Meanwhile in the Dungeon, part II

LANA

And so...

I finally finished writing up the email.

To my little sister.

Sigh.

All the missed calls, text messages, emails... She really wanted to get a hold of me.

I'm sure sending that video to her... and then having Anna completely deflate the whole thing by not consenting to the story... even threatening the paper with a lawsuit if they publish it... Then, only a few hours after that, Maria quit her job anyway... Yeah, I had no doubt she wanted to ask me what the fuck was going on here.

Her and her damn relentless journalism never had an off-day.

But... I was too busy yesterday to get back to her.

I glanced over to the blonde woman, apparently named "Reagan", tied and gagged, hands suspending from the ceiling... nude, fucked and humiliated...

Locking her vengeful eyes on me whenever I looked her way.

It was quite an accomplishment. If I had to endure what she did yesterday... I think I might have turned completely insane. But she still seemed... So damn defiant.

...There was no real need to keep her in such an uncomfortable position. After all, master only ordered to keep her locked and gagged, not in... well, not in such a humiliating way.

But did it matter at this point? After yesterday's ordeals, I'm sure this felt like a holiday for her. Her pussy finally had some peace.

And... Well, something about her whole attitude... just annoyed me.

The way she silently judged me each second.

...I was only doing what master ordered me to do. It was her fault... if she had angered him some way.

I wanted to put her in that prostrating position just to remind her, that if I wanted to... I could still spank her arrogant little ass any time I wanted to. The spreader bar between her legs really completed the ensemble.

Anna hardly even fought me on that decision. And I knew why.

We both knew... master... would probably prefer... if she was uncomfortable... And... And I think he would prefer to see her like that, when he came back... And then he could...

...well, fuck her again, I guess.

...

...I wasn't jealous about her.

Let him use her anyway he wanted to. She probably meant nothing to him. Just a toy or something.

If... If he needed to, you know, vent some frustration on someone, I'm glad it was her, not...

...

Well, I guess I wouldn't mind if master wanted to... Vent stuff on me too... But...

Nggh... No more procrastinating. I needed to send this email. Now.

...I'll just give it one more look.

Hi, Katie.

I'm sure you're confused about everything right now.

Believe me, I didn't plan on misleading you in any way.

There are some things that are very hard to explain.

Meet me at my office. On Tuesday afternoon. I think I'll be ready to talk about everything then.

...That's it, right?

The message didn't need to be any more complicated than that.

...Master wanted to talk to her, in the office, next week... And I chose Tuesday, because Monday was going to be busy for the magazine... So... Tuesday was good... right?

...All I needed to do was send it.

...

...So master could... talk to my little sister.

And offer her a job.

Here.

And... considering how insanely persuasive he's been recently...

I'll think... she'll probably... accept.

And we'll... both be here.

...Serving... him...

...

All I needed to do was press "send".

But... perhaps the message wasn't perfect enough?

Perhaps Tuesday wouldn't fit his plans?

Perhaps... he should approve the message first?

Ngh...

Oh God...

It was so fucking hard to concentrate.

I think one of the main reasons for that... was the sound.

I mean, sure, the dungeon was pretty quiet... apart from a few grunts Reagan emitted once in a while... But... that wasn't the distracting sound...

The distracting sound... was the slow... wet... squelching sound... of both me and Anna... constantly... without a pause... fingering... rubbing... and circling... our... our...

...pussies...

I mean, don't get the wrong picture... It wasn't like we were doing it together, or in sync, or something... She was on the other side of the room, because that's where I ordered that horny lesbian to go...

But yeah... both of us... we were constantly... masturbating.

...Th-there just wasn't any other way to interpret that final order... The one he gave us before leaving yesterday...

I mean, he told us to "keep our pussies warm for him".

This... This was the easiest way to do that...

We didn't know when he might show up, it could be any second after all...

So we... Had to keep things prepared. For him. All the time.

And... And doing that... And not being able to... finish... It really fucks up your thinking process.

And it's not like I needed this to feel extra... fuck-hungry... I mean there was everything that happened yesterday, him keeping both of us orgasm-locked for so long... That, and... I don't know, being in this locked space for so long... Even thinking about the fact that I couldn't leave any time I wanted to... For some reason, it just made my pussy burn even brighter.

ngh... that's right... I was locked down here... In his private dungeon... Couldn't escape...

aaaahh....

no, focus... Focus, Lana.

