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Catalina slept beside Kory the next night, and the night after that. She wasn’t exactly sure when it became more than that, but it was a long time coming, and neither of them made any effort to stop it. It started with touches that lingered: any remaining modesty about the closeness of their bodies or the positioning of their hands gave way under the weight of being touched.

Then there were kisses—little innocent ones at first, but each lasted longer than the last, was more intimate, and moved closer to the lips, until before she knew it, Catalina was giving Kory soulful tongue kisses instead of chaste pecks on her cheek.

After that, it was just that someone’s hand was moving under the blanket. It hardly mattered whose. It wasn’t innocent, caressing atop the panties on a receptive groin, and it didn’t get any more innocent. There were fingers, then lips, then tongues. They slept together every night, when they slept, when it wasn’t mouths locked to pussies, one tongue-lashing the other into erupting in orgasms, orgasms that left them shivering and shaking, soaked in perspiration that was also licked away.

Outside the bed, they were model prisoners, as well-behaved as the Amazons could ask for. Slaving under them became a joy, as for all the work Catalina did, she received the payment of a night with Kory: the feel of the other woman’s tongue upon her, the marvelous shudders of response Catalina got from her body, and the orgasmic convulsions that flogged them both with pleasures they needed each other to take. Sometimes it seemed like a contest as to who could stand more. They hardly heard the sounds of other women making love anymore; too busy making their own.

One night, Catalina wondered why it pleased her so much to be with Kory, her arm around the girl’s shoulders, bare legs rubbing together, her head resting on those full, ripe breasts, and the scent of her clean, perfumed body in her nostrils, where Catalina never wanted it to leave.

She’d always thought of sex as overrated, but this wasn’t that, wasn’t fucking. Whatever she’d been chasing with all those boyfriends, this seemed like what she’d really wanted, or something even better that she’d never known existed. As pleasurable as her time with Dick or the scourging the Birds of Prey had given her, but as warm and loving as family. She didn’t know what it was. She didn’t know if it was supposed to exist.

That was the happiness in slavery. The slavery wasn’t so bad either. She was worked hard by the Amazons, if you could call it work to be outdoors on Themyscira, learning a trade like blacksmithing or woodworking, practicing with weapons, sparring, or just doing exercises to build up the muscles the Amazons expected of her. It wasn’t easy, and the Amazons had no tolerance for slacking off.

They also seemed to have a knack for knowing when she was truly exhausted, and allowing her a cool drink or a restful snack in the shade. But if she hadn’t given it her all, she was expected to keep working. Always. Some days, it was only the thought of Kory that kept a civil tongue in her head.

When she did slack off, or disobey, or talk back, she was punished. Many were the Amazons who relished an excuse to take Catalina over their knee. But when she applied herself, when she truly submitted, there were rewards. The first satisfactory blow of a hammer that she laid on forge-metal, or the first time she landed a hit in sparring, the Amazons were equally quick to give her a long kiss, or a massage, or to allow her to ‘help them’ please themselves.

Catalina was in such an erotic haze from her growing relationship with Kory that she took such in stride, though it was never forced on her. Sometimes Kory would be nearby, on her own duties, and would watch, satisfied, as Catalina allowed herself to be tasted by one Amazon or another. There was no jealousy. It was like another kind of intimacy between them, between all of Paradise Island. When they wanted each other, they had each other.

And every evening, when work or training was at an end, there were festivities. Catalina wasn’t fooled by them. They were exercises in bondage, gilded in games and wine and song. But she wasn’t a slave there. When she participated, it was just as likely that she would be the one doling out punishment, or hunting down ‘stags,’ or tying up a wrestling woman. At first she didn’t join the Amazons, but after she saw Kory willingly play their reindeer games, Catalina joined in.

It was funny how the punishment she took in those games was even more intense than she was ever disciplined with as a slave, yet she didn’t feel the same hot shame, just something immense and cathartic. She thought she was still coming from the time Kory managed to tie her up, then straddled her belly and slapped her tits over and over again, the Amazons joining in until all the pain had given way to an orgy. Afterward, exhausted, they’d laid on the sands of the beach until the tide came in and washed them clean.

It was amazing how good she felt after, bustling about with Kory in the kitchen. Amazon training wasn’t all war and blood. They’d also taught her to make a mean salad, and she used those skills for Kory now, her lover looking over her shoulder every now and then to admire her progress, giving her a little nip on the neck just to remind Catalina that she was there, thinking of her.

