She submits to Jacqueline's double

“Fake it! Follow along and obey until her guard is down.”

Target >=50, d100+9=62, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

Cara Soft Corruption 10, Willpower 6

Cara runs her tongue over her lips. “I’ll be a good girl, Jackie.”

“Smart girl,” Jacqueline laughs. She pushes Cara to her feet and out of the bed. Cara stands nude in the middle of her sprawling bedroom and looks at herself in her vanity mirror as her nemesis ties rope around the handcuffs, throws it up over the chandelier, and then hoists Cara’s arms up until the only comfortable thing for Cara to do is bend over at the waist. She’s quite the sight, tied in the strappado position with her tits dangling and her ass thrust out, simultaneously wanton and helpless.

She starts thinking of picking the lock on the cuffs when Jacqueline pushes Cara’s long smooth legs open and locks them in spreader bar. She’s now double-bound, having to choose between going on her tiptoes to rest her pulled back shoulders or lowering her feet to take the stress in her back. She watches Jackie in the light of her bedside lamp.

Jackie unzips and strips off her black catsuit, revealing her perky breasts and then a harness with tight straps around her ass fronted with serious metal rings in front of her pussy. Cara is puzzled. “Going rockclimbing, Jackie?”

“Not that kind of harness, Ms. Cara Soft, Tomb Reaver. You should have paid more attention to extracurriculars when we were at the rich bitch boarding school together,” Jackie says and then throws down her black burglar bag and pulls out a hefty dildo, as large as any dick Cara’s come across on her adventures.

“Dr. Soft, actually,” Cara tries to say and runs out of words. She is beginning to feel intimidated.

Jackie snaps a small silicone vibe to the dildo’s base and attaches it to a metal ring on her pubic mound. It stands lewd and erect. Jackie then reaches into her bag and pulls out a second dildo, attaching it to a second metal ring right underneath the first. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Cara. I want to run a train on you, and when you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.”

“You don’t have to do this, Jackie,” Cara begs. She prays to anyone, to Sado Maso. She needs to be a good masochist, a good submissive. She needs to endure.

“Don’t worry, silly. Unlike the time you got Cletus to fuck me dry two weeks ago, I’ll use lube. Fresh-squeezed ginger juice is lube, right?”

Cara screams as the drops touch her puckered ass. The burning sensation radiates through her body, flowing into the tips of her fingers and toes, making her hair stand on end. The ginger lube pools and drips from her ass, and then she feels the big silicone cockhead push at her hole. It stretches her, unwrinkles her star, and pushes the lube inside. The burning sensation intensifies and Cara starts shaking on feet. Jackie thrusts, and the second silicone cockhead penetrates Cara’s traitorous wet slit.

Cara gives Jackie the satisfaction of hearing her sob. Jackie grips Cara’s powerful, athletic hips and thrusts. The twin silicone dildos go deeper, penetrating both of Cara’s innermost sanctums, squeezing every nerve in the perineum between her pussy and her ass, squashing her g-spot. The sensation is overwhelming long before Jackie bottoms out, before Jackie starts thrusting.

Cara still shakes with every thrust of Jackie’s strapons, but she wills herself to not wail, to not shudder. She wills herself to submit, to endure, even to enjoy. There is a strange sort of heightened pleasure to the dildos flattening her g-spot on both sides. Jacqueline pounds Cara’s holes until **** fades, dulls, achieves satisfaction. There is a faint buzz of the vibrators at the base of the strapons, but they are not giving Jackie the satisfaction, the release. Jackie is only becoming hornier as she leans over and whispers. “Whose bitch are you, Cara?”

Cara is submitting. An opening will come later. “I’m your bitch, Jackie.”

Her nemesis Jacqueline Atlantis cackles, both dildoes buried in Cara. “I think I’ll have you watch as I make that maid of yours eat me out in your own bed. Angus can fuck both of you worthless cunts later.”

Cara prays again to Sado Maso, and then there’s a loud clang. Jackie falls to the floor at Cara’s feet. Cara looks in the vanity mirror, and standing behind them is Angelique in a cute maid uniform with a heavy copper pan in her hand. It pays to hire French special forces cadets as the help. “Désolé, mademoiselle. It took me some time to subdue ze goon, yes?”

Cara’s pussy and ass breathe with relief.

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