Lily Vs. Gangyaru

“His name doesn’t matter, all we need to know is that he is my bitch, which means he is also your bitch,” Marigold replies, “So, how far do we usually take this, until they are like how he is right now, or until their brains are completely melted?”

"Depends on how you wanna do it. Personally I like to melt them." Delilah told her. Leaning down and writing "dog" on his head in her purple lipstick before giving him a bunch of little kisses, covering his face. "What's your name?" She smugly asked him. He opened his mouth to speak but only a bark came out.

“Then let’s get to melting, girls!” Marigold says as she steps on his manhood with her bare foot, letting her heat build up more in his cock.

Her bitch let out another loud whine as the feeling of her warm foot completely overwhelmed him. The other there began to cover him in kisses, their magical lipstick quickly beginning to drown his thoughts in pleasure and bringing him straight to the edge.

“I think our bitch loves it rough girls!” Marigold exclaims as she presses against his crotch harder and heats her foot even more.

His whines only became louder as she pressed down. His mind breaking down as he desperately tried to beg for release. But only barks and moans came out.

Marigold went even farther. Instead of just stepping on it with one foot, she put her whole body weight onto as she stood with both feet on top of it.

The man let out a cry as he came again. Before going completely limp. Broken and obedient for the four gangyaru.

“Now, go and make sure everyone in this town knows that they are all our bitches,” Marigold commands, “And if anyone treats you like a human, hump their leg until you climax, okay?”

Her new bitch nodded meekly, to broken to move right now. His pleasure addled state insuring that he'll obey. "Impressive job Marigold." Delilah told her. "I don't know what you did to make him cum while you weren't touching him but it was fun to watch. Now do you still wanna handle the other one or should we take care of it?"

“Y’all can give me a show now that I’ve given you one,” Marigold replied.

"Or." Delilah started, clearly having something in mind. "I kinda wanna see if you can take a gentler approach. I don't think this girl will respond as well to the rough treatment as your bitch did. I wanna know if you can handle that kind of target." She said, wishing to further test their new temporary member.

“So, y’all want me to do all the work today?” Marigold teased as she got up behind the girl and reached around her, groping her chest with burning hands. “So, what’s a pretty little thing such as yourself doing by yourself?” She whispered into the girl’s ear.

The young woman melted into the warmth for a moment before struggling free. "Get your hands off me." She declared, a look of disgust in her bright red face.

“Or what, darling?” Marigold says as she sends more heat into the groping hands.

"Or I'll... I'll." The woman moaned as she began to sink into Marigold's touch. Why did this feel so good?

“If you say what you would do, I’ll stop groping your chest,” Marigold says sweetly as she makes her hands as hot as they could possibly be.

"I'll." She began, her words turning into a squeal of pleasure as Marigold's heated hands worked their magic. The woman finally managed to pull herself away. Leaning against a wall and breathing heavily as she tried to deal with the sensations wracking her body.

Marigold gave the woman no time to recover, placing her still burning hands on the woman’s face before pulling her into a passionate kiss.

This elicited another moan. When the kiss finally broke it became clear that Marigold was quickly wearing her down. "But I'm not into girls." The young woman stammered as she took a step back, her eyes filled with longing.

“Say that to my face, sweetie,” Marigold says sweetly as she steps forward and embraces the woman, pressing her burning body against the woman’s.

"I'm not into girls." She said uncertainly as she leaned into Marigold's embrace. Unsure of what she wanted anymore except to feel more of this wonderful heat.

“You don’t sound sure about that,” Marigold teases as she begins to remove the woman’s clothes, either by actually taking them off or by burning them off.

"Not into girls. Not into girls." The woman began to quietly repeat. Closing her eyes and further leaning into Marigold, shivering slightly every time the gabgyaru's hands glided across her body.

“Into girls, into girls,” Marigold began to repeat back to the woman, sending pulses of heat through her each time she repeated the words.