Yummy

There was a lovely slurping sound, as I walked back into the living room. Gretchen was sucking on Lana’s left tit.

It didn’t look that enthusiastic, though. But she did perk up the moment she saw me. So much that even Lana had to close her eyes all of a sudden and let out a smallish moan.

Were they slacking off while I was away?

Whatever. I could just review the footage later.

I dropped two cans of whipped cream and a bowl of strawberries on living room table.

They both stopped, and looked at me questioningly.

“Alright. Fuck the plot. Next Miss Hardbody here will start covering Connie’s body with whipped cream and strawberries. Make her look as delicious as possible.”

There was a moment of hesitation. Like they didn’t even know where to begin.

“I want both of you completely naked first. Chop chop.”

That was an easy order to follow. And fairly soon both women were au naturel again.

I hope I never get tired of seeing those amazing bodies.

Then, the awkward phase. I wasn’t going to captain this. I just grabbed the camera and let them at it.

Gretchen turned to Lana.

“Umm.. Lana-“

“Connie! I’m Connie. Remember?” Lana said, pointing to my camera.

“Oh, right. Umm… Connie, just… Lay on the sofa, okay?”

“Oh God. You’re gonna get that stuff all over my cushions.”

“I… Promise to be careful, okay?”

Lana sighed, and laid her body down on her sofa.

Gretchen took one of the cans, shook it up, and got spraying.

She sprayed pretty indiscriminately. Some on Lana’s body, some on her face, some on her legs… Did she really think that was enough?

“Gretchen. Put it on her tits and pussy as well.”

She nodded meekly, and sprayed significant amounts of the stuff on Lana’s erogenous areas. Lana was really feeling the coldness of the cream against her skin. It must’ve been ticklish too. I think she was forgetting all about the messiness on her sofa now.

“Good enough. Now the strawberries.”

Well, I guess I was captaining this after all. I mean… Perhaps I had to? That’s how you get points. When they follow your explicit orders. I just had to hope one of these was the correct one.

Gretchen placed all the 20 somewhat strawberries strategically around Lana’s body. And not only that, she made sure that she bent nearly 90 degrees at the waist as she was planting each and every one of them.

Was she bending over for my benefit?

Yeah, obviously.

What a crazy bitch. I think I was starting to like how she was changing.

Thankfully, Gretchen had the good sense to put strawberries on top of Lana’s nipples, making her tits look like a real feast. She also placed one strawberry on top of Lana’s crotch, but… She could do better.

“Gretch. Put one right up her pussy.”

Lana just closed her eyes, as Gretchen slowly inserted the last strawberry through her pussylips. It looked like she didn’t even have to push that hard, it slipped right in. And it was no small one either.

Perhaps all of this was making Lana well lubricated after all?

Finally Gretchen got up, surveyed her handiwork and seemed pretty satisfied with it.

Lana was not, but she knew better than to speak up.

Gretchen turned to me.

“Do… Do you wish to eat… her now, master?”

I chuckled.

Gretchen understood what my reaction meant, and her face dropped a little bit.

She kneeled next to Lana’s well-decorated body.

“Start with her stomach. Then slowly move up to her breasts. I want each lick and bite you make to be as sensual as possible.”

I moved closer with my camera. I was going to get beautiful close-ups of this.

Then the licking started.

It was beautiful, sensual, and insanely erotic to see her gobble up that cream and strawberries off Lana’s red, luscious body. Even Lana had to close her eyes and bite her lip when Gretchen stayed teasingly long in one area.

…

So, no points? I mean… this has to be at least somewhat humiliating?

Never mind. I wasn’t done giving out orders.

I told Gretchen to go faster, hungrier. No points. I told her to bite Lana’s nipples as she ate the strawberries from them. Other than the beautiful yips that Lana mouthed, no points. I told Gretchen to stuff her whole face in the cream and lick Lana up and down like a sex maniac.

No points.

Then came the final straw. Berry. The final strawberry.

The one inside Lana’s pussy.

“Gretchen. I want you to make her cum so hard, that she orgasms the strawberry into your mouth.”

Both looked at me in confusion.

“But… Only you can make her cum… master?” Gretchen asked.

Oh right.

Wait a minute.

I tapped into the Submission Accelerator. Then I clicked on Lana’s orgasm lock, and just turned it off.

