Porn with plot

The video was long.

Like a few hours long.

As long as I had been away.

Had it been filming all this time? I guess so.

I had to check everything.

Every little piece of information could be a vital clue.

Turns out, the first hour really wasn't.

I mainly skimmed along it. To summarize: Gloria was trying to humiliate Reagan, as per my orders.

She was just really bad at it, and not that imaginative.

For a budding sadist such as herself, it was disappointing to see the limits of her abilities.

She reverted back to riding Reagan like a horse, and making her kiss and lick her shoes and hands. Then there were multiple sessions where she just berated her, telling her what an "ugly retard" she was.

And when she actually got her to do something new, it was usually by ****. Like when she ordered her to "shake her booty" for the camera, Reagan refused. In the end, she did only because Gloria was pulling her by her leash back and forward, so that she couldn't help but shake her thing.

Speaking of booty, Anna-Marie's filming was extremely... butt-focused. I mean sure, yeah, I got a very intimate view of Reagan's cheeks and what was between them, definitely good jerk-off material... but it was still a bit much. I don't remember Anna-Marie's photoshoots ever being that-

Oh yeah right, her newest trait. I was slowly turning her into a butt-freak.

I would need to talk to her about-

No, don't focus on that right now. Literally the least important thing right now.

Gloria's ineffectiveness was really my fault. I left in such a haste, I barely made it clear what type of stuff it needed to be. Something she hadn't done before, with Reagan herself making the decision to do the action.

Gloria's orders were just lame. No wonder there were no new points while I was having my way with Kara and Abigail. Even when she **** her to lick the floor, she just pushed her face against the floor with her foot.

Maybe she was too young to be inventive? If I had given the assignment to Lana, I had no doubt she would've rocked it. Perhaps that's what I should have done. Lana directing action, using both Gloria and Reagan like a pawn. Fuck. That would have worked. I'm such a fucking idiot.

There was a small pause in the butt-focus as Anna-Marie handed the phone to Lana, then quickly dressed herself and left the basement. Yes, this would be the point when her sister was heading here and I ordered her to meet her in front of the building.

She put on her red latex suit again. Her clothing lock made it so that she could wear only things I allowed her.

God, what did her punk sister think about seeing her like that?

And how was their conversation anyway? Sigh. I wish that was actually my biggest worry. Right now, I would have to leave that whole thing on the backburner.

Lana's filming was way more nuanced. Actually a decent mix of tits and asses. When Anna-Marie returned, she quickly stripped and took the phone back. And you guessed it. Ass, ass, ass. Although the angles were actually very inventive. She really had to quite flexible to get some of them.

Look, I'm not being unappreciative of the unique porn I was getting here. I would have happily watched the whole thing if my life wasn't literally on the line with each passing second.

Then, around one hour mark, stuff began happening.

I had to go back a few minutes to see the starting point.

It seemed that Gloria was stuck. She just stared at Reagan pensively.

Like she just straight up ran out of ideas.

Then Lana stepped up, and started speaking.

"If I might suggest... If you want to humiliate somebody... you need to get a little more... intimate. I'm sure you know what I mean. Under their skin. I mean... I'm sure even Master would like to see something like that."

The glare Gloria was giving Lana was pure ****.

"I. Am. Not. a. DYKE.", she finally responded, pinpointing each word like a dagger.

"Yeah, well, neither am I, but sometimes... there are things you have to do... for Master."

Lana shared a brief, almost oddly meaningful look with the camera.

Was she talking to me?

...or Anna?

Suddenly, Gloria's pout turned upside down, and her face morphed into an impish grin.

"Right. That's actually a really good idea! Why didn't I think of this before? I have a great tool to do that stuff with!"

"You do?", Lana asked.

"Yes. You. You're the tool."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh yeah. Of course! I'm sure daddy Jack will be happy about how I'm using his favorite little tool. Let's see. Hmm. What could I make you two do..."

"Hold up. You're not the one giving orders around here, girlie," Lana said as she crossed her arms and puffed her chest out a bit.

"Umm... I have an idea..." I suddenly heard Anna-Marie's voice from behind the camera. "I'm sure it would be really humiliating for Reagan, you know, to lick Lana's asshole... or something..."

Even I could hear her perverted breathing and the twitching of the camera as Anna-Marie was getting more and more turned on with each word.

Gloria got excited. "Hey! That's perfect! Come here!"

Suddenly, before Lana could even fight back, Gloria whirled Lana around until her butt was right on the kneeling Reagan's nose. Then, even more brazenly, Gloria pulled Lana's taut buttcheeks apart with her dainty hands.

