The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth

Becca felt like she had ****. She told him everything. From how she had originally received the bimbo beam, to how Kennedy came to posses it, and how she'd ended up on her knees in front of him. When she was done he said nothing, but walked away and looked out the window.

Eventually he came back and grabbed Kennedy's phone. Then he look up at one of the bimbos, "Gag her and lock her to the bed. I've got to go have a chat with Kennedy. Feel free to play with her if you want."

Becca opened her mouth to protest but someone shoved something inside, eww, was it panties? Hopefully they were clean...She tried spitting them out but then a piece of tape ended her chances. She was dragged by her septum over to the bed and tossed on top. The all three bimbos in the room attacked. She lost track of them, and time itself, as they toyed with her. They licked and kissed and teased her nipples. They kissed her neck, her face, even her mouth over the tape. They teased her legs, slide the crotch strap aside so they could run their fingers along her slit. Then they fingered her until she came, again, and again, and again. She wasn't sure if she was happy or upset that Kennedy had left her ability to orgasm on.

Eventually they got bored, or maybe they were called away, Becca wasn't sure. In any case she was left alone, unable to do anything except lie there. She just suffered in her boredom and watched the sun get lower and lower in the window. She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew there was suddenly a bright light overhead. She blinked and looked around, it was pitch black outside but Fawkes had just turned on the bedroom light.

He walked over to her and pulled the tape off her face. It hurt, but she was relieved to have it out. He then pulled the panties out and smiled at her, "Sleep well?"

"Fuck you." She spat at him.

Fawkes laughed, "I suppose I deserve that. So I've had a conversation with Kennedy, and I've been doing some thinking. I think you actually were honest with me earlier, that's a good thing. It helps build trust between us."

Becca shook in her bondage, "So free me? That would build trust too."

Fawkes laughed and shook his head, "Funny. Ok, so do you want to know what Kennedy and I talked about? Want to hear my plan?"

"Obviously..." Becca said.

"Alright, so here's what I'm thinking..."