Delegating

I pulled my cock out of her watery snatch, and let my thick, sticky cum rain on her pussy and belly.

Better out than in. I wasn't planning on making babies with this demon bitch.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while as she convulsed, screamed into her ballgag and leaked like a fountain on the floor, probably having the best orgasm of her life.

Shit. The bitch was squirting so hard she even pissed a little. I just hope she didn't get anything on my shoes.

"Wow. Holy shit. I knew you were a **** little, RETARDED, cumwhore, but this... Couldn't even handle five minutes with my dick."

I'm not sure she even heard me. She was still somewhere else, unable to override all those overwhelming waves of pleasure.

But... Holy damn. This actually worked.

17 freaking points. In just five minutes.

Even I had to admit that this was kinda genius. By trying to resist me... She was actually making her submission even higher. And she probably still had no idea how many points closer she was to being all mine.

Well the way she was still trying to catch her breath through that gag meant she probably had no idea about anything happening around her, at all.

So... Right now, there was only 8 points left...

The hurry wasn't that big anymore, but... Could I just do this same thing again?

...

Fuck her completely senseless? Over and over again until she reaches zero?

...

Not that I was opposed to using her like a glorified blow-up doll... But there were a few issues with that.

First of all... I think the first attack on her pussy was going to be the most impactful one. If I did the same thing again... It had to feel a lot less like surrendering, right? I mean... The seal on her cunt was already broken, no way it was going to feel as humiliating as before.

And honestly, this one was a bit more special. She already came once, she's not going to cum that fast the second time. If it took longer than five minutes the next time, it would feel to her as if she gained some resistance.

I would be lucky to get just a few points, probably not even close to eight.

And the other thing I had to deal with... I already came four times today.

I know last night I tested things out with Janice, and found out I could cum multiple times more... But there were a few other factors here.

That seven-minute assfuck with Gloria... And all the weird sensations I had during it... Even with my powered up sex strengths, it felt like it drained an inordinate amount of power from me... And then I had to be tied up for God knows how long, fight a freaking assassin, get a handjob from a lunatic, and fuck that assassin to orgasm in five minutes...

I was actually really... really tired.

In this state... I might have some real trouble fucking somebody into submission. Again.

And besides all that... I didn't want to spend the rest of the day fucking her. I had plans for this day.

Michelle had already texted me, asking where I was.

All of this combined... I had to think of something else.

And looking around me... and thinking about my other plans...

It was all starting to come together. Once again.

So while Reagan's cunt slowly dripped the last of its sweet-smelling cuntjuice on the granite floor, and life was starting to return to her eyes... I messaged Lana.

She answered back quickly, like a **** should. She'd be here in a few minutes. Better get everything ready.

Luckily I didn't even have to look too far to find what I needed. My dungeon was stacked full of fun items. Everything one needed for a fun working day. All bases were covered.

With Gretchen's money, it was no issue to get a box full of vibrating dildos and vibrating buttplugs. I bought so many I even got a store discount.

So I searched for the biggest ones I could find. But then again, they were all big. Why would I buy small ones?

When I found the ones most to my liking, I made sure Reagan got a good look of her new buddies.

And here I was thinking she didn't have enough strength to trash about violently anymore. She sure proved me wrong, throwing another **** temper tantrum. It didn't even matter to her how impotent her swelling rage was, she wasn't getting out of that thing.

There was probably less and less tactical awareness to her actions and more just unstoppable rage. She was so soundly defeated in such a short time and so completely fucked in all meanings of the word... She probably had **** but to retreat to her more baser instincts.

Now that her cunt had gotten somewhat used to getting a big log shoved inside there, the dildo slid in quite peacefully. All our combined juices lubricated its journey inwards nicely. The only problem was that the bitch kept shaking her body, making it harder to access her hole. But that was easily fixed by roughly pushing her torso against the x, and keeping her still with just the **** of my left arm.

"Easy there, cumbunny. I think you're past pretending you don't like big things up your coochie."

And, finally... It was all the way in now. So deep inside her canals, that the whole thing vanished from sight. It had to be at least my length, so the culture shock shouldn't be that massive to her. The only thing was... Right now, it would pretty easily slide out.

Those panties could have been useful for that. Too bad I broke them apart.

But never mind. Time for a makeshift solution. I grabbed a piece of rope... The same one she had tied my hands with... And expertly tied it around her waist and her pussy.