"Hey! No!" Lana shouted, but she didn't actually sound that ****. There was even a tiny smidgen of horniness in her voice.

Gloria just straight up ignored her, and looked at Reagan from behind Lana's butt.

"You. Retarded doggy. Lick the hole. Right now."

Reagan backed away and shook her head.

Once again, I was waiting for Gloria to ruin it by forcing the butt on Reagan's face, but this time she actually remembered the correct procedure.

"Remember what happens to me if you don't? Daddy's going to hurt me, and you'll be the worst bodyguard. Ever."

Oh yes. My "peer pressure"-trap to make Reagan do whatever Gloria wanted her to do.

Lana could have easily escaped Gloria's grip at any point, but chose to stay there. Either she actually wanted to get licked... or she actually wanted to help with my plans. Honestly, it could have been either one. And I didn't care.

This time Anna's filming of the scene couldn't have been more perfect. Lana's pulled-apart asscheeks and her completely visible, open asshole didn't have any place to hide. Not only that, I could even see her glistening lower lips and Reagan's hesitating back of the skull.

The shot was pure kino.

And thanks to her excellent filming skills, Reagan carefully moving her head closer and closer to Lana's waiting anus was absolutely captivating. I was at the edge of my seat.

I mean, I actually was. I was sitting on top of the ass in question.

Present-moment Lana was pleasingly quiet and didn't seem to mind my weight on top of her.

I just had to play a little with her asshole as I watched the bodyguard's tongue finally make it's long-waited entrance.

It circled the rim, slathering each wrinkle, until Gloria's command "deeper" made her go... deeper.

Present-moment Lana moaned perfectly in sync with the video as the tongue and my finger penetrated her. The sound was so lovely, that I probably would have popped a boner even without the stunning visuals and cinematography.

I wonder... is this how Reagan's tongue was feeling? The same as my finger? That hot suction, the tightness... probably that and a world of tastes she would have happily lived her whole life without.

Oh yeah. This moment had to be it. The moment Reagan got that one submission point which gave me access to that memory-lock.

It wasn't long from that moment until I used it.

As Reagan's face-cheeks were now so deep between the buttcheeks of her tormentor, that I wondered how she could even breathe, the picture finally zoomed out. No wonder. Not even the most skilled cameraman in the world could find an angle where her tongue was visible anymore.

Curiously, at some point, Gloria had stopped spreading Lana's asscheeks. The fully zoomed out picture showed that it was now Lana herself keeping them willingly apart. She was moaning with her eyes closed, her face fully flushed. Dirty slut.

No, let me correct that. She was spreading only one of her cheeks. The other was still holding that taser I gave her.

It was now hanging just in reach of Reagan.

Yeah... Warning flags were starting to spring up.

They were seriously underestimating Reagan.

Then, I saw it.

Even with her face deep in another woman's ass, she was fully focused to the real situation.

Her hand was beginning to creep up, towards the taser, and-

WHIP!

Suddenly, a flash of something interrupted everything.

Something had hit Reagan's ass.

A fucking cat 'o' nine tails whip.

One of the many that was laying around here.

Gloria was wielding it, and looked happy with the red, swollen results.

Reagan had put her hand back down, but hadn't removed her face from Lana's ass.

"Keep licking, retard!" Gloria shouted, whipping her bodyguard two more time in the derriere. Then she looked back at the camera with satisfaction.

"Are you getting all this?" she asked excitedly, and Anna's answer was just a breathy "oh yeah...".

Gloria's face turned sour again. "Eugh. Fucking pervert."

She whipped Reagan a few more times. It didn't seem to have a big effect on her licking, but it definitely had a big effect on my boner. It also made Reagan give up on reaching for the taser, as Lana had enough sense to lift it out of her reach.

This went on for a few more whippings, until, suddenly...

Gloria decided to change things up.

She unleashed a powerful, slicing lashing - on Lana's ass.

WHIP!

Lana screeched and jumped in sudden shock and pain. She unlatched her butt from Reagan's face, and turned quickly around.

"What- What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"

"Just having fun," Gloria answered with a mischievous smile.

"Yeah well keep my ass out of your fun!" Lana answered, her tone rising in seriousness.

"Seemed like you were having fun with it, slut."

"Slut? How dare you? I'm not your toy, I'm... Master's toy. You don't get to do whatever you want with me, only he does. Is that too hard a concept for your adolescent brain to understand?"

"Oh God. I wish you would have actually choked on his dick."

Shit. This argument was getting out of hand.

I mean I knew jealousy was an inevitable by-product of living in my harem, but it was times like these I wish it wasn't so rampant. I could always fix it with the relationship editor, but... Fuck.

