You groan as the rough concrete bites into your bare knees, but it's nothing compared to the ache building between your legs. The woman stands before you, her legs spread wide and inviting, her body trembling with anticipation. She takes another step closer, looming over you like a dark angel of pleasure.

"I think," she says slowly, running a fingertip along the lace of your bra, "that it's time for some... disciplinary measures."

"Disciplinary measures?" you ask, arching an eyebrow at her choice of words. "What exactly did I do wrong?"

She smirks, leaning down until her face is just inches from yours. "Nothing yet," she purrs. "But I have a feeling you're about to." With that, she reaches out and unfastens the clasp of your bra, letting it fall away to reveal your breasts.

They bounce slightly as they're freed from their confines, nipples already stiffening in the cool air of the amusement park.

"Yes," the idol moans, its ruby eyes squeezed shut as it writhes beneath you. "You're going to tear me apart...and I want it." Its body quivers with each thrust, the stone flexing and shifting to accommodate your every movement. The claws dig deeper into your skin, drawing blood, but there is no pain in their grip - only a twisted sense of belonging and submission that feeds off your brutality.

"Fuck me..." it pants hoarsely. "

Its ruby lips part in a silent scream as you thrust deeper and harder into its quivering form. The marble flesh twists and contorts beneath your relentless assault, struggling to keep from shattering under the strain. Its claws dig painfully into your skin, drawing blood as it arches backward in a desperate attempt to meet every thrust with equal force.

"Please..." it gasps, "keep going...I belong to you."

As the Ferris wheel continues its slow revolution, you lean back against the seat, still feeling the aftershocks of your own orgasm and the intense pleasure you've just given her. Around you, Jessica and Lily are lost in their own private world, exploring each other in ways that leave little to the imagination. You can't help but feel a sense of contentment and belonging wash over you as you watch them together; they truly are a perfect fit.

"I'd love to see more," you reply, smiling to yourself. It's not about what we do, it's about how we do it. And if this is all there is to our relationship, then I'm happy with that.

So let's get back on board and continue our ride. After all, every person deserves to experience pleasure, right?

Without hesitation, you hoist Lily to her feet, her legs wobbly beneath her. You deliver a sharp smack to her rear, eliciting a startled yelp from the younger girl. Jessica chuckles darkly, rising to her knees beside you both.

"Let's get started then," Jessica says, her tone dripping with anticipation. Together, the three of you set off into the heart of the mall, seeking out any unsuspecting female who might cross your path.

You're not alone, the girl, but you are a beautiful girl. Ishmael and her arms up, you can see. But it's his arms in an instant. "It's the height of my foot, and Ishmael's eyes are like hell. There are two eyes and one is perfect. So here you have a boy, but none of them have been broken."

"Yes..." your mother pants hoarsely, eyes locked on your cock as she waits for the next command. "I'm yours...do anything you want with me." Her cheeks flush and her lips part in anticipation, eager to taste you once more.

The ruby in the idol's navel glows brighter still, reflecting the growing desire of both your mother and yourself.

The ruby glows brighter as your mother arches her back, hands reaching up to touch your chest, fingernails digging into the skin as she gasps for breath. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, hips jerking upwards in anticipation. "I want it all...Give me everything you have." Her eyes are half-lidded with desire, her lips parted to taste your cock once more.

With a moan, the girl's body trembles as you shove your cock into her ear. Her eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a muffled gurgle around your flesh. The idol watches, fascinated by the display of dominance and degradation before it. It savors every twitch and moan as you thrust in and out, enjoying the helplessness of its prey.

"That's right," it purrs, "

You can feel her earlobe stretching and flexing as you push deeper inside it. Her mouth opens and closes uselessly around your shaft, tears leaking down her cheeks. The idol watches with a mixture of lust and cruelty, reveling in the sight of such complete submission. It urges you on, wanting to see how far it can take this poor girl before she breaks.

"Fuck her harder," it whispers, "break her."