My companion Gaia and I are filled with a powerful urge to dominate and claim this insignificant slave. We fasten our imposing black strap-ons over our sheer pantyhose and beckon the slave. We begin to acquaint him with our formidable members, forcing them upon his face and then his throat, his mouth stretched wide but unable to encompass them. It’s time to move to the bed where I ensure his readiness and commence my assault. His violated posterior quickly molds to my strap-on. We position him on his back, his legs held aloft by Gaia as I drive into him mercilessly. He revels in the sensation while Gaia’s derriere smothers his face. We take turns, the slave wailing as Gaia’s strap-on proves to be even more immense, her merciless thrusts leaving him breathless. Following our intimate encounter, we turn to fisting, granting him no reprieve. Gaia plunges her hand into his yielding cavity, then cedes to me. My hand slides in effortlessly, and I commence to piston in and out of him. He experiences a mix of pleasure and discomfort, but to quiet his cries, Gaia assumes her place atop his face, silencing him with her own flesh.