WAS: Cum on both Lyna and Helena’s faces

From Create Your Own Story

Deciding to forgoe any actual intercourse tonight, you instead decide to humiliate the slaves even more by cumming on their faces. Having been sufficiently stimulated by the girls, you feel your climax is near. You stand at the head of the bed and begin jerking yourself off.

"Slaves, kneel down in front of your master and accept my seed." you command loudly.

Lyna and Helena quickly kneel down in front of your dick and press their cheeks together as you jerk off in front of their faces. The girls touch one another as they await your climax. They smile and stick their tongues out hungry for your seed. They do however keep their eyes fixed on yours. Lyna's baby blue eyes and Helena’s emerald greens excite you to no end. Their lustful gazes edge you on, you know the lust they show has no love behind it, Lyna and Helena only feel hate for you as you abuse them like this. They merely feel horny because you have molded them into sex addicts. But it doesn’t matter; lust and hate are two sides of the same coin to you.

You grunt as you cum on Lyna's and Helena’s faces. Your balls always have been able to produce plenty of fertile seed. Now that seed decorates you slaves faces. You shoot a load in both their mouths and several loads on their faces. Lyna gets cum in her eye which stings her but she does not move. Both of them are under strict orders not to move or close their eyes as you cum on them. Proud of your performance you relax on the bed as Lyna and Helena puts on a show as they eat the sperm on each other's faces. You enjoy seeing them swallow your vile seed.

After their faces are cleaned up they move up beside you and rest their heads on your muscular chest. Each time you defile them they grow a bit tamer and tamer. You begin to grope Helena's tit and Lyna's ass to remind them of their human value as they both fall asleep without complaint. A sign of a well fucked slave. You get comfortable and get ready to go to sleep. In an astonishing moment of wisdom you somehow know that the next day you will meet your fate. You ponder on what to do.


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