Captive Audience

Ulla stared at my dick like it was an alien creature to her.

Considering this was only the second time in her life she was seeing a man’s penis so close… I could forgive her for that.

Had she forgotten all about how it tasted?

How I exploded into her mouth that lovely day, one week ago?

I’m sure, deep down… she was still savoring that salty, humiliating flavor…

Henrika’s eyes were glued to my dick also. I wonder if she was actually bi. Something gave me that impression.

Perhaps it was the way her eyes followed every movement of little Jack, like she was hypnotized or something.

Right now… I was sort of just enjoying the moment. I had my dick out in a lesbian couple’s house. Flailing it about without a care in the world. And neither one had the guts to complain.

There was something truly nice about that.

“Ulla… Here’s the thing. Those plus and minus points… I wasn’t counting them anyway. I have no idea what your current score is. But. I know it’s pretty bad. So. I’ll simplify things. Do everything I order you to do here, in this house, and you’ll get to keep your job. Disobey me even once… and you’re fired. Deal?”

Ulla grabbed the both sides of her temples, and closed her eyes. She really needed to contemplate this. Hard.

“N-No! How d-dare you!” Henrika suddenly shouted. “We don’t need- your st-stinkin’ job! Listen, Ulla! Darling! We’ll get by… like… somehow! We’ll… sell my paintings!”

I chuckled. I know, pretty cruel. That got me some nasty stares.

At least I didn’t have to pretend anymore that her lazy doodlings had any artistic value to them. Just seeing them hanging in the living room was giving me a headache.

But… I did enjoy the choice she just gave Ulla. I could use this.

“She makes a good point, Ulla. I bet this fancy apartment has quite the rent. But with her marvelous paintings… I’m absolutely sure neither of you will end up on the streets. And if you do… hey, it’s still summer at least. For a few more weeks. I hear winter could be nastier, though.”

Ulla couldn’t look Henrika in the eyes. Henrika was pouting at me furiously, practically stomping her feet like a little child. She was about to shout again before I interrupted her.

“So Ulla, if you believe in your wife’s paintings that much… I’ll take my leave. I’ll never bother the two of you again. If not… I want you to kneel. In front of me, like a good little employee. I’ll give you five seconds to decide.”

“FUCK YOU!” Henrika shouted.

“5… 4…”

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF… OUR APARTMENT.. YOU, YOU-“

“3… 2…”

“YOU ASSHO-“

Henrika couldn’t finish her shout.

Her eyes caught a sight of something completely unbelievable.

Her proud feminist wife… was suddenly on her knees. (ULLA: +3SP) (+73SP)

She stared at her in disbelief.

“Ul… Ulla?” she quietly asked, in a lot more softer tone.

“I’m… sorry,” Ulla mumbled.

“Rule number one: No more apologizing. I don’t want to hear that shit. You chose this. Tell her that. Right now.” I commanded.

“I… I chose this,” she quietly added.

Henrika looked to her, to me, back to her, several times…

Her world was breaking apart. The woman was on the edge of her sanity.

“I’m… I hav- I think I have to… go…”

Henrika took a few staggering steps towards the front door.

“No.” She stopped, and looked at me. ”Take a seat. You’ll be watching the show.”

They both looked at me now. Henrika with increasing terror, Ulla pleading me to reconsider.

“W-What? I- I’m not a part of this!”

“Yes you are. And I hate to repeat this, but if you don’t obey me… I will fire Ulla. So if you’re prepared to live with that on your conscience…”

After that, Henrika and Ulla looked at each other for a long time. In silence.

“Is… is it really… worth it?” Henrika finally asked, with tears welling up in her eyes. “I… I’m sure, that once my art career gets going… we’ll… we’ll be able to keep this lifestyle, and-”

Ulla wasn’t welling up like her wife was.

“Just… sit down. And stop bawling. I’m…. I’m the breadwinner here, and this is what a breadwinner has to do sometimes. Okay?” Ulla grabbed Henrika’s hand. “Your face… it’s too pretty for a life on the streets” Ulla said, trying to sound tough and determined.

Henrika nodded, wiping away her tears. (HENRIKA: +8SP) (-1SP)

Huh. Based on those points… I guess she decided to stay after all.

Aww, how sweet.

Then again, not really.

