Like the lowly peasant that you are

"Um... so... daddy... Can you like... You know, free her?" Gloria asked, pulling back the high heel that was now slick with Reagan's saliva.

"Why on Earth would I do that?"

"It's just... There's stuff I want to do to her, but I can't do it if... she's just there all the time."

Gloria had a point.

With Reagan tied up like this... it would limit some options.

I mean it wouldn't limit the things you could do to her... But it would limit the things she would do.

And that was kind of the point here. To get her to do stuff, because that's how you got the points.

Yeah. It was time give her a tiny bit more freedom.

I gathered one long chain from the shelves, attached it to one of the hooks on the wall, and attached the other end to Reagan's left ankle.

With sturdy locks of course. I wasn't feeling suicidal.

I approached Reagan, and lifted her head up.

"I'm allowing you some freedom. If you make one single dumb move... You'll be punished. Harder than you were punished ten minutes ago. And... Gloria will be punished twice- no, three times as hard."

She just scowled at me. Gloria swallowed and let out a small whimper.

After that... I released all the holds that were keeping her tied to the bench.

Happily, she didn't take the first chance to start strangling me. Then again... being tied up for two days... there's no way her arms would have had the strength to do that anyways.

After all her other limbs were untied, the woman still just lied on the bench. I guess anybody would have trouble moving after all this time.

I had to slap her swollen ass a few times to get her moving.

It wasn't a graceful exit, she stumbled her way onto the concrete floor in pain. It was quite ineloquent.

Basically she fell on her ass.

Which didn't help the burning sensations down there, I'm sure.

Still... she grit her teeth and bore it. I guess she didn't want Gloria to see how weak she truly was now.

Not that she could really hide it. Gloria gasped as she saw the state of her buttocks.

"Oh- Oh, my God, what's happened to her... ass?"

"I did. But there you go. Your turn. Do your worst with her." I said, looking expectantly at Gloria.

"Um, thanks, but... She's still, like... here? I was actually kinda thinking like... Well, to make her do all kinds of humiliating things at my home. Like be my actual servant. Make her clean the floor and... and I could spit on it whenever she thinks its done... Or make her clean the bathroom with her tongue... Or be my footstool, or-"

"All good ideas. But no. That's not possible currently. You can do whatever you want with her... But it has to happen here."

"Oh... okay, I guess..."

Gloria's eyes began drifting towards the two nude redheads that had tactically retreated to the back of the dungeon.

A nasty, jealous frown began forming on her pretty face again.

I snapped my fingers to get her attention back to the matter at hand.

"Focus, Gloria. I brought you here to humiliate her. Show me what you can do."

She nodded, and stared at the exhausted woman in front of her. Then her eyes drifted towards my still-naked cock.

Christ. Did she have ADHD or something?

"Um... Maybe I could... I don't know..." suddenly she was blushing a lot. "Like... Does Retard here really like you or... something? Is that why she's... here? With you? Because... Then I could... Like... Like I could blow you in front of her, and... You know, make it clear that you're not her- I mean you're like my, um-"

"No. She hates my guts. Come on. Do better."

More than that, that particular scenario wouldn't involve her making a decision, so no points.

Then again... Did Reagan care about me now? A little bit at least? There should be some love in her after all that spanking.

Reagan tried her best to act like Gloria's suggestion didn't phase her, but there was a very slight shade of hurt in her eyes.

Or maybe it was after I said that she hated my guts? It was hard to tell.

She was definitely feeling something about me... and it wasn't all hate. There was something there. It just wasn't big enough to use to my advantage, I think.

I might have to hurt her some more in very near future.

"Oh... okay... Hey, wait! You know, I always wanted a ride a horse! But Retard here told my mom that it's a 'very dangerous' and 'I couldn't be trusted with one!' Well fuck you! You condescending bitch! Guess what!? I'm riding you now! Get on all fours... ****!"

Reagan didn't budge.

"What? Are you going to disobey again, Retard?"

Then... Then Gloria stomped her high heel right on Reagan's swollen ass.

Ouch. That had to hurt.

Reagan's body shot up like an arrow.

"OOOOWWWW!!! YOU FUCKING- FUCKING BITCH!!" Reagan screamed in agony.

"Wait- How dare you talk to your... new owner like that? Get down! I'm going to ride you now, retard!"

"Oh... Oh yeah? Really? You are? It's going to be kinda hard with me TEARING YOUR FUCKING LIMBS OFF!" the angry bodyguard blurted out so menacingly, that Gloria eeked in fear and quickly took a step back.

