Mokou let her head be forced back and forward into Chloe's strap-on, the rhythm the sick bitch was moving her head at was at odds with the thrusts of the dildo and she would occasionally hit the back of Mokou's throat, earning her a delightfully sickening groan and gagging sound.

She sobbed heavily and threw her hands out to push Chloe's body back. She couldn't breath like this. She couldn't breathe at all.

And, of course, the collar started working it's wonderfully potent 'training' on her, shocking her whole body and robbing her arms of any real strength.