She really didn't like that.

But damn I was getting good at this. This nice knot should keep that thing in.

"MMMGGNGGGNHHH!!!"

What? Oh yeah. I guess I made the ropes very tight around her slit.

I made sure the same rope that has been biting my wrists was now biting her velvet curtains.

Oh wait, I forgot something important, didn't I?

The buttplug! And it was nice one too. It was the same type that Gloria was currently wearing.

So... Let's get that in as well.

I didn't bless this one with any other lubrication than one glob of my spit. It was probably plenty.

Then I slowly grabbed both of her trained buttcheeks, finely pulled them apart, revealing her lovely little button hole... and while she squealed like a tiny animal, I unloosened the rope around her crack, set the plug next to her hole...

FWUP!

And in it went. Almost as if sucked in by a vacuum.

She just squealed again. I had no idea how these felt in your butthole. Probably not that fun. For a first-timer, at least.

Then.... Another nice, painful tightening of the rope...

"NGGGGHHHH!!!"

There. Done. Both plugs were secured tightly.

And now... There was nothing more to do but wai-

CREEEEEEKK!

Oh, excellent timing. The basement door opened with its usual, unnerving screech.

There they were. Both Lana and Anna-Marie.

I had told them to wait for me in my new office... But situation had drastically changed. Better to do this here.

I enjoyed their shocked expressions seeing Reagan all shackled up, dripping of cum, with a rope around her pussy.

They had no idea who she was.

They didn't need to know who she was.

For all they knew, she was just another one of my endless conquests.

I smiled, and gave the assassin's ass a really loud, meaty slap.

SLAP!

"NGNGNGGGHHHHH!" She shouted through her gag, while thrashing like crazy again.

I hope she didn't honestly think that these two would do anything to help her.

All that Lana and Anna-Marie could do was blink their eyes excessively, hold their mouths open, perhaps wonder whether to run away or if they should ask me about her... But neither one did anything other than stare.

I see Anna-Marie was still wearing the red, nearly pornographic outfit I had picked for her on Wednesday. Oh yeah. I had totally forgotten about that. She had worn that for two days straight now. I saw it in the video with Maria too, but didn't even remember that I had **** her to wear that. I just thought she had a horrible fashion sense.

It probably had a real funky odor by now.

I should probably order her to change into something else. When I had the time to do that.

They were both carrying their laptops. Good.

"Okay, now..." I started, "There are several things we have to go through here."

With only the slightest hesitation... they both nodded. Good.

That's one thing to appreciate about subjects that are over +90. They rarely, if ever, talk back.

"Ignore her for now. I'll get to our tied-up guest eventually." To emphasize how meaningless she was, I gave her left tit a slap as well. She grunted painfully.

"Now... First of all. Here's the deal. You've probably heard it too, right, Anna? The bitch in charge is now Gretch? The previous bitch is gone?"

She nodded.

"Good. That's all thanks to me, you know, and my brilliant plan. But I guess you two played a small part as well."

They pouted cutely at my arrogant comment.

"But this thing is not fully solved yet. Maria is down... But not out. There is going to be a part 2 to this."

"please, no......" Anna quietly whined to herself. Probably not meaning for me to hear it.

"Yes. And I most likely will need you two again. Or one of you. I'm not sure yet. But. Maria is one vengeful motherfucker. And a violent and scary one too. The both of you... are not currently safe."

Their eyes grew wider at my comment.

"So, as of right now... Neither one of you can go home. You'll spend the weekend here. Safe. In this lovely basement, that I've recently turned into my own personal BDSM dungeon."

Their eyes grew even wider with shock.

"Don't worry. You won't be tied up. Not yet, at least... Do either one of you have any prior engagements this week? Something extremely important that you can't cancel?"

Lana quickly shook her head. Anna-Marie pondered.

"Just spit it out, Anna."

"...I- I was supposed to... To meet my sis- sister... She's- She's been going through some r-rough times, and..."

"Which day?"

"S-sunday..."

"Fine. Don't cancel that yet. We'll see what we can do."

Another sister... No way I'm missing that event flag.

"But in any case... You both will stay here, all weekend. That's why you have your laptops, so you have time to fine-tune this month's magazine even more. And Lana, you'll have even more time to work on that BDSM-article. Make it perfect. I'm coming back later today, and I'll bring you two- no, the three of you something to eat. Because you'll be spending time with lovely Reagan here. Aka, a cock-hungry cumslut."

