After orgasming for two solid minutes, she began coming out it, shivering like before as if coming out of a trance. But this time it was different. Her gentle after-cum trembling gradually turned into great, racking sobs that shook her whole body. Tears poured into her cum-coated face at the humiliating sex Linda and I had forced her to enjoy. The shame was too great for her, but Linda wasn't though yet.
She moved her cunt-hand back up to the restraining leash and jerked backward, pulling Daphne almost upright with her head angled backwards. She was have real trouble breathing now, what with her nostrils filled shut with my hardening cum and her mouth stuffed with the even bigger cum-expanded gag. The force of the pull brought a great gushing heave from the pit of her stomach and she blew out the gag. It plopped onto the tabletop with a icky
'splat'.
With her mouth now free, I though Daphne would be screaming her head off, but all she did was continue to sob and gasp for air. I guess she was too embarrassed to let anyone else know anyway.
As I continued to look on, kneeling exhausted from my own climax,
Linda took a grab on the blouse-leash with her teeth, holding
Daphne's head strained backwards. With one free hand she grabbed a paper cup off the desk and held it in back under the panty remnants tightly gripping Daphne's legs. Slowly she pulled her still buried fist from Daphne's crack, sliding out the butt-plug-dildo at the same time. Jiggling ass cheeks unrolled the panty-cock and, as the tight upper panties loosened their grip, Daphne's vaginal cum began to thickly seep out. Linda twisted and worked the creamy panties in one hand, catching the ooze in the cup. When she was finished, she had almost a complete cupful of Daphne's cream.
Still holding the head back with the cord in her buck-teeth, Linda brought her free hand up to Daphne's nose and pinched it off between thumb and forefinger. With the strong pinkie of the same hand she poked down into the chin, forcing the mouth open. Head and neck yanked back, throat and mouth forced open, Daphne offered no resistance as Linda poured her own jism into her from the large cup. After each lump of cum-pudding had oozed in Linda would hook her pinkie under Daphne's chin, forcing her jaws closed. Daphne had to swallow the gob before Linda allowed her lips open for another breath. Pouring in too fast for Daphne's gagging swallows, some of it flowed out to smear her chin, swirling into a pearly mixture with my cum. I could see down into her mouth and thickly coated tongue as her throat spasmed and choked her own thick juice down into her awaiting stomach.
A sick green tinge appeared on Daphne's face and series of shuddering spasms racked her tummy. It looked like she was about to throw up the whole thing! Linda also felt the signals. As she poured in the last ounce of goo, she dropped the cup, picked up the sopping mess of a gag off the table and, still pinching the nose off, mushed the big, cold, wet wad back in through Daphne's struggling lips. Linda now let go with both hands and teeth and stood back watching in delight.
Daphne, standing in the middle of the room, free except for the neck truss, arms still tied tightly up in her back, bent forward at the waist and heaved. As Jeff and I looked on, stunned, her knees buckled and a torrent of thick cum shot back up from her spasming stomach, rocketing out her throat tube into the back of the cloth ball. She almost fell over backwards from the force, but managed to stay on her feet. Almost half of the wad ballooned out of her lips from the force of the jolting liquid. I though it was going to be blown out of her, but it was sucked back into
Daphne's mouth like it was being pulled in with a vacuum cleaner.
As Linda stood looking on with unrestrained joy, Daphne's throat convulsed again. She gulped the gooey mixture of her own and my cum back down the tunnel and stood, bent slightly, breathing with relief, when the next shock wave took her off her feet. She retched her cum up again, beginning to look faint but unable to stop the spasms, as the oozing gag slipped halfway out again, but not far enough to come out. Spasm after spasm rocked her; heaving gut blasting the cum up into her mouth and bringing it back down again to reload when it splashed against the blocking gag.
Daphne was beginning to weaken. Sweat covered her forehead and matted her hair down in wet pleats as she was worked over in that spastic seizure, alternately swallowing and then heaving up her own cum, throat bulging visibly as it was forced up and down.
After about a minute and a half she looked like she had had all she could take, when Linda announced, "OK. I think she's had enough.". Daphne fell to her knees, still racking, eyes turning back inward into her head. Straddling her from the back, Linda grasped the leash to immobilize her and, bunching all five fingers of her other hand, pushed the blunt point of her hand tool between
Daphne's wet lips. Not letting up, Linda continued to push her fingers in.
Spreading Daphne's lips so wide that they lost their color, she let her fingers widen out around the soaked gag-rag. I continued to stare dumbfounded as Linda worked her mammoth hand, until, suddenly, Daphne's mouth resistance gave way. Her jaws snapped open a further three inches, locked almost straight up and down, as Linda's knuckles slid on in through the gaping mouth. I began to heat up again, hardening at the sight of Linda's whole fist in
Daphne's mouth, the lips having sucked closed around her thick wrist. It looked like she was fellating Linda's arm like a huge horse dick. Linda's fingers squashed around the massive mouth gag, bulging out Daphne's cheeks like a monstrous cockhead.
Incredibly, I began stroking my stiff meat again as Linda began pistoning her forearm.
Daphne's face was almost lifeless now, but her lips reacted automatically like any woman's should when a thick, fleshy pole slides in and out of them. They latched on to the wrist and began slurping and sucking as Linda pumped her arm-cock. But it was no good. Daphne had fainted even while her lips continued to suck and Linda realized that Daphne had truly had enough for now. With one yank, she pulled out the fist and gag.
We all froze when Margaret knocked on the closed door and yelled in, "Hey you guys! Break time was over five minutes ago. Let's get back to work! Remember, Gene will be here any time now.". I realized that this must be why no one had bothered us. It was normal routine for people to take their breaks in this room, close the door and watch TV. But it still made me jump when she yelled in at us. I couldn't believe we had been in there for only twenty minutes. It seemed like a whole day, but there were several hours to go.
Linda was the only one who thought to answer her. She yelled back, "OK. we'll be right out.". I didn't know how we were going to do that. Daphne was still kneeling, fainted, in the middle of the floor, her blouse, twisted into a rope around her neck, the only thing holding her upright. Her jeans were pulled down to her knees; underpants hanging limply now, twisted out of shape, stained tan on the bottom and sopping white on top. Her hair was matted down and sweat dripped from her cum stained face and tits.
She didn't look ready to go anywhere. I was kneeling on top of a table panting with exhaustion, pants stained with cumjuice, mine and Daphne's; my slick, raw, red tool still stiff from my last abortive jack-off. But, being only part-time and having to work on the equipment anyway, I could afford to stay in there until I could figure something out. And Jeff, who had just watched the whole thing, was supposed to be in there. He just went back to his desk. Linda hadn't even broken a sweat and she still had all her clothes on.
Once again, Linda took charge of Daphne. She moved in front of her and, with gentle expertise, slapped her face. Daphne awoke, a little panicky at seeing Linda, but too exhausted to do anything about it, and closed her eyes in deep shame. Another slap, this time a backhander, brought her to full attention again. Sarcastic words were thrown at her, "Come on little Daphne. Margaret says we have to get you cleaned up so we can get you back to work. But it won't be as much fun as the work we just did, huh?!".