Meanwhile in the Dungeon

ANNA-MARIE

"MFMURGHHHH!!! NGHRKLLLHHHH!!!"

The blonde woman was screaming again.

Screaming and drooling like a rabid, caged beast.

In the beginning... she had been fairly quiet.

Her first orgasm had been a subdued one. She put up quite a fight, looked both me and Lana in the eye through the whole ordeal... Then, after 15 minutes of merciless drilling on her... pussy... and... asshole... she, just... I guess she couldn't hold it in anymore.

She looked up, as if begging help from the heavens, and then, when that didn't work, her eyes just rolled into the back of her head. Clear, pheromone-scented liquid flowed out of her pussy like it was nectar from the Gods, as she tried in vain to close her pussy by bringing her long, powerful-looking legs together. It was hopeless.

But back then... she didn't even make a peep. And after that orgasmic wave left her... When she looked back to us... somehow that relentless determination was back in her eyes. Just like that. Watching us hold our remotes, daring us to continue our **** into her private parts.

At the very beginning... I kinda hoped just the pussy-vibrator would have done the trick. Lana didn't seem to have any big problems with that one. She just... put it on max. Immediately after Jack left.

I really didn't want to use my remote.

And after a couple of minutes... Lana was fully in the zone. Like stunningly fast. I think she was even... liking this? I swear I almost saw a grin on her big red lips... all the while the blonde just writhed desperately against her shackles, fighting against a torrent of pleasure.

She was so... alarmingly nonchalant about the whole thing. Like... This was just...

...Normal to her?

Doing this to another person?

To a complete stranger? Against their will?

It was really starting to bother me...

So I had to ask her about it.

"Lana... Do you... Do you know her or something?"

The look she gave me after that...

It made my blood run cold.

This wasn't the Lana I had known for years.

There was something different about her.

"No. No I don't," she simply answered.

"Then... How can you... Just..."

"Jack gave me an order. And he gave you one too."

I looked at the remote control in my hand.

Since Lana was drilling the blonde's pussy with hers.... This one had to be for the plug in her ass.

I couldn't even imagine... What that kind of object... In there... Would even feel like...

I considered my ass a sacred zone, something with an "exit only"-sign in front of it...

Not that Jack's penis had respected that sign one bit. It had violated my sacred zone multiple times with its long, thick, aggressive way... Not even asking for permission, not respecting that the hole wasn't meant for that... And even though it was so wrong... why did it feel so...

ngh...

But, then again, the thought of putting some kind of object up there... Something vibrating... Even the mere thought made me wretch a little bit.

While I was focusing on the remote, Lana had sidled next to me.

It almost shook me to realize she was this close.

She was practically leaning over my elbow.

Thanks to my sleeveless outfit, there was almost nothing stopping her skin from touching mine.

And her skin was hot.

So hot.

I could fry an egg on her hot skin.

And I could smell her... strawberry-flavored scent right next to my nostrils...

She always smelled good. No matter the situation.

And somehow... The smell was always better... the closer she was.

"Just do what I do. Picture her as someone else. Someone you don't like," she whispered into my ear.

I guess she didn't want the blonde to hear, but... I wish she didn't do that.

Whisper into my ear.

My ears were such a sensitive spot to me.

And her breath was so... warm...

"Then... W-who do you picture her...as?" I whispered back.

She grinned wider. "Someone who really shouldn't have spanked me today."

And just like that... She left me and moved to another part of the room.

Swinging her wide hips all the way there.

Not that I really wanted to pry further, but...

I thought Maria spanked us yesterday?

Or... Was she talking about someone else?

And for God's sake, why was there so much spanking going around lately?

...

After watching the blonde battle the pussyvibrator for several, impressive minutes... I for sure wouldn't have been able to hold back any orgasms for that long... I thought about Jack.

Like I often did these days.

For some reason, he really wanted this to happen. He really wanted this blonde woman to cum almost nonstop for the next eight hours.

Why? It didn't matter.

He just did what he wanted. And expected us to follow his orders.

And he wouldn't be happy if we didn't deliver.

I... I wasn't scared... how he would punish us if we failed... because he would find a way to punish us anyway.

It was more like...

Ngh, I really hated to admit this to myself...

But... I...

No, don't say it. Don't admit it to yourself.

If you do, there's no going back.

...

...

Okay, fine. Whatever.

For some, really fucked up reason...

It made me happy if Jack was... happy.

After everything he had done to me it should be the complete opposite, but...

It just... wasn't.

But how far would I go to make him happy? Unleashing an ass-vibrator on this poor, perhaps innocent, woman?

Had I really fallen that far? In just one, completely moral-blinding week?

Did I have that kind of crazy devotion?

Lana sure did. She was now changing the vibrator's speed tactically, watching for small changes in the blonde's behavior to decide when to slow down and when to push harder. She was really... trying to get her to the climax. As fast and as efficiently as possible.

