You try to resist but it's pointless, they're too strong and experienced. Emma continues to stroke your cock while Lyra fucks you with the dildo. They switch places after a while, letting Emma take over the dildo and forcing you to cum on command. "Cum for us, bitch!" she hisses into your ear before squeezing her fist around your cock, sending you over the edge.

Emma's hands grip your hips as she roughly fucks you with the dildo, her breath hot against your neck. "That's it, cum for us," she whispers, her words sending shivers down your spine. You can feel Lyra's cold hand wrapped around your cock, stroking you in time with Emma's thrusts. They laugh maniacally as they watch you writhe beneath them, helpless and at their mercy. "We own you,"

Clara gasps, realizing what you're doing too late. "Lyra!" she cries out, but her sister is too lost in pleasure to hear her. You tighten your grip on Emma's throat as she flails wildly, trying to free herself from your grasp.

"Let go!" she wheezes, her face turning purple. But you don't relent.

Lyra finally manages to pull away from the table, her eyes wide with fury. "You little shit!"

Clara backs away slowly, hands raised defensively. "Fine," she whispers. "But I won't forget this." Her eyes dart to the door, considering making a run for it. You tighten your grip on Emma, feeling her body tremble in fear beneath you.

"You're pathetic," Lyra hisses through clenched teeth. "She could snap your neck with one hand and you don't even realize it." She takes another step back, glaring at you hatefully.