Meanwhile in the Dungeon, part III

ANNA-MARIE

I tried to stuff the mashed-up food into the bound woman's mouth.

Her ballgag just made it nearly impossible to get anything in there.

And yeah, sure, taking the gag off would have been the sane thing to do here... but one of the last things Jack said before leaving was "make sure she is fully gagged". So... This was the only way to get food in there.

And her growling stomach had been driving me nuts for a while now.

Certainly couldn't imagine myself doing anything like this a week ago. And this was still probably the most normal thing I had done all week.

She wasn't fighting back the sprinkles of food I could somehow fit there... Although her eyes still had the crazy energy to them. It almost felt like, that without the gag... she would have just spit the whole thing back into my face.

But that wasn't an option for her. So I think, maybe, deep down, she was thankful that I was doing this.

Maybe.

Eventually... I did hear her swallowing.

"There you go... Reagan... was it?"

The first words I had said to her all day.

She just glanced at me derisively. Like I was the shittiest piece of shit she had ever met.

I couldn't blame her, but... She had reason to hate me, and it was pointless for me to talk to her, but...

Jesus. Was I really going to say this?

...Damn it. I had to say it.

"You know... You probably hate me, but... Um... And... And this probably won't make any sense to you, but... I think you have... a magnificent... ass."

That made her glance at me again. This time with a clear "what-the-fuck-did-you-just-say-you-stupid-bitch"-expression.

And she was right about that.

I didn't need to say that out loud.

But then again... I really sort of did.

Spending all weekend in this dungeon was slowly driving me... insane.

First, there was the endless arousal of constantly rubbing my pussy to keep it warm... because Jack had ordered that.

Then, there were the two incredibly sexy naked women locked in here with me, emitting powerful "please-fuck-me" pheromones. Well, now only one, but...

Well, then again... Maybe two. There was her... and then there was... her amazing ass.

I couldn't take my eyes off it. I felt like it just... followed me around the room all day.

And... It's not like I ever cared about asses, least of female asses, but... something about hers... well, it was just sort of mesmerizing.

And when there's nothing to do all day but to play with your pussy and stare at those diamond glutes... You can feel your mind drifting to crazy places... and suddenly another hour has just passed by and you realize you just kept jilling yourself while staring at her ass. And then another hour. And then another.

It had be to cabin fever or something. I had never felt... anything like this before.

"You... You must do a lot of- sports, right? I mean... your glutes... and your s-shins..."

God I felt like such a disgusting, drooling pervert. Shut up, Anna-Marie. Shut up.

"Well, I mean, I'm not being weird, I'm just... Well I'm a photographer, and there's just... Well natural, you know, beauty constantly catches my eye, and I can't help but to-"

She was looking more and more weirded out.

I should just go crawl into a corner and die.

...But, then again... Here's the thing.

We did every disgusting thing in the books to her yesterday.

She wasn't thinking I was some saint or... some good person. She hated my guts already.

That ship had passed.

Anything I did to her now....

"So, you know, I was just wondering... Would you mind, if just, simply, feel it up a little? I just... You know, I just want to... not just with my eyes, my fingers too... Nothing weird, just..."

Her brows furrowed and she stared at me with nothing but disgust.

...It was really pointless to explain myself this much anyway.

It's not like she was going to stand in front of a judge and say "oh yeah, and then on Friday, they whipped me raw and **** me to have thirty orgasms. Then they kept me in captivity without food for the whole weekend. Oh yeah, and worst of all, on Saturday, one of them touched my ass."

I know that was a really weak moral excuse. But I was going to Hell anyways.

So... I... just lightly... stroked her tense, dynamic buttocks.

She twitched a little bit in her bindings.

Perhaps that tickled her.

I didn't know, but...

Oh baby.

That touch... Even though it was light, I could already tell how much muscle there was.

What a powerful... ass.

I wanted- I needed to know more.

This time... I made a real grab.

