And... Action!

Holy shit.

That first painful thud that I heard through the closet door sounded promising... But that insane screech was a goddamn guarantee.

Things had suddenly changed.

And whatever that change was, it had to be better than waiting here for the minimal chance that Reagan would actually forgive me and let me go.

I wasted no time, and straight up kicked the closet door open.

The scene that unfolded before my eyes was the 11th hour miracle that I had desperately prayed for.

Teresa was currently on top of Reagan, shaking the blonde bodyguard's body against the hard floor. It almost didn't look real, Teresa was clearly the smaller and skinnier of the two, but somehow she had gained the upper hand.

"Where is he?! WHERE IS HE?!?" she shouted straight into her face, getting louder and crazier with each word.

From her current position she still hadn't seen me, so I let my presence be known by muffling a loud "I'm here!" through my ballgag.

"MFHRRR!" I shouted.

Teresa stopped bouncing Reagan's ragdoll body against the floor, and looked towards my direction in genuine shock and excitement.

That was a mistake.

Before she was even able to utter one word... Reagan took advantage of the distraction and grabbed her by her blonde afro.

Then she just drilled her face to the floor with all her animal strength.

Teresa's forehead met the cold granite floor, and it wasn't pretty.

The noise the impact made... it almost made me lose my lunch.

Fuck! She can't get the upper hand again!

Finally I had a glimmer of hope and now this!

As Reagan lifted her head up again, and went in for the second immediate face-plant... Teresa, who for some reason hadn't lost her consciousness after the first hit, somehow slipped out of her grip.

And then... It was quite a show. It began with Teresa punching Reagan, and the Reagan punched her... And then they punched at each other a few more times, until it finally devolved into them just clawing at each other like ferocious cats. Each woman screamed and hissed at one another, while trying to poke their eyes out. It was like watching some kind of wild life documentary, with neither of them seeming to be able to get the upper hand.

Yes, there was a lot of hair pulling. And some slapping. And even grapping and twisting each other's shirts. Sadly not tearing them apart, like some of the better pornos- Fuck. I must be the only person in the Universe still able to get an erection in the middle of all this.

Eventually though, the limber, blonde, bodies managed to separate from each other. I'm not quite sure how she actually got enough momentum to do it, but at some point Teresa managed to springboard her lower body into the air, and deliver a hefty shin kick right to Reagan's abdomen.

Even I could almost feel the air leaving my body as I saw that happen.

I bet Reagan didn't expect any move of that caliber. And for the same reason, neither did I. How did Teresa do that? She was just an art director for a fashion magazine! And besides, how the fuck was she able to do **** in the first place? Her trait was supposed to block that off!

Fuck, that didn't matter now. The only thing that mattered was that Teresa won this brutal catfight.

As she escaped Reagan's grip, she stood up and quickly wiped her nose. Shit... There was blood running down it. But... It was like she didn't even care. She was just in the zone.

But it was a mistake for her to retreat even for a little bit, and give Reagan time to concentrate. Her best chance of winning this insane bout was by a surprise attack. Reagan was the far more experienced one.

So as Teresa began running for another brutal kick on Reagan's stomach... She suddenly stopped herself just before delivering the blow.

And she was really smart to do so. Reagan had secretly pulled out her knife, and swung the thing at her.

Teresa was an inch away from losing one of her tendons.

Still, the shock of the sudden, shining blade made Teresa lose her balance and fall to the floor. Reagan didn't waste one second. She took full advantage of her opponent's mistake, and was very quickly on top of her.

She took a hold of Teresa's throat with one hand...

Held the knife with the other, lifting it high into the air...

"I hate to do this to innocents," she said in a somber tone.

And as the knife began to plummet towards Teresa's heart...

Well, let's just say timing is everything.

If she hadn't paused to say that.... And if I had taken my first steps just a second later... It's very possible Teresa would be dead right now.

But not on my watch.

I ran towards the murderous whore with all the powers I could still muster, and threw my gagged and tied body against hers.

I narrowly avoided the blade, and just crashed into her with such **** that she had **** but to fly backwards a few feet. Even the fucking knife finally flew out of her hand.

She was now under me... But it only took her a second to realize what had just happened.

There was a new gleam in her eyes. And for the first time today... She looked genuinely enraged.

And mad.

Her left hand dived straight to her other holster.

To her gun.

I put my full weight on top of her hand, to stop her from pulling the instrument of **** out. And perhaps I delayed her for like two seconds.

I got a swift knee, straight to my balls, for my heroic actions.

Then she dumped me off her, pulled out her pistol, sat up, aimed in Teresa's direction...

But Teresa wasn't there anymore. Teresa was at her side already.

And...

WHAP!

She somehow managed to strike Reagan's face with something big.

Something huge.

Something powerful enough to make her drop her gun.

And when I could finally focus on what it was...

I realized it was a big, purple dildo.

One of several huge dildos I had lying around this dungeon. I guess she decided to grab that one.

And not the knife that Reagan had just dropped... But whatever. I guess she just grabbed the first thing she could get her hands on.

And that wasn't the only strike she delivered.

Before Reagan could even begin regaining her senses, she hit her with the dildo again.

Soon she was pummeling her face with enormous fake cock like it was a piñata.

It was so brutal, Reagan couldn't remain sitting up, and soon Teresa was on top of her constantly smashing the plastic thing into her face. Practically banging her head against the floor with the cock.

Until... We both realized Reagan wasn't moving anymore.

Even her eyes were closed now. And her face was all bruised up.

