Solomon's Church of the Third Revelation

[Britwitch]

"You two...look almost too good to ruin."

She wanted to say that they also looked too good to refuse but then she almost never did anyway. And she was too excited to speak clearly. They’d spent so much time just missing one another recently that to just be in the same room with them both was overpowering.

It was true though. Both clad in monotone shades, him lines and sharpness, her curves and cleavage, she could well believe they planned it so. But then her sister's taste was as excellent as his. She was sure they matched one another without intention. Further proof, if it were needed, of what a formidable pair they were.

Both knowing and understanding the other so well, not to mention their knowledge of her too. That's what made all of this so exciting. She'd been involved in the preparation of previous scenes enough to know the effort it took. That they would have been thinking of her in their scheming was...she didn't know the right word. Touching, almost.

"But I'm going to anyway."

He pulled her to him and she almost melted there and then. Eyes drawn to the devastating beauty watching them both while her mind was consumed with the feel of his hands and mouth. She steeled herself to focus. She'd only just arrived. She couldn't afford to allow them to overwhelm her so quickly. So easily. She didn't know what lay in wait but she knew it would be more than this. She had to resist the urge that so easily welled up inside to submit and

Attention. Focus. Restraint. Those were always the things that failed her in times like this and so she rallied. Rules, whispered into her ear, listened to carefully and acknowledged with a soft nod of her head.

"What you don't know is the rest..."

She listened carefully. She knew the sins, she did. Everyone did, didn’t they? But she fought to memorise them. In times past she'd managed to almost forget her name in their presence. She needed those seven little words to be accessible in her mind before they ruined her body. Ready to call upon.

Envy. Greed. Pride. Glutton. Lust. Sloth. Wrath.

She repeated them to herself, imagination already trying to guess what might await her in relation to each one. Failing, she was sure, to come even close.

"But, guessing correctly grants you passage from one room to the other, but when that actually happens afterward is entirely decided by us. You move forward when we're done with you there, and not a moment before."

She had just drawn breath to say she understood when he kissed her, almost fierce in his control. She kissed back readily, longing to turn and curl arms around his neck, kiss him at length until their lips were puffy and pink...then crossing the room to do the same to her.

"Now is your last chance. If you have any questions, ask them now. If you want to back out, simply walk out the door behind you. Otherwise..."

Blue eyes widened as his grip tightened. She had a feeling, no, she knew she would experience more than that if she stayed.
And it was that knowledge that stayed any words that might have come to her mouth, that kept her feet where they were.

"Join your sister, and she'll lead you to the first room."

"Yes Daddy." She smiled back over her shoulder at him. "I understand."
Heels then carried her over to the woman stood waiting for her. A kiss for her, slow and leisurely, her lips a decadent treat she could enjoy all day but that she knew she could not.

Sighing quietly she broke it, stepping back to smile. Unable to hide the excitement tinged with the slightest hint of uncertainty that both of them had to know would be there.

She trusted them both, implicitly, she had to. That didn't mean she wasn't allowed to worry, just a little, about what she was getting into.

But standing and worrying wouldn't help and she was curious, more than anything, to know what waiting behind the doors that lay ahead. Curious how each sin would manifest itself. How well she would recognise them. How she would ever make it through them all...if indeed she did. With these questions and more swirling in her brain, a hand was slipped into one of hers and a nervous giggle bubbled out of her mouth.

"Please, sis, lead me into temptation...?"

 

[Miss_Vivi]

"Please, sis, lead me into temptation...?"

Soft chuckles were her answer, as one small hand fit into the others and like the inseparable yin and yang that they were, they stepped off down the stairs into the dark. His footsteps trailing them.

Vi considered how they had gotten to this point, from that Halloween party so long ago. She had wanted to help destroy her beautiful British one then, but to stand up to him. To not bend when he wanted her to. To this day there was this push and pull of power, between them, his understated and hers always dramatic, often happily caught in the middle was her sister submissive. She could not imagine one of them without the other two.

Still, when she had stepped from the confessional tonight and he had led her down to the refashioned purgatory, there had never not been a point when the were touching, or kissing, or teasing one another. She fit easily into his arms and he'd had to stop her from getting carried away once or five times. When her sister had stepped from the confessional looking like a vision in navy chiffon, Vi had to remind herself to breathe and to wipe the last of her red lipstick from his bottom lip.

She stared at them both while he explained the rules, Vi letting him drone on, just enjoying the sound of his voice. It calmed her, prepared her, and excited her, the kisses that her befreckled sister bestowed on her moments later, mere icing on the cake.

Never one without the other two.

It was to her first sumptuous room that she led her sister to, their heels each sinking into the deep thick white carpet as they stepped across the threshold. She smiled at the soft intake of breath of her sister's. The room was a very large closet, with small satin benches before all of the open doors that contained within, skirts and dresses of all manners in both their sizes, shoes that fit them both, so many heels and purses. Hair pins, jewelry of all manner, it was almost obscene. At the head of the room, under the large windows, were two identical glass cases.

At the first glance it was hard to tell what was within, and that was even if you could tear your eyes away from the rest of the room. However, once you looked it was obvious that the two glass cases contained two collars. One delicately red, and the other blue. They were shimmery and strong, intended to contain and control two very strong women. She had helped with the creation of them, and could hardly breathe herself when she had finally seen them.

He wasn't with them at the moment. A different set of bare feet entered the room and curtsied as she'd been taught.

"Violet." Her name was softly spoken, but immediately attended to.

"Mistress." An inclined head, a soft smile, Violet was prepared to handle what may come next.

"I think the blue rope, darling and then attend to me." Violet quickly swept off, and Vi placed her hand on her sister's shoulder, "My darling one, please step to the dias, Daddy has asked that I prepare you for tonight."

Her sister silently did as she was bid and stood still while Vi removed her clothing, slowly and methodically, with none of her usual silliness, though she pressed small kisses down her sister's spine as the dress fell beneath her capable hands. Soon she was completely bare under the chandelier and Vi couldn't help but admire, touch, leave small red lipstick prints where before their were none.

