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When genius is fully realized into the material world, it isn't always as dramatic as the stories we tell make it seem. There is not always dark skies and sinister lighting, periodically interrupted by stark bolts of thunder rattling the roofs of the plebeians. There isn't always a nervous, overly observant passerby who sees the ominous signs and begins praying to whatever god they believe in that whatever new mad science that's just been birthed does not ruin the quiet life they know.
However one night within Miu Iruma's workshop, there was at least one stereotypical sign of any good inventor's success. Laughter; a wild, theatrical cackle bellowing out from her wide-open mouth, head pointed upward and hands on her hips. She was an audience of one but Miu didn't let small things like that deter her. Afterall, the Ultimate Inventor wasn't one to hide her emotions--to the point that even among the over the top student body of Hope's Peak Academy basically everyone the platinum blonde girl met recognized that Miu could be 'a little much'.
But if there was one moment of her day where she couldn't be brought down or shaken from her trademark overconfidence, it was a moment like this. For in front of her, on top of her well-worn favorite workbench lay the final results of a week of steady work. It was undeniable that inventing was what Miu did best, even when the invention sounded incredibly niche (or incredibly stupid) when explained aloud.
When it came to these newly birthed devices though, Miu had no intentions on explaining them to a single soul...at least not until they got a firsthand experience with them.
The inventor's laughter continued, her wiggling her fingers excitedly above her new toys. "Yessss! With these babies on my side, those two busty shortstacks will submit to me. Those sluts will finally be forced to recognize what it's like to get dominated by such a gorgeous genius as Miu Iruma! Ahahaha!"
She began to approach the spacious bed in the corner of her workshop, cell phone nestled somewhere between her undone sheets. While Miu felt it necessary to practically live in her workshop over the dorm room the school provided for her, it didn't necessarily follow that she kept her living area neat and tidy.
Her boisterous, unladylike laughter deflated into a calm-but-steady fit of chuckles as she searched around for her phone. Momentarily she wondered if there was something she could invent soon to help keep track of that damn thing, or maybe even some kind of robotic hands that'd make her bedsheets for her after she got up...but there was no time for that now! Once she felt a hand brush against the hard plastic of her phone, she swiftly yanked it out from the cocoon of blankets and held it up triumphantly over her head.
The inventor was giddy, excitedly fidgeting her body as she sat on her bed. Miu glanced at the clock momentarily, confident that it was a good time to ensnare her 'targets'. Her fingers moved rapidly against the touchscreen, messaging the two of them--and then tossing the phone back amongst the bedsheets once she was done, unconcerned with any replies. Now it was just a matter of waiting for them to arrive. Yes, 'waiting', not exactly something anyone would accuse Miu of being good at doing. Roughly half of her ridiculous unsellable devices revolved around avoiding anything that the genius considered a boring task. And what was more boring than waiting?!
It was inevitable that she'd eye the devices she'd made, still sitting at her workbench. With a calmer, more determined look on her face, she gave them another visual once-over and recalled something. In her excited state earlier, Miu had forgotten to do a final test. And with 'them' on their way any minute now, she figured she should finish her time giving them one last diagnostic test...
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A mysterious airy chuckle came from behind Chiaki Nanami's ear, taking her out of her own internal thoughts. Waiting outside at the door into Miu's workshop the Ultimate Gamer turned around to see exactly who she was expecting, sporting the mischievous smile Chiaki was also expecting.
"Waiting for me, sweetie?~" Angie said with a lilt of delight in her voice.
Chiaki returned a more gentle smile of her own as the two quickly embraced into a hug. "Of course! Miu was promising a huge surprise so I thought it'd be more fun if we came in together."
"What a nice thought!" Angie replied, clapping her hands together in joy. "You wouldn't happen to have an idea as to what this is about, would you?"
The other girl put a finger to her chin and looked upward quizzically. "Hmmm...well, if it's Miu it would probably be a new invention. And if she wants both of us here at the same time, it could also be something sexy..."
"Oooh! Then Atua was right when he told me this morning that today would be a wonderful day."
"Angie, doesn't Atua tell you that everyday?"
Angie giggled. "But of course! Atua blessed me with two wonderful girlfriends, after all."
"Awww, that's so sweet." Chiaki looked back to the door of Miu's workshop. "We should probably go inside now, you know how impatient Miu can be."