Teresa seemed to suddenly be horrified by her actions.

I crawled closer to Reagan.

I placed my ear against her chest.

Yup, her heart was still pumping. And she was definitely still breathing.

Was she just out of it?

I looked to Teresa, and nodded, to confirm to her that she hadn't just killed a woman with a dildo.

The woman smiled.

But this thing was still far from being over or done with.

"FRMMMM!!!" I screamed at her, trying my best to say "Freee meeee!!"

I'm not sure she understood, but it was like her head was elsewhere already. She was looking around the room... Until she finally decided on a plan.

She got off Reagan, picked up her bruised body...

And carried her towards the giant X-stand. You know, the big bondage cross in the middle of the room.

As it happened, you didn't need keys to lock somebody in... So she just placed both of Reagan's hands into the shackles...

And click.

She was locked. Hanging in the middle of the room, with no way to escape.

And not a second too late. She was already starting to open up her eyes, but still too dazed to really do anything else except sway from side to side.

"Imbulaah... You... You fhuckin'... crazzzy bitch..." she mumbled.

Did she even notice she had lost yet?

"Not another goddamn word from you," Teresa said coldly as she picked up another ballgag from a desk near her, and shoved it straight into Reagan's face. She was too weak to even fight back.

Could... Could it actually be true?

Reagan was... defeated?

Ahahaha!!! YES! I FUCKING DIT IT! I SURVIVED! I SURVIVED AGAIN! HOLY SHIT!

FUCK ANYONE WHO TRIES TO STOP ME!!

My fantasy life wasn't still over! No fucking way! I don't know how long I can keep this crazy fucking life going, but right now I felt fucking unstoppable! Almost God-like!

I was still tied up and gagged though... and the only thing I could currently do was to get my body to sit up.

I wanted to look the bitch in the eyes and-

But then Teresa appeared in front of me, completely blocking my sight to Reagan.

She looked... Like she was suddenly on the verge of... breaking?

Had this all been too much for her?

Her lips quivered and she couldn't stop blinking.

"J-jack... I- I- I... I thought... You were..."

Then she jumped on top of me, hugging my body so hard that I was nearly crashed between the floor and her tits.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! UWAAAH!" She shouted right into my left my ear, making me almost deaf in the process.

And then she began to cry and whale. And it felt like there was no stop to it.

Oh yeah. Never forget. She might have just saved my life... But I was still dealing with a raving lunatic. Well, a raving "yandere", to be more precise.

This situation wasn't completely defused yet.

The crying went on for a while. All the while she just hugged me tighter... Squeezing her hot body closer and closer to mine. I saw life returning to Reagan's eyes. She struggled a little against her new chains, before realizing it was pointless.

Then she looked at me.

And the stare she gave me...

I don't feel right even describing it. It chilled me to my bones.

I still didn't feel completely safe. And in any case... I needed to decide what to do with her next.

But I was still pinned down by this crazy blonde bitch. Which... wasn't the worst thing in the world, to be honest.

Sure her crying was awful, but her... skin felt so warm against mine. And she smelled... nice.

When she finally managed to quell her tear canals, and sat up on top of me...

There was a different look on her face.

She looked so... fragile. But... also...

"I... This... This is so weird, Jack... But ever since we met... I've felt like... D-Do you believe in destiny? It's like we two... And... And... This... Well, this proves it, doesn't it? I mean... This... This is not normal... This is... Destiny... right?"

Fuck. What else could I do?

I nodded. The last thing I wanted was her going psycho crazy now on me too.

But perhaps there was no escaping that, whatever I did.

She let out a short, powerful giggle... As if seeing my confirming nod was the most pleasing and reassuring thing she had ever seen. That laughter gave me the exact opposite feeling, though.

Yeah, there was something about the way she looked at me which was... new?

She softly bit into her lower lip, as she stared at me with some growing, urgent need.

"Then... M-maybe you won't mind... If I just..."

She slowly lowered herself over my face.

Finally untying the gag from around my mouth.

Her pretty face was so close now...

And before I could even properly stretch my jaw after hours of gagging...

She placed her lips against mine.

And we kissed. My lips meeting hers. Her mouth softly enveloping mine.

And she didn't let up. She took control, by really going in and sucking me in hard. It was like she was determined to prove her passion, kissing me like we were some long-lost lovers after a war or something...

It was almost as if she couldn't control herself. It was wet, sloppy, and her nose kept bumbing wildly into mine as she kept trying to find better and better position to do this in.

Not only that. She planned on making this the weirdest kiss possible, with her gently sucking both my lower and my upper lip in turn. As if trying to make wet love to each of my lips individually... And eventually she ended up kissing my nose as well... It was so fucking weird... but passionate at the same time. Leaving so much lipstick all over my face I probably looked like a clown now.

...And I didn't even order her to do any of this...

After what must've been a full minute, she finally withdrew from my face.

A strand of saliva still connecting us for a while after.

And then she let out that crazy giggle again.

"D-Did you like that?"

...Well, I was still tied up, was in a really uncomfortable position on the floor, my killer was just a few feet away, and it was the most fucked-up kiss I had ever received...

But yeah, I guess I kinda did.

"It was okay," I admitted.

"D-do you want more?"

I looked over to Reagan.

She was still shackled up, staring daggers to me and Teresa.

I'm sure watching us kiss like that made her want to throw up.

...Fuck it. I guess I wasn't in a hurry anymore.

"Let's go for it."

She smiled wildly and put her hand down my pants.