I sunk both of my hands into her tuchus.

She grunted angrily.

I didn't care. Only thing I cared about was pinching the sweaty, dreamy globes with both of my palms.

Grabbing all the meat I could between them.

It... It felt better than I had imagined.

It felt like... the springiest, sweetest material in the Universe.

This was a Goddess-tier butt.

And... And it couldn't escape my grasp, no matter how much it wanted to.

The helpless, awesome butt was here, just for me, to...

...enjoy?

...

Okay.

I was seriously going insane.

I was already dreaming about... just s-sinking my teeth into-

But then-

Suddenly, and without warning...

The cellar door opened.

Lana stepped inside.

In all her fabulous nudity.

Well... Not fully nude. She was wearing high heels.

Not sure why I was focusing on that.

Gretchen was behind her... but she didn't even look at me. She just stared at the floor dejectedly and closed the door behind Lana.

And then she locked it again.

It took a few seconds of me and Lana just staring at each other until I realized I was still hanging on Reagan's buttocks. And despite me knowing how awful that probably looked... I still had trouble letting go.

Then Lana just turned away, and stepped towards her computer. Like all of a sudden I wasn't even there. Mauling Reagan's ass like a sex pervert.

She stared at the screen for a few seconds... I'm not sure what she was doing, but it looked like she had her email account open on the screen. She seemed to contemplate something for a few seconds... and then just clicked on a button.

Was that... a "send"-button?

Did she just send a message or something?

Wait, how did she have that message prepared already?

Well, whatever it was, it looked like it was important to her. I mean it had to be, she wasted no time getting to it.

Then Lana seemed to remember there were other people in the room with her, and took a few steps towards me with her trademark determination...

And I was still grabbing Reagan's ass. Unknowingly squeezing it harder than I had before.

Reagan's increased squealing should have alerted me to that, but I was too focused on Lana.

It was time to let go.

My fingers said their goodbyes to the sweet asspillows before them.

Ugh... I could still feel that lovely assmeat between my fingers, despite it not being there anymore.

Like phantom pain.

Lana, on the other hand... Lana smelled of sex. Her beautiful body was coated with shiny sweat and her pussy glistened hungrily in the night.

I still had no idea where she had been all this time.

The way she looked at me... I could feel like something was burning inside her.

Probably the same exact relentless, painful, soul-drenching horniness I was feeling.

She shifted her feet nervously a couple of times, before she finally spoke up.

"Anna... I've thought about it, and... It's- It's okay. Um... We... We can have sex now."

Her comment came out of nowhere...

But it made me really, really happy.

Perhaps this constant, endless edging was finally about to end.

I had been afraid that Gretchen had taken her to see Jack, and maybe Jack would've allowed her to cum... leaving me alone with this burden...

...but thankfully that wasn't the case.

If I didn't consider myself a bisexual before this week, it was getting harder and harder to deny the emotions swelling up in me.

I knew Jack was controlling these feelings by denying our orgasms... but that didn't matter.

I wanted to fuck this woman.

I wanted to lick her pussy.

I wanted her to lick my pussy.

And... And maybe I could even... grab her ass... and...

I just wanted... to ravage her.

I just wanted to fucking CUM already!!

Without saying a single word, I took two big steps towards her with my dripping, needy cunt leading the way.

But... yet again... She shirked, and took a step back.

"Wait! Hold on... I think- We need to, you know, at least... di-discuss how, and what we are going to, you know, exactly do?"

Holy fuck.

Why was she so goddamn skirmish about this?

"Oh. Well... Maybe we can start by... kissing, and go from there?" I suggested.

...Did she really have to make that disgusted face again?

Come on bitch, you know you want this as much as I do!! Let's just get to it already!

"Um, yeah... okay... I think... Yeah maybe we should just... Okay. Let's start with... that."

Suddenly forgetting all about the tied-up woman in the middle of the room, we took tender steps towards each other.