Violet was soon at her side, and Vi quickly bound her sister with a chest harness, which was both intricate and simple and would serve as her lead through these seven rooms.

Once she was bound, the rope winding it's way over her perfectly creamy skin, Vi stood back to admire, before once more pulling her sister into her arms, and kissing her deeply, knowing that her red lipstick would stain her sister's pink ones, that this kiss was to be the first of many marks both obvious and not so obviously given to her. It is perhaps without surprise to either of them that Vi lost a little bit of her control, deepening her kiss, and letting her hands roam over bare, exposed, soft skin.

"Ahem." Violet's soft voice pulled her attention away from her sister.

One more thing, and Vi stepped back to let Violet attend to her sister, dusted from head to toe with an iridescent scented powder, smelling of jasmine, a rich scent that reeled in the senses and left one feeling heady.

The door opened and Vi let another smile escape, he had joined them, and she heard the soft jingle of keys that only made Vi's own knees go weak.

"Daddy, she is ready."

Vi shooed her assistant from the room, and turned to present her sister to him.

Never one without the other two.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He had watched them disappear, and for a time he was still and silent in the Sanctuary, listening to the sound of their receding footsteps. Once stillness returned, the internal clock in his head began ticking, measuring out the time until he'd join them. While he waited, he crossed to the unattended bar and slip behind it as if he owned the place - which, of course, he at least partially did - and he overturned a glass on the reflective wooden bar. His hands worked smoothly, removing the top of a clear glass bottle, unblemished with sticker, label, or brand. Inside swam spices, a small collection of allspice, a stick of vanilla clinking softly against the glass, all submerged in dark rum. His thumb slipped over the bottle's opening, leaving only half the previous space for the liquid to escape but assuring none of the other ingredients made it into his glass, and he poured until the glass was half full. Recapping the bottle, it slid it back onto the shelf, then pushed the pad of his thumb between his lips, sucking the rum free of the swirls and lines of his thumb print. Lifting the glass, he waved it under his nose first, smelling the combination of spices and alcohol and nodding slightly to himself. Next, he drank a small sip sucked in between parted lips, and the liquid was swirled across his tongue. The spices had been soaking in the rum for a time, infusing it with their various flavors, and it seemed they would be ready to come out before much longer.

Almost ready.

Which, he though, must his girls be as well. His wrist was bare, no watch consulted, but then no time was given before he'd join them. The first timepiece any of them would see from this point forward, in fact, would be in his bedroom. Time, so rigidly defined in seconds and minutes and hours, had no place here tonight. Time would be a feeling, some moments passing by far too quickly, others seemingly to drag on into eternity. At least, for some they would.

The thought brought an unseen smile to his lips as he made his way into the darkness of Purgatory, another drink of the spiced rum welcoming him to the lower level of Solomon's. His pace was unhurried, one hand in the pocket of his slacks, fingers toying absently with the ring of keys in his pocket, the metallic jingle a sort of music for his journey. He arrived a short minute later, but a moment was taken before he acknowledged any of the women in the room. Turning his back to them, the keys were removed, and a key with the number 1 written on it was pulled from the ring.

Key in lock. Twist. Remove. Test of the knob to find it locked.

Each room had three, and only three, doors. The first would be the one through which they all entered, which was quickly locked behind them. Enter only. The second would be the 'service' door, allowing entry to any that may be participating in the activities of that particular room, as well as a quick exit were a safe word to be employed at any point in the evening. The third and final door was on the opposite end of the room from the entrance, and it was already locked upon entry to the room. A small hook next to it would hold the same key that had locked the entrance door behind them, and only after the Sin had been guessed could it be removed to unlock the door so they may move forward.

It was to the first door he turned his back now, the key still held in his hand, so he might face the pair of them. He was unsurprised to find freckles already naked and trussed in a harness that only enhanced her breasts. He wasn't complaining.

He let time pass slowly, his eyes openly and eagerly dancing over bared skin, pointed nipples, flare of hips and juncture of thighs, and he drained the remainder of rum from his glass. Wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Dragging his eyes away from her for only a moment, he set the glass on a small table to the side, deaf to the small clink as it contacted a bottle of perfume.

Each step as he crossed to where they stood was whisper-quiet on the thick carpet, the fibers rebounding quickly in his wake, and he stopped just in front of the naked one of the pair. His eyes remained up this time, watching her face. Between them, he held up the silver key.

"This is what lets you out of here.. when you guess correctly."

The key was moved from between them then, held out to the redhead that had tied her up so enticingly, and his eyes slid to look at her.

"Hang the key for me, little one."

Once it was out from between his fingers, he reached out with both hands. One hand found the center of the harness on her chest, and his fingers coiled around the rope and pulled her against him. The other found her breast again, bare now, the nipple pushing into his palm, fingers curled and digging into the soft flesh. His mouth met hers, full and crushing, his tongue teasing against her lips, tasting her mixed with the liquor on his breath. He held her close that way, their mouths together as his hand moved, thumb teasing across her nipple, until he felt the presence of their third return to their side.

Mouths parting, he released her breast from his hand and used the harness to move her back a step, then released that as well. His eyes slid again to the redhead, all but fully dressed like he, and he grinned at her then turned his eyes forward again.

"I think your sister is a bit overdressed, freckles. Help her with that."

Another quick grin was cast to his side, and then he moved away from the pair of them, cushioned and silent steps carrying him towards the large windows, and the cases beneath them. Pausing before them, he considered each in turn, and then slowly lifted the glass cover from each case, lowering them to the carpet so the collars were exposed. Waiting.

One was lifted into his fingers, the buckle opened before he turned back to the pair of them. Again he found himself silent and watching, eyes drifting without a home between the pair of them, watching as hands and mouths roamed and tangled, as bodies touched and flesh was revealed to him. He was close to them a moment later, and as tempting as the idea of joining them was, he had other things to occupy himself with, and so it was that the blue collar slid around the neck of the freckled one in the harness, and was buckled snugly around her.

