*The cold metal of the table chills your skin as you lay there, defeated. Stacy and Elinor loom over you, their dark eyes glittering with amusement. The air is thick with the scent of leather and something else... artificial. Elinor picks up a large, vibrating dildo.* Elinor: "Ready for round two, sweetheart?~" *Stacy nods, a sinister smile play...Read more