And why? All for Jack?

All of this was so fucking insane.

I was a fashion photographer. Not an... ass-vibrator operator.

Not some kind of pawn, you could just... throw at Maria, to **** her to quit...

Oh God. For one blissful second I almost forgot that whole sadistic ordeal happened just yesterday.

And now I guess I have to live in fear of her retribution. For the rest of my life.

...

You know...

If I squinted my eyes, just a little bit...

This blonde's face... reminded me of Maria.

Just a little bit.

...

So yeah.

Eventually... I used that as an excuse to begin using my remote as well.

We had to get to 30 in eight hours. The incessant stubbornness of the blonde woman meant that this had to be a group effort.

I'll never forget her face the moment she realized... that something activated in her ass as well.

Such a... complete, eyes-wide-open, shock... I didn't even want to imagine how it felt.

Or think about the way Lana smiled back at me once I entered the game as well.

And so... Eventually... The blonde couldn't handle the double attack, and had to submit.

And not once. Twice. Thrice. Four times. Five times. Six times. Seven times.

And by this point... Now that she was a screaming, drooling mess...

It was already the eighth time in the last two hours that some climax juice sprinkled out of her vagina.

Though... It was less and less each time.

We were really... wringing this poor woman dry.

And each time it happened... Lana made sure to lift the exhausted woman's head into her hands, look her deep in the eyes, and say...

"You lost. For the eighth time."

That's it. That's all she said.

I know Jack had given us an order to make fun of this woman, berate her with different words each time she came, but...

Lana just said those same words each time, counting up all of her previous defeats.

At first, I thought it was because she didn't feel want to mock a woman she didn't even know, but...

Those words were more effective than they first seemed.

Each time she said those words... I could see the blonde getting angrier.

The rage was slowly beginning to take her whole body over.

All the coolness she had exhibited in the beginning was now gone. She acted like a wild animal, scream shouting something into her gag while trying to shake her head loose from Lana's grip.

This was... methodical.

It was like... Lana was really trying to get inside her head. Like she chose those exact words each time for a reason.

To cause the most humiliation to a woman like her.

I knew less than nothing about her, but based on her muscular appearance, and her lengthy, exhaustive combats against the vibrators... She must've been some type of soldier. And I'm guessing she hated losing.

And each humiliating time, that she had **** but to surrender... Lana's few, expertly chosen words, cut a little deeper. All the way down to her soul.

Lana was making it clear. No amount of willpower could stop what was coming. The blonde would lose again. And again. And again.

It took me a while to figure out this woman's personality to that point, but... it was like Lana got there immediately.

I had never doubted Lana's intellectual capabilities... But when she used them in this way...

She really scared me.

But...

Something else was...

Seriously... overriding all those feelings of fear and disgust that... I probably should have felt...

...It was...

...Lust.

Desire. Horniness. Libido.

And this wasn't just a now-problem. It was an everyday-problem.

I was constantly horny now.

Ever since the... pig... made me wear these... whorish outfits... everywhere.

Those... countless... stares I got from people...

Trying to look up my... And straight into my... And never leaving their eyes of my clearly visible...

nmf....

Thinking about it made it so, so much worse...

Every single day since Tuesday had been Hell. Aka the last day I was able to... cum.

None of my actual work was getting done.

I couldn't think.

No logical thought remained in my head for long.

My head was just vast, thick, foggy cloud... of never-ending erotic thoughts.

All I could see was their eyes. Every single person whose eyes remained on my whorish looking body for more than one second.

What they must think about me... My skin... My shapes... Whether they actually wanted to see me completely...

...nnnngh...

It didn't even matter who those eyes belonged to. It was mainly the women in the office. And I know I preferred men heavily. But none of it matter.

All that mattered was that judging, curious, embarrassing, ...and even disgusted... look that everyone's eyes had.

It drove me FUCKING crazy.

Like all those eyes were simultaneously flicking my clit.

And it was seriously getting worse day after day.

All my life... All I wanted to do was photograph interesting people. Interesting things, share my understanding of art and how I saw the world with everyone else.

I couldn't think about any of it anymore. Even now that I picked up my camera...

All I could think about... Was filming myselff....

And... And... Filming myself... in... diff... different outfits... and... maybe... none... at alll...

Something very strange must have happened to make me think like this... But I couldn't stop it.

I couldn't reason with it.

All I could try to do... In the middle of the night... In the shower... On the toilet... In my office... In my car...

Was try to... bring myself to... some release...

To get these thoughts to leave me... just... just for one second...

And... Even though it felt great... It felt liberating, it felt powerful, it felt so goddamn pleasurable...

I couldn't get to any type of conclusion. No matter how hard I tried.

And I knew why. It was him. He told me. He has all the power over my orgasms.

