The night at the club turned into a frenzy, a spiral of desire and loss of control that engulfed Livia and Mariana like a whirlpool. After the first woman tasted Livia, the space around the platform filled with eager bodies, men of all types—tall, muscular, tattooed, bearded—approaching with hungry eyes. Mariana, initially a sovereign spectator, stepped forward, the whip falling from her hand as a symbol of temporary surrender to the chaos she herself had caused.

“You can use her,” Mariana said, her voice sharp above the music, pointing to Livia still on her knees. “No limits. She can handle it.” A crooked smile crossed her face as she stepped away, leaving Livia exposed to the crowd. The men didn’t hesitate. The first, a man with tanned skin and rough hands, grabbed Livia by the hips, yanking her lace panties off and forcing her to bend over the platform. Without foreplay, without a condom, he penetrated her ass with one firm thrust, eliciting a scream from her that was lost in the cacophony of the club. Another man, with shaved hair and wild eyes, positioned himself in front of her, pushing his hard cock into her mouth, silencing her as they both used her at a brutal pace.

Soon, more joined in. A third man lined up behind her, forcing a double penetration into Lívia's already broken asshole, while she moaned and writhed, the nipple rings jingling with each violent movement. They took turns, switching between her ass and her mouth, some cumming inside her, the viscous heat running down her thighs, others filling her throat until she swallowed it all, her eyes watering and her red lipstick smeared in a trail of submission. Lívia lost count of how many had taken her, her body trembling under the weight of hands, cocks and orders shouted amidst the collective ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Mariana was giving in to the same fate, but with the difference of who was still in charge of the chaos itself. She moved away from Lívia and was surrounded by a different group of men, their bodies glistening with sweat under the lights of the club. Without condoms, as she herself seemed to prefer that night, they took her without ceremony. One put her on all fours on the floor, invading her pussy with deep thrusts, while another forced her mouth, his cock pulsing against her tongue. A third joined in, thrusting himself into her ass, and soon she was being double penetrated, muffled moans escaping between the members that filled her. They came wherever they wanted—in her mouth, in her ass, in her pussy—and Mariana accepted it all, her eyes half-closed in a mixture of pleasure and dominance, even as her body was used relentlessly.

Time dissolved in that endless orgy. Hours passed, the music pulsing like a beating heart, until the sky outside began to lighten. The exhausted men began to disperse, leaving Lívia and Mariana in the center of the room, both reduced to trembling and soaked figures. Lívia was lying on the platform, her legs spread, her ass gaping and dripping with cum, her face stained white and red, her leather collar damp with sweat. Mariana, a few meters away, stood up with difficulty, her latex dress torn, her body covered in marks and fluids running down her thighs.

"Get up," Mariana whispered hoarsely, reaching out for Lívia. She obeyed, her wobbly legs nearly giving way under the weight of her own body. Half-naked, with only scraps of their clothes still hanging on, they walked through the empty club, the floor sticky beneath their feet. Outside, the rising sun greeted them with a merciless light, highlighting every bruise, every stain of dried or fresh cum that covered them. Mariana opened the car, and the two of them got in silently, the acrid smell of sex permeating them.

The drive home was a blur. Mariana drove with her hands shaking on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed straight ahead, while Lívia huddled in the passenger seat, the chastity belt cold against her hot, bruised skin. When they arrived, they barely made it up the stairs. The bedroom door was shoved open, and they collapsed onto the bed, side by side, their exhausted bodies collapsing into a deep, almost comatose sleep. Daylight flooded the room, but neither of them moved, surrendered to the weight of their shared consecration, now sealed not only by Mariana’s dominance, but by their total surrender to that night.