Tearing himself from them, he returned to the second case and lifted the collar into his hands, the buckle again opened as he returned to them. Behind the redhead now, he looped the other collar around her neck, fingers fastening the collar in place.

He circled around them then, hands trailing across exposed bodies, teasing touches as he moved to the opposite side, leaving the witch between the pair of them. Fingers splayed, tips trailing up the back of her neck and into short dark hair, and he found a grip there and pulled, again tipping her head back, exposing her throat. Head tipped, his mouth attacked her neck, lips and teeth moving against her, tasting the salt of her skin. Over his shoulder, he reached out to find purchase in longer, redder hair, and he pulled her mouth to just above the blue collar on the other side.

Surrounded by the room of decadent clothing, together they worked to drive the sanity from their naked toy.

 

[Britwitch]

The room was breath taking and for the first few moments inside it all she could do was look around. Mirrored cabinets from floor to ceiling giving the illusion of space and light, plush carpet beneath their heels, all in pure white.
Clothes and shoes, all possible shades and styles represented and each more tempting than the last. She smiled certain her sister had a hand in this room's design. She'd often spoke of wanting to dress her. Oh, the fun they could have in this room...

But for now a different purpose she was sure. Ushered to stand on the platform provided she stood shyly while the attendant went to fetch her sister's required item and let her sister undress her. Dress eased off, stockings rolled down, shoes, underwear. All the effort to impress gone in a few moments but it didn't matter. To be naked here, with them, seemed right.
Then came the rope, winding around her upper body, crossing her chest, steadily binding her torso with a pretty pattern of blue coloured rope. She stood still, moving her arms when needed, watching the concentration on her sister's face with a smile.

All the while, she was thinking. This was the first room. That meant this room had a sin attached to it and it wasn't going to be easy to pick it.
It could well be Lust but then, she always felt lust with either of them. Same for Greed really.
She didn't think it was Sloth but then, she hadn't done much yet so maybe...
The sheer amount of clothing in the room might be Gluttony.
All these mirrors yelled of vanity and Pride.
She didn't think this was a room of Envy, she'd seen two collars in the cases at the end of the room so assuming they would be worn, neither would be left out.
The only sin she had ruled out was Wrath. But, that still left six options.

She chewed on her lip absent mindedly before her gorgeous sister stole her attention with a kiss.
Arms surrounded her enticing figure and the pair were lost. Tongue and lips making a desperate connection, hands roaming to stroke and squeeze, before a quiet cough separated them and she felt fine powder being dusted over her skin.

Naked and bound. Apparently ready. And then he was with them.
She blushed under his gaze, watching him looking at her. Taking in her sister's handiwork and the rest of her all at once. Then another kiss, from his mouth now, searing and consuming, leaving her breathless when her sister returned to them.

An instruction and obediently followed. With all the care she had been undressed, she did the same to her sister. Corset unfastened and skirt unzipped. A playful giggle as shirt was unfastened and it too was removed. Only underwear left now and the stunning creature within it. Nibbling the back of her neck, she undid her bra and tossed it aside to land on the rest of her clothes on a nearby chair. Hands stole around to cup and massage the beautiful breasts now on show before she lowered herself to remove the last pieces of clothing until the pair were as naked as each other.

More kisses, more giggles. So many curves, so much to touch...to tease...and then she felt it.
The feeling of the collar slipping around her throat and tightening. She felt a pulse in her stomach, something thrilling and calming all at once. She watched with excited eyes as her sister was given her own. The colour perfect for her, as was her own. The blue hue had caught her eye when she'd first spied them. A smile shared between the two sisters as he walked through where they stood.

Then her eyes rolled shut as the pair attacked her from both sides. Weak spots targeted and tormented. A deep shuddering breath was taken, the rope around her chest feeling tight for a second. His hand in her hair and his mouth on her neck. Her sister on the other side and the two making it almost impossible to stand. She wanted them both. To hold them, touch them...taste them. Her own hands reaching out to stroke her sister's side and curl fingers into the material of his jacket. Damn she wanted them, and it had been so very long. Her mind wondered what might lay ahead and just what the pair so easily melting her brain had in store. She knew it had been planned with her in mind and so she didn't doubt the state she'd be in by the end, if she was already squirming with toes curling into the carpet and a steady stream of whines leaving her lips who knew what she'd be like by the time the later rooms came round.

So many rooms. So much lay ahead.

So much.

Maybe that was it...maybe that was the sin.
Surrounded by so many things, too many things. It was the desire to possess and with their collars in place that was what they were. Although, she grinned, they were owned without them anyway.

She hesitated, she didn't want to leave this, to end this. To be here with them, like this, was wonderful.
Then she remembered the rules.
A correct guess would let her move on but she wouldn't go anywhere until they were done. She hadn't considered what would happen if she guessed wrongly, certain there would be more to it than just not moving onto the next room.

A shaky breath was drawn in between her moans, and a little whimper as both of them managed to hit a sensitive point at the same time.
"Is it...this room...is it Greed...?"
She knew she could never have enough of either of them.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

"Is it...this room...is it Greed...?"
Her voice is tremulous and quiet in the large room, barely above the heated breath the three of them shared. She almost wanted to laugh, though she didn't know if it was with joy or sadness at her sister's sweet guess.

You see, there had been an agreement between them. Brit would get three guesses as to the room they were in. Wrong guesses would lead to punishment, correct guesses led to pleasure and the ability to move to the next room. This guess had been.. this guess well...

Vi tore herself from the three of them, from the warmth of his touch, from the sweetness of her sister's. She disliked that she had been stripped naked, that she had been forced to stroll about with only her collar. Apparently in his head, this room meant nakedness. Barbarian. In this moment she would defy him, and let her sister know she had been right...

...or wrong.

Violet was unobtrusively at her side once more, ready to fit her Mistresses into the long silk red robe, the wide tie wrapping several times around her waist. She might have had it made once she saw her collar, another was in the closet for her sister. Which she wouldn't be allowed to wear tonight. The fabric parted lasciviously at her thighs with every step, hanging off her shoulders showcasing the collar on her neck perfectly, the fabric trailed behind her as she moved back to her sister. Fire glinted from her eyes, her collar, her hair, and the coil of flame that stalked her.