Impatient was an understatement when it came to the girl who'd managed to get her new specially made handcuffs on herself NOT in the testing mode she'd thought they were set to.
"Wh-what the fuck?!" Miu grumbled as she wriggled on her bed impotently. "These were supposed to automatically come off after two minutes!"
Before her tantrum could continue further, she caught the sound of her workshop door opening. Fucking hell! Those two flighty cumdumps actually came on time for once? She thought, her face turning into a grimace. Ughhhh, I'm never gonna live it down if they find me like this!
Despite her arms being restrained behind her back, the inventor tried to wriggle herself underneath the blanket in an attempt to quickly hide herself from her girlfriends. But all she could manage to do thought was slip her upper half under it, leaving her lower half still visible to the naked eye.
Because of that, her panty-clad ass was fully exposed to the two girls the second they walked in; her standard pink skirt of no use to her at that angle.
At the sight, Angie's bright smile quickly turned into a more wicked one. "Oh, my my! What a surprise Miu left for us."
The two of them walked together towards the restrained inventor, both deciding together without a word between them to each grab at one of Miu's asscheeks.
"H-hey!" Miu groaned out at the two hands suddenly massaging her bubble butt. "Knock it off, you cumbrained bimbos!"
The two girls looked at each other with a smile. Insults like that just rolled off the back of both Angie and Chiaki, making it possible for them to get closer to the foul-mouthed girl enough to see beyond her surface level of swears and mood swings. They both knew this was business as usual for Miu, so they didn't even blink and just went on groping her.
What did surprise them a little though, was when Angie pulled the blanket off of Miu's upper body to reveal the sci-fi looking handcuffs keeping her from doing anything more than wiggle back and forth.
"Oooh! Look at this, Chiaki!" Angie said with amazement. "What a nice surprise. Perhaps Miu is finally ready to accept what she likes."
While Angie and Chiaki weren't naturally overly dominant in bed Miu herself was more than submissive enough to make up for it, she was as much the Ultimate Bottom as she was the Ultimate Inventor. It frustrated her constantly, to so quickly fall to her knees at the slightest tease of either of them, much less a double-pronged assault on her most sensitive spots. This led to her attempt to use these handcuffs on her girlfriends and finally get to be the one in control for once.
Instead she found herself here, her embarrassed face burrowed into the bed.
Angie ran her hand up and down Miu's body. "If you wanted to be handcuffed, you should've told us! It would've been so much more fun if I could've brought my own and did the cuffing myself."
Chiaki took a closer look at the device restraining the inventor, noticing the wires, LCD display and most notably, a complete lack of any sort of keyhole to unlock them. "Hmmm, these look like one of her inventions...there must be something more special about them than just being handcuffs."
"B-both of you knock it off and help me up!" She whined, trying but failing to come off as commanding.
Instead Angie decided to flip Miu's body over on the bed. The poor inventor was now on her back, her hands unable to block their sight from her reddened face...or more noticeably, the large bulge poking out from her skirt.
Chiaki moved to her girlfriend's erection, rubbing it through her clothes. "Miu, you're so hard it's amazing..." She said in a quiet breath.
"Of course she's hard!" The darker skinned girl chimed in. "Miu loves to be our little toy, doesn't she?"
"Sh-shut up! Inventors are supposed to make toys, not fucking BE ONEEEEE--" Miu was cut off from continuing as two hands slipped under her skirt to grip her throbbing needy cock.
Both Angie and Chiaki were torn, they wanted to tease Miu like she clearly wanted but once they got their hands on the girlcock, they also wanted to hurry things along. Together they quickly yanked her skirt and panties down to her boot-clad ankles.
"Ahh, Atua must find this most amusing! And I find it funny myself."
Chiaki looked confused, but not confused enough to look away from her girlfriend's large dick. "What's funny, Angie?"
"Why, this of course!" She playfully tapped at Miu's cockhead with a single finger and giggled as it twitched. "Atua thinks that if this bitchbreaker of a cock was attached to anyone else but Miu, that person would be so dominant!" The artist then grabbed at the base of it, turning it upward to also get a good look at her heavy ballsack. "But Miu here, Atua managed to make her into such a needy little sub despite the size of this beautiful thing."
