Jets powered on between their legs, trained precisely at their vulvas, gently massaging their sweet spots from below. Julia was incredulous, reflexively bringing her hand to cover her p***y but unable to hold it for long before the mechanisms choked her. A few of them tried the same to stop the unwanted sensations, but could only keep their hands off the buttons for moments before relenting, forced to simply watch and endure.
"Stop, stop!" Reyan shrieked, battling her bonds but achieving little else beyond jiggling her t**s for the unknown audience. Her voice grew sore from yelling, realising they were deliberately secluded in the middle of nowhere, no-one for miles to hear their screams for help. Somehow even in this new nightmare Cait looked little more than surprised, alert but unpanic
