Make Her Squeal (R,L,H)

Richard stepped through the doorway and was no longer in the auditorium. As he looked around he saw the red and gold carpets and mahogany doors of the estate back home. Genet had copied the same hallway for the waiting area in the last challenge for anyone that’d been captured.

Hazel was waiting for him at the landing, with her arms folded behind her back. He would have asked where Luna was supposed to be as the challenge’s guide, but there were other things that distracted him.

The bodyguard had swapped the suit she’d been wearing that morning for what he imagined a dominatrix’s outfit to be like. Her dress pants had been replaced with shiny black latex, and her suit and tie were gone entirely. She had a bikini top matching her pants, fully displaying her well developed shoulders and abs. Her jet hair rippled as she looked back at him, further mesmerizing him.

“Good afternoon, sir. Is… everything alright?”

His concentration managed to recover at the question, and he finally lifted his gaze to make eye contact. “Yes, of course. Sorry.”

"You've nothing to apologize for. I’m glad you’re in a good mood.”

“Where’s Luna?”

Hazel smiled. “Presumably at home. I don’t think she’d be involved in security issues.” Then she winked at him, just to give him a little nudge.

Security issues… “Can you tell me more about what’s going on?”

“Of course, sir. I’ll tell you on the way.” She began leading him down the hall. Stairs appeared in front of them, and he followed her down.

“I’ve been trying to get answers out of our prisoner.” Hazel began to explain. “After she broke in last night, as you know, I had her secured in the brig. We were hoping to find out why she decided to break in, but the only thing she’s said has been your name. Ms.Turner gave up and left a few hours ago, but if you’re willing I’d ask you to make a final attempt.”

“Of course. Do we know anything about her? What’s her name?”

The bodyguard shook her head in front of him. “We don’t even know that. She didn’t have any ID on her when I captured her. She had no weapons, no communication devices, no bugs to plant- the only thing she was carrying was your picture. Your stepsister asked me to keep you away from this for that very reason, but since the police are coming to take her away soon I thought we could take the chance.”

“I’ll try if it helps. I know you hate missing an opportunity.”

She nodded and then went down the hall on the lower floor. He remembered now where they were going. Hazel had retrofitted a cellar into a holding cell during his last year of high school after repeated break-ins and attempted thefts like the one she’d been describing. As he realized she stopped in front of their cellroom and led him in.

The ‘prisoner’ was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, squirming against the silk ropes holding her in place. Her eyes were closed, and he could hear low whines of desperation. She was wearing a cherry red latex bodysuit, and the ropes were fashioned around her to display her breasts.

The door clicked shut, and Luna’s eyes flashed open, throwing herself against her bindings. When she failed to break free, she spoke in a breathy voice. “You finally brought him.”

“She did.” Dick responded, taking the spotlight as Hazel circled around the room. “Why did you want me here so badly?”

“I’ll tell you so if you earn it.”

Hazel had made it to the other side of the room by then. She loomed over the chair, forcing Luna’s head up as she pressed in with her riding crop. Though with how wound up the Latina was, all it did was make her shiver in anticipation.

The bodyguard pressed anyways, growling down: “What makes you think you have any leverage here?”

Luna let out another desperate whine before answering. “You two barely have ten minutes with me. I’ll tell you anything you want… if you show me a- oooh- a good time first.” She winked like Hazel had a moment ago, though it took her a second try since her attempt to be suave had been thrown off by the other woman pawing at her chest.

Richard was already unclasping his belt, having understood the thinly-veiled signals from both women. He tossed it off near the door as he bent forward, leaning over Luna.

“Just to be clear, by ‘a good time,’ you mean…”

She grinned now, ignoring or perhaps enjoying Hazel’s threats from her other side. “Fuck me with everything you have.”

Dick swallowed, trying to work up the courage for something that fit the scene. “Then let’s get that off of you.” He ran his hands along her sides, letting her lean into it and react to his touch. He was secretly hoping to find a seam or zipper, something to use without having to ask awkward questions.

“There’s no need, sir.” Hazel saved his ego. “Her little suit comes with an opening for something like this I found earlier. Allow me.” She weaved around him, reaching down to the lower half of the latex bodysuit. She held their ‘captive’ in place, eliciting another moan as she unzipped the bottom and revealed Luna’s own dripping slit. She then gave a small tug on the Latina’s legs, positioning her in her rope-bound seat for easier access from their Master.