Every bit the Red Devil that her Daddy called her.

Fingers curled into the harness that held her sister's beautiful breasts, and for the moment Vi barely resisted the urge to smack them red. She held the urge in check. After all, she would hate to confuse the poor thing, especially when she had guessed right.

She dragged the woman to stand in front of one of the closets, the shoes in appealing rows before them, rhinestones glinting in the bright light, tiny little bows that only desired to dance above the tiny little toes of the women who owned them.

"Don't you crave to be beautiful my dear sister?"

Another yank to stand in front of the dresses that hung according to length and color, the fabrics all yearning for their touch, to wrap themselves around the women that beheld them now.

"Do you desire them, sister? Do you.." A whisper from red lips delivered closely to an ear, "desire him?"

Vi turned them around then, to face him. Perfectly fitted suit, eyes flashing green, blue, filled with a need that matched the tightness around the front of his slacks. Vi watched him then, her Daddy. The man who held her, held the two of them. He grinned knowing perhaps that no words of his would stop her now.

"Look at him, look at how he wants you." A step towards him.
"Does your desire match his? Look at his eyes, can't you see it?" Two more steps.
"Does your need match his?" Two more haltingly small steps, Vi's arm wound around her sister's neck, and she held her sister tight.
"My sweet, beautiful sister, so full of need, do you want him? Do you want us?"

Her arm tightened, cutting off any answer and then she freed her sister to push her into his arms, where Brit was caught easily and turned about. Vi was ready for Brit once she turned, blue eyes meeting hazel ones before a hand was raised and a slap was quickly and assuredly delivered to a freckled cheek.

"If you want us, then why did you guess wrong?"

Violet pressed the small weight into her hand, where it was brought up to her sister's eye level. A weighted nipple clamp. Daddy smirked and held his girl up.
Vi merely scoffed and applied the weight to an already hard nipple, ignoring the whines and whimpers that fell from pretty pink lips.

Vi stepped forward, pressing her sister's chest against her own, but it was not those pink lips that she desired to taste, instead her lips met his in a hard needy kiss while the freckled one whined and whimpered between them.

Delicious little whimpers.

 

[Britwitch]

She watched her sister move away, covering her delicious curves with a silken second skin and for a few moments she was jealous of the material that cloaked her and hid her from immediate view. It moulded to her bountiful breasts, following the line of her waist and then tumbling effortlessly to the floor, swirling around her feet and legs as she walked.
Liquid fire to encase a devilish delight. Perfect. As always.

Then she was moved, taken to admire the stunning array of clothing and footwear on display. Her voice warm and honey sweet in her ear, soft to counter the sharp pulls with which she moved her. The combination making her sigh wistfully and want to kiss her. Again. She always wanted to kiss her.

Next she was turned to face him, a different kind of devil entirely but just as irresistible. She always wanted to kiss him too.
Step by step they drew nearer, each one accompanied by a question.

That was when she suspected she might be wrong. The questions were too many, too focused.

Then she got her answer. Spun around and into his waiting arms, her cheek then stung sharply from her sister's slap. Blue eyes wide and one blushing cheek left decidedly pinker than it's partner.
She'd been wrong.

She cursed herself inside for making a mistake, knowing there would be a price to pay, the answer to her unasked question given when a weighted clamp materialised before her face.
His hands held her tightly in place while her sister administered the punishment. Drawing a breath through clench teeth as sensitive nipple was pinched cruelly by the clamp. Gravity ensuring the pinch was intensified, nipple pulled down making her fidget and squirm.

Her beautiful sister drew near and she hoped for a second it was to kiss away the pain. She knew better. Even before she heard their lips meet beside her, her quiet sounds of discomfort providing a subtle soundtrack to their kiss.

She forced herself to focus. Her sister's words replaying through her head.
Didn't she want them...didn't she need...desire...

Need. Want. Desire.

Her second guess was already there in her mind. It was the first thought she'd had, and now she wondered why she hadn't followed through with it. She'd let things distract her, a thought that made her giggle for a second in spite of the discomfort. She was usually distracted when either of them was around.

It was the sin that underlined almost everything they did when she thought about it. Especially in this place. The sin that was somehow incorporated into most of the others.

"Lust," She cried out, voice tight from the swinging tug of the clamp. Every pull of it sending a rush through her veins, making her tingle from shoulders to toes, and always ending between her thighs. "It's lust, isn't it?"

It had to be. In her mind none of the others quite fitted - it wasn't wrath or envy, she was certain. Sloth didn't seem right, or Pride. Gluttony either. Lust fitted. She'd let the trappings of the room blind her from the feelings she felt inside it, the feelings she felt whenever she thought of either of them. She knew she'd get a clue if she was wrong but, she didn't want to be wrong. She wanted to be right. For them.

Not least because she knew if she was wrong, that both nipples would doubtlessly be decorated before long.

She whined at the thought.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His lips were against her neck, just above the leather of the collar, when he heard the shaky words tumble from her lips. He grinned, though it was unseen and perhaps even unfelt by her. Behind her still, his hands filled with her breasts as their third left them, and over her shoulder he watched as she was wrapped in a robe. All the while, his fingers teased and taunted the two nipples captured between them. Unlike the poor woman caught in his grip, he knew what was coming.

As she was pulled by the harness around her torso, he released her and moved away from the center of the room where they'd gravitated to each other. Across the mirror from where one had dragged the other, and he leaned against a pillar between two open closet doors. One leg was up against a bench that had not, and probably would not be set on, and he smiled ruefully at the reflection in the mirror across for them. At the hope he still saw in those eyes, that she had guessed correctly on the first try. That this was closer to main course than appetizer, and she had found it delectable and sweet, and not the flare of spice that she had initially expected.

And then he watched that hope begin to drain away, cracks forming in the dam, each word sent to her ears widening them, effortless blows of devastating force.