“What did you say, Gretchen?” I asked.

“Only you…” Then she stopped. It looked like she was going over the words she just said, and realizing how weird they were. “I’m sorry master, I don’t know why I said that.”

Alright, interesting. Seems like turning off the orgasm lock also removes people’s memories of how it worked. I better keep that in mind.

“Then get to licking that cunt, cunt.”

Gretchen breathed in hard, and placed her tongue on Lana’s clit.

It wasn’t the first time they had done this. I just wasn’t there for that occasion. But I did always have that video they sent me.

Then Gretchen got going. It wasn’t loving or sensual, it was just rough. She just really wanted to get Lana off, so she could finish the mission. All of Gretchen’s focus was on Lana’s clit, no foreplay or anything, just an attack on the most sensitive spot on Lana’s body.

I turned the camera to Lana’s face. She was done holding back. She moaned like she was getting fucked hard and fast. She was falling so deep into the pleasure zone that her thighs wrapped around Gretchen’s head and squeezed her in place.

Gretchen didn’t care. Her tongue was attacking Lana’s clit brutally, slurping and licking like no tomorrow.

When it was clear that Lana was only a few seconds from orgasm, Gretchen wrapped her lips around Lana’s pussylips and was about to receive that precious strawberry.

Lana came hard. It was barely a day since she came the last time, and it already looked like she had been building up to this quite some time. So much ejaculation fluid landed in Gretchen’s waiting mouth. I could even hear Gretchie swallowing some of it. She had to, since there was so much.

Then it subsided. The flood was over. Lana laid back on her sofa, exhausted.

Gretchen got up, opened her mouth, and showed the strawberry that was sitting on the top of her tongue. Her mouth was still dripping from Lana’s cum, but that just made her proud smile all the prettier.

“Swallow.”

And down went the strawberry. Down her throat.

And no points.

…

This was getting really frustrating. No doubt about it.

I couldn’t even enjoy the fucking masterpiece I had just filmed.

I turned Lana’s orgasm lock back on.

“Hey Gretchen, can you make Lana cum a second time?”

“…But… Only you can…” she said with her big puppy dog eyes.

Okay good. They got their memories back about the orgasm lock. Seems like it was fairly handy to turn off and on if I ever needed to.

So… What now?

Gretchen was just staring me with her wet face, waiting for my next order.

Maybe it wasn’t that humiliating to eat stuff from someone else’s body? Maybe I needed to reverse things again?

“Gretchen, follow me.”

With that, we went into the kitchen, leaving the exhausted Lana on the sofa.

Five minutes later, the kitchen door opened.

Lana, who had enough strength to sit on the sofa now, was quite shocked.

Gretchen was covered in chocolate syrup, from head to toe.

Gretchen took small, careful steps towards Lana. Leaving drops of chocolate behind her, on the floor and on the carpet.

It looked like seeing that stressed Lana more than seeing Gretchen covered in the stuff.

Once Gretchen was in front of Lana, I pulled out my camera.

“Okay, new plot. You two are lovers. Gretchen here had decided to surprise you, Lana. Now. Say the line, Gretchen.”

Please work. Please work.

Gretchen cleared her throat a little bit, and for a while, the only sound in the room was the chocolate slowly dripping from her body. Finally, she looked Lana into her eyes.

“H-hello, darling. I know you love chocolate. Well I… I love you. Please. Lick me all over. Every… Every spot on my body… is yours.”

No points. Fuck fuck fuck.

Was it because they both knew this was fake? That’s why it wasn’t humiliating enough?

Lana looked at me, as if asking for guidance. What the fuck was she expecting?

“Yes! Lick her, bitch!”

Lana furrowed her brows at my choice of words, but still slowly got closer to Gretchen’s face. A small moment of silence, some awkward staring, and then her tongue came out. It landed on Gretchen’s face, tasting the sweet sugary taste of chocolate and body sweat. It licked her cheeks. Her nose. Her lips. Their bodies slowly squished together, smearing chocolate on Lana as well. (LANA: +1SP) (+92SP)

Oh my God. Why her? If things continued like this, I’d get Lana to +100 before Gretchen.

So. That didn’t work either.

As Lana kept licking Gretchen all over, I was feeling like I maybe I should just quit. Take Gretchen to my apartment and try my last few tricks.