And although I knew that... The constant... horniness... was so overwhelming.... I couldn't stop trying.

I mean... How? It had been only like... 60 hours since the last time I came...

I was already feeling so handicapped by this... **** need to orgasm... that I considered... begging him... to let me cum.

Which would have been easily the lowest point of my life.

Worse than anything that he ordered me to do, because I would have done it by my own choice.

But...

Now he had just...

Given us the permission to...

...

I eyed Lana.

I really did.

My eyes traced each shape of her body.

Her gorgeous ass. Her slender midriff. Her rockin' tits. Even her... sadistic smile.

Her red, wild mane.

It wasn't so different from mine.

I... I knew her body too well at this point.

I knew where every single mole was. One on her left asscheek, two in her lower back...

I knew where her most sensitive spots were.

Just right below the clit...

And she really moaned loud when you bit her lip...

Those big, crimson, puffy lips...

...

I know I still prefer men.

But there's only so much a brain can take before it completely shatters.

And watching one tied up woman orgasm one time after another...

I couldn't believe she was fighting against that amount of pleasure. Right now I would give my left tit to be her.

The truth was... She was actually in Paradise.

And I was in Hell.

And no amount of increasing the vibration on her buttplug was going to give me the satisfaction I truly yearned after.

The type I craved.

Like a person wishing for just one drop of water in the middle of a desert.

And... with each second... with each, hot, sweaty exhale of breath that left my body... and each drip of pussyjuice that soaked into my panties...

I was turning hollow. A being that only cared about sexual relief.

And... And...

I knew Lana was the same way...

I could see her face... So red... Her cheeks so crimson... The way she gave me sideway glances and looked away when I returned her gaze...

I could feel the hotness of her breath from across the room.

...

At this point... It was kinda... pointless to put up a fight, right?

We'd explored our bodies before. We spent a night being tied together in a cage.

...It would be nothing new and... And shocking... at this point...

It just would be... for the first time... kinda... voluntary, I guess...

I mean we didn't "have" to do this...

Who am I kidding. Of course we had to do this.

Was I supposed to last a whole weekend like this?

Fuck that.

Seriously, fuck that.

Kinda like the woman we were "torturing"... We were just fighting the inevitable.

The only question was who would make the first move.

Who was the more **** one.

...

...It was me. Obviously.

Just as we began our joint effort in bringing the unknown blonde to her ninth ecstasy of the day...

I slowly...

Ever-so-carefully...

Placed my palm over soft...

big...

bottom...

And then just... massaged it... just a little bit...

But that was the end of it.

To my surprise, Lana balked away almost immediately.

All that sadistic glee that had been on her face... it all disappeared in an instant, as she looked at me in...

Disgust?

"Excuse me? What exactly are you doing?" she spoke up in an unusually sharp tone.

She caught me a little stunned by her sudden, negative reaction. "I... Well, I... I just..."

"Look... I think maybe, I think you may have been confused at some point or something. I'm not gay."

...

...Seriously, Lana?

"...Um, yeah, well, neither am I, but-"

"But what? Why were you touching me like that, then?"

Was she... Why was she like this? All of a sudden?

"Lana... You... You heard him, right? He- He said we can-"

"Yeah! That's the exact point! 'We can'! We don't have to! It wasn't an order!"

"Yeah, but, does it really matter? We've done it before and-"

"Yes. And each time he told us to do it. I'm not a lesbian. I don't feel that way. So just... stay away from me, okay?"

Okay... Now I was getting a little pissed off.

"Seriously? Lana? We've spent this week almost glued to each other, and now all of a sudden you're acting like this? You're not gay, but if he were to order us to rub pussies right now, you'd do it without even blinking?"

"YES! What's so hard to understand about that? THAT WOULD BE AN ORDER!!"

I had never heard her shout like that before.

The way she was puffing and huffing after that...

This was definitely about something else.

I know how she felt.

Her mind was saying one thing, her body was saying another.

If she would just relax a little bit...

I tried taking a step closer to her.

"Lana.... Just calm down, okay? I can see it on your face. You... need this as well. Don't you?"

"NO! Go away! NOW!"

Wow, she was seriously wound up about this.

"Okay, chill, chill... We... We don't have to..."

"YEAH OBVIOUSLY WE DON'T HAVE TO! WE DON'T! WE REALLY, REALLY DON'T!"

Before the situation could escalate even further...

We both heard a mild chuckle behind us.

It was the blonde.

Despite all the exhaustion, all the cumming, all the rage...

She was still able to chuckle at our predicament.

All that calculated, cool sadism Lana had been building up all day went out of the window in an instant.

She stepped up to the blonde, held her by the chin... And looked her deep in the eyes.

"From this point on... Each time you cum... I'm going to whip your c-cunt... the corresponding amount."

Holy shit.

Lana was seriously losing it.