Test's head fell backwards onto Irina's plush chest, cradled by it even now. Her tail continued to move up and down his shaft with Laura's, intent on wringing him dry. He was already pillow-like by now, but what good was a pillow if they didn't wring it dry every so often? Irina pressed her body into his, her chest surrounding his face as she rolled them around on him. "That's it, enjoy yourself~ Know nothing but pleasure~"
His mind had already reached rock bottom, anything resembling his own thoughts already having been expunged, but when you hit rock bottom, the only thing left to do is find a way to go even deeper, so far down that the thought of ever going back up was a foreign concept. They were going to use him up, again, and again, and again, and again, and again, so much so that if he still understood the concept of pain, it would be an excruciating experience. But he didn't, after all. No pillow ever knew what that was. No pillow knew what anything was.
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I can assure you, that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. And I wouldn't have it any other way.