So I wouldn't have to sing this damned old song for you

The atmosphere in Dakota’s cell was gloomy and oppressive.

Of course, that wasn’t exactly new, or unusual. Dakota was used to that.

What she wasn’t used to was the good attitude of her guest, as the stringy-haired maid circled about with a jagged smile on her lips.

“Shishishishi,” Lynette hummed as she smoothed out the edges of the bright pink tablecloth- garishly out of place compared to the rest of the décor of the dungeon. It was resting over the table that she’d dragged down into the cell and assembled right in front of her mother, for no other reason than set dressing.

She really went the extra mile.

“Shall we have some tea, mommy? Shishishishi…” Lynette held up a chipped teapot made of white porcelain, with faded blue flowers. Just like the little plastic one that Dakota used to play with when she was a child.

At their “tea parties” alone in her bedroom.

“…Not thirsty,” Dakota muttered. She didn’t have the energy to engage with Lynette right now. Dealing with the doll girl… it was just… too much for her.

How could she face Lynette, given everything that had happened? She didn’t even bother trying at this point.

But Lynette didn’t seem upset by her mother’s lack of interest. She’d come to expect it by now.

“Shishishishi… mommy… I know what you’re doooo-iiiinnnggg,” Lynette sung, sashaying over to the wall her mother was chained to. “Trying to pretend like you don’t care… but you do, you do, you do, you do, I knoooowww you doooooo…”

She pushed a grungy finger against Dakota’s pale cheek insistently, over and over again. All the while, her dim blue eyes never left hers.

“You think that… you can be tough… and you can, I know you can, but… but, but, but, but… Lynette is always here for you, always. I will never let you go! No, no, no, no! In ten years, twenty years, a thousand years… you will always be Lynette’s mommy…”

She wrapped her arms around Dakota and hugged her tightly, resting her head on the other woman’s bosom. Her gesture was so soft and tender… it honestly seemed like the sort of hug that a girl would give to her mother. The affection and love that Lynette was expressing…

Anyone else might have appreciated it, under different circumstances. But Dakota was not “anyone else” and these were most certainly not different circumstances.

“Shishishishi…” Lynette didn’t care that her mother couldn’t return the hug. Because in her twisted mind, none of that mattered.

Dakota was hers now. Her mommy was right where she was supposed to be. And they were going to have a tea party.

Just like mommies were supposed to have with their daughters.

“I know it’s hard, mommy,” Lynette purred, rubbing her cheek against Dakota’s chest. “Being down here with just me. But you’ll get used to it… you will, you will, you will, you will. Because soon, soon, soon, soon, Nick will be gone… and it will be just you, and me, together forever.”

“And Echo,” Dakota said coldly. “Have we forgotten about her already?”

Lynette let go of her mother and looked up at Dakota. She stepped back, not taking her cold eyes off the other woman.

“I don’t care about her,” she said bluntly. “She is just to fill in for you. Once you’ve finished your time-out, she’ll be gone, and then you and I can be together… forever!” She clasped her cheeks and giggled excitedly, envisioning the perfect future for the both of them. Dakota as the host, running the seasons like she was supposed to, and Lynette as her dutiful and loving assistant.

“Shishishishi!” It was utter bliss.

There was just one problem.

“Quite bold, saying that out loud,” a voice called from behind the doll girl.

Lynette’s smile disappeared and she turned around to look coldly at the woman standing in the doorway of the cell, leaning against the iron grate.

Echo wasn’t smiling, either.

The two women stared at each other in silence for a moment before Echo stepped into the room, tapping her cane on the stone floor as she did.

“Not even going to deny it, eh?” As Echo got closer to the doll girl, her face slowly did turn into a smile. She narrowed her cold eyes. “That’s fine. I like it when people are honest with me.”

She leaned in, and stared deeply into Lynette’s empty eyes.

“Oh, yes, I like it quite a lot…”

Lynette smiled herself. She ticked her head to the side and started giggling. “Shishishishi! Lynette can SEE that you’re mad… shishishishi! But Lynette does not care. Because Lynette has her mommy! And you can’t do anything to Lynette’s mommy!”