Lana's eyes were flaring up as she stood tall and pushed her nude body against Gloria's.

"Listen to me you fucking nepobaby bitch. The day that I decide you to whip you just for "fun", you're going to wish that you never met ME. You're going to wish your mommy wasn't a millionaire, so that you would have ended up working at a fast food joint, where your skills are actually adequate, just so that never had a chance to run into ME."

Gloria's eyes flared up as well.

"Fuck you, you fucking pretentious whore! Stop throwing your disgusting, ancient, reddish body at my boyfriend! I mean daddy! I've always hated you and the fucking pointless assignments you give me! When I inherit this place, I'm most definitely firing you first! I'm kicking your big ass out of MY building!"

Unsurprisingly, the argument wasn't stopping there. It turned into a full shouting match, with both of them emptying every resentment they had been bottling up for each other.

But, something else was happening too. And Anna's camera caught it.

Reagan was suddenly shaking her head, like a she had a sudden realization or something. Like somebody had just dropped a huge weight on top of her. Then... she shook it again, this time falling on the floor, almost as if fainting.

It must have just happened.

The moment I unlocked her memories, turning her "back" into Sue... and then locking all of her memories again, effectively mindwiping her completely.

Anna got closer to her. Suddenly Reagan got up, looked around with **** worry, and backed herself quickly against the wall.

She felt around her leg, realizing she had a metal shackle around it. She looked like she was about to have a panic attack.

Then... a bunch of stuff happened really fast.

I had to watch the footage five times to get a clear order of events.

First, the heated exchange between Gloria and Lana got so bad that Gloria slapped Lana's face.

Lana's grip on the taser was lost, and it fell on the floor. Right in front of Reagan.

Both Reagan and Anna-Marie lunged for it.

Reagan won.

With professional skill, she turned it towards Anna and immediately shocked her.

The phone fell on the floor. In a convenient angle however. It still gave me a good overview of the whole situation.

Then Lana jumped out of nowhere on top of her.

They wrestled (yeah two sexy nude women wrestled and I needed to not focus on that right now) for a second or two, Lana trying to wrist the taser out of Reagan's clutches.

She failed. Reagan kneed in her in the crotch, and then pressed the taser into the neck of the aching woman.

And all this time... Gloria just stood there, frozen with fear.

Reagan put her hands around Lana's throat, and stared into Gloria's eyes.

"Free my ankle from this chain, or I'm **** her to ****."

Gloria still didn't move. I guess that wasn't as motivating as Reagan had hoped.

"And her too," Reagan said, pointing with her head towards Anna-Marie's stunned body.

Gloria swallowed. "Y-y-y-you can't d-do this...," she stuttered. "You're... You're... being a really bad b-bodyguard..."

"What fucking bodyguard? Free me or they're dead. You have 10 seconds."

Shit.

Apparently the "peer pressure"-trait had limitations. If she didn't remember being a bodyguard, you couldn't pressure her that way.

Wait, did that mean that all of her other commands were also nullified? If she didn't remember me peer pressuring about not using a gun, would that mean... She could use one after a mindwipe?

Either way, it didn't surprise to me see Gloria frantically searching for a key to the chains while Reagan started counting down.

She found it at 4, on one of the tables.

It's one of those things. I probably should have taken it with me. Then again, there could have been any number of emergencies where Lana and Anna-Marie would need it. Like this one. Would both of them be dead if I had taken the key with me? I don't know. The choice was shitty either way.

Gloria managed to unlock the shackle.

And as the least surprising part of the video, Reagan then shocked her, and Gloria joined the pile with the others on the floor.

Sigh. Gloria did the right thing there. Maybe a part of her wanted Lana and Anna-Marie gone from competition, but she still had enough humanity to not let two people die. Or perhaps she knew how much I would hate that, and therefore her. Who knows.

But... From what I could tell, this whole fuckup had been 70 percent Gloria's fault, 25 percent Lana's fault and maybe 5 percent Anna-Marie's fault for failing to stop the inevitable shitstorm.

Reagan was about to leave the dungeon, when it hit her that she was still completely naked. She looked back at Gloria, and began stripping her of the clothes.

So... my theory was correct. She did all this by herself. Seeing Gloria nude had helped me figure it out, but now that I thought about it more thoroughly, it wasn't actually that clear-cut. The dungeon also had Lana's clothes, Anna-Marie's clothes and Gloria's normal clothes were just outside the door, but I guess none of those were in her eyesight. She grabbed the only ones she could see, as she was in a hurry.