"Really?" I interjected calmly. "Wouldn't that make you the worst bodyguard in the world?"

Reagan turned her angry eyes at me... but that anger was quickly replaced with self-doubt.

The trait of peer pressure was affecting her mind very quickly.

"And remember... If you don't obey Gloria... I will absolutely hurt her. And you will absolutely fail at being her bodyguard. All the other bodyguards in the world will denounce you. You will be ridiculed and laughed at... by your peers. Forever."

Hopefully those words were strong enough to resonate in her mind for a long time. I didn't want to keep repeating them.

But they were effective. She breathed in deep, swallowed her anger and pride...

And landed back on all fours. (REAGAN: +10SP) (+42SP)

"Holy shit. You like, you actually tamed the Retard?" Gloria wondered out loud.

"I tame bitches. I've got four proofs of it in this very room."

I could see Gloria counting in her head, and frowning a bit when she realized that the number included her.

She decided to vent that anger at Reagan.

"All right, Cunty the horse. Let's see what you can do."

She threw one leg over her back, and sat down like there was a saddle there or something.

She had a little trouble sitting down, and had to lean forward a bit.

Good. She still had that thing in her ass.

I'll deal with that real soon.

"Now... MOVE!!"

Reagan sighed in irritated humiliation. She looked up at me... clearly dreaming of ways how to kill me quickly and efficiently.

SMACK!!!

Gloria violently slapped Reagan's already burning behind.

"OWW!!"

"I said, MOVE, CUNTY!!"

She was determined to ride her new horse.

And then... Reagan moved. (REAGAN: +5SP) (+47SP)

It was slow, but she did trot forwards with the young lady on her back.

Her sexy, naked muscular body inched forward, and her tits shook with each step.

"You call this moving, Cunty? Faster, you disgusting dyke!!"

SMACK!!

Gloria knew the secret to motivating her now. No matter how tough Reagan wanted to appear, that ass of hers was now a literal sore spot.

So... She moved faster.

Not that there were many places to go, really. It was a small dungeon and her ankle was chained to the wall. So... In the end it was Gloria just riding her bodyguard in a circle.

She screeched constant orders at her. Like, faster, slower, sideways, etc.

And she kept smacking her like she was actually training a wild animal.

It was interesting... But the humiliation of the thing was slowly starting to wear off.

Gloria's first orders netted 3 points from Reagan... (REAGAN: +3SP) (+50SP)... but then the flow just stopped.

Reagan was at +50 now. Stuff like this wouldn't cut the mustard anymore.

Gloria was starting to lose her motivation after 10 minutes too. There was only so much you could do with the horseplay in such a limited setting. Unless... Well...

We could always ramp things up.

Gloria was starting to eye me. As if asking whether I was satisfied already or not.

Eventually I signaled her to come closer to me. She didn't waste a second, finally giving Reagan's back some time to heal.

"Is- Well, are you happy with that... daddy?"

"It was decent. But it was also kinda... mild."

She was a bit confused. "What... What do you mean?"

"You know the kind of stuff I'd prefer to see, don't you?"

"...Um... Do you like, wanna see me n-nude, or..."

"No. I meant between you and Reagan."

The meaning of my words slowly burrowed into her little brain, and she didn't even try to hide her disgust.

"Ew, but... You mean- Me and her? She's a fucking dyke, I can't-"

I quickly grabbed her throat once again. It was a nice and quick way to make her understand stuff more proficiently.

"Listen, princess. It's either her lips on your cunt... Or your lips on her cunt. Which do you prefer?"

I released my hold a bit, so she could answer.

Her eyes twitched about for a few seconds, but she knew that she had to choose one.

"W-well... I guess... Her... Her l-lips... on... on... on my c-cunt..."

"Great. Now... Make it interesting for me."

I physically turned the **** girl around, and pushed her back towards Reagan.

Unbeknownst me, Lana had sneaked behind my back at some point and suddenly spoke up.

"Master... If you need... If you need some help with anything, I can..."

"Sure. It's been 15 minutes since you sucked me off. Get back to it."

Lana didn't need more instructions than that. She kneeled sensually, running her hand through my chest as her lovely lips made loving, teasing contact with my cock again.

This was her usual way of trying to steal my attention... But all of my focus was still on Gloria.

She coughed nervously... and then finally dropped her panties right on the face of the muscular blonde.

Reagan looked up... And clearly had trouble understanding she was actually seeing the young, tight pussy of the girl she had watched grow up and protected for years.

"Okay, r-retard. It's... It's time for you to... S-Serve me... like... like the lowly peasant... that you are" (GLORIA: +4SP) (+87SP)