Indeed.

My plan started perfectly:

Kat and I had a good time and Frannie stared at it, she’d started with her previous insults, but by halfway through, she was just staring, open-mouthed. Her hands didn’t touch herself, and her legs were spread like she was afraid closing them would make her cum.

I glanced over at her, and at the clock. Ten minutes in…once an hour…I activated Orgasm Control, making her think about Kat as she came. She tried not to move, but sitting there with her legs spread, I could see the muscles trembling and hear her low moan over the sound of Kat sucking.

I laughed cruelly, “I think that Frannie came just from watching us…”

She shuddered, “It’s not about you, she’s hot.”

Kat looked over at her, “Wait, he was right? I thought he was kidding! Do you feel a spark between us?”

“No, I--no, of course I came from watching a cunt like you getting fucked. I’ll cum harder fucking you!”

I laughed even harder, “Weren’t you meant to say that she’d cum harder fucking you? Why would you even claim that you’d cum harder fucking her than watching her get fucked?” I switched Orgasm Lock back on.

She blushed.

“Come on, Frannie, tell us an obvious lie.”

“Fuck you, I just misspoke.” +1 SP (Frannie: 61). “You’re the one who’s got something wrong with them, talking to me instead of fucking that hot piece of tail. What’s the matter, can’t…” her voice trailed off as my obvious hardness gave the lie to the insult she was about to give.

Kat snorted and got back to work. The next fifty minutes passed quickly and pleasantly, then it was Frannie’s turn.

“There’s clothes waiting for you in the bathroom, clean yourself up and get dressed,” she ordered sharply. Kat looked at me, I nodded as I stretched.

“Get me a towel, too,” I ordered. She’d cleaned my cock, of course, but I was still leaking a bit and I was sweaty, despite the perks I’d picked up.

She moved away, I glanced at Frannie, “Not starting with a pressure wash?”

“No, I realized taking a broken fuckpet and trying to break her further won’t work. So I’m getting her back to neutral, then I’ll break her even better than you ever could!”

I laughed. “Sure you will. Oh, you don’t mind about the towel, after all, if you win you can have Kat clean it for you and if not, at least you’ll have something that smells like our fucking to keep yourself company.”

She snorted, “At least you’ll be covered up.” +1 SP (Frannie: 62). I flipped her Orgasm Lock over to Orgasm Control.

Before we could really get into it, Kat returned, tossing the towel at me, and both our jaws nearly dropped:

Frannie dropped me from her attention and swayed forward, pulling some sort of electric device out as she advanced. “Now,” she tapped Kat’s exposed chest, who jumped and squeaked as it zapped her, “do you feel a spark, whore?”

Before Kat could answer, Frannie ripped down her top and shocked her nipple, prompting a scream and a whimper:

“Now, let’s discuss who’s a bitch.”

Kat broke quickly, whimpering, “Me, mistress.”

“Bitches kneel.”

Kat instantly fell to the ground.

“Bitches crawl.”

Kat crawled around on all fours.

Frannie caught her by the hair, bending her head back, “Bitches bark,” she ordered, holding the prod ready.

Kat hesitantly let out an ‘arf’

”Pant, bitch.”

Kat panted and…yep:

Got zapped in the tongue. I belatedly remembered to switch her back to Orgasm Lock, not that it looked like it would matter. Maybe she was just torturing Kat as payback for me? Or maybe it was to heighten the pleasure that would come later? Regardless, Kat couldn’t get to the interrogation, until she was able to fucking talk without getting zapped.

That took a while and twice she missed opportunities, but then Frannie made a mistake and went for a standard bind and pound, which Kat was extremely familiar with:

And when Frannie fucked her to close to her own orgasm, she freed Kat and **** the girl to her knees and put her to work between her legs, sliding aside her panties so that pretty pussy was staring my Kat in the face. Kat started her interrogation as she expertly worked the woman’s clit and cunt.

“How’d you get so many fucktoys, anyway?”

“****, threats and power, it’s the best aphrodisiac, whore.”

“Wow, you must have sooo much **** material.”

“Whole books of it.”

“You must keep lots of backups, just to be safe.”

Frannie shuddered. “No backups, not safe…”

“Where is it?”

“The safe under my bed.”

“How do I access--” she flinched away as Frannie trued to punch her, but I moved faster, grabbing her from behind. “How do I safely access the safe?” Her hands never left Frannie and I whispered coldly, “Answer her, slut..”

She did. No points, as ****, but Kat moved instantly. Thirty seconds later, I heard, “Got it, daddy!”

“Go,” I ordered as Frannie struggled and I slipped inside her, her panties shoved to the side and she came instantly, yelling out that she was cumming from being ****…I supposed that sort of counted as a secret, then just muttered about how she deserved this until I came in her, which didn’t take long at all.