“She should put on something nice,” Kory said. “I’m expecting company.”

“I don’t look nice?”

“You’re not wearing anything.”

“Like I said.”

Kory nipped at Catalina again, letting it linger momentarily between that and something more. Then she pulled back, teasing Catalina with how close they’d come. “Come. I’ll pick something out for you.”

Kory’s choice, and Catalina agreed enthusiastically, was a cream-colored dress of simple lines that nonetheless ended up being slinky. It fit almost perfectly, except that the hemline was shorter than usual and the bodice fit tightly, putting Catalina more on display than she was used to.

“Can you breathe?” Kory asked, stroking Catalina’s chest. She nodded, almost more to the touch than the question. “Then it’s perfect.”

Kory’s fingers touched the impression of a stiff nipple behind the clingy fabric. Catalina was only wearing panties under the dress. There were bras on Paradise Island, but they hardly seemed necessary, some of the youthful energy that permeated the place seeming to make breasts perky as a twenty-year-old’s, all on their own. Kory looked better naked and just woken up than Catalina had seen models look with full hair and make-up teams.

“More than perfect,” Kory added, seeing Catalina’s nipple respond to the pressure. “And I know he’ll like it too.”

The evident fondness with which Kory referred to ‘he’ worried Catalina. She knew Kory had other lovers, virtually everyone on the island did, but from the way she refused to talk about him, he seemed special. And Catalina didn’t know how she would sit at the table with this special person of Kory’s and talk freely, when she’d spent her days falling in love with his woman. It seemed one of the rare occasions where she’d get flustered, blush—wish Kory had some shame instead of this constant openness.

But, seeming to sense her thoughts, Kory smiled, her mien assuring Catalina that she could handle it. “Come on, that’s him. Right on time.”

She went out to meet the man. Then led Dick Grayson into the kitchen.

It was an interesting expression, the one Kory wore. Catalina might’ve expected a level of vindictiveness, some catharsis in finally springing her trap on her, but there was none. Just an anxiety, a hopefulness. Like she actually wanted them to get along.

For Dick’s part, he didn’t look sad or angry. Apprehensive, but cool and neutral otherwise. No, the main emotion’s was Catalina’s. She felt a deep sense of shame, seeing Dick again, seeing the light in him that had sprung up again after they’d been separated. She knew what she’d done to him now, burned in the heat of it without any rationalizations or justifications to protect her.

And she’d been feeling so different. It was like an entirely different person had done those things, a deeply unhappy person who Catalina wouldn’t be able to recognize in a mirror, but she was tied onto the new Catalina, the Catalina who felt good, who had a good lover, who was being a hero. Not in the way she’d once wanted, but in a smaller way, a realer way. And now she realized the pain that she’d built into the foundations of the new her. Other people’s pain, other people’s suffering… her own sick choices, selfish and cruel…

“Catalina,” Dick said, offering his hand. He smiled gravely, but sincerely. “It’s been a while.”

“Yes. It has.”

Kory kissed him, kissed him with soothing comfort, and he reciprocated unashamedly, as if to reassure her she had nothing to worry about. Catalina gleamed a little of the dynamic. Once again, she’d mistaken affection for something epic, soulful. While Kory might’ve been the love of her life, Dick was the love of Kory’s.

Kory saw Catalina’s distress and moved to her, running a hand quickly down Catalina’s arm. “He has something he wants to say to you.”

Catalina nodded, retreating into herself as much as she was able, but trying to leave some of herself open to take her punishment. She wouldn’t shirk from it. It was deserved. “I’m listening.”

“I just wanted to say that I forgive you. What happened, happened. But the Amazons are about moving past that. And Kory tells me you’ve changed. I trust her. As far as I’m concerned… there’s no bad blood between us.”

Catalina leaned too far to the right and nearly stumbled, catching herself on a counter. “Thank you, I… yes, I’m so sorry. So sorry…”

Kory took her arm, gently straightening her. “Come. The food’s ready.”

