Joana's heart hadn't stopped racing. The noble sisters—their screams, their dripping pussies, the way those spiked dildos stretched them...
She'd told herself she would go back. It was too much, too dangerous, too wrong. But the pull was stronger than her will.
She was here to know gracious mother's secrets...but here ..she found a new world of pleasure...if it was.
Joana moved forward and once again started watching everything.
The sisters were already there, naked and tied to the couch. Their plump asses hung over the edges, thighs spread wide, ropes biting into their wrists and ankles. Bruises and welts marked their skin—red and purple, a brutal artwork of the healer.
Their hairy pussies glistened, swollen and ready like they'd been waiting for this. The healer stood between them, his robes open, cock hard and heavy, his face twisted with something darker than lust. The air felt thick and heavy with a quiet that made Joana's skin prickle.
The sisters panted, their breaths uneven, eyes darting between fear and hunger. The first sister whimpered, "Ohh… what's next…" her voice shaky like she wasn't sure she wanted the answer.
The second just moaned, low and needy, "Mmm… give it to us…" her pussy already dripping onto the leather.
The healer didn't answer right away. He reached into his leather bag, slow, deliberate, and pulled out a syringe—big, thick, the kind you'd use on livestock, not people.
Its glass barrel was filled with a strange liquid, thick and milky, shimmering faintly in the light. The needle was long, blunt at the tip, more for pushing than piercing. The sisters' eyes widened, their bodies tensing against the ropes. Joana's stomach twisted, a mix of dread and heat she couldn't name.
"Still think you can take it all?" the healer asked, his voice low, almost a growl. He held the syringe up, letting them see it, letting the weight of it sink in.
The first sister swallowed hard, her ass trembling. "What… what's that for?" Her voice cracked, barely a whisper.
The second sister didn't flinch, her eyes locked on the syringe, her pussy clenching visibly. "Fuck it, do it. Fill me up." Her voice was bold, but there was a shake in it like she was daring herself as much as him.
He smirked, stepping behind the first sister. "You'll both get it. Every drop." He spread her ass cheeks wide, her hairy pussy and tight asshole bared to the lamplight. Her cunt was already wet, lips swollen, but he didn't touch her there yet. Instead, he pressed the syringe's blunt tip against her asshole, no warning, no gentleness. She gasped, "Ohh!" her body jerking as he pushed it in, slow, letting her feel the cold glass stretch her. She moaned, "Nngh, fuck…" her voice tightened with pain, but her pussy dripped more, betraying her.
He didn't rush. Held the syringe steady and pressed the plunger, pumping the strange liquid into her ass. It flowed thick, filling her, heavy and warm. She cried out, "Ahhh! It's too much!" her voice breaking as her ass clenched around the syringe, trying to push it out. But he kept going, slow and cruel, until the barrel was half-empty, her asshole swollen and leaking the milky stuff, dripping down to her pussy. Her thighs shook, her moans turning to sobs, "Ohh god, I'm so full…" but her cunt pulsed, wetter than ever.
He pulled the syringe out, the liquid oozing from her stretched hole and moved to her pussy. No pause, just shoved the tip into her cunt, deep, past her lips.
She screamed, "Fuck, nooooooooo!" as he pumped the rest of the liquid in, filling her pussy until it was stuffed, the milky stuff mixing with her own juices, spilling out around the syringe. Her whole body quaked, ropes creaking, her cries raw— "Nngh! It's gonna break me!"—but her clit throbbed, her pussy clenching like it wanted more.
The healer stepped back, admiring his work. Her holes were bloated, leaking, the liquid glistening on her thighs. She whimpered, "Ohh… fuck, I can't…" but her hips twitched, needy despite the pain.
He turned to the second sister, refilling the syringe from a jar in his bag. She didn't beg or hesitate—just spread her thighs wider, her pussy dripping, her asshole winking. "Hurry up," she growled, voice thick with want. He didn't make her wait. Jammed the syringe into her pussy first, pumping the liquid in fast, filling her cunt until it was packed, the milky stuff gushing out around the glass. She screamed, "Yes, fuck!" her voice wild, her hips bucking against the ropes. "More, give me more!" Her pussy pulsed, squirting as the liquid stretched her, her clit swollen and red.
He moved to her ass next, shoving the syringe in deep, emptying the rest into her tight hole. She moaned, "Ohh, shit, so full!" her voice cracking, her ass clenching hard, leaking the stuff down her thighs. Her cries were hungry, not scared— "Nngh, god, yessssssss!"—her body shaking, pussy dripping like a faucet.
Both sisters were a mess now—holes stuffed, swollen, dripping the strange liquid, their bodies trembling against the couch, their holes were filled to brim and there was no more space for anything, they might spill everything out.
Their moans filled the room, a mix of pain and need— "Ohh… fuck…" from the first, "Mmm… more…" from the second. Joana's breath caught, her own thighs pressing together outside the window, her head spinning with the dark heat of it all.
The healer dropped the syringe, his cock throbbing, veins bulging under the skin. He didn't wait—grabbed the first sister's hips, his fingers sinking into her bruised ass, and slammed his cock into her overstuffed pussy. The liquid gushed out around him, slick and warm, her cunt so full it barely took him. She screamed, "Ahhh! Fuck, it's too much!" her voice raw, tears streaming, but her pussy clenched tight, sucking him in. He fucked her like a whore, hard and fast, his hips slapping her welted ass, the liquid squelching with every thrust.
Her cries broke— "Nngh! Ohh god!"—her pussy squirting, mixing with the milky stuff, her body shaking like it might break.