Chapter 370 The Banging Dome:>>Ep2

• Jets powered on between their legs, trained precisely at their vulvas, gently massaging their sweet spots from below. Julia was incredulous, reflexively bringing her hand to cover her pussy but unable to hold it for long before the mechanisms choked her. A few of them tried the same to stop the unwanted sensations, but could only keep their hands off the buttons for moments before relenting, forced to simply watch and endure.
• "Stop, stop!" Reyan shrieked, battling her bonds but achieving little else beyond jiggling her tits for the unknown audience. Her voice grew sore from yelling, realising they were deliberately secluded in the middle of nowhere, no-one for miles to hear their screams for help. Somehow even in this new nightmare Cait looked little more than surprised, alert but unpanicked.
• "Is this for real?" Millie mumbled, delirious from shock and near speechless at this ludicrous trap. For a moment she considered if this might be some kind of prank or fake-scare she hadn't been told about as a late addition to the bachelorette, but this really didn't seem like the crowd. Grateful as Millie had been to be invited along to her future sister-in-law's shindig, she was a tad disappointed when she heard the weekend was going to be little more than tipples and crafts, with games proposed that didn't even involve booze. It sounded like the tamest affair she could imagine. Worse still, since settling in she was sure she had heard one of the girls crying in her room. She had been hoping for something a bit more adventurous, abroad at least: perhaps a boat party, some pills and different types of handsome strangers to bed. Preparing herself for disappointment, the grip around her neck was almost a welcome change of pace. It was a far cry from her mild bondage play, but with all the dizzying action around her, it had a similar effect.