He straightened as she was turned to face him, the rueful smile morphing to a hungry grin. She was cast into his arms, open, waiting, ready to receive, and he caught her without effort. She was spun around quickly, her arms pulled back at the elbows. Ignoring the harness for a moment, he looped his arm around one elbow, slid his forearm across her back, and grabbed her other with his hand, trapping her arms and thrusting out her chest in one fell swoop.

From over her shoulder, he watched as the clamp was applied, felt her tense against him, her weight shift on the thick carpeting under them. Her suffering only made him harder against her.

So near her own lips that either of them could catch her mouth with a simple turn of the head, they kissed hard. In that moment, her body was an obstacle between them, a touchstone of their joint arousal, of the...

Her voice broke the kiss, parted their lips, and his eyes opened, a brow arching.

"Lust, she says."

He wasn't speaking to her, but instead to the one pressed against her. She, naked, caught, hurting for her bad guess, may well have not been there for the acknowledgment his words gave her.

"Do you think she even thought about it? It sounded almost like a desperation guess to me. Reaching for the first thing that came to mind to make it stop..."

With his free arm he reached between the pair of them, his hand hooking under her knee and lifting her leg. Lowering her foot onto the bench next to them, his fingertips traveled along the inside of her thigh, the heat of her need evident before he even touched her. The pad of his middle finger moved along her, achingly light in his touch, slow strokes against hot flesh.

"Are you sure about Lust, freckles?" he asked, his head turning towards her then, his voice low in her ear. "Does this feel like Lust?"

Keeping her arms held in place, his fingers parted her lips, but still he was slow, teasing flutters across her clit, a little laugh across her ear at the catch in her breathing.

"Does this?"

The same finger that had teased her pushed into her now, sinking to the first knuckle, then the second. Slowly still, his pace held carefully in check, he moved inside her for a moment, his breath hot against her ear, his cock hard against the curve of her ass, his finger slick with her wetness.

"Does this taste like Lust, freckles?"

Pulling from her, the same finger was lifted to her lips, pushed between, turned against her tongue as it moved for him on instinct.

"Regardless, freckles, I have to inform you..."

The finger pulled from her lips, and against he was reaching between his girls, the nipple not caught in the clamp snatched up by his fingers instead, and he pulled, rolling it, pulling her arms back as she arched to lessen the pull against her. Releasing it, he reached across her body, his index finger and thumb pushing on the nipple clamp, opening it and freeing her nipple. His fingers were opened, the weighted clamp hitting the carpet at their feet with a muffled thump.

"...that you guessed correctly."

His head turned, that same empty hand descending again as it did, his fingers almost absently teasing circles against her clit as he spoke.

"Ready to let her move on? The next room should be ready by now."

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Vi watched them both soundlessly, with a smile on her painted lips. Okay, so maybe she took the moment to breathe, to remember herself, before she lost her head to him…again. She watched his fingers slide up a creamy thigh, dip inside her, and part of her sighed, licking her own lips, teeny little whimpers full of her own need to taste her sister. She would wait. For now.

The weight that hung from a nipple was pulled free and discarded into the thick carpet, which Violet would attend to as soon as they left the room, making sure they were handy for the next room.

The next room.

Oh, the next room.

Vi almost shivered as she strode forward and unlocked the door leading to the next room. It was not as grandiose in scale as the last, but again, the rooms themselves were clues, and this design was deviously significant. The lights flickered on, and Vi walked to the middle of the room, her bare feet slapping against the hardwood floors. In a semi-circle in front of her were some of her most intractable students, or rather, Ms. Brit’s most intractable students. They were seated, naked in their desks. They had been warned that they were not to speak, they were not to touch, they were there to watch. This counted towards 100% of their grade.

Brit followed her, led by Daddy who just snickered softly, he placed her next to Vi, who addressed the class.

“Good evening, class.”

A chorus of good evening, Miss Vivi’s followed her greeting. She could feel her sister start next to her as she recognized her students.

“Miss Brit is here for a special lesson, she will be teaching you all how to behave properly as a needy, depraved slut. Please pay attention, and remember, if you are going to cum, you must ask, as that will need to land on Miss Brit.”

She turned to her sister, and smiled.

“I need not remind you that you’re up for review, Dean Scuttles and I have been reviewing your curriculum, but we really need to see your methods in person. If you require assistance, please do not hesitate to ask.”

She smiled once more and moved back to her Dean’s side and tried not to laugh at her sister, which, as we all know, Vi failed at.

 

[Britwitch]

She had tensed, preparing herself for the too tight pinch of another clamp but it never came. Instead he freed her nipple and stroked her already wet sex. She wanted to lean against him and kiss him. Kiss them both. To give in totally and utterly to the sin that the room represented but she knew as her sister moved to the locked door that the time for Lust was over. For now.

One down. Six to go.

Taking a deep breath she followed them through the door and into the next room which...surprised her considerably. Her eyes skipped over the faces before her, only noticing their lack of apparel after she'd realised how she knew them all.
It was a classroom and these were some of her students from the School, some of those she was having to work the hardest to help. To control. Doubtlessly chosen for that very reason.

It was a classroom. She should know what she was doing. But she felt nothing but confusion as she felt eyes moving freely over her exposed form. Nothing to hide behind in here. Her collar and harness just highlighted her nudity, the rope showcasing her chest, the chest she knew several of the students in that room had been longing to see for some time.

She forced herself to concentrate. Concealed in this room, in the situation they had created for her, was another sin. She needed to find it. Her sister's voice was aimed at the students but the words were for her too.
Brain capturing the important points...behaviour - theirs, depravity - her own...cum.

Her cheeks flushed as she worked through a few possible options as quickly as she could think of them. They couldn't leave their seats, that ruled out an orgy. They couldn't touch, nothing had been said about her touching though, either herself or them. Blue eyes flickered between the faces waiting expectantly before her, male eyes shifting between her bared chest and the apex of her thighs, female eyes roving all over her naked form.

