Makima approached Mabui, grabbing a multi-thonged whip. She cracked it softly against Mabui's thigh, CRACK!, drawing a sharp OHH! "You like that, don't you?" Makima murmured, her voice a mix of softness and menace. Mabui nodded, her eyes half-closed. "Yes, mistress… more…" Makima struck again, harder, CRACK!, and Mabui moaned, AHH!, her body arching under the impact, her skin reddening slightly.
Mei, forced to watch, clenched her fists in her manacles. "Stop this!" she cried, but her voice trembled, her rapid breath betraying a fascination she refused to admit. Makima turned, a cruel smile on her lips.
"Stop? Oh, Mei, we're just getting started." She released Mabui, guiding her to the bed, where she lay her on her back, legs spread, wrists bound to the bars. Makima climbed on top of her, her hands exploring Mabui's body with dominating precision, drawing HMMM! and OHH! with each caress.
She rolled Mabui onto her side, binding one leg to the bar, exposing her body. Her fingers traced circles on Mabui's skin, eliciting shivers, while her lips whispered commands into her ear. "Tell her, Mabui. Tell Mei what you feel." Mabui, panting, gasped: "It's… it's perfect, mistress… I'm yours… AHH!" Makima pinched her skin slightly, drawing a cry.
Mei, still kneeling, growled, but her eyes never left the scene, her breath becoming erratic. Makima noticed, smirking. "You see, Mei? This is freedom. Letting go. You'll get there." She gestured to Mabui, who untied herself from the bed, her movements fluid despite the red marks on her skin. "Take care of her," Makima ordered.
Mabui approached Mei, whip in hand, her eyes gleaming with submissive cruelty. She knelt beside Mei, her lips brushing her ear. "You'll learn, Mizukage," she whispered, her voice soft but threatening. She ran the tip of the whip along Mei's chest, eliciting a shiver. Mei moaned, an involuntary HMMM!, and Mabui smirked, pressing her body against Mei's, her hands exploring with torturous slowness.
Makima, standing, watched, pulling down her pants to reveal her manhood. She approached, grabbing a handful of Mei's hair. "Look at me," she commanded, her voice sharp. Mei obeyed, her green eyes full of defiance but wavering. Makima released her hair, turning to Mabui. "Continue, my sweet. Show her her place."
Obedient, Mabui intensified her touch, her fingers tracing shivers on Mei's skin, drawing muffled "Ohh…" and gasping "Ahh!". Satisfied, Makima signaled for Mabui to reposition, and she lay docilely on her stomach on the bed, her curves offered, her buttocks trembling slightly with anticipation.
Makima didn't make her wait. With a firm hand, she spread her hips before thrusting into her brutally, their flesh slapping in an obscene echo. "Harder—!" Mabui begged, breathless, as Makima quickened the pace, each thrust bringing a new wet slap, a new wave of guilty pleasure.
Her hands gripped Mabui's hips with possessive greed, guiding her movements, imposing a relentless rhythm. Mabui's body arched, shaken by "Yes—! Yes!" interspersed with moans, as the heat between them rose, their breaths mingling with the thick air of the dungeon. The repeated slaps, reddening skin, sweat beading on their silhouettes.
Mei, forced to watch, felt her body betray her resistance, her moans escaping despite herself. Makima, noticing, ordered Mabui to approach Mei. "Take care of her, now," she said, her voice commanding. Mabui, still under Makima's control, knelt before Mei, her lips brushing her skin, her hands exploring with cruel precision. Mei moaned, AHH!, her body trembling under the manacles.
Makima, dominating the scene, intensified her control. She guided Mabui to stand, her body glistening with sweat. In a final gesture of dominance, Makima released a stream of semen and ordered Mei to approach. "Clean it up, Mizukage," she said, her voice an implacable command.
Mei, broken but unable to resist, complied. Her lips pressed against Makima's damp skin, tracing slow, deep hickeys, each reddish mark a seal of submission. Her muffled moans—a mix of shame and desire—resonated against the tender flesh, while her trembling hands clenched Makima's thighs.
"Get up," Makima ordered, grabbing a red silk rope from the table. Mei, panting, tried to rise, but Makima didn't give her time. She grabbed her hair, pulling her brutally toward a metal platform in the center of the dungeon, CRACK! Mei stumbled, her knees scraping the floor, SCRAPE!, leaving red marks. Makima forced her to lie on the platform, her wrists still manacled, and bound her ankles to lateral bars, stretching her in a vulnerable position, her muscles taut to the extreme.
Mabui approached, her lips brushing Mei's collarbone, eliciting an involuntary shiver. Mei growled, "Get away, you perverse bitch!" but Mabui ignored her, her nails tracing burning lines on Mei's chest, SCRATCH! Mei moaned, HMMM!, her body arching despite herself under the pain. Mabui, with cruel precision, pressed her body against Mei's, her hands exploring with torturous slowness, drawing muffled OHH!.
Makima intensified the violence, grabbing Mei's hips to pull her up brutally, forcing her to kneel on the platform, BAM! She wrapped the red rope around Mei's torso, tightening it until her skin reddened, HISS! Mei gasped, AHH!, her eyes misting with pain. Makima changed position, pulling Mei to suspend her from a chain fixed to the ceiling, her arms stretched above her head, her feet barely touching the ground. "You feel that, Mei?" Makima murmured, her whip cracking against Mei's thigh, CRACK!, drawing a sharp cry, OHH! "This is the end of your pride."