"NGNGGHHHHHH!!"

"Shut up whore. Now. For today... You are going to have a mission. Do good work, and get a lot of plus points. Bad work, and you get a ton of minus points."

I handed both of them remotes. One for the cock in Reagan's sluthole, one for the vibrator in her asshole.

I turned around, towards Reagan.

I looked her deeply in the eyes, to make certain each one of my words was going to make an impact in her.

"Listen cumdump. Here is your next order. And you will... obey me. During the next eight hours... You are going to cum... 30 more times."

"MNGRRGRGHFSTTTT!!" She shouted. She was having real trouble holding her emotions at check now.

But this should work, right? This was such an exaggeration compared to just cumming once. It would have to be beyond humiliating to comply that many times, not to speak of exhausting.

Could she mentally withstand it? ...I didn't really care.

She was going to submit. Hard.

I turned back around to Lana and Anna.

"With those two remotes, you are going to control the cock and vibrator up her pussy and ass. Change the speed and settings as many times as you want to. Slowly at the beginning, then full **** when she's on edge. Just make her flood these floors thirty times. If either vibrator drops out of her... Shove it right back in. And if she passes out... and she will pass out at some point... Then take a break. For a minute. Then splash her with some cold water and start again."

Lana and Anna were stunned to silence. Not that they were that chatty anyways.

"WNTGTWWTHTHS!!!!"

This time I think I almost heard Reagan. Something about me not getting away with this.

She obviously had no idea who I was.

The next part I wanted to keep away from Reagan's ears, so I whispered it between Lana and Anna. "Also... Humiliate her each time she cums. Make fun of her. Let her know how sad it was that she came so fast. Call her a toy-addict. Or bite her ear or tit while she cums, and then call her a lesbian. I don't know, be inventive. Whip her pussy each time she ejaculates. Just as long you make her want to resist cumming.... Everything's permitted."

I think I heard Lana cough nervously... but when I looked towards her... she just nodded, obediently. Like she should.

My eyes caught something in the room.

Oh right. It was Reagan's gun. Still on the floor, exactly where she dropped it.

I picked it up. Both women let out a small gasp.

I put the gun into Lana's hand. She hesistantly accepted it.

"This... is only for defense. If she gets free, somehow... Avoid shooting her at all cost, but if it's between your life or hers... Or if any unauthorized goon gets in here... You are allowed to use it. This only for emergency, okay?"

She swallowed nervously... But in the end... she just nodded again.

"Do you have what I asked you to bring?"

She nodded again, and handed me a padlock from her pocket.

I smiled, and quickly pinched her left nipple. She yipped like a mouse.

"That's a good ****."

I was already walking towards the exit.

That was everything, right? I didn't forget anything crucial?

Oh yeah, wait, there was one more thing...

I turned around at the door. Anna and Lana were still staring at me, still looking completely dumbfounded.

"Oh yeah. I almost forgot. You two girls have done excellent work for me this week, so you really deserve a reward..."

There was suddenly a sprinkle of hope in their eyes.

"You know what? I'm giving both of you five free orgasms. You can use them whenever you like."

That news legitimately made them happy.

They both scrambled to thank me. "T-Thank you, m-master!". Anna-Marie bowed awkwardly, and even more awkwardly, Lana got on her knees.

"Just one more thing," I quickly continued, "The only way to achieve those orgasms... Is when you do it to each other."

That brought their sudden celebration to a standstill, and they almost instictively leaned further away from each other.

Both of their faces were, suddenly, at least five times redder.

"Do with that what you will. You'll have the whole weekend together. And with this..." I was already installing the padlock on the basement door, finally getting to lock the place down. "You'll be safe. Nobody else gets in... And no one gets out."

With those words... Lana's cheeks were already starting to glow hotter.

This wasn't, in a sense, a cramped space... But I was definitely restricting her movement. Her trait of getting more lustful in those situations... Was bound to act up. Sooner or later.

"I'll be back later today. And this room better be swimming in pussyjuice by then."

And with that... I gave Reagan one more arrogant smile, and locked the door behind me.

I didn't leave immediately. I stayed behind the door long enough to hear the first electronic whirls and her helpless moans.

Reagan was going to have a fun day.