She could feel the eyes of her 'observers' too from where they stood behind her.
Waiting. Watching. Wanting.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." She announced brightly. Pushing to the back of her mind that she, and they, were all as naked as the day they were born. Waiting until they had replied before continuing. "As your Headmistress explained, I am here to teach you a special lesson. A lesson about behaviour." She started to walk slowly around the arc of seats, deliberately slowly.

"You all know, I take the behaviour of my students extremely seriously. I will not tolerate poor manners within my classroom. Over our times together I have stressed the points I consider key to demonstrating the proper behaviour one should have in a situation such as this. Let's see who can remember, shall we?" Her tone was friendly and soothing, her hips swaying enticingly as she made her pass of the assembled students, keen eyes noting those that fidgeted as she passed. Those who might be reacting already to the sight of their teacher naked and within touching distance.

One young man at the end was already finding it a challenge to sit still, one young man who she recalled had found it difficult to keep his hands to himself during their first private session. His fingers were drumming slowly on the small table attached to his chair, his eyes seemingly riveted to her behind.
He'd be the first.

"You know that you cannot touch me but...if you show me that you remember what I taught you, that you know how to behave...then I might, I might, touch you...and if you pay close attention to the lesson, you will get to cum."
A good teacher knew how to encourage and reward. It was difficult to get a more instant and gratifying reward than an orgasm, wasn't it?

Smiling, almost shyly, she approached the young man on the end of the row who's control already seemed to be cracking. But she didn't walk.
Slowly and smoothly she dropped to her knees and crawled towards him. Heavy breasts in their harness swaying beneath her, hips rolling behind her.

Brilliant blue eyes latched onto his which somehow held her gaze,
"Good boy," She cooed as she drew nearer, "You remembered what I told you about eye contact."

"Eye contact, ladies and gentlemen," She addressed the group as a whole but her eyes never left his. Wide and almost coy as she knelt before him, between his slightly spread thighs. Her hands skirting along his thighs as she continued to talk. "Is very important. Firstly, it's only polite to look at the person who is talking." Her fingertips danced lightly around his groin, but not actually touching the already firming flesh before her face.

"Secondly, if I can't see your eyes, how I can know that your attention if on me...?" Small fingers curled gently around his length and as he gasped noisily, she didn't need to turn around to be fairly certain all eyes were on her at that moment.

"If I can't see your face, how can I gauge your level of...understanding?" At her last word she tightened her grip, feeling a prick of pride as the flesh in her palm hardened quickly.

Her hand began to stroke, while his curled around the edge of the table. Knuckles turning paler as she stroked him quicker, leaning closer so her bound breasts brushed his thigh. A quick glance to his left let her know the male student in that seat was clearly enjoying the view.

“Eye contact is important beyond the walls of the classroom too of course.” She sped up her pumping hand while shifting her gaze to the young man beside him. “Eye contact is more powerful than words can be. After all, the eyes are the windows to the soul. In the right situation, they can convey your desires far better than even the most eloquent of words can.” Keeping her eyes on the man beside them she lowered her mouth to the cock she was stroking and took the head onto her tongue for a few moments. The groan above her signalled that her first student was about to pass her class.
She wondered if she would do the same when it was all over. The man watching, as was everyone in the room, grimaced as his own desire rose sharply. Her pink lips stretched around the hard flesh of her student, hand pumping the base and her eyes on the student sat beside him. The student who hadn’t touched or been touched and was already hard. Maybe two students would pass at once.

‘If you are going to cum, you must ask, as that will need to land on Miss Brit.’

The words ran back through her head. She needed to catch their cum. All of it.
The polish floor beneath her she knew would display any failure on her part. And she knew what would be expected of her with regards to cleaning up.

An increase of pressure, of both mouth and hand, and she heard it. A tight, strained, voice above her.
“Please, Miss. Miss Brit, I need…” A groan that made her tingle between her thighs. That low sound of need and want rushing straight to her core. “Please…can I cum?”
She giggled softly around him.
‘So, this is how it feels to be asked for permission…’ She mused before shifting her gaze and looking up at the clearly desperate face above her.

A glance to the Headmistress and Dean, her Daddy and sister and a hopeful smile.
“You may.”
She had barely finished speaking when his first string of white landed on her face. Her shock was obvious but she kept pumping. Soon her face was decorated with white strands. Given the sounds now obvious in the room it was clear more than just the breathless student slightly slumped in his chair had enjoyed the lesson so far.

“Miss…?” A plaintive voice cut through her thoughts as she ran a finger across her cheek to gather most of it and push it towards her mouth, turning to the other student she had been teasing. He was close. Very. “Can I-?!”
She crawled quickly towards his chair, knowing if she missed it, she’d be licking the floor before long. She could only hope she got there in time.

His cock exploded a split second after she skidded to a halt before him. No time to align her mouth or her hand, hot pearls raining down instead to decorate her bound breasts. He came hard, bucking in his chair as he decorated her. As his seed began to cool and she turned her attention to the rest of the class, she remembered the decoration her nipple had worn not so long ago.

She mustn’t forget why she was there.

Crawling up to a pretty female student who had been squirming fairly constantly since she’d wrapped her lips around the first student’s prick she kissed her way up her leg until she could tease a finger around her sex. Never in or against her already wet lips but around.
“So, what else can we remember from my classes? Eye contact is a pillar of good behaviour, what else?”
She looked into the slightly pained face above her, clearly lost in the featherlight touches that threatened but never actually touched her aching centre.

“Anyone…?” She asked before smiling sweetly at the young woman whose problems with class had centred around rudeness. Something Miss Brit didn’t tolerate, at all.