Nah, not just yet. I left my camera filming them, and stormed to the kitchen.

I raided all the cabinets. Trying to find something, anything to make this humiliating on another level.

All Lana had was boring stuff. Thank God for the strawberries and chocolate at least, but there was nothing else. Nothing. Sure, there was more stuff they could smear on each other, but that didn’t seem to work.

Perhaps that was the wrong strategy?

Among many of Lana’s vegetables, there was one that had potential.

A really big carrot. Practically fallos-shaped.

I picked it up, and got to thinking.

Wait, what was there to think about? Let’s just do the obvious.

I stormed back to the living room. Gretchen’s face was fairly clean of chocolate by now, only full of Lana’s saliva. I forcefully separated the though, which was actually harder than it sounded. The chocolate was quite sticky, after all.

Man, they both looked like a couple of dirty bitches. Lana’s living room was never going to be the same after this.

I placed the big carrot on Gretchen’s hand.

“I want you to fuck Lana’s pussy with this.”

She swallowed, but nodded.

Lana had heard what we said, and didn’t feel like fighting back anymore. She sat on her sofa, and opened up her legs. I also didn’t feel like waiting anymore, so I grabbed the chocolaty Gretchen by the hair and shoved her in front of Lana’s pussy.

“Go.”

Gretchen got to work. She slid the carrot in Lana’s pussy, as deep as she could, and then began pulling it in and out. In and out. Faster and faster. Like a dildo. Lana who had cum just a moment ago, was already gasping and moaning like a bitch in heat.

No points. Yeah, okay, that was plan 1 with the carrot. What’s next?

…

Lana’s ass?

“Gretchen. Fuck Lana’s ass with the carrot.”

“Wh-What? N-No!”

Huh? Disobedience from Lana? But… Oh yeah, she was still an anal virgin, wasn’t she? I mean assumedly, I never did any of that stuff with her before.

Hey, however this goes with Gretchen, I shouldn’t miss this opportunity for a point.

I grabbed Lana by her hair, and looked deep into her eyes.

“You are going to beg Gretchen to violate your ass with that carrot. Now.”

She really really wanted to say no.

But I had very imposing eyes. And she was broken enough.

“P-please… Gretchen… F-Fuck my… ass.. with the carrot,” she stuttered through gritted teeth. (LANA: +1SP) (+93SP)

Even Gretchen wasn’t feeling that immediately obedient. Had I actually touched on a new ground here? Was making them do some anal stuff the answer?

“Gretchen, Do it.”

She steeled herself and flipped Lana around on the sofa, so that Lana’s ass was now facing her. Then she found Lana’s small asshole.

Gretchen placed her fingers on it, carefully expanding the hole. Lana gasped.

Thankfully the carrot was well-lubricated now.

The tip of it was very carefully starting to make its way inside Lana’s asshole.

Lana was breathing extremely fast and gripping her sofa for dear life. She wasn’t screaming in terror, though. I guess she had no idea how to feel about something so completely new to her.

Once the carrot was the furthest it could go, Gretchen began pumping it in and out. Again, very carefully. She was looking away, I guess seeing Lana’s asshole this close wasn’t much fun.

Pumping and pumping.

Lana moaning.

But no points.

Yeah, I had to give up.

“Gretchen, stop.”

She let go off the carrot. It was now stuck halfway in Lana’s asshole.

I was about to order her to leave with me, but the carrot jutting like that…

Okay, one final idea.

“Gretchen, eat the carrot.”

Gretchen opened her mouth, perhaps to question my order, but ultimately didn’t dare. She was about to pull the carrot out.

“No. Eat it like that.”

Gretchen was hesitating. She didn’t like this. Not one bit.

But. She bit into the end of the carrot. The end that was never in the pussy or the asshole.

Then she bit some more. Perhaps this area had some sogginess to it.

Then she bit further. It had to taste at least like pussy now.

The she bit for the fourth time. She probably tasted both Lana’s pussy and asshole now.

The rest of the carrot was inside Lana’s ass.

She looked at me with desperation.

I nodded.

She let out a small **** squeak, but nevertheless, turned to face Lana’s asshole.

The she puckered up, put her lips around her ass, pushed her teeth inside Lana’s asshole and began chomping away at the remaining carrot. (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+98SP)