Hanna's Night of Debauchery

Hanna looked over at her **** and grinned, "So Vicky was it? I wonder if you could answer a question for me. What's your favourite stereotype about women?"

Vicky blinked, "H-huh? What? Favourite stereotype? That's not...that's not a thing. People don't have favourite stereotypes."

Hanna smiled softly, "No. Of course they don't. What I meant is what stereotype really pisses you off."

"Oh," Vicky said, "That makes more sense," Vicky still gave her a strange look. It made sense. After all she was topless and in bondage, sitting on the subway as a temporary sex ****. She probably expected to be used a certain way and this line of questioning just confused her. Still, she saw no reason not to answer, "I guess that women are bad drivers. My ex had this car, a Fereraiti or something, and he wouldn't let me drive it. Like I'd crash it or something. He even said that chicks don't appreciate cars like that. It was so sexist!"

Hanna nodded, "That's a good point. Women ARE bad drivers."

"No, I said-"

Hanna cut her off, "Shh. Unless you want to be gagged. Give me a minute."

Hanna summoned the rulebook. She decided to keep this change somewhat local, picking just the province of Ontario to mess with.

Ontario

New Rule: Acknowledging that women are worse drivers than men, effective immediately Ontario has suspended the licenses of all female drivers. Married women can have their licenses re-instated by having their husbands vouch for them. Unmarried women or married lesbians must undergo a strict and humiliating new process in order to have their licenses reinstated or to apply for a new license.

Hanna smiled to herself. She didn't drive often, but she did have a license. Now just a useless piece of plastic. She wondered what process the rulebook would enforce to get a license, and made a mental note to follow up later. She could have described it herself, but she felt like it was more fun this way.

"Oh look, here's our stop." Hanna stood up and tugged on the leash, "Come along pet."

Hanna led her out of the station and down several blocks. Eventually they reached a mid-rise apartment building and managed to follow someone else inside. Hanna had never been here before, but she knew where she was going. After all she'd sorted his mail just a few hours ago. She arrived at his door and knocked.

After a minute it opened and she bowed her head, "Good evening Sir."

"What the fuck is this?"

Hanna smiled at him, "Well Sir...I thought my odds of improving after just one blowjob were pretty low, so to guarantee a 5/10 I brought help."

"Help?" Julian asked.

"She lost a bet and so she's my sex **** until midnight," Hanna paused and reached into her bag. She pulled out a matching collar to Vicky's and snapped it around her own neck. Then she held out both leashes to him, "So we're your sex slaves. Until midnight. All I ask is that at some point you cum in my mouth."

"That's all is it?" Julian asked with a wry smile.

"Yes sir. Otherwise we'll do exactly as you ask." Hanna said, quite seriously.

"And if I ask you to fuck off and leave me alone?"

Hanna shrugged, "Regrettable but we'd find someone else. Oh and I suppose I should tell you before you decide..." She lifted her skirt, exposing the belt, "My pussy is out of commission."

Julian seemed to think it over for a moment, then tugged harshly on the leashes, pulling the women inside.

Hanna smiled. He'd accepted the bait, there was no backing out now. After all, she'd written a few other rules on the subway.

Julian's Apartment

New Rule: Women must obey Julian while inside his apartment. Julian must offer her a chance to leave his apartment at least once every 8 hours.

Old Rule: While in his apartment Julian has unlimited sexual stamina and no refractory period, and is also sterile.

New Rule: When a woman wearing a collar enters Julian's apartment he will treat her as his personal sex ****

She felt a little bad making him sterile, but if he wanted to have kids in the future he'd just have to do it outside his apartment or hope she remembered to ask to change it later.

As soon as they'd entered the apartment, he looked at them with a new expression.

"Well...it isn't fair that she's got her tits out and you haven't. Get to it slut."

Hanna felt his order hit her like a truck. It was a rule. She HAD to obey. She couldn't undo the buttons fast enough. She threw her shirt to the floor and then didn't even bother with the hooks on her bra, she just yanked it up until her tits sprang free and then she threw her bra and the floor.

He looked down, "Are you littering? How dare you. Pick that up and throw it in the garbage."

"Yes Sir." Hanna bent down and picked up her shirt and bra, then hurried off to look for a garbage. She found one in his kitchen, tossing the articles it the bin and then hurrying back out. She found him going through her bag. He pulled out a mass of latex and smiled, "I see you came prepared...but we'll get to that later," He tossed everything onto a table and made his way over to an armchair. He sat down and looked at both women, "Why don't I have a drink in my hands? Hanna...no...Bitch. Go get me a drink. Whisky. Neat," And he looked at Vicky, "And you...Cunt...take off those panties."

