The hut's heavy wooden door creaked open, letting the moonlight spill in like a spotlight on the wreckage inside. Nyra lay collapsed on the floor, her body a trembling, dripping ruin—pussy gaping, still slick and slicker with Allen's monstrous seed, her ass red and bruised, the marks of his cock and fingers branded deep into her flesh.
Fina strutted in like a predator stalking its prey, her bare feet padding lightly across the floor, that feather skirt barely fluttering in the warm night air. Her eyes flicked down and locked onto Nyra's ruined cunt. A slow, cruel grin stretched across her lips as she lifted her foot and—without a shred of hesitation—pressed her bare sole right onto Nyra's leaking pussy, squishing it with all her weight.
Nyra whimpered and trembled, the warm wetness of Fina's foot seeping between her folds, mixing with the slick mess still dripping from her overwhelmed cunt.
Fina cursed low and vicious. "You wanted my man as your slave, didn't you, bitch?"