“Manners. We should always remember our please and thank you.”
All focus on the shivering student before her.
“If you want this…?” Her finger grazed the lips of her sex for a split second. “You know what to do.”
“Please, Miss,” The request was instant and was rewarded just as quickly. Her finger stroked the moist, sensitive flesh while another kiss was pressed to her knee.
“See? Please is a very useful word.” The words were aimed at the class but her finger pushed a little deeper and then stopped.
“Please, Miss.”
An eyebrow quirked.
“You need to be specific though.” Her finger started to withdraw before the panicked student tried again.
“Please, Miss, please don’t stop.”
Another smile, another kiss to her leg and her finger slipped inside. Soon joined by a second. The young woman was writhing within minutes. The other students mesmerised by their teacher’s fingers slipping back and forth within her sex.
As her breathing grew shallower, she knew she had to be ready. The instruction was to climax on her. She figured her hand would count. Deeper and harder she pushed, sighs and groans from other students filtering into her ears as she did so. Including the odd one of her own.
Then with a whimpered request, she came. Flooding her hand with excitement. Lowering her head eagerly between quivering thighs she placed her lips against those that trembled and shook and dripped. Suckling every drop as it came, nuzzling the pulsing clit with her nose to ensure she got it all. She wouldn’t put it past either of the two stood observing to have her licking seats before the room was done with.

Thinking of the room brought her back to the sins. A strangled groan from the far side of the room and a loud request to cum stopped her thinking much further. This time, she was too late. A spattering of white on the polished floor met her on her arrival. Wrinkling her nose she lowered her head and slowly licked it up. Pink tongue carefully cleaning the floor. That act was apparently too much for someone else nearby as a growled request only just reached her ears before heat rained down onto her behind and back.

Sins. She needed to think. It wasn’t Wrath, she was sure. And it wasn’t Sloth. Envy didn’t fit and something about Pride didn’t sit right either. The need to make them cum and collect it. That, she was sure, was the clue here.
So was it Greed? Or Gluttony?
A shaking female student stole her focus, a screamed question and then a gush that soaked her face. She caught most of her squirting orgasm in her mouth, the rest she had to lick up.
Not many students left now.
The next she managed to get in her mouth. Along with a reminder for the class to always say thank you.
Several moaned and whimpered words of thanks were chorused from those already recovering from their participation.

Greed. Or Gluttony.
She grinned as she brought another female student to her peak on her fingers, her honey release caught in her palm and then licked clean for the benefit of one of the few males left who hadn’t yet cum.

Greed was the desire for more. Gluttony was getting it, of having too much.
As she lectured the class on the importance of listening, she turned to her observers, just before lowering her lips over the only hard cock left on show.
“Listening is paramount to good behaviour. If you don’t listen, you don’t know what is expected of you. Listening means you will learn and you will, ultimately, get what you want. If you don’t, you’ll fail and have to face the consequences.” Her eyes met and held those of the two who had planned this room and the others.
“It’s up to you whether you choose to be gluttons for punishment…or not.”
Sinking down she took him deep into her mouth, gagging before he came hard. His request melting into a groan as he did so.

Licking him clean and then sitting back on her heels. She looked to the front of the room. Behind her were students in various states of recovery. She knew she could probably have some cum again, if it was needed. She hoped it wasn’t. Her mouth was full of the taste of cum, men’s and women’s. The scent hung heavily in the air.
“Gluttony.” She said softly. “My guess, is Gluttony.”

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

They moved together into the new room, and he couldn't help but to grin as they were met with the excited, expectant, eager eyes of a classroom full of students. He moved to the large desk that dominated the front of the room, and crossing one ankle over the other, he leaned against the edge as he watched the headmistress address those assembled. Green eyes flickered to the one who waited to address her assembled students, looking to see if he might find a hint of what she was thinking as she tried to discern the meaning behind this room, and the activities within it.

The redhead retreated to his side once the group was given over to the witch who, save her collar and harness, was as naked as they. Together they stood in silence for a time, watching her address her students. By the time the teacher was on hands and knees, crawling towards the first of many students hoping for her attention, hands had begun to roam between the pair, fingertips slipping underneath a robe to tease a pink nipple, nails dragging along the outline of his hardening cock through his trousers.

By the time the first student found his peak, decorating the face of the dear Miss Brit in the process, his own fingers had brushed aside red hair so his lips could move against the ear of the one near him, and he murmured there, just above the gasp of another student across the room from them.

"On your knees, little one..."

His laugh was quick and low, his words carrying a tone she knew all too well, and he wasted no time in slipping his fingers into her hair and curling them into a quick, tight grip. His attention was, for a time, pulled away from the efforts of teacher and students, and entirely on the one who turned to face him now. Their mouths met in a hard kiss, her hands moving, fingers pinching the tab of the zipper and guiding it down, teeth parting freely. The hand in her hair pulled, and she sank down before him as she reached in, her cool fingers wrapping around his length.

His eyes followed her down, the sound of another peak reached finding his ears. He throbbed in her hand, a state he was not in for the first time tonight and would not be in for the last. His other hand sank into her hair, twin grips of red curls, and he claimed her mouth, the length of his cock passing over her tongue, his own gasp melting in with those of the others.

Teeth clenched together lightly, he moved her mouth along his length, pushing her steadily deeper until her lips were pulled to the base of his cock, and held there for a moment. Another low groan slipped from him as he relented, pulling her back off of him for a moment, and it was then that he lifted his eyes to the scene before him again, watching as the teacher worked her magic on a female student that seemed to be all but begging for permission.

A grin touched on his lips and, knowing a guess was still some time off, he arched forward again, filling the mouth of the one who knelt before him. His eyes remained on the witch, watching her move from student to student, using her own mouth even as he used that of her sister's behind her. A quick glance about, a haphazard count, and he knew they were nearing the end. A final hard pull of hair was taken, pushing himself into her throat once more, and then he freed her mouth again.

"She's about done..." he said, a bit breathlessly, and pulled her to her feet. Still hard, achingly so, he slipped himself back into the confines of his pants, and together they watched as she finished off the final student and made her guess.

Glutton.

A glance passed between them, a grin just on the heels of it, and then he looked back to the kneeling teacher, and shook his head slowly. Breaking away from the one in the red collar, he slipped a hand into his pocket, and withdrew a weighted nipple clamp. Kneeling behind her, his arms reached around her body, his lips close to her ear as the clamp was fastened onto the pink point of her nipple.

"Unfortunately, freckles, that's incorrect."

His fingertips slid up the back of her neck and into her hair, coiling into a grip there and keeping her head up and face forward.