***

“My sister betrayed me. Had me enslaved. Experimented on,” Kory said over her portion of the salad. “For a long time, I hated her. But hating her didn’t do any good. It only hurt me. I believe there is justice in vengeance, but there are kinds of revenge that only hurt ourselves. When I forgave her, the hatred I lost left more room for happiness. Diana reminded me of that. Afterwards, we knew the only way for me to truly be an Amazon was not only to forgive you, Catalina, but to help you be worthy of forgiveness.”

Catalina wasn’t touching her food. “I can’t believe that you’d do all that for me. Spend all that effort on me. Couldn’t you have just… locked me up and thrown away the key?”

“That wouldn’t destroy the evil that hurt Dick,” Kory said, taking his hand. “It would only let it fester. And to kill someone who is not a threat…”

“We couldn’t do that,” Dick said. “It would only be holding onto our hatred tighter. Holding onto it forever.”

“We didn’t set out to help you. We set out to help ourselves, to rid our family of the damage you did. And we have. You’ve completed your training, Catalina. You’re free to go.”

Catalina blinked. “Go? Go where?”

“Anywhere,” Kory replied. “Not the United States, of course—you’re on their no-fly list. But anywhere else in the world, you can call home.”

“This is the only home I’ve really…” Catalina stopped herself, spearing some salad, biting down on it, as if she could swallow up this whole experience, take the island with her and let it sustain her forever. “How can you trust that I won’t go bad?”

“Do you want us not to trust you?” Dick asked.

Catalina looked between them. “Do you want me to leave?”

Kory answered for them. “We want you to be happy.”

Afterwards they went into the den for coffee. Already this felt, not like Kory’s quarters, but like a stranger’s house, a hotel where Catalina had been a guest until the rent ran out. She didn’t want to go back to Man’s World. She didn’t want to be who she had been over there.

Kory brought in a tray of coffee, setting it down on a desk where Dick was seated, checking a laptop. Kory set the tray down on his desk, then came up slowly behind Catalina, who was lost in thought.

She spoke in a soft voice: “He’s not angry at you. I was angry at you. But it was his idea to offer you this.”

“And to take it away?” Catalina asked, equally quiet.

“No one’s taking it away. You said you wanted to leave. Now you can.”

“Well, now I don’t want to!” Catalina said, forgetting to care how petulant she sounded.

The entitlement of the old Tarantula, still right there. Catalina hung her head and felt like crying, but wouldn’t let herself. She didn’t deserve to cry, not in this room where two of her victims had built a life of love and happiness. A life they deserved, but not her.

Dick lounged back in his chair. “So you want to stay then? Be an Amazon? Knowing what it entails?”

“Yes!” Catalina gasped. The possibility of it seemed miraculous. “I want to be punished however you see fit! I want to have sisters! I want to be part of this, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your slave, your whore, just don’t send me away! Let me stay! Please, Kory, if any of it was real—“

“It was all real,” Kory assured her. “I loved my sister, despite how she hurt me. And I love you, not for what you did, but for who you are. You’ve stopped being that woman. You don’t have to be her ever again.”

“Yes.” Catalina got down on her knees. “I’ll be whoever you want me to be! I’ll be good! I’ll be your good girl! Your good girl who does whatever you say!”

She heard Dick’s chair squeal backwards as he got up. She looked to him, and his eyes focused on hers for a moment, then dropped steadily downward, studying her from head to toe. Catalina’s face reddened as his eyes focused on her breasts—fuller than usual in the tight, borrowed dress.

“First, we’ll see if we can play with you,” Dick said. “Then we’ll see if we can use you…”

Suddenly Kory grabbed her arms from behind, pulling her back until she was bent like a bow, her head resting on Kory’s shoulder. “We can use her for all kinds of things,” Kory promised, tightening her grip.

Catalina’s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as Dick walked around his desk, slowly, still looking Catalina up and down. He put his hands on his hips, pushing back the hem of his jacket, and he tilted his head this way and that to size Catalina up.

“Is that what you want for yourself?” he asked. “To be used by us? To get only the pleasure we decide you should have? Do you want to be our whore, Catalina Flores?”

Catalina found herself nodding. No ego, no self-righteous sense of entitlement. Just an awareness that this was how she could make up for the harm she had done. How she could prove herself an Amazon. She had seen how loving Kory could be, how authoritative Dick was. Now she had to submit to them.

Kory tightened her grip on Catalina. “Go on then, Dick. Don’t keep her waiting. And don’t worry—it’s an old dress.”