Miu scowled despite how good the groping was making her feel. "Fuck Angie, I told you a million times I don't give two shits about Atua! Atua can suck a fat one for all I care!"
"But the only 'fat one' here is yours, Miu!" Angie said, before play-acting a pouty face. "And if Atua were to do so, that would mean me and Chiaki couldn't suck it." Then she leaned forward, kissing the tip of the inventor's cock.
This left Chiaki free to attack from another angle and run her tongue along Miu's balls. "Mmmmm..." Chiaki moaned in contentment between licks. This was usually how Angie and Chiaki started playing with Miu, but the fact that she was stuck writhing and unable to even run her hands through their har was making this more exciting for all three of them.
"You kooky sluts..." Miu managed to sputter out between pleasured moans. The two of them were tugging on her cock hand-over-hand, while Chiaki continued to worship every inch of her balls and Angie noisily slurped on the tip. It was an aggressive and eager worship session, one that left Miu's chest heaving and her thighs shaking from the sparks of joy running through her.
But despite how pleasurable it all was, this time around it was more important to Miu to get off sooner rather than later.
"H-hey, I know you two love gargling my cum like you're getting paid to do it but I need one of you to hurry up and throw your fat ass on my lap and let me wreck one of your holes! I need it right now!"
Angie chuckled, swirling her tongue around the tip a few more times before pulling back slightly, saliva strings still attached to the inventor's cock. "But Miu, don't you love it when we play with you like this?"
Chiaki also disengaged from her slurping and sucking at Miu's balls. "Angie, wait. She's usually not this straightforward..." The two of them looked up at Miu's red face, clenched in both pleasure and anxiousness. "What did you mean by needing it right now?"
Miu growled in frustration, internally cursing herself for the hundredth time since she'd cuffed herself. She'd give anything to be able to bury her face in her hands right then and there. "Ugh, fine!" She yelled, ready to partly confess. "I know you're both too ditzy and cockbrained for me to explain how it works but these goddamn handcuffs won't unlock until the person cuffed cums three times!"
There was a moment of silence between all three of them as Miu's girlfriends took in what she'd said. Then they both giggled to each other, impressed at how talented the inventor must've been do rig up something so specific.
"Three orgasms?!" Angie said in a giddy voice. "My, my, this will be quite a busy day for us, then. Unless of course, Atua is leinient and we manage to make you cum quickly."
That signaled Chiaki and Angie to go back to orally worshipping Miu's needy member. This time they decided to both move in-sync, their faces line up side-by-side and sliding their tongues along the warm underside of the girlcock. Every time they reached the tip together, Miu's precumming cock contibuted to the sloppiness of Chiaki and Angie's kiss.
"Ohhh fuck yeah!" Miu moaned. "You desperate little sluts can't live without worshipping this genius' cock..."
Chiaki looked up at Miu's face, smirking at her obvious intent in trying to turn this helpless position she was in into them being the needy ones. But just as she was about to move back to continue coaxing Miu into an orgasm with Angie, she caught something out of the corner of her eye.
Is that...?
She moved around the bed, opposite of where Angie and Chiaki had been kneeling. There on the floor, she found a pair of handcuffs identical to the one currently keeping her girlfriend's arms pinned.
"Hey Angie..." Chiaki said, holding up the handcuffs she'd found.
"Oh? Another toy for us to play with?"
Chiaki looked at the cuffs with a confused look on her face. "But why would you need a second pair...?" If this current situation was what Miu had planned, a second fully finished pair seemed totally unnecessary. Which could mean she was planning something else...
Both of Miu's girlfriends were now looking towards her, silent and waiting for some kind of answer. Angie even stopped jerking her girlcock off, pulling the inventor away from the climax she so desperately needed.
"Uhhhhh...well..." Miu whispered hesitantly, eyes darting around in every direction except towards either of them. Even her genius mind was failing in it's scramble to come up with a convincing lie right on the spot.
"Oh Miuuuu~" Angie said, along with gripping the base of her dick slightly too tight, just on the line between pleasure and discomfort. The sensation caused Miu to let out an uncomfortable groan, gulping her throat as the artist stared her down. "Atua would like you to be honest about yourself!" Angie said, before ominously squeezing the twitching cock again. "...and I would also like it, as well.
