On the other side of the room, Roberta was also being driven towards yet another forced orgasm... hers though being far more of an assault than was mine. The slithering dildos entered and withdrew from her head and body with mechanical precision and the cadence of their penetration became faster and faster. If the dildo’s had not been self-lubricating, they’d have caused major trauma to the delicate fleshy tunnels they slithered into and out of, but plenty of lube was used. Even so, she would be very sore for some days. Despite the misery of her situation, Roberta’s arousal was forced upon her once more and she, then I, was driven yet again to the heights of sensation.
By this point, we were already exhausted, I thought, but it was just the beginning of the night! After our second forced