Dick moved some papers on his desk, revealing a pair of silver-plated scissors. He picked them up, spinning them around his forefinger, and came at Catalina, the blades catching the light, big and threatening.

“What are you—“ Catalina stammered, but even as she said the words, she already knew what was coming.

Dick pulled the neck of her dress away from her body, already rending it, then he started to cut it, his scissors snapping from neck to navel, blades tapping against her skin. Catalina panted harshly, feeling her desperation increase with every snip he made through her lovely dress. She didn’t want to get away, she didn’t want him to stop, but this was all prelude. She wanted what came next.

Finished, Dick tossed the scissors aside, then grabbed the cut he made and ripped it open. Catalina gasped aloud as her breasts were freed, heaving into the widening gap he’d made. Kory tilted her head back and her breasts lifted, even more on display, showing off now that the nipples were hard with fear. Arousal.

Dick cupped her breasts in his hands, plying them like lumps of dough, scissoring his knuckles on her nipples until her eyes welled with tears. Catalina moaned, squirming, something about his indifference to her, how he was performing for Kory, how she could feel Kory’s gathering enthusiasm as she watched Catalina being groped… all the lust was pressing in on her, but Dick, at least, didn’t give a damn about her, she didn’t have to think about how to return the affection, she just had to take it, survive it.

“Kiss her,” Kory commanded, holding her head in place.

“Yes,” Dick agreed, and leaned in to hit Catalina with a crushing kiss. Her body jerked, thrashing like a dying fish, but Kory held her upright as Dick ravished her, his tongue exploring the interior of her mouth, making her tongue respond to it, twitching, flitting about, now eluding his, now joining it. She felt Kory’s frisky tongue as well, licking the back of her neck, and for a crazy moment she thought that Dick and Kory could kiss right through her, they loved each other so much.

Dick pressed closer to Catalina and she felt a stirring hardness in his pants, a steely bar that grew bigger and harder every time he rubbed against Catalina. Her knees weakened, but Kory was still there, holding Catalina in place, not letting her escape. She could scarcely breathe with the way he was kissing her, his hands sliding down, off her body to grope Kory’s hips—he could hear Kory sigh in passion. Kory let go of Catalina with one hand, moving it to her breast, and if Catalina’s nipples had been hard before, now they seemed to explode against Kory’s warm, smooth hands—stiffening, throbbing…

“You were very nice to me, Catalina,” Kory whispered in her ear. “Now you’re going to be as nice to Dick as you were to me.”

Her tongue stayed active in Catalina’s ear after she’d spoken, punctuating her soft-spoken words, her long mane of hair tickling the side of Catalina’s face as the kiss deepened between all three of them. The hair alone was like a battering ram against her senses, a powerful flashback, an explosion knocking her out of the moment and into the memory of the wiry bush of it between Kory’s legs, its tickle against her lips and tongue—she could almost taste it.

But Dick was kissing her, erasing the memory with the present, with sensation, his tongue rolling in her mouth, his cologne replacing the smell of Kory. She was being double-teamed, overwhelmed, and she felt very weak, very young, not at all the sort of person who could resist such passion, even if she wanted to, even if she didn’t want to ride with that feeling, be worthy of it.

She’d never been strong, just cruel, but she thought she might start to be strong. It was strength to give herself over to them, wasn’t it, to not have to prove something by holding back or having to dominate just to feel good about herself?

They wound up in the bedroom, where Catalina had been many times before, but only with Kory. Now it seemed familiar once more—not the barren, alien place the kitchen had been when she’d thought she was betrayed—but with Dick, it was startlingly new. Her torn, ruined dress was falling off her shoulders, sliding completely off her as they bustled her toward the bed. She stumbled once, her bare leg brushing the giant bulge in Dick’s well-fitting pants, and a tingle raced up and down her body. She wouldn’t be stealing that now. He would be giving it to her. It felt so wonderful—undeserved grace.

They shoved her against the bedpost and Catalina drunkenly rolled around it, sitting down on the foot of the bed in just her panties. She stretched in response, preening a little, making her breasts jiggle for them. It felt good, especially knowing that Dick and Kory were watching her with approving eyes.

