Friday begins

I managed to get +3 SP by nagging Penelope, that got me to -48 and she agreed to my movie plan, with some changes to the list of approved movies and alterations depending on who was in the audience. I forwarded that to Alyce, hoping it would be enough. I chose not to look at her challenges yet, maybe after Francine was dealt with.

I managed to gain +6 SP with Clayface, getting her to +9 by giving her the same tour/orders as the others.

As the day ended, I took stock of my current status as I went over to Kianna’s:

Bitch Bosses:
Alyce Sinner: -91
Penelope Young: -48
Francine Boles: +38
Convicted Cunts:
Harleen "Harlequin" Quinzel: +14
Peyton "Ventriloquist" Riley: +43
Bridget "Lady Firelfy" Pike: +23
Pamela “Poison Ivy” Isley: -100
Una “Absence” Nemo: -25
Clayface: +9
Lusty Lieutenants:
Asa Akira: +71
Kianna Dior nee Asa: +100
Diamond Jackson: +95
Hated Harlots:
Bridgette Bay +12
Katie Kox: +92
Unknown:
Jewelz Blue: -53
Skin Jackson: -36

In the end, I’d left the Orgasm Lock on Kat, as checking showed the cunt kept trying to masturbate, rather than ask permission, which I found confusing. She was willing to ask when she didn’t need to, but not when she did…which suggested asking when she did would mean something. The last points were hard to get, if you weren’t real lucky like I’d been with Kianna. So I spent two credits to get the Orgasm Lock upgrade. So annoying.

Speaking of Kianna, when she showed me her outfit, I instantly warned her I was going to destroy it, before that bitch Frannie even got her hands on Kianna. That made her blush, which given her outfit was hot as hell and she wore it proudly was saying something.

I gave her a last chance to get out of it, which she refused, we had a meal, I hoped wouldn’t be out actual last meal, though it was possible and we headed out. I had one of my phones, and with the call forwarding set up, I got Francine’s text with her address. I drove my shitty car to her quite nice apartment.

Either she made a lot more than I did, she had family money, or she was taking more than ass from her victims. It was on the third floor and clearly sound-proofed.

She opened the door, leered at Kianna and waved her in. She was openly wearing what could only be called ‘dominatrix chic’ and looked hot as hell too:

“So, this is you piece of rapemeat?” she asked as Kianna took off her coat, revealing that outfit and making Francine lick her lips.

“This is my concubine.”

“She’ll be mine by the end of tonight,” she said.

“We’ll see,” I said dubiously.

She offered us something to eat and drink, which we declined. The she lead us into what she called her playroom, which consisted of a lot of bondage gear, strapons, whips, and other BDSM tools. I kept an eye out for safes or other places to hide ****, but didn’t spot anything.

“Feeling a bit under-equipped?” Frannie asked, mocking me.

I chuckled and adjusted my already hard prick in my pants, “I’ve got everything I need here, and it’s the one thing you don’t have.”

She tapped an array of truly massive strapons, “I’ve got better.”

Kianna spoke up, “There’s nothing better!”

Frannie rounded on her instantly. “And what’s your name, sugartits?”

“Only for her master to know,” Kianna said, meeting her glare.

“Then I’ll know it by the end of tonight.”

“We’ll see,” I cut in. Ground rules, nothing permanent, nothing that leaves marks uncovered by normal clothes, no recordings.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

She looked at Kianna, “And you know I’m going to wreck that MILF body, right? Stretch your holes so much your little boyfriend here won’t be able to feel them with his pencil dick.”

“His dick is just fine.”

“Pathetic is what it is. Sure, he shoots a big load, but so fast.”

“How would you know?”

“Jealous?”

“Proud that you’ve taken the first step to being master’s--”

Frannie’s grip on Kianna’s throat shut her up.

“Enough, both of you. Release her, Frannie.”

Kianna gasped for air, her face red and the scent of her arousal filled the air. Frannie grinned. “Bringing a sub like this to me is just dumb, but I’ll take her,” she said, before releasing Kianna. +2 SP (Frannie +40)

“You got a clock, or timer or something? I think we both want phones out of this room.”

She pulled a clock off the wall in the other room as we both placed our phones out of the room. “Your time starts now,” she said, writing down the time on a piece of paper I could see.

I moved instantly, ripping off those fishnets, and hurling her onto the nearest padded surface and got to work. I’d activated Pussyheading of course and Kianna’s responsiveness was obviously honest:

“Is that all you got, you’re barely even stimulating the rest of her. You shouldn’t just leave those massive tits flopping around, either restrain them, or grope them. They make great handles for fucking sluts, at least when they’re that big.”

I ignored her, flicking Kianna’s clit and making her cum. That got Francine and as I watched her cross her legs, I checked--not yet for Weak in the Knees.

“Okay, I’ll admit that she’s so sensitive even you can make her cum. But you’ll see it’s nothing special about you. You just got lucky getting a slut so sensitive that anyone could have mind broken her to love them.”

Twenty minutes in, I glanced over at her, the commentary had continued, but the app didn’t lie. I popped on Weak in the Knees. “You see that, whore, the man fucking you has to look at me to keep his dick hard, after only cumming twice. Pathetic. I’ll train you better!”

After the full hour, Kianna was fucking bathing in my cum.

I kept an eye on the clock and Francine didn’t notice when the hour passed, she was watching us so intently, though she was still fully dressed and not touching herself, her hands were tight on her bench. “Call time, Frannie, unless you prefer I take your time as well?”

”My turn,” she said, rising and exchanging positions with me.

As I sat down, I spoke quietly, “No cumming,” I said, leaving it ambiguous which I was speaking to, but I activated the Orgasm Lock on Kianna.