“So,” Echo said, crossing her arms over her chest, “I bring you in, and this is how you choose to repay me, hmm? With treachery?”

Lynette blinked. Then she shrugged. “Yes,” she replied bluntly. “Is Lynette supposed to feel bad about that? Because she doesn’t. Shishishishi!”

The two women exchanged fierce looks with one another while Dakota watched with muted disinterest, a helpless spectator of this aggravating little power play. To be frank, she honestly couldn’t care less who emerged victorious in this little struggle- it had absolutely nothing to do with her.

“…Well, good luck with that,” Echo said, turning and walking over to the table. “But if you’re going to get your ideal future, then you will still have to work with me, as I’m sure you’re aware. No matter how much that fact must drive you crazy.”

She picked a cup of tea off the tablecloth and took a sip. “…Dull and flavorless,” she coldly critiqued the doll girl’s poor imitation of genuine tea. “But I can tell… you really put your heart in it.”

It was strange. She should have been enraged that Lynette was plotting against her, but she wasn’t.

Echo understood what was driving the other girl. Her fixation on Dakota, and her love for her. And they were useful traits… for now, anyway.

But, at the moment, she had use for other things. Like Dakota herself.

Echo ignored the scowling doll, and turned the dollmaster instead.

“Dakota, Dakota, Dakota… what are we going to do with you?” She asked, as if Dakota’s mere existence was some massive problem that she didn’t know how to fix. She drummed her fingers thoughtfully against the head of the cane. “You know… it isn’t that I have a problem with keeping you down here forever, I just… don’t know. Nick certainly wouldn’t like it.”

“…I’ll bet,” Dakota brusquely replied, not taking her eyes off the smirking redhead. She wasn’t going to give Echo the satisfaction of allowing herself to be goaded or taunted, and she knew that was exactly what the other woman was aiming for.

“I think… I might let him have a bit of a reward,” Echo said. “So long as he complies. You remember his last reward, right? That sweet little letter he gave you? …What should I give him next? I could make a recording of you for him. Some sweet sounds of your voice, to fall asleep to? What do you think of that idea? Yes, your pained moans as I torture the life out of you… or afterlife, technically.”

“Yeah, somehow I doubt that’s going to work,” Dakota said sarcastically.

Lynette didn’t even bother standing up in Dakota’s defense. Even she could tell that Echo wasn’t being serious.

Echo’s smirk widened. “Or maybe I’ll let him cup a feel of one of these,” she said, poking Dakota’s tit with her cane. “Think he’d enjoy that? Ooh, I bet he would.”

Dakota shrugged as best she could with her hands shackled above her head. “Who knows?” She scoffed. “Definitely prefer it over your flat chest.”

“Shishishishi!” Lynette burst out laughing as a shadow passed over Echo’s face. But she held herself back and didn’t let Dakota’s taunting get to her.

“…Keep making jokes,” she murmured, narrowing her eyes dangerously. “Nothing you do… will make any difference. Do you understand me?”

She stepped forward and leaned in, glaring at Dakota.

“Nick will have to move things along. I’m going to see to that. And as for you… feel free to enjoy those small scraps of contact with him. As much as you can. Because before long… I’m going to break you. Look forward to it.”

A smile crossed Dakota’s face for the first time all evening.

“Oh, honey,” she crooned, shaking her head. “I was broken a long time ago.”

While Dakota and Echo were measuring their metaphorical dicks, a very real dick was thrusting in and out of a girl who looked too small to take it, but definitely was not.

In fact, it was all Dawn could think about at the moment.

So good…! She thought as she felt Nick thrust inside of her. It feels so good!

Every touch was electricity to her. His hands on her body, touching her, playing with her, showing her what pleasure was like… Dawn felt his grasp on her hips, and she bucked her hips back into him, feeling the utter delight of his penis touching every sensitive spot inside of her at once as he rammed himself down to the hilt.