Miu frustrated bit her lip, mind racing from how quickly she came from deep pleasure to this uncomfortable tension. "Well, uh...hehe, this was actually kind of an accident. These handcuffs ending up on me, I mean.
"I was actually going to try to get these cuffs on both of you."
Miu tried to smile awkwardly at the two of them, nervous to see their reaction. She was aware in some sense that her girlfriends had put up with a lot of Miu's shit in the past, and inventing a pair of orgasm-detecting handcuffs just so she could pin them down and be in control for once might just be a line too far for them.
Fortunately, the tense air was broken as Chiaki and Angie both began laughing. Angie's was a boisterous laugh while Chiaki's was more of a simple giggle, but they were both equally delighted to hear what had happened.
"Yahahaha! Oh my, Miu!" Angie said. "Atua is telling me..." The relief that was starting to form within the inventor's heart shut off suddenly as she noticed an evil glare in the artist's eye. "He's telling me that you've been a bad girl."
Miu whimpered quietly before looking over at her other girlfriend, hopeful that the gamer would reign Angie in. And while Chiaki smiled at her and ran her fingers through the inventor's hair lovingly, Miu again wasn't going to get what she wanted.
"Well, I can't hear Atua...but I think he's right about that!"
"Good, good!" Angie said mischievously as Chiaki walked back to join them, leaving the second pair of cuffs at the corner of Miu's large bed.
Miu's spine shivered as she saw the two of them together at her cock. The energy of the situation had changed slightly, the inventor feeling more and more tense as Chiaki and Angie both looked at her cock like more and more of a prey animal to toy with and demean.
Then together they started stroking Miu's girthy length, a pair of delicate hands becoming smeared in her freely flowing pre. The restrained inventor could do nothing but arch her spine as she drowned in arousal, pushing her crotch outward.
Angie then softly pushed Chiaki's hand off of Miu's cock, quietly winking towards the gamer meaningfully. Chiaki wasn't sure what it meant, but she trusted her and pulled back. Then the dark-skinned artist put her lips to the tip of the sensitive girlcock and finally began taking it into her awaiting mouth.
"Oh fuckkkk!" The wild-haired inventor screamed. Angie quickly began sucking in her cheeks, creating as tight of a hole as her mouth could manage. Her tongue danced against the sensitive underside, causing more and more of Miu's tasty precum to fill her smiling mouth. Angie bobbed her head up and down for a few minutes, lathering every inch of her shaft in her saliva. "Fuuuuuck, Angie! It's so gooooooood!"
Then Angie felt what she had been waiting for, and for an instant the predatory gleam in her eye returned. A telltale pulse at the base of Miu's cock began to quicken, her climax imminent.
A climax denied to her when Angie's hand suddenly gripped where her shaft met her balls, stopping her twitching dick from getting that release it was desperate for.
"Auuuugh!" Miu yelled in frustration, her body angry at her for what had just happened. "You stupid bimbo, just let me fucking cum!" Despite Miu's very outward kinkiness it was a new experience for her to get denied like that, one she hadn't exactly signed up for prior to feeling the artist's strong grip holding her down. She tried to wiggle and thrust her hips to get just that tiny little bit of extra pleasure that'd free her, but her two girlfriends held her thighs down against the mattress with a surprising amount of strength.
"Pllllllease..." The tired inventor moaned. The two of them just watched their girlfriend suffer from her denial, her chest heaving and her head shifting back and forth. It was futile, Miu's impending orgasm had fully gotten away from her and there was nothing the submissive girl could do about it but whine.
And once the twitching of Miu's cock had slowed down enough for Angie's liking, she again started jacking her off. "Chiaki, if you would please..." The artist said, trailing off. With one hand stroking the inventor's needy cock and two hands keeping her in place, there was only one hand free between the two of them to squeeze the base where Angie had just been.
"Fuuuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Even though Miu hadn't climaxed, her body was still feeling the oversensitivity that came after an orgasm. An oversensitivity that felt like it was going to completely destroy her mind. Angie mercilessly played with the thick shaft, smiling contently as the wetness of Miu's precum soaked her delicate artist hands.
The one saving grace was that Miu's climax approached more quickly than it did the first time. And once again, Angie waited until juuuuust the right moment to pull back. "Squeeze tightly, Chiaki!"
