Two Virgins and a Whore

I sprint off and dash up the stairs. The next set of stairs has a **** sitting at the base of the steps. He puts his finger to his lips and shakes his head while jerking a thumb up the stairs to the next floor. I guess it’s off limits. I run into the nearest room and regret my decision as I find myself in an actual sex dungeon.

Shouldn’t this be in a basement?

Three of the walls are mirrors while one is filled with all sorts of toys. Dildos, whips, butt plugs, jumper cables… What the fuck? Chains dangle from the ceiling and the only furniture are bdsm fixtures. Padded benches with rings for chaining, cages with padded tops for quick fucks followed by more caging, X crosses for floggings. Everything but the… Oh, nope there is a kitchen sink in the corner.

“We’re going to find you.” The futas sing in unison.

“Oh, I can smell one already,” Jarl Cest boasts.

On second thought, maybe the sex room would be perfect! All the sex could hide my smell. With feet coming up the stairs, I dash into the room and take advantage of the one place where they can’t bump into me: the cage. If they weren’t wearing blindfolds, the cage would be horrible, but with the blindfolds, it’s perfect.

I crawl into the cramped cage backwards. I can tell there isn’t enough room to turn around once I’m in and I need to close the door. Just as I shut the door to the cage, the door to the hall opens.

Jarl Cest pokes her head in and sniffs the air. “Fuck!” She ducks her head back out and her bare feet land heavy on the hardwood hall as she runs down the hall.

Holy fuck, it worked!

I hang out in the cage for a few more minutes but being balled up on my knees and elbows starts to wear on me. I’m opening the door right as the main door opens again. I lean back on my haunches and sore knees but I can’t shut the door without making noise, so I leave it open.

Dr. Zinna walks in, her heels click-clack on the floor. “This would be the perfect place for you to hide, if I only went by smell.” Click-clack, click-clack. Her feet stand at the gate and she snaps her fingers. “Out.”

I come out and kiss her foot. I look up, expecting to see her without a blindfold but a black sash covers her eyes. “How did you know, Dr. Zinna?”

“I’ve read your profile, Jack. I know you better than you do.”

Something about her knowing me inside and out makes my clit hammer into my cage.

“So, you have a choice.” She unzips her skirt and it falls to the floor at her feet. She takes the three straps off her monster cock that bind it to her thigh. With the beast free, it swings between her knees. “You can let me ruin you, or you can give me that little thong and try to hide again. I know where you’ll go. Downstairs, to hide under the piano, but you’ll realize it’s not as good as you thought so you’ll run into the next room which is the kitchen. You’ll go into one of the cupboards which I will also find you in.”

She pulls a riding crop from the wall. The black leather switch with the flat slapper wooshes through the air until it slaps on the center of her considerable girth. “It’s also possible that Cest finds you. Hers is smaller as you’ve seen, but given her current state, she’ll fuck you until you’re dead.”

Until I’m dead? She must just be exaggerating. There’s no way.

“Knowing you, you’re probably thinking I’m being hyperbolic. Well, I’m not. Phantom Block causes all sorts of side effects, delirium being the worst.” _Smack! _The leather slapper taps her cock again, and like a magic wand casting a spell, her cock starts to grow. “The women have a chance of survival, but with her addled mind and your flaw…” She shrugs. “Well, I did call it fatal.”

My fatal flaw is what will get me killed? I crawl over to her and kiss her feet. “What’s my flaw, Doctor? What’s wrong with me?”

The crop presses against my chin to raise my head up. She’s bent over, looking down at me with a smirk on her face. “You want it too much. You want cock so badly, you’d do anything for it. And the stronger the futa, the stronger your will to get that cock becomes.” Her cock rises to the point that it blocks my face from hers.

It’s insane how large it is, and it’s still growing, but it has to be two feet long by now. The Jarl’s cock filled up my mouth to the point I wondered how it could get down my throat, but hers is so big I’m certain I can’t get it in my mouth.

Jarl Cest is a rung below Dr. Zinna, but what about High Lady Xon? Isn’t she a Sister as well? “How…” I can’t finish the sentence, I can barely finish thoughts as my mind seems to be erased one lobe at a time. “High Lady Xon.”

Dr. Zinna laughs. “Xon is the baby. The runt.”

High Lady Xon is the runt? My mind can hardly believe that, but as Dr. Zinna’s cock reaches its full potential, I face the inevitable truth, Xon’s fat cock is nothing in comparison.

To my best guess, it has to be three feet long. Veins run its length, pulsing with life and a conviction that promises power. The base is a little narrower than the rest, but after only a couple inches it thickens and stays just as thick until the head. The bulging head reminds me of a soldier’s helmet, and probably only just a little smaller, it’s nearly the size of my fucking head!

“So, what’s it going to be?” She shrugs out of her blouse to reveal her mammoth tits that look perkier than they had on the car ride, almost as if they were growing fuller. Her nipples are pierced with large doorknocker style piercings and a tattoo of the two-snake caduceus on her abs with the wings spread out under her breasts. “I already know your answer. I just want you to hear you say it out loud.”