She wished she could let him know how amazing it felt, to be touched like this, to be subjected to this kind of pleasure. But right now, her mouth was otherwise occupied. Every moan she made was smothered by the moist walls of the woman in front of her, and as wonderful as it felt to eat Dani out, and as much as she was discovering about how much she enjoyed it, a part of her did wish that she could just scream out to Nick that she loved him.

Dawn’s brain was as blurry as her vision without her glasses. Dani’s vagina was a swamp of pleasant aromas and hot, sticking juices that she snuffled up like a pig at a trough. Every time she pressed against the sensitive buttons inside her depths, her efforts would be rewarded with a squirt of pleasure from the woman in question, and the scent of her pheromones…

“OOOHhmmmmnnffffff!” Dawn moaned into Dani’s crotch, twitching and trembling and shaking like a leaf. “Oooghghnnmmmm!”

Another orgasm. Was it from the rush of heady pleasure that came from Dani’s fluids, or was it from the feeling of Nick’s coring her out and showing her just how much love she was entitled to receive from him?

Honestly… she didn’t know.

But she adored it.

“Yesshm!” She moaned into Dani’s nether region. “Mrroorrreee!” Her words were incomprehensible, but they didn’t need to be. The deeper meaning was conveyed to her two partners quite well.

Dani clasped her fingers down on Dawn’s ears and pulled her deeper into her depths, while Nick thrust even further into her, driving himself towards that inevitable climax.

She came again, and felt him prepare to cum as well. The telltale throbbing from the hot rod of solid pleasure beating inside of her was a sign she knew, and her sensitive walls coiled around him, signaling that she was ready as she squirted her brains out all over his cock.

He pulled out of her and she moaned again, her eyes rolling back from the pleasure of him removing himself from her depths. She barely even noticed him squirting out on her back.

“Fuck! Dawn!” Nick groaned, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of her. It was a strange feeling, having sex with Dawn while she was eating Dani out. It wasn’t like he expected her to be slavishly devoted to him or something like that- she was an independent woman who could seek her own pleasure, and always deigned to do so.

It was just… unusual.

Seeing how hungrily Dawn was going at the other girl, even if Dani was holding her head in place, it was very intriguing. She was definitely enjoying herself more than he expected her to, and hearing the passionate moans escaping from her lips, mixing together with the sound of Dani’s folds…

Nick would be lucky if he could hold on through all the pleasure his body was being subjected to. He’d put things off for so long already… would he be able to last?

“Dawn, you’re so hot,” he hissed, thrusting even harder. He angled his hips to shift the direction of his cock slightly, pressing against her g-spot from a different angle.

She bucked and let out a yowl, and her walls clamped down even tighter.

One of the things he loved about having sex with Dawn was how well her body responded to just about everything he did. No matter how he pushed into her, she loved it. Her walls were so tight and slick and loving, it felt like she was licking him all over whenever he pushed inside. He could feel how much she wanted him with every thrust, which just made him want her even more.

Nick rolled his hands up and down the soft, slick flesh of his lover, caressing her hips and buttocks affectionately. Dawn felt so soft and delicate in his hands, and yet the force he was pushing into her with reminded him that she was anything but.

She could take everything he had to give her, and not only that- she wanted it. Every thrust he pushed inside her, she responded with passionate relief, pushing back on him and moaning in ecstasy. It was more than he could take after all the buildup, and he wished that he had the energy to keep going a hundred more times.

He was already nearing the end.

“Fuck!” He grunted. “I’m cumming!” As much as it pained him to tug his cock out of her spasming depths as he felt her orgasming over him, he did so. Once he was freed, he let his body relax and emptied himself out over her back, splashing her tail as well.

She moaned in response. A moan of gratitude. It brought a dopy smile to his lips. As Nick bathed in the relief of his post-sex high, it completely slipped his mind that he had just gone will like that right in front of Cinder, who had been watching the entire thing with rapt attention.

Unlike Nick, Dani had not forgotten about Cinder’s presence for a single second.

…Well, that wasn’t quite true. There were quite a few times where Dawn’s tongue found a particularly sensitive cluster of nerves at just the right moment when her walls were contracting, and the resulting orgasm blew all thoughts out of her mind.