Hanna hurried to obey. She didn't know where anything was, but after a few minutes she was able to find the glass and the whisky and make him a drink. As she returned she saw Vicky had removed the dildo panties and was now masturbating while Julian watched. She handed him the drink, "Here you go Sir."

Julian accepted it wordlessly, then unzipped his pants and motioned to his crotch. Hanna didn't need him to say anything, she immediately fished his cock out of his pants and started to give him a blowjob. She was surprised he'd give in this easy, but she was glad. It would be good to stop these symptoms before they got worse.

She shouldn't have been surprised when he told her to stop, but she was. She really thought she was going to get her reward right away.

"Cunt, stop that and take over. Bitch, you can finish Cunt off with your mouth." Julian ordered.

Hanna had never tasted another woman before. She had never wanted to, still didn't want to. But a rule was a rule and she HAD to obey. As Vicky got into place to blow Julian, Hanna found herself lying down underneath her so she could lick between the other woman's legs. The taste surprised her a little, it was nothing like the taste of a man. It was sharper, but not entirely unpleasant. She did her duty and licked until Vicky's body shook with an orgasm and Julian told her to stop.

Hanna knelt beside Vicky and looked at her. The other woman's cheeks were full.

"Now kiss, you can swap my cum, but don't you dare swallow it."

In seconds her lips were on Vicky's and Vicky pushed the mass of cum into her mouth. Hanna struggled not to swallow any and pushed it back. The pressed into each other and battled over t he cum. Hanna was disgusted by it all, but knowing that it was for his pleasure made it all ok.

"Stop. Whoever has it, spit it onto the other's face," Julian's voice came from behind her, and she hadn't even realized he'd gotten up. The cum was in her mouth, so she opened and spat it at Vicky, "Now put this on." Julian tossed the mass of latex at her, "Cunt, help her."

Together the two women put Hanna into the outfit she'd bought at the store. She did most of it herself, but needed Vicky to seal her in. When it was done she looked at Julian, eagerly waiting for his approval.

Hanna couldn't wait to find out what Julian would do to her next. She was completely helpless, not only was she **** to obey, but even if she weren't her arms were completely useless in the straightjacket. She was nothing but his toy.

"Bitch you stay here. Cunt, with me." Julian got up and started to walk away.

Hanna was confused, "B-but-"

"Be quiet. Sit there like a good girl and wait." Julian ordered.

He took Vicky into the bedroom and soon the sounds of rather vigorous sex filled the air. Hanna squirmed in her bondage, but couldn't disobey his orders. She just had to sit there. And wait. It was ****.

Minutes passed. Then an hour. Then two. Hanna's knees were killing her. She was bored out of her mind. And the withdrawal symptoms were in full ****. Her head ached. Her lips were dry. Her stomach felt like an empty pit.

Finally the bedroom door opened and Vicky stepped out. Her hair was a mess and there were red hand prints on her breasts. Cum was visibly leaking from her pussy as she walked over to Hanna. "He wants you to clean me out." Vicky said.

Hanna nodded and stuck out her tongue. Then Vicky got closer and grabbed Hanna's head, forcing her face into her crotch. It was all Hanna could do to lick, feeling disgusted with the mixture of cum and pussy on her tongue. She didn't stop until Vicky finally let go. Then Vicky knelt down in front of her, putting them face to face, "Thank you so much Mistress! Master Julian is sooo my type. He's not as rich as the guys I normally go for, but he has potential. Lots of potential. He said if I do a good job then he might ask me out."

"Good job doing what?" Hanna asked.

Instead of replying, Vicky suddenly reached out and pinched Hanna's nipples, hard.

"OW!" Hanna shrieked and pulled back, but she didn't try to run away. She couldn't. She had to 'sit here like a good girl'.

Vicky started playing with Hanna's breasts, lifting them and squeezing them. Then...slap. SLAP SLAP SLAP!

"That hurts!" Hanna complained. She knew her previous rules meant Vicky could never really harm her, but she still felt pain.

Vicky continued torturing Hanna's breasts and her attention was so focused on that, that she failed to notice Julian come out of the bedroom to watch. Eventually though he made his presence known by stopping it, "That's enough Cunt," He stepped closer and stared down at Hanna, "Now you have two choices. Dismiss Cunt from your bet early, or have her slap you around until midnight. You're choice."

Hanna didn't hesitate, "Early!"

"Good. Cunt you may leave, as discussed earlier." Julian said.

"Yes Master." Vicky hurried off, and Hanna could hear her moving around the apartment. After a few minutes of awkward silence with Julian staring at Hanna, Hanna heard the door open and close as Vicky left.

Julian reached down and cupped Hanna's chin, raising her head to look him in the eyes, "Now then...you are going to tell me what the hell is really going on..."