Soon our nude, crimson bodies were almost touching each other. And a second later... they did.

I could feel her nipples lining up perfectly with mine.

It made me shiver with excitement.

I felt like the... smallest touch from her could make me burst for thousands of years.

God... her indecisive, worried blue eyes... I was more than prepared to drown in them.

But... As my lips neared hers... She fucking drew her head back.

"Anna... I'm sorry but I think still need to say this. I... I feel no attraction towards you. I'm not a lesbian. Everything we're about to do... it's all just mechanical. But we need to do... it. Otherwise I don't think I'll survive. Mentally... or physically. So please... Just... don't take any of this seriously," she murmured that last part quietly.

"Well... Let's see... How serious we can get," I whispered seductively in her ear.

"Excuse... me? What do you mean by-"

Before she had a chance to start another pointless argument, I grabbed her red head and planted my lips onto hers.

She was still shock, and moaned little protests into my mouth.

I didn't care. I ate everyone them up.

I was too hungry for her lips.

Both of them.

While I devoured her face, my hands already had a mind of their own.

One of them wanted to squeeze her big tit... And one wanted to explore her labia.

Unfortunately... It only made it about a nail's worth in... When she quickly backed off. Again.

Fuck.

This fucking cockteasing bitch.

I should have pushed her up against the wall, then she wouldn't have room to-

Wait, what? Did that thought just enter my head? That almost sounded like- Against her will?

Oh God. I needed to chill.

"What... What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she said, still breathless from my kiss.

"Trying to... have sex?" I said, doing everything I could not sound aggravated by her endless, undecisive teasing.

"Ugh, but... Ugh..." she just groaned.

"Ugh what? This... This is what it has to be! What's the issue?"

"I just..."

"Do you want to get off? I do! And you have to let me do it for you!"

"Yeah, but... I can't... I hate being this... this intimate with another... another woman like this... I just..."

"Lana... once again... WE'VE DONE THIS BEFORE!!"

"Yeah, but... this feels different... too... too... intimate..."

I was about to lose all my patience and just jump on her.

But... some semblance of my former self was still holding me back.

Which meant... I wasn't fully insane yet.

...Good... right?

"Oh hey! Wait a minute..." She suddenly spoke up. "There was this... this one time that... That was easier, because... Hmm... Hey, maybe, maybe we could..."

She began looking for something. Her eyes shifted from wall to the other... Until her gaze finally fixed on something.

"Oh! Yeah! This!"

She ran up to one of the paper food bags Jack had brought in... She grabbed it, dumped the food on the floor... And then she ran to one of the shelves holding strap-ons.

Her cheerily bouncing buttocks cooled my nerves as I waited for her to reveal her plan.

She came back with a huge smile on her face.

"Um... Yeah... So... Here's how we're going to do this. You'll wear this strap-on... And... And this paper bag over your head."

...What?

"Ex- Excuse me?"

"Also... And... I'll be calling you... Jack. I think... This is the only way this is going to work. Oh yeah. Also... You need to fuck me for six hours straight. Deal?"

...

I took a moment for me to say anything.

"Why... Why six hours?"

"...That's a penalty Jack gave me. I need... six hours of continuous sex with you, if... if I ever want to cum again. So... if you want me to work with you here... We need to do it like this."

The paper bag...

Being called 'Jack'...

Six hours...

I was starting to get a little offended here.

...She probably assumed I'd be **** enough to agree to anything.

"You know... If we do this... I'd get my orgasms way before the six hour mark. So... at that point... what makes you think I'd continue pleasing you?"

She looked genuinely surprised I was even thinking about that option.

"Because... I know you're a good person... and we're making a mutually beneficial deal here?"

Not good enough.

I thought about her terms for a little while... and came to a conclusion.

"I'm not wearing the paper bag, and you're not calling me Jack. I have some pride, you know. And I'll... I'll promise to fuck you for six hours, if..."

I stopped.