But unfailingly, as she returned to her senses and came back down to earth, her eyes would lock on to the latina kneeling beside them on the bed, amber eyes peeled open widely, and feel a strange stirring of discontent in her chest.

She shouldn’t be worried, upset, or sensitive about all of this, right? There was no merit in that. But watching Cinder watching Dawn and Nick make love, while she was receiving some of the best oral sex of her life… it just felt…

Strange.

Dani was just as much a part of what was happening here as Nick and Dawn were. In fact, you could say that she was getting the best part of the deal. She just got to lie back and guide Dawn’s head while the cat girl ate her out, and didn’t need to worry about giving pleasure to anyone herself, even if she was perfectly fine with doing that.

But for some reason, Cinder wasn’t even looking at her. She was only paying attention to Nick and Dawn and their coupling.

Well…

Dani knew the reason. It was obvious, just by looking at where the other girl’s eyes were turned. She wasn’t just watching the two of them have sex. She was focusing on one very specific part of the sex, in rapt amazement.

Cinder’s eyes never left Nick’s cock as it thrust into and out of his partner. She was staring at it with a hunger that left Dani unnerved, and it wasn’t until Nick signaled his incoming orgasm and pulled out of the other girl, spraying his semen all over Dawn’s back, that the spell seemed to be broken, and Cinder returned to her senses.

As Dani came down from her own orgasm she watched the other girl warily, hoping that Cinder wouldn’t lose her cool. That was the last thing she needed right now.

Cinder had nothing to say.

There were certainly things she considered saying, criticisms and scornful words she was prepared to fling at the copulating couple once everything was said and done, about how angry she was that they’d had sex, but…

None of it passed her lips.

She had been the one to instigate this, after all. So… why did it upset her? What was she frustrated by here?

Was she mad that they’d enjoyed themselves?

That would mean she was a terribly petty bitch.

Was she mad that they’d made her watch?

…But they hadn’t, she could have left at any time.

Was she mad that she hadn’t achieved enough orgasms herself, to break the collar?

Well, yes, she was, but that had nothing to do with either of them.

Cinder couldn’t identify a single actual cause for her feelings of anger and agitation. She just couldn’t. Nothing she thought about could properly explain why she was seething with frustration and anger towards Nick and Dawn.

Nothing except…

Maybe…

…Was she mad that they had forgotten about her? That they had pleasured each other so thoroughly, and she had been left by the wayside?

No.

Cinder couldn’t accept that.

Accepting that would mean that she wished that she could join in and have sex with Nick as well. And she wasn’t ready to embrace that fact.

She wasn’t!

Because… because that would mean…

“No!” Cinder exclaimed furiously, fiddling with her vagina. Her lower lips were on fire. They were plump and engorged from the repeated orgasms she’d been forced to endure all day, and it felt like her body couldn’t cum again even if she wanted it to.

But her hands refused to listen. They were controlling her more than her own brain was at this point, and they were determined to bring her the rest of the way. The orgasm that she’d been on the brink of achieving… it promised to be better than anything she’d had before!

Why did they have to finish now, of all times!? She was so close! So close to… to perfection, and they just couldn’t last!

A primal scream of sexual frustration erupted from deep in her throat, and her body spasmed in furious denial as she slammed her hips up and down on the bed. Nick, Dawn, and even Dani all looked shakily at her.

They were staring at her, while she was playing with herself.

Making a fool of herself.

Tears started welling up in her eyes. “Stop it!” Cinder shouted as her hands sped up even faster. “Stop looking at meeeee!”

The shame was too much for her. She went careening over the edge, and sprayed her juices all across the bedspread as her eyes rolled up into her skull. It was the best orgasm she’d ever had, overwriting every other time she’d cum today. As pleasure sparked off in her brain, the last thought she consciously remembered was imagining that, instead of shamefully touching herself, it had been Nick touching her. Playing with her. Pushing inside of her.

That thought set off another orgasm, and she promptly flopped onto the bed, unconscious.

Masturbated in front of the Master! +2 VP