29

The first thing that hit me when I opened that basement door...

Was the stench.

Or should I be more elegant here? Maybe "stench" was too crude of a word.

It was the finely refined odor of pussy fucked to its ultimate human capabilities.

A pussy that had given its all. Orgasmed until it couldn't orgasm anymore.

I could never call that lovely smell of humiliating, sweaty, naked defeat a "stench". In fact...

I don't think I could ever get enough of it.

The woman herself looked quite beat. She didn't even look up when I entered.

I'm guessing the powerful buzz from her nether regions was way louder and more focus-pulling than the creak of the basement door. The woman was probably just nothing but raw nerve now. Every single synapse in her brain was probably spent fighting the next orgasm.

It was nice to think that this was what she had been doing for the last eight hours, while I had a nice nap, ordered Michelle around, fucked Gretchen to bits... All that time, the only thing running in her mind was the two vibrators in her cunt and ass.

But still... I'm sure she knew I was there. She just didn't have the strength in her to look up anymore.

But seriously... what a sweaty mess she was. It was sort of disgusting and sort of sexy at the same time. I mean... It did make the tits that were showing through her ripped shirt shine gorgeously under the fluorescent basement light. And the floor beneath her... It was just a puddle. A puddle of all her bodily juices. Sweat, ejaculate, drool... And most likely piss too.

She didn't moan from pleasure. She just groaned.

Or the gag in her mouth just made it sound like that.

Lana and Anna-Marie were sweaty too. But despite all the estrogen flowing in the air... I was a bit surprised they weren't pawing at each other yet. They even stood suspiciously far from each other, just focusing on the remote controllers in their hands. Still... I could immediately see the desperation for a release in their eyes, as they turned their heads towards me. Well, either that, or they were just shocked to see me suddenly arrive. Even though I had told them I would return.

Most of their clothes were on as well. Lana had only taken her business vest off. Why weren't they taking advantage of my reward? I expected to find them scissoring when I arrived.

Weren't they **** enough? I mean... It wasn't like it was a new line to cross, I had made them do plenty of lesbian activities already...

Perhaps they were just that committed to the actual mission? In that case...

What was taking this long?

"What's the count?" I asked as soon as I opened the door.

The two eyed each other nervously.

"It's... It's 29... Master... But, y-you should also know, that she-"

"Shut up. I'm not interested in your excuses," I said as I threw a couple of grocery bags on the basement floor.

There were some very simple, cheap food items there. Enough to get the trio through the weekend.

Although, I was nice too. I put in some candy as well.

And not just any candy. Candy I had bought at the sex store.

Yeah, cock-shaped candy and lollipops. They should always be reminded of what their mouths are truly meant for.

I grabbed Reagan by her chin, and looked into her eyes.

She was barely there anymore.

This whole thing might not work if she doesn't even realize what's happening. I better make this last one count.

And... There were only 15 minutes left now.

Why was everything in my life recently coming down to the last wire? It was like this whole thing was some action flick from the 90s.

I gave the bitch a sturdy slap on her exhausted face.

SLAP!!

That woke her up a little.

And... Considering the latest trait I had bought for her...

She actually loved me a little bit more now.

But let's be honest. The change was probably from -100 to a -99 or something. And maybe not even that. Or who knew.

Might take a while before any of that effect was visible.

And several, several slaps.

So I gave her two more.

SLAP!! SLAP!!

I guess they were surprisingly loud and nasty-sounding, because I could hear poor Anna-Marie behind me gasping a little. I didn't even think either woman could gasp at this point anymore.

But, that woke Reagan more properly. She even tried to speak. And it almost sounded like she was forming actual words through her gag.

"mfngghhh..."

"Oh. Hello there cumslut. I just wanted to inform you that your final defeat is very close now. And I gotta say... this was easy as fuck. I thought you were going to give me a tougher fight. I guess I overestimated you."

"mngmngmgmgrff..." she gargled, powerlessly. A glob of drool dribbled down her lower lip.

"Oh, and guess what, fuckdoll?" I said, as I began roughly manhandling her pussy and anus.

Both areas were so hot and wet, that just by touching them I felt like I was in a sauna. The woman was probably so numb down there already that she barely noticed what I was doing. But... With a little effort, and with a little adjusting of the ropes...

A thoroughly spent vibrating dildo and buttplug dropped out of her holes. They jumped up and shook on the floor for a while, like a couple of freshly caught fish, until Lana and Anna had the sense to shut them off.

Reagan looked so relieved to be freed from the drills inside her, that she could've passed out from that feeling alone.

I grabbed her throat violently, and pushed her head against the backboard. That should keep her awake.

"What? You think it's over? You sad, pathetic slut... I thought you muscular bitches were stronger than this. I guess these are just for show, huh?" I said as I pinched one of her calves. That made her moan in pain. "Nothing is over. I just wanted to make your thirtieth a special one. For that... We're going to have to move you, cuntcakes."

I turned to the two frightened women behind me.

" Lana, Anna, get here. Put these on her."

Even though her thoroughly exhausted body tried putting up a pathetic fight... The combined power of the three of us managed to hold her down.

Naturally, we chained her arms and legs for transportation, just enough freedom to move her from one spot to the next, but not enough to escape.

I'm not going to say it was easy. At one point, she almost slipped away from me. Maybe it was because she was so wet and sweaty, but... I lost my grip on her. For those few awful seconds, I almost saw my life flashing before my eyes again.

Then I saw something unbelievable.

Just as Reagan was about get away from us and perhaps grab a weapon or something...

Lana kneed her. Right on the stomach.

Violently enough to make the woman double over, her flight cut short.

I just looked at Lana for a moment, completely stunned. She didn't even notice my reaction, she was still fully focused on detaining Reagan.

The way Lana did that... It was so immediate, and...

It wasn't like her. Or... was it? Not that I ever knew her that well, but... Maybe?

Or maybe... something had changed in her?

But we didn't have time to ponder about that. Things needed to happen fast.

With a dedicated group effort, I'm proud to say Reagan's readjustments took no more than five minutes.

The woman was finally locked on the same table and shackles Gloria had been in...

It was time for her to experience something a bit different.

I gave my two redheads the next orders... well out of Reagan's earshot.

When I returned to her, I had to kneel down to meet her eyes.

There they were... And there it was.

I could still see a smidgeon of fight left in them.

"Well... Looks like there's ten minutes left of this challenge. So, has it been a fun one?"

Not even a grunt this time. She just stared at me silently. With **** in her eyes.

"Honestly, think about it. Think about what kind of sad, cum-hungry, orgasm-thirsty nympho can cum thirty times in one day? I mean... Normal people would just shut off. But you... I guess you just can't get enough, huh? I guess in a sad way you are almost proud that you've managed to last this far, right?"

Still nothing.

"Taking this **** for a full eight hours... Wow. You're quite something, aren't you? I'm just wondering... How horrible it would it feel to have the victory snatched from you... right at the finish line? All that effort. Just down the drain. And the defeat even more humiliating than if you didn't fight at all. I'm guessing that would be the most awful thing you could think of, right?"

Still nothing.

But this time... Her eyes weren't staring at me.

They were staring at the two figures behind me.

Two naked redheads.... wearing strap-on dildos.

I smiled, and stood up as well.

I slowly pulled down the zipper in my pants, revealing my erect cock.

Its size easily competing with the two massive strap-ons beside me.

"Triple-penetration time, bitch."