"Perhaps you need to think more about what room you're in," he said to her, his eyes scanning the small crowd before them before finding what he knew would be somewhere in the group.

"Or maybe you just need to look at what you've done here," he continued, and turned her head towards the first student she'd focused on, who had clearly grown hard again while watching her, and was doing a poor job of showing it. "Look at that poor fellow. Already had you once, and he's ready for more. Surely that must make you feel..."

His voice trailed off, and he looked back to the student with a grin.

"Come here," he said to him with a nod of the head. "Keep her mouth busy while she thinks about it..."

His grip tightened quickly, sharply, a pull of her hair, and then he released her and stood, moving back to the large desk, and the collared girl that waited there for him.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Sure, she was paying attention to her sister crawling lewdly on her knees to her students, whoring herself out for their pleasure. The room might not be gluttony, but her sister was truly a glutton for pleasure, demanding each of her students to cum on her.

It wasn't the game that Vi would have played. On her knees before her students? Not bloody likely. She would put them.. yes, put them on their knees.. yes.. fuck. Those hands. His hands. Distracting. On her chest, while her breath quickened, shallow, quick needy little breaths.

Errant nails slid over his pants, tracing the outline of his length, while she drooled. She might not be on her knees for her students, but for him... she might, if he asked nicely.

"On your knees, little one..."

That's as nice as it was gonna get. She turned away from her sister, who had planted her lips between a girl's thighs and parted her own lips for him. Her movements were controlled by the grip in her hair and still she sucked at him greedily, making a mess over him and letting it slide down her chest.

He liked messes. She was good at making them.

With a groan and soft grunt he pushed her aside letting her know that a guess was impending. She stood, arranged her robe back into place, licking her lips while her sister guessed wrong.

Well, not wrong for her. The needy, greedy gluttonous slut was covered in cum, which glistened in the bright light, forcing her pale skin to shine. It was a rather pretty sight, but the guess had been wrong. Vi knew a moment of sadness, she had wanted her sister to get this room so badly, had thought about a place where her sister was truly herself.

Daddy had a word with her and applied her "punishment" and stuck a cock down her throat to help her think about her next guess. If Vi knew her sister, she knew that she was torn between thinking about what she had done, and a delicious cock down her throat.

Speaking of...

Vi climbed on the desk, arranging herself so that her legs where on one side and her head hung off the other side, rather proud of herself for being ready for her Daddy in the best way possible. A grin on her lips, and look in her eyes that rather matched the glutton in the front of the room.

 

[Britwitch]

She whined when the clamp took hold of her nipple, to be frank she almost felt like crying. She'd worked so hard to do what had been asked of her, given everything she could, just as she always did when in a classroom, and still it hadn't been enough. Her instincts had been wrong.
Strong fingers caught in her hair and used it to guide her gaze around the room. Flushed faces and panting chests were still around her. A semi-circle of lust within which she was at the centre. The hand in her hair stopped her at the first student she had 'taught', his shaft once again hard between his thighs. His eyes, slightly hazy, but fixed on her. At the state of her.

She blushed a little at the words whispered in her ear. It was true. It did feel good to know while her guess had been incorrect, her efforts had been enjoyed.
"Oh...!" There was a glimmer of an idea about what the room might be but before she could finished the thought or the words, her open mouth was once again full.
Stood before her, his cock buried in her lips, was her student. He grinned down at her, but then who wouldn't? The Dean had just told him to keep his teacher's mouth busy, no sane student was going to pass up on that opportunity.

Instinct, and desire, meant she was already sucking before she really realised. His hands replaced the one that had held her hair and used it to help set the pace he wanted. Apparently, that pace was fast. His hips pumped against her face while his prick forced it's way into her throat time and again. She, with weighted clamp swaying with each push, tried not to gag. The cum on her skin shining in the classroom lights and she could hear, over her own gurgles and snatched breaths, that the noise level in the room was rising once more. Students enjoying both the show she was giving them all and, if the sounds behind her were anything to go by, the one going on by the desk.

She felt a pang of disappointment that she couldn't see the pair who had brought her in her but she knew she would see them soon. Having cum once, the student making use of her mouth wasn't going to cum anytime soon and she knew she could be on her knees for quite some time. She noticed his eyes held hers and she smiled inside at the idea of her rules being followed. One hand pushed her head tight against him, not stopping or letting up the pressure until her nose was against his body. She struggled slightly, she hadn't managed to breathe too well before and so her lung were burning within moments. Her movements making the nipple clamp swing and sending pain rushing through her body, along with that unwanted thrill that increased the already aching heat between her thighs. His hands held her there, a flash of enjoyment lighting up his eyes that the teacher who had teased him was now, literally, choking on his cock.

He let up after a little while longer. He didn't want to overstep any lines, not if it meant having to stop doing what he was doing.
He released her enough to draw breath but continued to use her mouth with long, deep strokes. Around her sighs and moans echoed around the room. Everyone, it seemed, was enjoying what they were seeing and that made her feel...

Her guess. She still had to make her guess. She had almost forgotten, again, that she'd had an idea as to the sin this room represented. That all of the sated faces were her doing, that they had all shown a good understanding of her rules, that they'd listened to her. Something Daddy had said before he moved away. It made her feel....

Her hands rose to his thighs, trying to push him back enough to get a word out. It didn't work. One snaked higher to fondle and cup his balls. That seemed to make his rhythm falter enough to pull her head back.
"Pride." She gasped. "Is it...?" His cock returned to her mouth and prevented her repeating her guess.
As she sucked him once more she hoped she was right. Not least because she didn't fancy the biting weight to be applied to her other nipple, but because she didn't want to let them down.

She knew she hadn't realised it was the room and not the task that was the clue. But then, she never felt proud of herself in her classroom, only of the students she taught. She certainly didn't feel proud about being on her knees in her classroom. But knowing her efforts had been well received, knowing she had done what was asked of her and done it to the best of her ability...that made her feel a little proud.

As the cock plunged back and forth between her lips, she just hoped it was enough.