Chiaki didn't need to be told twice, enjoying the sight of Miu constantly an inch away from cumming. She gripped the root of Miu's girlcock like a joystick in the middle of a serious gaming session.
"Y-you busty little whores!" Miu cried out. "Stop fucking teasing me and let me cummmmmmm!"
Angie giggled, hot to cruelly tease her some more. "Oho, are you ready to apologize to us, Miu?"
"G-goddammit! Fine, I'm sorry!"
"Sorry for what?~"
"I'm sorry for wanting to shove you both down on this bed and treat you like the goddamn cocksleeves you deserve to be!" Miu spat out sarcastically.
"Oh my!" Angie said in a mockery of surprise, hands up to her cheeks. "Chiaki, did that sound like a genuine apology to you?"
"Hmmmm...no, that sounded more like the usual Miu. Not much of an apology at all."
Angie used the bed as support to stand herself up. Before the other two could say anything, her hands went to her hips and nonchalantly pulled her bikini bottoms and skirt down with a wiggle of her ass as she did. Miu's eyes widened and her cock throbbed at the sight of her skimpy-dressed girlfriend become increasingly skimpy.
"If you are not interested in apologizing with words..." Angie's brown bubble butt swayed back and forth as she approached the bed and hopped up, nearer and nearer to the still needy inventor. "Then I have no choice but to make you apologize in another way..."
With that, the artist straddled Miu's head, grabbing her dirty blonde hair and pushing her surprised face towards her pussy, already wet from arousal.
Miu gave a tentative lick at Angie's cunt, still half-dazed from the sensations of her twice denied orgasms. Cunnilingus was a favorite activity for all three of them; for Angie and Chiaki it was a chance for Miu to just shut up and enjoy herself and for Miu it was so unnervingly exciting to be treated like she only exists for their pleasure.
And with the handcuffs restraining Miu, both her frustration and her excitement was amped up beyond belief. Although she enjoyed any opportunity to lap up Angie's delicious juices, she also wanted more than anything to be able to get those curious inventor hands on Angie's firm asscheeks while she ate her out.
While Miu's mouth was too busy to whine or curse, Chiaki could still see the state she was in from the way her legs shook and buckled. Every movement caused her still erect girlcock to move back-and-forth, precum still abundantly forming from the head despite no one touching it.
The sight gave Chiaki an idea, one unusually mischievous for the gamer. While Angie continued to ride and grind against Miu's face, Chiaki put her hands under the inventor's thighs and pulled her legs upward. This left Miu's body shaped like a J, her upper body trapped by both the handcuffs and her girlfriend.
Miu was totally vulnerable, her legs splayed out and both her cock and asshole available for whatever additional torture Chiaki was preparing to dish out.
"Ohhhh, Miu!" Angie moaned out, her hips rotating to help Miu's tongue dance all around the entrance of her snatch. "You can be such a bad girl...but you're always so good at this!"
And as one tongue pleasured Angie, another tongue startled Miu. Chiaki surprised her by putting her mouth up to the inventor's newly revealed butt. "Mmrphh!" Miu momentarily groaned, before getting cut off by Angie pushing her cunt further towards Miu's face.
"Oh my, Chiaki! What a wonderful idea." Angie cooed as she saw the gamer begin to rim their captive inventor. The dark-skinned girl grabbed at Miu's ankles to help Chiaki further, keeping her legs trapped in that position and leaving the gamer free to slide her hands away from her thighs and toward Miu's big, bouncy ass. She gripped her girlfriend's ass lovingly, just as lovingly as her tongue circled around and around Miu's sensitive pucker.
Miu's cock ached with need, her body thrown off by a completely different sense of pleasure than what she wanted. Chiaki had no interest in taking things slow, so before Miu could get used to the feelings it all intensified with Chiaki snaking her tongue into Miu's asshole, deep enough for her moist lips to kiss the rim.
"Don't stop now, Miu!~" Angie sing-songed out her demand. As much as she was enjoying the sight of the inventor girl getting her ass toyed with, it led to Miu's own tonguework slowing down. She noisily whined before submitting to what her dark-skinned girlfriend wanted. Just as Chiaki was speeding things up, Miu followed suit, mind increasingly getting lost in the pleasure trapping her in every possible way. She lapped at Angie's soaking wet cunt, every lick brushing at the artist's sensitive clit.