When Reagan finished putting on the fetish schoolgirl outfit, which looked unbelievably hot on her by the way, the way her mature body stretched each part to its maximum, the leather skirt biting into her skin, deliciously pushing out flesh - wait, where was I... yes, she finished putting the outfit on... and suddenly Lana's ****, outstretched hand grabbed her ankle.

It was way too weak to actually hold her, but Reagan decided to give Lana another shock either way.

Then she seemed to get an idea. She looked around, and walked over to the bench where I currently was and the trio was now chained.

The following ten minutes was her stunning all of them again and locking them into the bench. She also decided to gag them, probably to stop them screaming for help, I guess. She had no idea what kind of building this even was. For her, this could have been the very first room of a ten-story basement with a bossfight at the end of each level.

And then... she left.

I looked at the timecode.

This was all... nearly two hours ago.

She had been gone almost the entire time I had been fucking Michelle on that bench.

Even my original time estimate was terribly wrong.

There was nothing here. Nothing that could help with my current situation.

Yes, obviously it was relieving to see that she didn't have a helper, but the problem was still Reagan herself.

I had no clue how to catch her.

What am I supposed to do now?

Desperately hope that she just keeps escaping, never telling anyone what happened here?

Starting a life somewhere from scratch?

Sigh.

Knowing Reagan, she was a VERY vengeful person. I'm sure no mindwipe would remove that.

But.

Let's think of the positive things here.

She didn't actually interrogate any of the women. She just left.

All she knows is this place... and these three.

Let me game this out.

What if I quickly remove the trio's shackles, and just take them away?

Reagan returns with the police.

All they will find is this bdsm dungeon...

...And unlimited amounts of my DNA.

DNA of everyone involved.

...What about the scarier option? She runs into her criminal friends, like Maria... And they start figuring things out?

What was my actual, current danger level?

It was really hard to assess.

Could I even count on Reagan remembering where this location was? Maybe she left in such a hurry, that...

...

...

Wait...

Remembering?

...

I reached for my phone so quickly that I looked like a maniac.

SHANICE

"Just... fucking... stop already!!" I shouted, exhausted as fuck.

The huge, muscular blonde schoolgirl finally turned around.

I had finally cornered the bitch.

After hours of chasing, dodging every corner in this fucking city and crawling to each little hole she could find. It was chase for the ages. There was even some goddamn jumping through rooftops, which I'd rather forget.

I mean it was cool and stuff, but not with my fear of heights.

But, finally... She had no other place to run.

Only thing in front of her was a wall. Too high to climb.

And I was right. I had been right the whole goddamn time.

She was sensei.

She was... Reagan.

She just stood still, breathing nearly as heavily as I did.

"Why the fuck... you runnin' from me?" I asked with real anger in my voice.

"Why... Are you chasing me?" she asked back.

"Why? WHY? Do you have any goddamn idea how long I've been watching that stupid-ass building, waiting for anything, I MEAN ANYTHING, interesting to happen? And then my fucking sensei just happens to step outside wearing... that!! How could I possibly just let that go? You didn't even fuckin' tell me where you went, and you were there the whole fuckin' time!" (A/N: chapter 234, for anyone needing reminder)

"So... I'm guessing I know you?"

I was a bit stunned.

Was she mad at me or something?

No... I think she was legit confused.

"Um... Yeah? Bitch, I'm Shanice! Your best student!"

Reagan appeared to relax her shoulders.

It was only now that I saw she had been holding a weapon behind her. A metal pipe or somethin'.

"You're not... one of them?"

"One of fuckin' who? ...Wait, who did you think was chasing you?"

"...You're my friend then?"

"YES FUCKIN' ALREADY!"

"Good," she said as she let pipe fall on the ground.

I took a step closer to her, turning on one of my more serious expressions.

"You need to tell me EVERYTHING."

"Believe me... I definitely will-"

All of a sudden her eyes flashed. It was weird. Like for a second, it felt like I was standing in front of regular Reagan again. But only for a second. Her eyes flashed again, and this time she fainted.

I successfully grabbed her right before her body hit the ground.

She opened her eyes. When her eyes focused on me, she looked scared like a newborn.

"Who- Who are you? Where am I?"

Motherfuck.

I had a feeling things were going to get complicated.

I stared at my phone and breathed deeply.

I had just successfully double-pressed Reagan's memory lock, briefly turning her into Sue again, and then wiping all of her memory again.

Her memory of this place.

I let my full body relax as I lied on Lana's back.

This still didn't erase all my problems.

She still could have told somebody.

I need to get these three out of here.

But...

I grabbed a handful of Anna-Marie's butt, as she moaned beautifully.

Some stress relief might be vital for me right now.