Was I really going to say this?

It was one thing saying it to the tied up woman, but now I was about to say to the woman who had been my colleague for years.

...No, I couldn't stop myself anymore.

I needed this.

For some fucking insane reason... I really, really needed this.

And the need was burning all my sensible thinking at this point.

"If... If I can spend the final hour... fucking your... ass."

She looked horrified.

"What?! Why?!"

I couldn't explain to her... even if I wanted to.

"That's... That's the deal. Take it... or leave it."

Please God. Take it.

Take it.

If you leave it... You'll call my bluff.

At this point I'd lick her toes for hours if she granted me just one orgasm.

But... It seemed like she was in no position to call anyone's bluff.

Her eyes shifted all over the place.

She was also super ****.

We both needed this more than air itself... and we both knew it.

"Only... Only if... If I can close my eyes and... still call you Jack," she finally whispered.

...A big part of me didn't like that... it felt so dehumanizing that... that she needed to pretend I was someone else...

...And I could probably push her to abandon that point...

...But I was way too horny to wait a second longer.

And... And I'd get to own her ass.

For a full hour.

There was no finer deal than this.

"O-okay. Fine."

We both smiled awkwardly.

She took a step back and lied down on one of the tables behind her.

She signaled for me to approach as well.

She... She looked so sweet with her legs wide open and eager to have my big plastic cock plug her ravenous pussy.

"One more rule. No kissing", she suddenly added.

"Fine," I agreed and slowly placed my hands on her side.

A sharp inhale of breath from her big, strawberry lips signified that the strap-on was now entering her.

She closed her eyes... and escaped to her fantasyland.

A fantasyland, where our relentless tormentor and abuser was fucking her for hours.

Instead of me.

The strap's full length was now fully inside her... and a small moan escaped her lips.

"oh... Jack... you're so big..." she sighed.

...I don't know why, but...

I shouldn't feel this hurt by hearing her say those words.

Nevertheless... I powered through them.

The first proper thrust made her whole, gorgeous body arch in ecstasy... And I could feel myself already nearing my first orgasm.

The one I had been edging myself for days.

It was finally so close.

I probably couldn't last one more thrust.

My mind was already starting to go blank.

Her hot breath and moans weren't helping either.

"Oh God, jack..." she once again whispered.

This time... the words just made me angry.

I didn't want to make tender love to this bitch... I wanted to fuck her.

I grabbed her big, stupid tits, and pushed in for a second, powerful thrust.

And that's all it took.

The ecstasy of this orgasm was almost impossible to describe.

I'm sure I saw stars.

I know that the sounds I made were very... unladylike.

And I think I left my body for a few seconds.

When I came back to my senses... I was lying on top of Lana with a little drool dropping from my mouth to her tits.

Her eyes weren't closed anymore... and she looked extremely pissed off.

"Are you done? Now keep fucking me. And don't grab my tits again."

I somehow got the feeling back in my legs again... and even though a part of me wanted to quit already... I knew I still had multiple of these transformative orgasms left.

I wanted to catch them all.

"Remember. No hands on tits," she repeated.

Her repeating that had the opposite effect on me.

I wanted to hatefuck this arrogant slut.

I took both of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers... and gave them a nasty yank.

She shrieked in pain.

"OW! ANNA! What the fuck are you-"

"Shut up, bitch. I'm not Anna. I'm Jack. And... I'll do whatever I want... to your body."

I punctuated my sentence by pushing into her with another thrust.

My roleplaying clearly caught her off-guard... But, surprisingly, she soon closed her eyes and didn't complain about my hands on her tits anymore. Instead, she began moaning Jack's name again. Louder than before.

So, she wanted Jack...

I'll give her more "Jack" than she can handle.

Doing this was going to take all of my stamina... but I was going to get through this.

There were perks to this.

For example... The table Lana chose was a really good one.

From here I had a perfect view of Reagan's ass to accompany me for the next six hours.