She hasn't, and she wants you to demonstrate more

The room is agonizingly quiet as Amy considers her options. At least, I think that's what she's doing - I can't exactly see that much while trapped down here, a pair of fingers slowly fucking my mouth.

"Hmm. I dunno. I wanna see more. Like if we were doing things properly."

"Uh, OK," the guy in my mouth replies, seemingly unsure on how to parse her answer. He seems to be the leader of these two. "Say, why don't you go and get Karen a glass of water before we carry on? Looks like she's been here a while."

"Sure!" Amy bounds out of the room, as the leader of the two lowers himself to the floor, getting close to my face. He speaks quietly to me, his breath hot against my nose, hints of tobacco and beer clear on his breath.

"I don't know which one of you is the dumbest, or more naive, or - fuck it, I dunno, doesn't matter - but you're clearly the one who's supposed to be taking care of her, yeah?" I nod meekly, barely able to meet his eyes, fingers still sitting idle in my mouth, causing me to drool over the carpet. "Good. Fuckin' great. I'll cut you a deal then. Play along and we won't get rough with her. Right?" I nod again, and the fingers withdraw from my mouth, instead heading south along my body. I don't really have any options here. And his choice of words... I can't help but feel that specifying Amy and not the both of us was deliberate. Not that I want to call him on it.

I feel the hand reach between my buttocks, wet fingers first. I let out a loud gasp as he proceeds lower, pulling at the crotch rope as he proceeds lower. "Please," I plead, weakly.

"Don't worry," the man states as he continues on, rough patches of skin on his hands standing out as he slips between my thighs. He reaches down to my pussy, flicking the vibrator off and easing the vibrator out. "You'll get to cum again if you play your cards right."

"No, please!" The promise sparks new life in me. "Please, I'll do whatever you want, just don't make me cum again. I don't want to! I don't want to be tied up, I don't- I'll do-"

"Do what?" The flunkie pipes up, cutting me off as I'm on the brink of crying. "We already have you tied up, we can do what we want to you. And she wants to play too, for now, but if she doesn't..." He trails off, his intent clear.

An awful thought comes to mind; How much do I really need to protect Amy from? She's taken this too far. She's the reason I'm here. And she's really taking advantage of the situation. But he raised a decent point there, even if he doesn't realise: She's fickle. What will these guys do when she decides she's bored, or wants to do something else? But if I stick to my word... play along with them... ask them to tie Amy up instead... I can keep her safe. I'll take any punishment, so long as I remain free. Though she may not get her way. Do things she doesn't want to do. But she'll be safe.