The obedient editor & The feisty writer

Now Lana began to struggle for real. Her playful acting turned very panicy.

"I'll go see who that is."

Muffled shouting. She very much wanted me to forget about the door completely. That was not going to happen.

I left the bedroom despite her best efforts to stop me. When I closed the bedroom door, she calmed down a little.

I knew who was behind the front door before I opened it.

"Come in."

Gretchen was looking her now-usual mix of confused and scared. She had on a sexy no-shoulder top and jean shorts. I wondered if she put those on for my benefit?

She stepped inside the house, and I closed the door behind her.

"S-So, where are we? What is this place?"

"Oh Gretchie-whore. You don't even know where you dear employees live?"

I grabbed the backpack from the hallway. It was more useful to just take straight to the bedroom. Gretchen started looking around. She saw few pictures on the wall, and things started clicking in her brain.

"Are we... at Lana's? Why?"

"Move. To the bedroom."

She was very suspicious. Who the fuck wouldn't be? But it's not like she could disobey me so much anymore. That required willpower she didn't have anymore.

I stood behind Gretchen, as she opened the bedroom door. Two things happened very fast.

Lana had a real shock attack seeing Gretchen there, and desperately tried to get herself out of her tied predicament, which was impossible.

Gretchen's eyes saw the scene of Lana tied to her own bed in her underwear, with a ballgag in her mouth. She had to scream. But couldn't, because I once again pre-emptively covered her mouth with my hand.

The next fifteen seconds both women tried fighting themselves out of their captivity, with neither succeeding. Finally both realised that it wasn't going to work, and started calming down. I talked softly straight to Gretchen's ear.

"Yes, it's Lana. Are you going to be calm now? When I let go of my hand, you're not going to be making any noises, right?"

Gretchen's breathing calmed down. She nodded. Both women were now avoiding eye contact with each other.

I slowly released Gretchen. She didn't make noises, but she turned to me and talked quietly.

"Jack, what the fuck is going on? I can't handle this. Please let me go."

I only patted Gretchen's head, and turned to Lana. She hadn't fully given up on trying to loose the ropes, despite its impossibility. More of her focus was concentrated on trying to stare a hole through me.

"Why are you upset, Lana? You told me that you'd be scared to be alone with me. And I told you I was going to fix it. Well, here's the fix." I said as I pointed at Gretchen. Lana was cursing up a storm, if one could make out any words through her gag. Gretchen had her back to us now.

"No, but seriously. I must admit I brought you here under false pretenses, miss Douglas. You see, that article you've been writing... I actually do want it. Credited to me." Lana's eyes opened up very questioningly, as if saying "seriously?".

"Consider this a business transaction, with Gretchen here being my little assisstant. She really puts the "ass" in that title," I smirked while slapping Gretchen's behind. She yelped, and turned to me furiously. She was probably going to say something, but I continued.

"By the end of the night, you're going to give me that article. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the fun way."

She started shaking her head, once again trying to fight her ropes.

"I agree. Fun way sounds more fun, doesn't it?"

I opened my backpack, and took out a pair of scissors. I gave them to Gretchen.

"It seems like miss Douglas is still wearing too many clothes. Get rid of them for me."

Gretchen just stared at the scissors.

"I- I want nothing to do with this, this is sick, I have to-"

"You'll do it for me, won't you?"

Gretchen got quieter.

"You can leave if you want to. But there's no coming back. Ever."

Gretchen stared at the scissors, and then at Lana who still couldn't believe that her editor was actually here, listening to my commands.

"J-just this, right?"

"For now."

My completely noncommittal phrasing was apparently enough for Gretchen, who got closer to Lana with the scissors. Lana started struggling and shaking like never before, trying to stop her. (GRETCHEN: +4SP) (+71SP)

"Lana, pl-please stop struggling. I don't want you to get hurt."

And Lana did eventually, her strength starting to sap out. Gretchen pinched her black sating underwear, and brought the scissors to them. She tried her best not touching Lana's glistening, sweaty skin at all.

SNAP.

Half of the underewear was ruined. Lana had now closed her eyes, probably wishing she was somewhere else.

SNAP.

The underwear fell on the the bed. Lana's pussy was completely exposed in front of Gretchen's face. She took a small curious glance, but then looked away.

Gretchen moved upward in the bed, towards Lana's bra. She lifted the small strap between her scrumptous tits, and was about to cut it.

"No. Don't cut the bra. Take it off normally."

Gretchen swallowed, and put the scissors away. (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+72SP) This was actually the harder way to do this, since Gretchen really had to put both of her hands under Lana's back to open the buckle. Her face was almost touching Lana's tits. But she was careful enough, and finally the bra was off, and the her hilltops were freed. Once again, Gretchen had to take a second to marvel at them, before she quickly removed herself off the bed. She turned to me, hoping for approval.

I walked up to her, and once again patted her head like a puppy. "Good work, Gretchie. You can sit down now."

I pointed towards a small chair that was next to the bed. Gretchen surely wanted to leave by now, but she knew in her heart it wouldn't be that easy. And being patted in the head by me... She sort of looked like she enjoyed that a little?

That's half of the reason I brought her. I wanted to take her points further by making her do stuff with Lana. But Lana was still my main focus. And it was truly the time to start breaking her.

I took out a vibrating dildo from my backpack. Once again, Lana started shouting something indecipherable.

I touched her exposed clit with my pinky finger. She shivered. Her lips were still glistening. I put my middle finger a little deeper. She moaned a little, still trying to fight back. When I took my finger out, it was quite wet with her juices.

"She's ready, right, Gretchie-slut?"

Gretchen just nodded meekly, not wanting to look at the scene.

"How can you be so sure? Taste it for certainty."

I brought my glistening finger to Gretchen's face. Gretchen was looking for escape. There was none. Just Lana's stunned face, as she took a small lick of my finger. (GRETCHEN: +2SP) (+74SP)

"Y-yes."

"Yes what, slut?"

"Yes. She's ready."

I smiled, and started penetrating her with the dildo. Lana fought back and moaned. Her moaning got even louder, once the dildo was all in, and I turned it on. Now she was struggling against the ropes, not to escape, but because of unavoidable pleasure. Watching that was fun.

"Alright, Gretch. I'm a bit hungry. I'm going to take like a half hour for a lunch break. Your job is to keep watching her. And if the dildo falls out, put it back in."

Gretchen really, really wanted to disagree. But couldn't say anything. Except nod. (GRETCHEN: +2SP) (+76SP)

I was happy enough and left the girls in the bedroom, getting to know each other more intimately.

Lana's fridge was stock full of stuff. But I soon found out it was all some vegetarian healthy crap. Not my kinda stuff. But I did my best. I was actually hungry. And the sounds of Lana's moans and struggles from the bedroom just made me more hungrier. Half an hour probably wasn't that effective on most people, but Lana was orgasm locked. She was getting more and more frustrated by the second. And when I would tell her only I can release her? Oh boy.

Suddenly, the sound changed. Less moan and struggle. The vibrating was louder. It had dropped out.

I listened carefully, what would happen next. Thirty seconds later...

(GRETCHEN: +2SP) (+78SP)

The moaning and struggling was back on. Damn. Wish I would have seen that. Well, we'll have plenty of Kodak moments left.