Make her wait

John was going to fuck an alien. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. M’Ress looked enough like a teen-age girl that he found her a bit attractive. But the way everyone kept harping on the fact that she needed to be firmly secured before he dared get his dick wet in any of her openings was rather ego busting. She couldn't weigh much more than a hundred-pounds. Maybe a lot less considering her fur made her look a bit bigger than she really was. He was just under three hundred pounds, the last time he weighed himself. If anyone should be worried about being hurt if they had sex it should be the little cat-girl.

John kept that thought to himself. His mom was on the side of the safety first brigade and he had barely opened his mouth to protest the necessity when she’d given him the look. Even when they’d been living a free-use lifestyle that look had been enough to make him back down. Though to his mom’s credit she’d never used her power on him when they’d been home alone. No matter how busy or distracted she was at the time she had stuck to verbal protests whenever John had decided he needed to drain his balls. Those protests had been a big part of the game, and John had a sneaking suspicion it was why he found Natalia so irresistible. The girl never stopped protesting.

With Betty leading the way, and M’Ress following eagerly behind her, they’d walked down a small flight of stairs leading off of the medical clinic. At the end of them was a large room with a twenty foot ceiling that was criss-crossed with either heavy wooden beams or good imitations. John could just make out what looked like some sort of hoist system in the shadows. Likely useful for moving around the massive pieces of furniture that decorated the room.

It really was a dungeon, of sorts. John didn’t know why he was surprised. The mansion was like some sort of bizarre porn fun house. Why wouldn’t it have a dungeon? Mind you, it wasn’t a classic dungeon. No rough slimy stone work, no piles of dank straw, no massive chains with hand-forged shackles attached to the wall and designed to hold a person for the rest of their life, however long that might be.

Actually, the room looked nothing like a dungeon at first glance. It looked like a rich-man’s man cave. All dark paneling and plush upholstery. There were large luxurious leather sofas and overstuffed armchairs that looked like they’d been stolen from an English’s men’s club like the ones you saw on period TV shows and which were normally filled with napping old men sitting in front of a roaring fire with a newspaper draped over their face.

There were no fireplaces, but there were two massive big-screen TVs at either end of the three thousand sq/foot room, each with a cluster of theater quality chairs around them. John spotted the distinctive shape of several high end gaming systems as well as a serious stereo setup. There was a pool table off to one side, full sized. Dart boards and a large bar with two oversized fridges. He noticed that there was one thing missing. No clocks.

John could easily see himself spending entire weeks down here at a stretch as long as he had food and pussy.

But, while at first glance the room did not live up to its name, if you looked closely you started to notice little details. Like the bondage straps attached to strategice points on many of the chairs, and even the pool table. And then there was the huge leather x-frame in the middle of the room set on a heavy wooden base like a miniature stage. It was two-sided meaning two people at a time could be secured to it, and a small glass fronted display case attached to the same wooden base contained numerous devices, some of which he could figure out, and some of which he had no idea at all what they might be meant to do.

Betty walked over to the bar and picked up the most complicated universal remote John had ever seen. His inner man drooled at the sight and he had to fight down the urge to snatch it out of her grip so he could play with it.

“Let’s see now,” Betty murmured as she started scrolling through the options on the small LED screen. “Ah, here we are. She looked up at the ceiling as she clicked a button. There was a whirring sound and a cable with a heavy shackle spliced into the end began to lower from the darkness directly over the big x-frame. Betty hooked the shackle to the frame and used the remote to lift it up and to the side, leaving a good two hundred sq feet in the middle of the room empty.

“Give me a hand, John,” Betty ordered as much as asked. She turned and walked toward the side of the room, and John followed, his eyes locked on her plump bottom. He was really tempted to bend her over the arm of one of the sofas or armchairs that decorated the room, but he restrained himself. The catgirl already had a low opinion of his physical abilities, he didn’t want to give her more ammunition to look down on him by dumping a load into Betty. With his luck it would end up being his quota for the day.

Reaching the wall Betty reached out and twisted a pair of well concealed handles. John hadn’t even spotted them until she took hold of them. Twisting them she pulled open a pair of large double doors that were so finally made that the joints where they sat flush with the wall was nearly invisible. Which made what was on the other side of them so surprising.