As the only one whose mouth wasn't occupied, Angie's delighted moans were the only thing that could be heard in the workshop. She groped her own breasts and deviously took in the sight of Miu's twitching cock. Although the inventor couldn't word it, Angie just knew that her inner thoughts must be full of her begging for one of the girls to start pleasing her thick girldick, to start playing with her balls. Hell, she'd do it herself if she hadn't handcuffed herself like this.
But the closest she could get was still so far. Miu wiggled her hips slightly, using her fat ass to beg Chiaki for more. The gamer girl's hands gripped onto Miu more firmly, keeping the oversensitive inventor still, an easy target to slurp and suck and tongue her tight pink hole.
And then suddenly, the pleasure Miu had been silently begging for was undeniably close. Despite no one touching it for several minutes, Miu's sensitive member was sparking with her impending orgasm. She was even more humilated as it approached, that not only is she the kind of person who'd cum just from being treated like this, but her two girlfriends are here for every moment of it.
Miu came, a prolonged scream muffled by Angie's warm flesh surrounding her face. Her legs shook and quivered while her cock began finally shooting out her backed-up load, spraying it all over her pink top thanks to the angle the girl's still had her lower half in.
Angie and Chiaki both watched with glee, enraptured with every spurt of the poor inventor covering herself with her thick, white-hot cum. The artist gave Miu the slightest of mercies and pulled herself away from Miu's face, leaving her free to moan in time with the last handful of spurts.
After those few glorious moments, Miu's cock finally finished. She panted heavily, mind still reeling from the aftereffects. The other two girls disentangled themselves from her, finally letting her body relax from the awkward position Chiaki had forced upon her.
"That's one down and two to go!~" Angie said excitedly, clapping her hands together. "And I know just what we should do for the next one..." Angie began whispering in Chiaki's ear, not that it mattered with Miu still too shaken to pay attention to her surroundings.
"Angie, that's a great idea!" Chiaki smiled, already pulling off her jacket. She sat down on the bed next to Miu and continued disrobing. Meanwhile Angie snuck around to a box in one of the darker corners of Miu's workshop. As if she'd done so a thousand times, the artist calmly opened it and pulled out a strap-on amongst the dozens of other sex toys Miu kept in that box.
By the time she'd slipped it onto her crotch and returned to the girls, the gamer girl was fully nude and lying back on the bed next to Miu. Chiaki lovingly kissed the trapped inventor, who was eager to have even the slightest touch from her beautiful naked girlfriend.
But before she could become fully used to it, Miu felt Angie's hands grab at her body and roll her over, right on top of Chiaki. "Wh-whoa!" The handcuffed girl said.
Chiaki continued to kiss her further, while slowly stroking Miu's cock to return it to full hardness. It brushed up against her inner thigh, marking her with Miu's precum, much to Chiaki's delight.
"Miu..." Chiaki whispered. "Do you want to fuck me now?"
Miu moaned. "O-of course I do! I want to wreck that tight little pussy of yours!" Her attempt at sounding forceful and confident was cut off as Angie tightly squeezed her ass, eliciting a surprised squeak from the inventor.
Angie giggled before laying the cool plastic of the strap-on against Miu's butt and tugging on her handcuffs. "But Miu, how do you plan on 'wrecking' Chiaki without the use of your arms?"
Angie had a point. With Miu's hands trapped behind her back, any attempt at thrusting her hips would be much weaker.
Luckily, the artist had a solution. A solution that revealed itself without warning as she spread Miu's ass open and thrust her hips forward to shove the strap-on into her.
"Ghnnk!" Miu sputtered out. Her ass was feeling especially sensitive after that anal-only orgasm, but Angie was feeling too cruel to care in the slightest.
"Now instead of being the dominant bitchbreaker you wish you were, you get to be my sextoy to fuck Chiaki with!" Angie taunted in Miu's ear.
"W-wait!" The trapped girl tried to reason with her girlfriend, but it didn't make a difference. Chiaki below her, grabbed her throbbing shaft and let it slip into her wet pussy.
"Mmmmm!" Chiaki moaned. "Even with just the tip in...your cock feels so good in me, Miu!" She wrapped her arms around Miu's neck to pull her in, enjoying the feeling of Miu's previous cumload smear between one girl's pink top and the other's bare skin.
