Madame Marissa and Lady Nora Engage in a Mean Facesitting Game with Their Slave (70 Seconds)
Madame Marissa and Lady Nora's Brutal Facesitting Game
In a private chamber, Madame Marissa and Lady Nora sat on plush cushioned chairs, their long legs elegantly crossed as they observed their bound slave kneeling between them. A custom-made table held two dices within easy reach. With sinister smiles, they conferred, their manicured nails tapping against the smooth surface of the table. Their eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as they hatched a plan to torment their helpless plaything.
"We'll now play a little game with the slave," whispered Madame Marissa, her lips curling into a wicked grin. "We've brought along these dices, and we'll roll them to determine how long he'll be breathless under our asses."
"For each eye of the dices," added Lady Nora, her voice cold as ice, "we'll sit on his face for 10 seconds!"
The slave squirmed, his eyes wide with terror and anticipation. Neither mistress paid any heed to his pleas for mercy. They were set on making him suffer for their amusement.
Madame Marissa rolled the dices first, her eyes glinting with malice as she revealed the outcome: seven eyes. Her companion roared with laughter, anticipating the cruel fun they were about to inflict on the trembling slave.
"That's seventy seconds!" she cackled, rubbing her hands together gleefully. "He'll stay under my ass for seventy seconds."
Without further ado, she plopped her rotund rump onto the condemned man's face, her ample cheeks engulfing his head like a hot, suffocating pillow. The air was thick with the scent of her perfume, making it difficult for him to breathe. She squeezed her buttocks together, crushing his nose against her soft flesh, eliciting muffled whimpers from deep within his throat.
Fifty seconds ticked by, every second feeling like an eternity to the poor soul beneath her. The room fell silent, save for the labored breathing of the two mistresses and the faint gasping of the slave. Then, with a wicked grin, Lady Nora shoved her own ample behind onto his face, trapping him between their firm, round asses.
The taste of their skin invaded his senses, nauseating and intoxicating at once. His limbs shook uncontrollably as he struggled to endure the excruciating weight bearing down on him. One eye of the dices rolled across the table, signaling the end of their torment. With a final push, Lady Nora dismounted from his helpless form, leaving him gasping for air.
"Now it's your turn, Madame," she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm.
Marissa remained seated, her ample rump still pressed against the slave's face as she found amusement in his plight. With a wicked chuckle, she rolled the dices once more. A single eye stared back at her—his luck had run out. Her triumphant grin widened as she prepared to inflict even more pain upon her pathetic plaything.
"Oh dear," she purred, closing her eyes in mock sympathy. "It seems that we'll be playing this game for a long time."
With that, she lowered herself onto the slave's face, her warm, soft flesh smothering him once more. His body twitched involuntarily under the overwhelming sensation of being trapped beneath two towering asses. His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as the minutes ticked by.
After what felt like an eternity, Madame Marissa rose from her throne-like position, finally releasing his face from her vice-like grip. The slave lay there, panting heavily, his eyes glassy from lack of oxygen. The mistresses laughed maniacally, their high-pitched cackles echoing through the room.
"Oh, don't worry," said Lady Nora, patting his head patronizingly. "We'll make sure to give you plenty of time to catch your breath before we play again."
And with that, they left the hapless slave to contemplate his misfortunes and await their next sadistic game.