Dick sat down beside her. He unzipped his fly, took himself out of it. He was bigger than Catalina remembered, bigger than seemed able to fit in his briefs, bigger than she could take. But Kory was eying it like an old friend, so it had to be real. And for a moment, Catalina wondered what he would do to her. Jerk her head down into his lap? Take her over his lap and give her a spanking? Catalina thought of scenario after scenario, and knew she would do them all, anything to please, to be worthy of this second chance.

Dick pulled her into his lap by the panties, sliding them down over the swell of her ass, touching her with something thick and hot and bare. It was his cock, rubbing over her naked ass, between her cheeks, along her curves, growing hard as she writhed on top of him, trying to get more contact with it.

Kory leaned over the squirming, twitching, anxious Catalina, kissing her. Catalina could’ve kissed back all night, but she knew that even better things were waiting for her. Her luck had finally changed. She was no longer ruled by her own fears and doubts, but by her masters—generous, loving, and kind.

And by the handcuffs Dick snapped onto her wrist.

“What?” Catalina asked, shrinking back. Kory helped Dick drag her up the bed, to the headboard, where he hooked the other loop to chain her to the bed. “What is this? I was… I wanted this, I was going along…”

“We know,” Dick said, tossing Kory another handcuff. The Tamaranian easily grabbed Catalina’s other arm, cuffed it, trapped it, so that Catalina was completely restrained. “But you need to remember that you’re ours. That you’re submitting to us. You are, aren’t you?”

Kory giggled winningly. “Our plaything. Our whore. Our slave. Because you wanted to be, remember?”

Catalina bit her lip. She couldn’t deny it. And already, Dick was kissing her jawline all the way to her ear, while Catalina strained and writhed, not even sure if she wanted to be free, but knowing she had to move, to struggle. She thought that she couldn’t escape (even if she wanted to) and the thought wasn’t frightening, but comforting. She couldn’t ruin this, no matter what she did. They wouldn’t let her.

She wasn’t the kind of person who thought it an insult to be used this way, not anymore. She wondered if that meant she’d been broken in. Or if it meant she’d become a better person.

Dick straddled her prone body, his cock angled down to her face. “I have a wife,” Dick said. “She’s in a wheelchair. Can’t have children. I want you to be our surrogate.”

“I will!” Catalina promised. “I’ll have your baby for me, you can use me for that, use me for anything—“

“Oh, should we?” Kory asked, playfully rubbing Catalina’s thighs.

“I don’t love you,” he said. “And it would my baby, mine and Barbara’s, not yours. You can stay on the island, and we’ll bring her to visit you, and I’m sure Kory will appreciate your company, but that’s the end of it. You’re not part of my life, except for how I can use you. How you’ve volunteered to be used.”

“Yes! Yes!”

“You don’t need to say you want that,” Dick interrupted, before she could gush anymore. “I already know you do. Eat it. Eat all of it.”

His cock bumped her lips. They opened instinctively. He thrust into her mouth, sudden plunge almost choking her, but her mouth and her throat were opening for him, as eager to please as she was, her very flesh submitting to him.

Kory brought her hand over, circling the fingers around the base of Dick’s cock, controlling how much of him entered Catalina’s mouth. She knew how much Catalina could take, and with her steady guidance, she was able to suck Dick slower, more carefully. Catalina realized she wasn’t very good at sucking cock. She had to be slow, and careful, until Dick taught her to be a better cocksucker.

She wanted to be such a good cocksucker for him. Amazing, how once she’d thought that was an insult, but wasn’t it so much better to bring pleasure than to be able to hurt, to kill, to rape?

Dick leaned forward, grasping the headboard. His knees flanked her head, allowing him to thrust deeply into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. Catalina almost gagged, but willed herself not to, to just suck him. She wished she could use her hands, slow him down, let her suck at her own place, but she had to trust in Kory. Kory had let him throat her, knowing she could take it, and she had. Kory loved her…

Sex with Dick before had been wrong, forceful and brutal, both of them expressing self-loathing and mutual hatred, just with their bodies instead of their fists. And it had still turned Catalina on. Dirty, nasty sex was still enjoyable to her, if only because she hadn’t realized how vile it had really been.

But Kory had put that into perspective. Showed her how there was nothing wrong, nothing weak, about lovemaking that was gentle and sweet. Or being brutalized in a way that was knowing, considered. It was a different Catalina that this appealed to, one without the old one’s self-loathing, one who didn’t have to cater to beliefs that sex was wrong or shameful.

