Fear and loathing in a BDSM basement

Ooh... wait, what?

Was she really stuffing her whole hand down my pants?

Yes... and not only that. She just went right ahead and grabbed my cock. Like it wasn't even a big deal.

That's the one thing you shouldn't be able to say about my cock.

"Oh wow!" she gasped, as she handled me up and down my extensive girth. "This is... Wow, Jack! I always knew there was something special about you! How did you hide this from me, big boy?"

I smiled awkwardly, as I looked past her worriedly towards Reagan. Could I really leave her hanging like that? What if she still had some secret strength left in her reserves, and you know, somehow broke away? As much fun as this was, I needed to at least get my phone back from her.

But then Teresa began.... slowly pumping my cock up and down in her fist.

Basically jerking me off.

And not even roughly. Her handling was great. Lovingly, tenderly shifting my cockflesh up and down in her tiny, soft, warm hand...

Lord knows I really needed it.

And the way she smiled like a sun while doing it... As if just seeing my pleasured reactions were all that she ever needed...

No, fuck, no time for leisure!

"Teresa, please... Just untie me first, then we'll have some fun, okay?"

"...nah. You just lie back, relax... Let me do all the work, babe. I'm sure this whole experience was awful. Just let me... take care of you..."

Shit. I mean... shit? That sounded good, but still... Those burning eyes of Reagan, she was probably already thinking fifteen moves ahead. But I didn't have control over Teresa. The last time I checked, she was -18. And not having control over a yandere was a scary prospect indeed.

But god damn her hand action was good. She hadn't even taken my cock out of my pants, just kept stroking it in there. She seemed to be real dedicated to giving me a fucking pocket orgasm.

Christ her actions were weird. Like giving a handjob immediately after a life and **** battle was the most normal thing she could think of. For fuck's sake, the woman hadn't even asked a single question about what this whole thing was about.

And the gleam in her eyes... I swear it just grew crazier the closer she pulled me towards an orgasm. And for some reason... The intensity of her eyes... It actually made my cock all the more harder.

But, wait a minute-

"Teresa, shit, you called the emergency services, right? You need to cancel them! Right now!"

"Don't worry babe. I didn't. I just wanted you to open the door."

Oh?

Fuck...

Reagan shook in her chains frustratedly the moment she heard that.

Yeah, that's right bitch. You never even needed to open the fucking door. You fucked up.

"You just relaxxx... Let me... Give... you... some comfort... babe... Feel my hand... Yeah... You like this.... don't you?"

...I had to nod. Which just made her smile even wider.

Okay. Fine. This whole thing was still a powder keg. If she really wanted to jerk me off that bad...

Shit. She was getting really fast now. I really hated being under someone else's power like this... But fuck she was good.

"This is destiny, Jack. Do you feel it? I'm sure you feel it. This was meant to be. Everything is this moment. I'm sure you feel it all over your... big, fat, juicy cock. Don't you, huh? Don't you? Fuck mmmm.... Cum for me babe! I want your cum! So bad! Please! Cum for me!!"

Fuck... shit... I couldn't hold it in anymore.

She looked deeper and deeper into my eyes and soon her face was all I could see...

I rolled my eyes into the back of my head, and exploded like a volcano all of her hands. All over my pants.

That wasn't enough for her. She still kept moaning right next to my ear, and kept milking ropes and ropes of more cum out of me, practically wringing me dry.

I'm sure by the end of it... the weight of my pants had doubled.

I'm not gonna lie... It felt pretty good.

"There we go... Thank you... Jack.... Thank you for showing... How much you liked this..."

Then she kissed me on the forehead. Like she was oddly proud of me or something.

Reagan had decisively turned her head away from the action. Couldn't blame her. I didn't even want to think about how weird this all looked to a 3rd party.

Teresa finally pulled her hand out my pants... And it was all soggy with semen... Globs dropping all over the floor.

"Holy shit... I didn't know a man even could..." she turned back to me. "You must... really... l-lo- like me, right?"