Angie grabbed Miu by the hips and began thrusting softly, sparking moans out of both of her girls at once. "Yes Miu, that big meaty cock of yours is the only thing you're good for!" The artist said viciously. "You're not good enough to take control like we are, all you can be is a nice throbbing dildo for me to use on Chiaki!"
The dark-skinned girl then began speeding up, each push into Miu's ass making her cock in turn penetrate Chiaki's needy cunt deeper and deeper. "Oh, Miu!" Chiaki said, her inner walls squeezing tightly around the inventor's length. "I'm so glad you're here. I love it so much...."
The way the two of them alternated between shaming her and encouraging her was driving Miu wild, almost as wild as the sensations of fucking and getting fucked simultaneously was. The girl couldn't even respond properly to anything that was happening, no coherent sentences could come from someone that lost in pleasure.
Instead she just screamed and let it all happen, too tired to resist. The warm folds of Chiaki's pussy, Angie's strap-on pushing mercilessly deep, both pairs of hands grabbing at her thighs, her tits, anywhere and every sensitive spot Angie and Chiaki could get a hold of. Miu had never been dominated so thoroughly by these two, and it was all just too much to bear.
"Miu, you're such a subby little slut..."
"Miu, don't stop fucking me with your amazing cock..."
"You love being my helpless sextoy, don't you, Miu?"
"Miu, keep going! Keep going and fill me up with your cum!"
Back and forth the two of them went on, one in each of Miu's ears as Angie fucked her asshole hard enough for all three of them to enjoy it.
Despite the amazing physical and mental pleasures Miu was receiving, the fact that she'd already orgasmed once was the one thing that saved her from being the first of the three to cum. Instead it was Chiaki, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out as Miu's cock plowed into her over and over. Her cunt was being spread open so wonderfully, every thrust sending shockwaves throughout her entire body. The busty gamer girl came with an uncharacteristic amount of noise, screaming in Miu's ear as she gripped the cuffed girl tightly.
Angie didn't let Chiaki's orgasm slow her down in the slightest, she continued to aggressively fuck Miu's ass with her toy, wanting her foulmouthed slut of a girlfriend to keep losing herself in the dual shocks of pleasure the two of them were providing for her. It was the opposite of her earlier edging of Miu, but it still came from the same place of dominance, the same desire to give Miu exactly what she wants underneath all her false bravado.
And because of those dual pleasures, Miu couldn't last much longer than Chiaki. She couldn't handle being sandwiched between her two very different girlfriends, couldn't handle feeling both sets of hips bouncing her back and forth with no input on her part. She really was their sextoy now, and that's all Miu could think about as she came for a second time that night, relieved to at least be able to shoot her cum in a tight, wet pussy this time around.
Only once Miu had finished filling Chiaki's pussy with her hot jizz did Angie finally give her two girls a break and stopped plowing into Miu. The inventor and the gamer both made out in-between their deep breathes, the two of them soaking in the post-orgasmic bliss of still being connected and all over each other.
Angie then pulled the toy from Miu's butt and gave it a good, alarming smack to shake the handcuffed girl out of her nirvana. "H-hey!" She tried to yell out ineffectually, trying to look back behind her.
"Now now, that's enough of that. I think Chiaki needs a break." Angie said serenely.
"Y-yeah..." Chiaki said, now slipping back to her quieter, calmer self. "That really took a lot out of me, Miu..."
At that, Angie pulled Miu off of Chiaki and let her fall back down onto the bed face-down. The gamer stood up--trying to keep too much of Miu's cum from spilling out as she did--and began retrieving her clothes laid out haphazardly around the floor.
Miu wanted more from Chiaki, but she was too spent to say anything for the time being. Her chest heaved with each deep breath, having to crane her face to the side to stop herself from being muffled by her bedsheets.
When she looked over at the other two girls, she noticed Angie was also putting her discarded clothes back on. That's when she realized...
"H-hey wait! You two aren't gonna leave me here like this, are you? I still gotta cum one more time to get these damn cuffs off!"
Angie looked at her with mock surprise, as if she'd said something completely ludicrous. "But Miu, you told us that you had to have three orgasms. You didn't say anything about us having to help you achieve those orgasms."
"Wh-what the fuck are you talking about?! You know I can't jerk myself off when I'm stuck like this, you beach blanket bimbo!"