This new Catalina wasn’t a bad person, though Catalina surely would’ve thought so once—would’ve thought her pathetic and slutty for what she was going along with. But now, Catalina kinda liked her. She could show Catalina good time, if given half the chance. And this new Catalina, this Amazon Catalina… she was in charge now, had been since Dick ripped her dress open. She was the Catalina that Catalina wanted to be. And she could be. With Dick and Kory’s help, she could be.

Her hands jerked at the clinking handcuffs, stretching the chains taut. She didn’t want to escape, but wanted to repay her lovers, touch them, love them… The bed sagged a little and she knew, without looking, that Catalina had joined them. The three of them sharing one bed.

A soft, familiar hand slipped to Catalina’s groin. She spread her legs quickly, willingly. A finger tickled her slit, teased her mercilessly, and she moaned around Dick’s rod—then the teasing stopped. Kory’s finger went where it belonged, knuckles grinding against the lips of her sex. Inside, she was so wet, so juicy. She felt like she would be that way from now on, for as long as Dick and Kory would have her. It would save so much time; they could use her whenever they wanted.

Dick leaned back, his cock pulled slowly from Catalina’s mouth as she tried to keep him with her lips, her tongue—it was a lost cause. Now Catalina could only watch as Kory’s hand squeezed his shaft, stroked his balls, all of it happening maddeningly before her eyes, so close that she could feel the heat, smell the sweat, but not touch.

“If you unlock me, you can do whatever you want with me!” Catalina promised.

“We can already do whatever we want with you,” Dick replied. “And besides, you haven’t earned my cum yet.”

“I have!” Kory piped up, proud of herself. “And don’t worry—I’ll share with you.”

“You’ll make such a good cum-rag,” Dick said. He reached down to toy with Catalina’s breasts, breathing hard despite himself as Kory jerked him off. “We like you this way. You’re helpless, hopeless, a slave to our needs. It’s very arousing. Isn’t it, Kory?”

“Oh yes!” Kory agreed. Catalina’s mouth gaped open as she felt another finger—mockingly, Kory slapped Dick’s manhood down on her open lips before pulling it away. Fuck, she was domming both of them… “I can feel how wet she’s getting. I can’t wait for you to try her cunt—so nice and tight…”

“When she’s earned it,” Dick said.

“When she’s earned it,” Kory agreed. “I think she’s really going to like earning it.”

Kory was almost swooning, she so loved the feel of Dick in her fist. He felt so hot in her palm, pulsing and jerking with every slide up and down the shaft. He was big and long and so hard, and while she usually liked cock, she liked this cock the best. It was a mark of how totally she’d forgiven Catalina that she’d decided to share it with her.

“And don’t worry, Catalina. We really like being the ones who hold the keys. You wouldn’t know, being such a submissive, but it’s just as much fun for us to use you as it is for you to be used.”

Catalina stared coming, hunching against Kory’s hand, unable to suppress the grunts and groans. And Dick’s cock was so close that he could feel every vocalization on the purple head.

Dick flicked his fingertips back and forth across Catalina’s nipples, almost mocking her for how hard they were. “And that’s quite a lot of fun, isn’t it?”

Kory pushed a third finger all the way into Catalina. She came again, hard and almost painful, but wonderful. Excruciatingly wonderful. Her mouth opened and her eyes burned, begging to just taste Dick’s cock again.

“Yes,” Kory said, her sing-song voice brighter than ever. “You’re fated to be our bitch, Catalina. But it’s not so bad, is it? We’re going to get the most out of you. We won’t be content with just a little bit of you, oh no. You’re all ours. We own you. And a good thing too. I think we could use a cum-rag. Right… about… now!”

Dick went rigid. When Kory felt the first hot spurt run over her fist, she lost all self-control and laughed victoriously. Catalina bent her head at an uncomfortable angle, knowing it would kill her in the morning, not caring as long as she was able to take Dick’s cock in her mouth, clog her throat with his sweet cum. With the taste of jizz in her mouth, she came again, harder than ever.

Kory pulled her fingers from Catalina’s cunt, holding them before Dick’s mouth. He sucked away the cream, enjoying the taste that spiced up his emission into Catalina’s drawing lips.

“Now that,” Kory said, “is a very good cum-rag.”

Catalina swallowed. The only thing that could stop her from smiling was the need to lick her lips clean. “And a very happy one.”