Interview Her.

I pulled a burner phone out of the bag and turned on the tape recorder inside it. I ostentatiously started the phone recording as well. She probably would think she could hack and delete it, so should be willing to talk, but I’d have backup.

“Skin Diamond, I have a few questions before we begin, for everyone’s safety.”

“Ooooo, is this a casting couch?”

I looked at her calmly. “Skin, I need you to take this seriously.”

“Or you’ll leave me alone with a bound, mostly naked Francine? Oh, no, not that,” she teased.

“It sounds like my concern that you were unwilling is not correct?”

“Unwilling? No one ever forces me to do anything! I’m the fucking skinw@lker!” she snapped to her feet, and got right in my face. It took me a long moment to remember her hacking handle, which she saw, and was deeply offended by. “I’m the one who hacked all your files and dumped ‘em on the internet for everyone to see. Yeah, I know who you are, Elias Cain, corrupt ex-GCPD. This is my game and you’re both just my fucking walking dildos.” Well, that was either a bluff, bait, or she was even weirder than I’d thought.

“If Ms. Boles is in any way forcing you, all you have to do is say so, she cannot hurt you and I can handle any accomplices she may have.”

“Are you thick? I’m in control!”

“Well, then, tell me, what is the plan for this evening?” I asked, with a condescending smile on my face that I’m sure absolutely infuriated her.

“I get two one hour fuck-sessions, then I say Frannie was better and she’s my bitch for a week!” +3 SP (Skin: -33 SP)

Well, that was interesting.

“Tell me, what are your limits?”

“Limits are for fucking boomers! I can handle anything you bitches throw at me!” +1 SP (Skin: -32 SP)

“Tell me--”

“Stop that bullshit, this is a conversation, not an interrogation!”

“You guys know your time has started, right?” Frannie said, from where she lay.

I shrugged, “Well, then, Skin, since you’re in control, what’s in this for me? If you’ve already agreed to lie for Frannie, then what’s the point of this.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t want me. You felt up my ass five minutes ago!”

“You’re hot. But you’re not the only hot woman in Gotham. Or even in this room.”

“Please, men are all about the fucking chase. You haven’t fucked me yet, you want to. You’re not walking away from that.”

“Has anyone fucked you?”

“Where the fuck are we, boomer?”

“Has any man fucked you?”

“My past is none of your fucking business!”

“Let’s see if I can figure it out,” I stood up and stretched, removing my clothing casually. Skin’s eyes flickered over me as she sneered. “But, for the record, your safeword is red. If you can’t talk, it’s the ‘ok’ sign. If you can’t move your hands, it’s four quick blinks. Repeat that back to me.”

“Fuck you I don’t need a safe--”

“Repeat it, or we’re done. I’m not leaving myself **** to false accusations.” I walked over to where Frannie lay and began to remove her clothing. “I’ll just use this bitch and make her choose between us. Then you can find some new…living dildos was it?”

She glared at me. “Red, ok sign, three blinks.” +4 SP (Skin: -28).

I kept undressing Frannie, who was staring at me, unsure what to do, flushed and helpless, wanting to resist, but all too aware of the tape recorder and that that would be bad.

“What the fuck are you doing? I did it.”

“Are you stupid, skinwalker? I told you to repeat it and you couldn’t do that, while the only tension was from a bit of an argument. If you can’t manage it now, I can’t trust you to manage it when I’m breeding that tight little cunt of yours for the first time. Repeat it, correctly.”

She stared for a moment, thinking back, then blushed, her skin far lighter than Diamond or Jasmine and correspondingly showing the blush far more. That was something she clearly knew, too. “Red. Ok sign. _Four _quick blinks.” +4 SP (Skin: -24)

Asa was waiting back in her apartment for that. I was trusting her to make the choices on this bitch, while I focused on dealing with her. We wouldn’t usually be able to manage that, but with this one?

The options were pushed aside, left to Asa. It took surprisingly long for me to have my answer.

I covered the confusion by teasing Frannie’s naked breasts, while looking over at Skin.

“Do you understand why we need safewords?” I asked as I groped the bound and naked woman.

“Because you’re a bunch of pussies?” Frannie asked, drawing sharp pinches to her nipples that had her drawing in breath through her teeth, though she didn’t flinch.

“To cover your ass. Just like the recording, which better not get posted anywhere, or I’ll ruin your fucking life,” Skin snapped.

“No, that’s why I want the safewords. Why do we need safewords?”

“To practice safe sex,” she rolled her eyes, both audibly and visibly.

“Partly. Because, you weren’t wrong.”

“Huh?”

“About men being hunters. That’s true, usually. But not all men.”

“Not all men,” she chuckled. “Right, sure some are gay, but that sure as fuck ain’t you. Some are ace, same deal and some are trans and I really, really doubt it.”

I smirked, “No, you still misunderstand. Yes, some men went out into the world, hunting and chasing down animals to feed the tribe, but the tribe had other needs. For instance, where do you think dogs came from?”

“Uh…beats me? I’m not a fucking vet.”

“Some man went out and found a wolf, and through a combination of punishment,” I squeezed Rapetoy’s nipples until she cursed, “and rewards,” I flicked a finger over Rapetoy’s still panty-covered clit and activated her Orgasm Control, sending an orgasm ripping through her bound body. She twitched and pulled helplessly on the chains in what might have just been a show for Skin, but it was, well, not impossible, but hard to fake the sudden darkening of her panties, or bucking of her hips, “brought that bitch to heel. Then over generations of breeding and training, made that monster in the dark into man’s best friend.”

I let Rapetoy drop from my attention like the helpless trash she was and walked stalked towards Skin, looming over her.

“But to do that, to properly train someone, I need to know what the correct punishments and rewards are. Only you can tell me that. Just like only you can decide if you want to be trained.”

Her blush deepened, and her chin jerked up slightly, letting me look down her top and exposing her throat in an instinctive gesture of submission. I wanted to order her to stand, but I couldn’t risk the SP gain making me losing the chance at another challenge. Dammit Asa, what was taking so fucking long?

Instead, I guided her to her feet, then walked around her as if I was inspecting her. Which, to be fair, I was. I circled her several times, poking, prodding, groping, inspecting her teeth like a fucking animal, or an old-time ****, which got a sneer, and a flush. Her costume was cheap, for sex, and easily tearable, which was nice, as was her body. Finally, I had to say something.

“Frannie’s probably used every toy in here on you at one time or another. Answer honestly.”

“Yeah,” +1 SP (Skin: -23)

Shit, I had to watch that.

“I’m not going to use anything on you that isn’t part of my body.” Her eyes caught on my hard dick, but rose back to my face, barely under control.

“You talk a good game, but--”

Fucking finally, there was a pop-up, and the decision was made, I prepared to keep pushing, but I was annoyed. I could have made the choice three times over while I’d stalled and I was trying to do two things at once.