“Thank you for that.” He said, dropping his pants and boxers in quick succession. He made eye contact with his ‘prisoner’ for a final confirmation that she wanted what was going on. She offered a small nod back, and he plunged in.

After being edged for the past few hours by Touch Base, she came within a moment of his first thrust inside her. Her scream of euphoric release would have pierced through the cellar’s soundproofing if the space around them was real.

Dick leaned back, surprised by just how close she’d been before he even entered the room. He found an even tempo inside her and she continued moaning loudly to the rhythm he’d set. I’m supposed to be commanding, right? Making decisions, using my power? What would Hel do?

He made a decision and began giving orders. “Hazel, I want you to quiet her until she’s saying what we’re looking for. But do it gently. We’re supposed to ‘show her a good time’ after all.”

“Yes, Sir.” Hazel simply agreed, though he thought he could hear some excitement in her voice. The bodyguard forced Luna to lift her chin up again and kissed; it was the full, aggressive kind of kiss meant to take her breath away.

Luna whimpered into her, feeling overwhelmed and exhilarated all at once. Hazel above and Richard below competed for her attention. While it wasn’t by itself the most adventurous thing she’d ever done, she’d almost been driven mad in anticipation the past few hours. This release- and release- was heaven.

Hazel felt Luna’s second release start as she quivered under the bodyguard. They were deep in their kiss still, a kiss that had become french along the way. Hazel pulled away as she felt the orgasm end, studying the Latina’s expression. The woman had a blissed-out look, and Hazel couldn’t stop herself from being a little jealous. All she has to do is sit there and taunt us.

Luna Lopez, +1 BP (French Kiss) (Lieutenant)

Hazel Singh, +1 BP (French Kiss) (Lieutenant)

Hazel tried to step back into the mindset of the role she’d chosen. She glowered down at her ‘opponent’ and spoke. “So. Are you ready to speak yet?”

“After only two?” Luna grinned up at her.

“Mr.Turner is not a patient man.” Hazel lied.

“Then I suppose you should tell him why you’re not trying hard enough?” Her ‘prisoner’ challenged her.

It’s just roleplay. Hazel reminded herself. But she took the challenge, anchoring a hand in Luna’s bun to avoid seriously hurting her before she gently tugged, pulling her hair. “Sir, may I have a moment with her?”

“Of course.” Richard groaned out as he pulled out. As the two women were making statements of bravado at each other, he’d kept up his steady thrusts and did what he could to keep in control of himself. Having stepped away, he just watched in aching anticipation of whatever his partner was planning.

With his approval, Hazel took the lead. She worked her way along Luna’s bodysuit, testing with her fingers as she listened for each little noise she made at both people touching her. She went along her stomach, her sides, skirting around her breasts to first focus again on the small exposed parts of her chest and collarbone. Then she finally moved to what Luna had been anticipating and began massaging over the latex covering the Latina’s chest.

Luna whimpered in response, increasingly desperate. She could feel Richard getting increasingly turned on, and of course that meant that she was getting closer alongside him. Hazel squeezed and teased her, and once again she wanted more. Dick could be going harder, faster. Hazel could be… Luna was sure there was something. But she needed-

“-more.” She whined.

“More?” Hazel whispered in her ear. “What more could you want, with all this?” But the bodyguard paid attention, noticing her ‘prisoner’ staring at their Master. “You need more from him?”

Luna nodded, whimpering again.

“Then confess, give your story, and I’ll make sure Master Turner gives you everything he can.” She found a nipple underneath the latex and focused on it while Luna struggled to get out a response. She won the battle and found her friend shaking in her hands again.

When it seemed like the third orgasm had stopped Hazel pressed again. “Well?”

“I-I’lm ready.” Luna managed to make out.

Hazel drew back and took a break, allowing her to speak. “Go ahead, then.”

Luna tried to remember the tale that she and Hazel had worked on together earlier that day. “I’d heard from one of the other girls at the last show that Helena Turner keeps a private sketchbook. It’s full of…”

“Full of her designs from her early years?” Hazel offered her, remembering the story much better at the moment.

“Yes. I wanted it.” Luna agreed. “That’s why I broke in.”

“Good. I’ll be sure to inform the police. Go ahead and finish her, Sir.” Hazel withdrew to watch and prepare.