But this... This was such a fucking confusing order.

I mean... I didn't know. Was my pussy... warm enough for him already? Could I... maybe let it cool down for a second or two? Maybe I could lay off... for a minute?

I mean... It's not fun doing everything like this. Writing an email to my sister while masturbating... it's kinda fucked up.

Having to think about her... while edging myself with my finger... I fucking hated that.

But... I still couldn't stop. "Warm" is such an subjective word... To some people, even hot is not "warm" enough... People have different body temperatures... And if he... ngh... penetrated my hot p-pussy with his massive dick... not finding it "warm" enough... and then... perhaps... he would be disappointed with me, throw me away... and never fuck my brains out again.

The thought... was beyond horrifying.

I had no doubt about it now. I was turning into a sex-addict. His little sex-addict.

...Ever since he informed me, that he had the full power over my orgasms... And I could only edge myself... I did kinda eventually find a nice rhythm to deal with it. It was extremely frustrating and time-consuming... But it helped me get by.

If I just... kept myself on that edge... all the time.... playing there for hours... It... It kinda let me turn my brains into some kind of pink, fluffy fog... Not having to think about anything else. And it was somewhat enjoyable. ...And it was the only way to deal with the lust. In its own way... It was pleasurable as well.

Extremely frustrating... But better than doing nothing at all.

Eventually though, the need to cum would overwhelm everything... that the end-result was me just growing more ****.

Just... fantasizing about hearing him say that magic word....

..."Cum."...

...yes, I think I was starting to accept the fact that... that I would do anything he ordered me to do...

...anything...

To hear that... word...

But... if that was so...

Was this... even me... anymore?

Or I was just... an extension of his will?

Nnno, don't think like that...

I'm still here...

I can still make decisions... when he gives me the option to have a choice...

Like...

This thing with... Anna...

He gave me a choice.

And... And..

I wanted to... I needed to do what I wanted to do...

Even though the concept of "what I wanted" seemed to dissipate practically by the hour...

It was all just for-

"Lana?"

Shit!

Speak of the devil.

Anna had somehow sneaked near me while I had my eyes closed and fingers in my pussy. Thinking about him.

How dare she interrupt my thoughts about him.

Even though I told her to stay far away from me!

I quickly pulled my soggy fingers out of my panties, quickly brushing them against the floor.

Oh God, so slimy...

"What? WHAT!" I shouted.

Perhaps a little angrier than I should have.

I mean... none of this was her fault, just...

Nobody wants to be interrupted while they masturbate... I guess...

She kneeled down next to me.

Ugh. I almost blissfully forgot.

She was still naked.

She didn't put that one-piece tube dress thing back on after Jack came by and made us fuck Reagan.

It annoyed me.

I mean I'm sure that thing was uncomfortable as fuck, but... I didn't want to look at her nude body all the time. I complained to her about it, but... well, she was right about the fact that Reagan was constantly naked as well, so why should one more naked person bother me?

But it did. It really did.

And she should understand the reasons why.

Sweat was running dripping all over her body, and her hair looked a mess. And she smelled like sex. Jesus. How hard had she been jilling herself? ...Then again, I probably didn't look much better than that.

So glad there weren't any mirrors here.

She finally spoke up. "Are you... Lana, I'm just... I'm just wondering... if you're having the same problem I am."

"What... problem?"

"Egh, well... The... The thing about... I mean, the order... about keeping our... pussies warm..."

Oh God.

Why would she discuss that with me?

"...w-what about it?"

"Look, I'm sure... Or maybe you're having the same issues I am... with... I can't be certain, when it's... you know, sufficiently 'warm' enough... Like am I...making it too hot? Should I increase or decrease my pace? Or is it warm enough at all? I mean... you... when you do it long enough, you kinda lose... it's hard to tell... how hot is it really... with your own... hand..."

She swallowed several times while trying to get those words out.

The fucking woman so transparent, she was practically salivating.

I inched away from her.

She inched closer to me.

"So... I thought... maybe if you were having the same p-problem... We could... perhaps... com.... compare-"

"Anna... Listen carefully. This is the last time I'm going to tell you. I'm not gay. Get away from me. NOW."

She slumped over a bit, in exhaustion. Letting her... fairly large breasts shake in the gravity.