"Very true..." Angie said, almost with a tone of concern. "But that's fine! I'm sure your oversensitive subby cock could get off just by you grinding up against your bed!"
"Wh-wh-what the fuck, Angie?!" Miu looked over at Chiaki desperately. "H-hey Chiaki, you're not gonna leave me alone like this. Y-you're not as mean as Angie, right?"
But Miu's plea fell on deaf ears. In the short span of time between getting off the bed and Miu looking at her with hope, she'd pulled out her handheld game from her backpack and had engrossed herself in whatever she was playing. "Hmm, I think I'll unlock High Rank after doing this hunt..."
"Yahaha! Poor Miu, you should know better by now. Once Chiaki's gotten all the pleasure she needs, it'll take at least an hour before we can pull her away from one of her games.
"Now, there's just one last thing I need to do to punish you..." Angie said, as she approached Miu's helpless body, with the other pair of handcuffs in her grasp.
"W-wait! What are you doing with those?!"
Instead of answering, Angie just grabbed Miu's ankles and trapped them with the second pair of cuffs.
"Ta-da! I hope this will make you think twice before doing something so silly as to think you could ever dominate the two of us." Angie put her hands on Chiaki's shoulders and began to push her towards the workshop exit, the two of them leaving together. "Toodle-loo, Miu! Have a fun rest of your night!"
"G-goddamit, Angie! Chiaki! Get back here and be my cumdumps!" Miu cried out in frustration. "P-please! I'm begging you..." But the two of them were already gone, leaving Miu and her throbbing, aching cock all alone.
"F-fuck...this isn't how things were supposed to go. But hey, maybe this won't be so bad. I just gotta..." The inventor's hips began slowly rocking, rubbing the tip of her girlcock against her soft sheets. "I just gotta get off one more time and then it's all over."
She was almost thankful that Angie and Chiaki had left, rather than watch her rut against her bed like a pent-up dog. Even if a small part of Miu knew she'd be able to cum much faster if she'd had to deal with the humiliation of her girlfriends watching.
But despite that, her twice-spent cock still found enough energy to get back to it's full size. She weakly maneuvered her hips, rubbing and grinding her dick. It was so far from being able to fuck Chiaki's pussy, or even have her ass eaten out, but Miu had no other option and it was all her own fault.
The best she could do was imagine she were anywhere else but here. With her eyes closed, she thought about being in Chiaki's pussy again or getting her two busty girlfriends to give her a double paizuri or fucking Angie's ass just as mercilessly as the artist had done to her earlier. Her mind flashed to all the different things she could've done if she'd managed to get the handcuffs on the two of them. It didn't matter that she'd so thoroughly failed at taking control, Miu's lusty brain still hadn't learned a single lesson and continued fantasizing about finally dominating those two sexpots.
For minutes all she did was buck and whine, careful not to ruin things by moving fast enough to cause any chafing. Her cock needed her to cum, her strained cuffed arms needed her to cum, but still she was forced to take slow and deliberate thrusts against her bed, to do the worst thing of all and tease herself into it just as Angie had wanted.
And then she came, after far too long for Miu's sanity to handle. By now her loads had become small and pathetic, just a few drops of cum spilling out on her bed from her twitching girlcock. But fortunately for the inventor that was still enough. She groaned out at the release of frustration, more from the feeling of her handcuffs automatically unlocking than the feeling of her third orgasm of the night.
Miu instinctively stretched her arms out on the bed, her aching muscles finally free. She just laid there for a few moments with a tired but triumphant smile on her face.
That smile didn't last though, as Miu quickly realized she'd forgotten something when she tried to pull herself up off the bed. She found herself wobbling and ended up falling down on her butt, colliding with the cold ground of the workshop. "Wh-what the..."
She looked down at her feet and remembered what she'd forgotten in the midst of her grinding session. While she'd freed herself from the cuffs on her hands, there was still the cuffs on her ankles that Angie had placed on her right before she left. A pair of cuffs that also demanded three orgasms before they'd unlock...meaning she'd still need two more before her hellish night was finally over.
Miu put her hands in her face and screamed, back to full frustration. Maybe having to coax out another two orgasms from her already spent cock would instill in her the lesson to finally give up on ever dominating her girlfriends.
But it probably wouldn't.