Given the all-clear, Dick stopped trying to hold himself back. He leaned down and thrust into her, grunting and letting himself moan as he knew Luna liked listening to. He felt himself twitching, growing closer still as he buried himself inside her with everything he had.

He finally came, and she with him a moment before she disappeared.

He felt tired but content for a moment as it ended, until he heard the spritz of a spray bottle and the strong smell of soy sauce, though as it lingered he thought there were traces of roses like the ones that grew outside the manor.

“Thank you for your help, Sir.”

He stood up from the chair, feeling refreshed, though a bit confused at the second wind. He turned around and Hazel was standing there, once more in a deferential pose like when he’d first seen her earlier.

“Right. My help.”

Richard let the moment linger in silence for a moment, taking in his surroundings now that Luna was gone and the ‘interrogation’ was passed.

They were still in the cellar, of course. Whatever magic bound the place wasn’t that subtle.

But Hazel had flipped the part of the cellar they were concentrating on. A small cot sat behind her against the wall, one intended in the real world for any thieves or intruders that ended up staying overnight.

Hazel stood in front of it now, waiting for him to take the initiative.

“I love you.”

She allowed herself to blush, but didn’t respond.

“I’ve never met someone so hardworking, so dedicated, so determined to help. I feel like we don’t deserve you half the time.”

She blushed deeper, her head becoming bowed. “I am a loyal servant of the House.”

“You’re more than a servant.” He pressed. “Neither of us could live without you. You’re practically part of the family.”

“I don’t need praise.” Hazel deflected. It was a small lie, hiding her appreciation.

“But you deserve it. You deserve some kind of recognition for everything you do.” He stepped closer to her and reached for an arm, still clad in her black latex. She still didn’t move, other than to relax her arms for him.

“I am yours at the end of each day, Master.”

“Yes.” She raised an eyebrow at him not trying to deflect or dodge the title, but he continued. “But I hope you understand that I am also yours. I want to be able to do as much for you as you’ve done for me, even though it feels like I’d never be able to fully repay you.”

“You don’t need to worry about debts or who has done more.” Hazel, or the part she was playing, told him. He couldn’t fully tell which. “If you continue trying to show me that I am yours, and you are mine, that is enough.” She made a small step backwards toward the bed, still within his grasp.

Richard took a larger step towards her, bringing them within a breath of each other. He gently leaned in for a kiss, and they embraced beside the bed. Their arms continued to move throughout their long, slow, gentle kiss. Hazel guided him to the clasp of her latex bra and let him undo it. After the kiss ended he moved to take it off from where it was hanging on her chest.

She moved for her belt next, silently undoing it while he took care of the bra. Richard looked for a moment between her arm warmers and pants. She wordlessly gave him her preference, leaning against the bed while facing him to let him more easily take off her pants.

Richard got on one knee to remove them for her. He undid the button, then the zipper. He made small movements on either side of her thighs to help remove the tight material. He managed to get it off and let it sit while returning to where Hazel was waiting on the bed for him. He reached for the arm warmers to help with those, but she stopped him.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t think those are worth the time."

“As you wish. Lay back for me then.” He asked her.

Hazel obeyed, smiling up at him.

Richard took off his shirt finally before joining her on the bed. There was nothing left to prepare, so he entered her as she’d been waiting for.

The bodyguard, the assistant, his girlfriend sighed as she felt him. She’d done everything she had intended to. Now all she needed to do was lay back and let him take over.

Be his, as he was hers.

Hazel let her arms rest above her, the dark latex subtly contrasted by the jet beauty of her hair. He held onto her spread thighs as he worked inside her, loving the look that she was giving him.

“I love you.” He told her again.

"I love you too, Master.”

He continued stirring inside her, and she closed her eyes. This is home. I managed two miracles, neither of which I ever thought possible. This- everything is perfect. Then as she felt a twitch signaling he was getting close, a stray thought arrived. There is one thing I wish I could add.

Richard saw her frown for a moment, before her breath caught. As he tried to pull out from concern her legs tightened around him, telling him to keep going. With her direction he allowed himself to continue; he felt himself approaching the point of no return and laid down on top of her. Scooping up half her hair as he brought her in for a final embrace and came as the two of them kissed.

“Mmmmh.” Hazel moaned. The kiss broke as she bucked back into him through his orgasm and she held him close. “I love you, Master."

The cellar slowly faded around them.