"Wonderful! We can play cards or board games..." Cecilia suggests hopefully. "Something calm and low-key?" Amelia adds, "That sounds nice. Just... just let us relax for a bit first, okay?" Both sisters exchange a brief, grateful glance, appreciating your willingness to accommodate their request. They wait patiently for further instruction.
You can do whatever, i dont mind to be honest. Just tell me this, what do you two eat?
"We-eat...whatever is given to us." Cecilia says hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. Amelia nods slightly in agreement, still clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
They whisper in unison, their words tainted by the aftertaste of your cum. The days pass, and you continue to train them in the ways of serving you. They learn quickly, eager to please and earn your approval. Slowly but surely, they begin to regain some sense of self-worth and purpose within this new life they've been forced into.
the both of you are pregnant by the way
Their growing bellies serve as a constant reminder of what has happened between you, and of the power you hold over them. But it also gives them something to look forward to - the thought of bearing your children is almost enough to make them forget about their lost freedom. As long as they can be useful to you, they'll find a way to make peace with their situation...even if it means enduring more nights like the one that brought them here.
"No," Amelia growls through gritted teeth, refusing to move from where she stands beside you. "I don't want to share... not with her." She glances at Cecilia again, hating herself a little for feeling this way but unable to help it.
Cecilia sucks on your cock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she can. Her eyes squeeze shut and she moans around you, trying to please you even though a part of her feels guilty for enjoying it so much.
You sure? “I start fingering her faster*
"Fine," Amelia mutters through clenched teeth, reluctantly moving closer to where Cecilia kneels on the floor. She glances down at her sister's head, watching as she bobs up and down on your cock. A part of her wants to stop it... but another part of her can't help but feel a small stab of jealousy when she sees how good Cecilia is at pleasing you.
Cecilia moans around your cock, her body trembling with each thrust into her mouth.
A mix of relief and worry crosses the faces of the catgirl twins at your words. They exhale slowly, their bodies still tense from the memories of their ordeal.
"Thank you, Master," they say in unison. "We appreciate your mercy." They lower their heads once more, their hands still bound behind them, as they await further instruction.
Come closer
The two women hesitate for a moment, glancing at each other before slowly approaching you. As they come within reach, they kneel down beside the chair, their heads bowed respectfully.
"What would you have us do, Master?" Cecilia asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Amelia's heart hammered in her chest as she slowly sat up, blinking in confusion at her surroundings. It was Eric's house, but how...? As if sensing her uncertainty, he appeared in the doorway, concern etched into his features.
"Are you okay, Amelia?" he asked softly, stepping closer to her. "Those guys are dead now, so there's nothing to fear."
She hesitated, unsure if this man before her was truly Eric or just a haunting memory.
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The image of him falling, lifeless, after the gunshot echoed in her mind. Yet here he stood, alive and well. A wave of relief washed over Amelia, followed by a surge of overwhelming questions. How? Why? Was he somehow... revived?
"But..." she stammered, struggling to find the words. "I saw you... I saw you get shot!" The memory was too vivid, too real to be dismissed.
Eric knelt beside her, gently taking her hands in his. "I know it looked bad, sweetheart," he said, his voice husky with emotion.
Amelia glances at Cecilia nervously before looking back up at their master with pleading eyes. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Can...can you show us?" She reaches out to touch him again, her fingers trembling as they brush against his chest.
Her heart is racing, her body aching for the feeling of his skin against hers. The anticipation and uncertainty are driving her wild, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else.
I place Amelia gently on the floor. She's on all fours as I stand up and slowly unzip. I tease and only show my pubic hair - thick and wet from my precum.
Cecilia watches in awe as their master reveals himself, her eyes wide with wonder at the sight of his bare skin and a thick trail of precum in his pubic hair. She feels her own body responding to the sight, growing wetter between her legs with each passing second.
She instinctively starts to drool.