Then... She licked her hand.

Like a cat licking her paw.

All of my sticky stuff was all over her tongue... and she really smacked her lips all over it, as if enjoying the most pricy and elegant foodsource in the world... Trying to extract its each unique taste with her tongue.

All the while glaring cattily at Reagan. As if marking her territory in front of her competitor.

...I couldn't escape from the thought that this was the main reason she did this whole thing here, right now. In front of her. To show to Reagan... who I really belonged to.

Oh God.

She turned back to me again. There was still a trail of cum linking her mouth to her hand.

"Jack... Your.... You probably think this is crazy, but... It kinda tastes like... Nono, it kinda feels like... Like my whole body... just... Like this, your essence... It's a part of me too, right? ...Or is that crazy? Please tell me it's not crazy."

That last question sounded more like an order. I decided to be courageous and side-step it.

"Teresa... My fucking arms... They're going numb... Untie me now, okay?"

"...Oh yeah! Sure! Sorry, babe!"

Thank God.

She turned me around on her lap, ready to untangle me from the ropes... But then she stopped.

"By the way... You are going to tell me what's going on in here, right?"

Shit. I still wasn't fully prepared to answer any of those questions.

"Of course. Just untie me first."

She held out for a few, agonizing seconds... Until finally...

"Okay," she finally saidc' chirpily, and proceeded to free my hands.

The rope was expertly tied, but after a minute, Teresa finally got me free. I could move my hands again.

Thank Christ.

I finally managed to stand up, all by my own efforts.

Was this... it? Was I truly free now?

I had just miraculously survived another brush with ****. This situation even more dire than the one from a week ago.

Bruises all over my body, circulation still not fully working in my hands... and my pants full of drying cum.

I turned my cold eyes towards Reagan.

I stared her down. And she stared me down.

There was nothing I could say. Nothing she could say, even if she didn't have that gag. No words would do justice at this point.

There was only one piece of information I wanted to transmit to her. And just one smirk was needed.

I won, bitch.

Still... I didn't want to get too close to her. Her legs were still free... With those shoes she could probably still stab me to ****.

Okay. Fuck. Perhaps it was good thing that Teresa milked all that cum out of me. I really needed to think, and it always helped me to clear my head.

The immediate crisis was over. But now there were two new, smaller crises. Number one, what to do with Teresa? This shit had to be fucking weird, even to her. And she would need to keep quiet about all of this. At least until she was fully under my control. Number 2... What to do with Reagan?

...That question was infinitely more harder to solve.

But first, she needed to be fully immobilized.

"Teresa. We need to bind her legs to the shackles as well. You take the left one, I'll take the right one."

"Jack. Who. Is. She?"

Her tone was getting... more forceful.

"I'll promise to explain everything soon. But we need to do this right now, before it's too late."

Our two-pronged attack on her legs was probably the right move to make. She couldn't really fend off both of us at once, and all we had to do was carefully avoid her pointed shoes. The moment I caught her right leg between my arms, the game was over for her. I immediately pulled of her deadly shoe, and I could see Teresa was copying my action as well.

She had some real muscles to her feet as well. It really wasn't easy to try to forcefully shove them into those shackles. But still... She wasn't a superwoman, so she couldn't hold out forever.

Once I was done locking in the right foot, I approached Teresa, and with our combined efforts we managed to lock in her left foot as well.

This made Reagan let out a really satisfying screech of defeat through her ballgag.

Right now... I was just super happy that I opted for the steel-enforced X. Sure it was pricier... But she wasn't getting out of this thing anytime soon.

"Huff... And stay there, you fucking bitch..." Teresa grumbled as she looked up at Reagan...

...And then I guess she let one of her weirder sides manifest... as for some fucking reason, she then began tickling the tied-up woman's bare feet.

"Tickle tickle tickle! Haha! Can't do anything about this, can you, bitch!?"

It was insane. I considered stopping her...

But why? It **** Reagan to make really pained expressions, and thrash in her shackles as she moaned and whined like baby having a fit. She really, really hated it.

