betray her will, pleasure mingling with shame as the deep vibrations drove her crazy.

A fifth woman then approached with a joke that she slammed gently on the table to attract attention.

— On your knees, with your back straight, your breasts forward.

Lexi obeys, panting, her clamps still clinging to her sensitive nipples. The joker fell mercilessly on her tense breasts, snapping the bare skin with a sharp sound.

Each stroke was a mixture of sharp pain and kinky arousal that made his pleasure rise to an uncontrollable speed.

"I... I'm close... she repeated, her voice trembling.

The last woman, older but with an even more sadistic look, finally approached with a huge black strapon, much wider than the first.

"You haven't felt anything yet, my darling.

She forced Lexi to lean over the table again, tearing the plug off unceremoniously before positioning the strapon against her already dilated anus.

"We'll see if your little bimbo cat is as resistant as your big mouth..."

With a powerful blow, she penetrated her deeply, making Lexi scream, her nails scratching the surface of the table as pain and pleasure mixed in a sensory explosion.

Each thrust of her kidney caused her to lose control a little more, her body betraying her will as she approached dangerously close to the limit.

Her legs were giving way, her breasts marked by the blows, her lips swollen by the forced throat. She was no more than a puppet offered to these merciless women, her pigtails sweeping her back with every movement.

Duval finally approached, observing the scene with evident satisfaction.

"So, Lexi—" Still confident?

She wanted to answer, to challenge again, but a new brutal thrust of the strapon made her tip over towards the inevitable.

She felt the orgasm rising, uncontrollable, devastating.

"I... I don't beg... But I... I'm going to... She gasped, her voice breaking from the effort of resistance.

The women burst out laughing as the last dominatrix continued to take her until her body finally gave way.

Lexi screamed as she came violently, her thighs trembling, the imaginary of domination flowing between her legs as the strapon continued to hammer her for a few more seconds.

When at last everything stopped, she collapsed on the table, her face pressed against the cold glass, her body scarred, emptied, humiliated.

Duval leaned towards her, gently caressing one of her pigtails, a triumphant smile on his lips.

"I think this time, you're leaving naked..."

Lexi, short of breath, nevertheless sketched a tired and perverse smile.