My eyes glanced over at her pussy.

Jesus Christ.

It was so... unbelievably...

wet.

such clear streams of liquid... running down her thighs...

She had really given it no mercy.

I mean... if I was dying of thirst in the desert... that sight would look like a life-saving oasis to me.

...what?

What a weird fucking thought.

Almost...

No.

No, please God no... I don't want to lose one more piece of myself.

But... It felt like... the former me... was just disappearing into a whirlpool of... of...

"Here's another thought, Lana," Anna suddenly spoke up. Oh fuck. How long was I staring at her pussy? Did she catch me? "Did you ever think why Jack-"

"Master."

"Oh, right, 'master'... Why... master... gave us this... particular way of... climaxing?"

"...Yes, obviously. He said it was a prize for our hard work. But that doesn't mean we have to use it."

"Well..." she said, slowly leaning her... shiny body closer to me. I backed away again. "Doesn't that mean... that he would like us to do this? I mean... why else would he give us this freedom? So... if... you don't do it... wouldn't that make him disappointed in you? Disappointed in... us?"

She placed her soft palm on my naked thigh.

I swatted it away.

But I let her keep it there for too long. At least three seconds too long,

"T-that's not the right conclusion to make. There's no way for to know for certain... what he wants. Perhaps he... he enjoys it more if we... if we withhold... from the pleasure... and... and... let him be the only one who makes us cum. Perhaps he's testing our devotion to him versus our base desires. And... And I'm not planning on failing him."

Anna sighed and rolled her eyes.

The way she exhaled made her whole, naked bosom jiggle.

...I am not a lesbian. Why am I focusing on her body so much?

I mean of course I was hornier I had ever been, but... Was that it? Had my cunt completely overruled my brains by now?

I could only think about sex, sex, sex? Even with... another woman?

Just as long... as there were two warm bodies... moving in sync together... I mean...

"I still... I don't understand Lana. Why... Why is this 'lesbian' thing such a block for you? I mean... I'm not a lesbian, but, I think all sexuality is on a sliding scale... and, well... if I really, really want something... I don't see a reason to stop myself."

"...if you... really, really want something?", I repeated questioningly.

The way she underlined those words. It was... odd.

She smiled flirtingly, this time crawling quite aggressively towards me.

I'm sure the image of the famed photographer Anna-Marie Depardieu, crawling towards you, naked and smiling, was like a daydream for all the men who had ever seen her... But for me... It was the strangest mix of hell and... heaven.

"It's just... I'm really not gay, Anna. Not one single bit. And it's not like... I have some conservative values or something. I just... I don't think.... I wasn't planning on doing this, at least not v-voluntarily, ever... the thought al... always disgusted me... and... and if I do... I'm not sure I... I'm myself anymore..."

She lifted up my chin, gently.

I should have swatted her away, right there and then.

But her eyes... and lips... they had never looked shinier.

It was hard not to get... mesmerized... by her beauty.

"It's okay... Lana," she whispered. "You... You don't have to think about this as some... lesbian thing... just... if it helps you... think about me as a... tool for m-masturbation, or... or something... just... something you can use... to get off..."

"Anna... that's... that's disgusting... I... I can't do that..."

She pulled my head closer to her lips.

"Then, perhaps... I can use you..."

She was slowly pulling me closer... to those red, cherry lips.

I could feel her heart beating through her hand. She wanted this so bad... She was almost shaking.

And I... I felt so goddamn weak. Like my body refused to fight back, and... even my mind... was surrendering.

We had nothing in common. I was a writer, she was a photographer. We barely ever talked, and when we did, it was clear we had different interests. If anything... we were rivals now. And I didn't have any warm feelings towards her.

And neither of was actually a lesbian.

So none of this... Should make sense.

We should be living completely separate lives...

But here we were.

In this secret basement.

About to... actually...

Share a...

Kiss?

And just as our lips were about to meet...

The basement door swung open. With ****.

...It was Gretchen.

...Or wait, was it?

If it was... Her silhouette was a lot more shapelier than I remembered.

She quickly scanned the room, briefly stopping to stare at the naked blonde left hanging in the middle of the room...

But she quickly turned to us.

Two redheads, hot and sweaty, intimately close to each other on the floor.

She pointed at me.

"Lana. Let's go. Master needs us."