Neither of them said that they’d be happy as long as they just had each other. Nope. They were addicted to this good lifestyle, and were about to make a morally reprehensible deal just to keep it.

Yeah okay I was forcing them to do that, and blaming them for not being ideologically perfect… But that was what Ulla did everyday. Cutting people down from her high horse… even though she was the same material junkie like the rest of us.

I clapped my hands. Both women shook.

I opened my backpack, and took out a pair of handcuffs, a rope and a piece of white cloth.

I threw them at Ulla’s feet. She looked at the objects with disgust.

“This is a job for you, Ulla. I want you tie and gag Henrika to that chair there.”

Both of them gasped a little.

“I want to make sure Henrika will be paying very close attention to the show.”

“You- You can’t-“ Henrika stuttered.

“Zip. Those are your final words for today. Got it? Not one more word from your mouth. Nod if you got it.”

Henrika almost shook with anger, but Ulla lovingly caressed her hand, calming her down.

Finally, she nodded. (HENRIKA: +5SP) (+4SP)

“Good. Get to work.”

“But… boss, I’ve never-“

“I’ll instruct you. Get to it.”

Ulla took a deep breath and picked up the tools from the ground. (ULLA: +6SP) (+79SP)

Once Ulla got up, she and her wife shared a tender moment, and she gave Henrika’s cheek a small kiss.

“Stop that!” I shouted. “You only follow my orders now! No more independent actions from you, bunnybitch! Got it?”

Henrika and Ulla shared a deep look between them, before Ulla turned to me.

Ulla stared at me with steely determination.

“Promise to me you will not touch her,” she said with her old, demanding tone.

She expected me to just agree.

Fuck that.

I stared her back. Unmoved.

Silence.

Her confidence was beginning to shake. She was starting to fidget. The calmness was replaced by uncertainty.

She was in no condition to play poker like this.

It was clear I wasn’t going to budge on this issue. She needed to soften her “demand”.

“…please?” she finally squealed, destroying all illusions that she still had some power left.

“If you satisfy my needs… I won’t have to.”

Ulla sighed… and then grabbed her wife’s wrist.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered in Henrika’s ear.

Then she clamped the cuffs on her.

Fifteen minutes later…

The deed was done.

Ulla actually managed to build something useful in this world.

…Well, to be honest, this was more like my handiwork. I was the one who spent countless nights learning how to do proper bdsm-ropings, and now I just directed Ulla to do them exactly the way I wanted to.

She was more like my puppet.

Naturally, stripping Henrika to her bras and panties had been an important part of the operation.

Why?

Because I needed to see the rope really cut into her skin. I needed to see that it was on tight.

…Well, okay fine. I think everyone here knew the real reason for this.

It was just an excuse to see more skin.

I could’ve pushed Henrika to be fully nude… But there was no need to hurry. Besides… it’s not like I could just do ANYTHING I wanted. There was always a limit. And if I asked too much… living on the streets could be preferable.

But there she was. And the rope was tight. I could see little red marks all over her skin already. Those would be with her for a while.

I made sure Ulla tightened those real good… No matter how many times Henrika moaned.

The chair was pointed straight at me and Ulla. Yeah, sure, she could always turn her head and close her eyes…

But I’d make sure she saw the important parts anyway.

She was breathing roughly against the cloth.

“Are you all comfy now?”

“mmmfmffmfmm-“

“I thought I told you keep your mouth shut for the rest of the day.”

After that… even her muffling quieted.

All she could was stare at me menacingly. And she was bad at that too.

Her body sure did look… tight and lean… A part of me just wanted to play with her… Flick her nipples, tickle her clit all the way to an orgasm…

But then there was Ulla. The sexy, arrogant bitch who was completely mine now.

She twitched nervously as my focus left her wife and returned to her.

I was going to enjoy this as much as humanly possible.

“Do you guys have any oil? Or grease? In the kitchen?”

She blinked a few times, probably figuring out the intention of my question.

“W-Well, I-I t-think we have… some… oil…”

“Good. Go fetch it. I want you to rub it all over your titties. Make them shiny and slippery.”

She physically gagged at the thought.

I could hear Henrika wince.

“After that… you are going to beg to give me the best, lubed-up titjob your sweet sweaterbunnies possibly can!”