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05 Princess Rebecca Bertie “For three days we’ve been fucking around with my friend’s worthless little boyfriend, and I’ve loved every fucked-up second. Today we’re all sitting at the table while that pathetic little s-t

CHAPTER ONE: THE TABLE OF POWER

Princess Rebecca and Bertie sat at a long, polished wooden table, their feet dangling carelessly off the sides. They were surrounded by piles of cash and expensive jewelry, the evidence of their most recent conquest. Between them was a pitiful figure, a boy who'd once been someone's lover but was now nothing more than a pathetic loser.



Rebecca leaned back in her chair, her eyes glinting with mischief as she watched the boy. He was on his knees, his eyes pleading for mercy as he tried to catch every drop of saliva they threw at him. She could feel the power coursing through her veins, knowing that this boy would do anything she asked just to feel the warmth of her spit on his skin.



"Look at him," she said to Bertie, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. "He's like a fucking addict, isn't he? Can't get enough of our spit."



Bertie laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down the boy's spine. "He's pathetic," she agreed, reaching down to rub her foot on his head. "But he's our pathetic little toy. We can do whatever we want with him."



And they did. For hours, they drenched the boy in their saliva, laughing as he slobbered all over himself trying to catch every drop. They spat on him, teased him, and humiliated him until he was nothing more than a quivering mess at their feet.



As the evening wore on, they grew bolder, pulling off their high heels and using them to beat the boy's body. His screams of pain were music to their ears, and they laughed harder with each blow. By the time they were finished, he was a broken man - and they were the queens of his dark, twisted world.



CHAPTER TWO: THE BITTER END

As dawn broke over the city, Princess Rebecca and Bertie left their humiliated slave where he lay, unable to move or think straight. They walked out into the early morning light, their heels clicking on the pavement as they discussed their next target.



"I think we need to find someone new," Rebecca mused, her eyes scanning the streets. "Someone fresh, who hasn't been tainted by our touch yet."



Bertie nodded in agreement. "And someone who's going to be even sweeter once we've broken them."



They continued walking, their minds already whirring with ideas of who they could find next, and how they could make them suffer. Because for Rebecca and Bertie, there was nothing quite like the feeling of power that came from reducing someone to nothing more than their plaything.



And so, they walked on, always searching for new victims to add to their collection. Because in their minds, the more they humiliated, the more they conquered. And the more they conquered, the more they reveled in their twisted dominance.

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