Which was nice.

Soon Reagan's face began turning red. Whatever uncontrollable reaction Teresa had set off in her... It was very visible on her face. The trashing slowed down, she closed her eyes, sweated, and...

Oh shit. I've heard about this. Some people are so weak to tickling, that... There was a chance she might actually piss her pants if Teresa continued the tickling.

Hehe...

No no, as humiliating and fun as that sounded, not now. There were still several more important things to do first. And I didn't want the smell filling up the room.

"Stop it, Teresa. Now. STOP IT!"

I had to use my most forceful tone to make Teresa let go. She looked up at me like I was some lame parent, ruining her fun. But still... she obeyed me. (TERESA: +2SP)(-16SP) Reagan visibly relaxed at the same time.

Happily, no wet patch appeared on her pants. Yet.

I reached into her pant pocket to finally get my phone back. She made no effort to stop me. She was all tickled out.

Okay. Good. The phone was still in one piece. After that insane fight... it was also a miracle, I guess.

I wonder if what she said was true? Would I really lose all the SP if this phone was smashed?

I'd have to go and read every word in this app more precisely. Right now, the sad fact was that even Reagan knew more about this app than me. I have always found reading "info" and "about"-stuff on apps fairly boring, so I... never even bothered. I know know, I'm a fucking lazy dumbass. But fine. I can't let this kinda stuff happen anymore. I need to read everything.

At some point.

But not now. First I needed to clear at least one mystery here.

I checked Teresa's trait description again.

AFFECTION / YANDERE

The subject will become obsessively interested in the user. Almost to a level of lunacy. The subject will not know why, but will rationalize this for themselves. They will eventually want to prove their devotion to the user in the most **** ways, but not by **** or self-harm. The subject will also become extremely jealous of other people hovering around the user, and might do **** things to prove they themselves are the only one user will ever need (but not with **** or self-harm).

Okay, so... what exactly was the loophole that gave her the ability to use ****? It's explicitly denied here.

...they will eventually want to prove their devotion to the user in the most **** ways, but not by **** or self-harm...

...prove their devotion...

Wait... is that it?

"Hey, um, Teresa... When you came here today, and... and you know, you attacked Reagan... why did you do it?"

"What... What do you mean? I assumed you were in trouble, so I needed to save you!"

"Right... so, for example, you didn't attack her... because you needed to... prove anything to me, right?"

"What? I was afraid for your life! Why... Why are you asking this?"

"Never mind, forget about it."

Okay, so... It's that simple?

Her reasoning for using **** matters?

She wanted to save me, not prove her devotion to me?

So, for example... if she had come into this basement, and found me and Reagan having sex... she wouldn't be able to attack her, right? Because that would be... proving her devotion?

But... then again, what if she was in such a deluded state, that she would consider attacking Reagan in that situation too? Like, for example, if she actually believed that Reagan was about to kill me with too much sex... Then she could attack her? Right?

...This condition for preventing **** seemed... extremely vague and ineffective... Possibly another failure with the app maker's wordings?

And, unfortunately, this also made Teresa extremely dangerous.

The smart thing here would be to turn off her yandere-trait immediately. Before things got worse.

Except that it wouldn't be smart at all. It would be the worst thing I could do.

If Teresa all of a sudden got her more sensible mind back... She would freak out about all the fucked up stuff that just happened here. There would be nothing stopping her from reporting what just happened here to somebody else.

The only thing currently holding her back was her insane devotion to me.

So I had to keep her insane.

Sigh.

...Currently, she was just staring at me. Like I was the center of the world.

...Had she even blinked for a minute?

...

Things seemed so much simple in the morning.

And... What to with Reagan?

I mean she knew too much...

Just her existence could destroy all my plans for the future.

Did that mean, I'd have **** but to...

...

...

No, I couldn't cross that threshold.

I might be a selfish, lazy, perverted asshole but...

I'm not a killer.

There would have to be some other way.