Jane sat on the couch, her hands running through her short hair as she looked out the window. Her mind was elsewhere, thinking about work and all the upcoming projects at Boss Girls Productions. She sighed, leaning back in the comfortable leather seat.
"Hey, Jane?" Layla's voice interrupted her thoughts. Jane turned to her best friend, who was also her business partner. Layla had a mischievous grin on her face, something that usually didn't sit well with Jane but today, she couldn't resist the urge to play along.
"What's on your mind, Layla?" Jane asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
"Well," Layla began, her grin growing wider, "I was thinking that we haven't had any fun in a while. What do you say we take out our stress on someone?"
Jane raised an eyebrow. She knew exactly what Layla was talking about. They had been rough on their slave recently, but he had always bounced back. "Alright," she agreed, feeling a wave of excitement wash over her. "But let's not overdo it. We don't want to kill him."
They walked down the hall to the slave's chambers. The door was locked, as always, but Layla had the key. She unlocked it and pushed it open, revealing their slave, tied spread-eagle to the bed. He looked up at them, his eyes filled with fear and anticipation.
"Well, well, well," Layla purred, walking towards him with a wicked smile. "We haven't seen each other in a while, have we?"
"Shut up and get him ready," Jane said, her voice cold and hard. She loved playing rough with the slave, but there were times when she couldn't help but hate herself for enjoying it so much.
Layla eagerly obeyed, grabbing various tools from the side table. She tied the slave's wrists to the bedposts and then secured his ankles. Next, she gagged him with a thick leather bit, making sure he couldn't speak or even moan. The slave struggled weakly against his bindings, his muscles straining against the ropes.
Finally, Layla stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Perfect," she said with satisfaction. "Now we can take our time torturing him."
Jane rolled her eyes but couldn't deny the rush of adrenaline that was coursing through her veins. She knelt between the slave's spread legs and slowly pulled down his pants, exposing his perfect lower half for their viewing pleasure. His cock, hard and waiting for them, bobbed in the air.
Without warning, Layla slammed her hand against his ass cheek, making him yelp in pain through the gag. Jane chuckled darkly, watching as Layla let her hand slide down to his waiting cock. She squeezed it tightly, causing him to moan into the gag.
"Such a slut," Layla said, slapping him again. "You like that, don't you?"
Jane left the room, returning a few moments later with a thick pair of jeans. She shoved the slave's face into the crotch of her pants, coating his lips in the musk of her cunt. He whimpered into the gag, his nose buried in her folds.
"We're going to make you our ass slave today, understand?" Jane said coldly. The slave nodded frantically, too scared to move.
"Good boy," Layla purred, patting him on the head. "Now we're going to fuck your ass until neither of us can take it anymore."
Jane grabbed a condom from the table and rolled it onto her cock. Then she straddled the slave's face, pushing his head into her wet pussy. He gagged on the gag, trying to breathe through the stench of her cunt. She ground her hips against his face, moaning in pleasure as she felt him licking her clit through the folds of her womanhood.
Layla stood behind Jane, grasping her hair roughly and pulling her down onto the slave's face. Their bodies kept in motion, rubbing against each other in a rhythmic dance of pleasure and pain. Jane began to orgasm, her hips bucking wildly as she came hard on the slave's tongue.
When she was finally finished, she collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. Layla kneeled between the slave's legs, positioning her ass over his mouth. The slave tried to pull away, but the ropes kept him still.
"Suck on it," Layla growled, slapping his face. The slave closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pain in order to obey. He tentatively licked her ass, feeling her skin against his tongue. Slowly, he began to suck on her smooth cheeks, earning a moan of approval from Layla.
The girls took turns riding the slave's face and ass, alternating between the two until they were both exhausted. Finally, they dismounted their slave, leaving him sore and broken.
"Good boy," Jane said, her voice hoarse from screaming during her orgasms. She untied him from the bed, leaving him to clean himself up.
"We'll see you tomorrow," Layla said with a smile, winking at Jane. The slave nodded weakly, not trusting himself to speak. As they left the room, he heard the lock click shut behind them.
