Topless During a Rough Ride

Amanda stares at you, furious. She leans forward, and opens her mouth to speak her mind. Instead, what comes out is, "I'll go topless."

She blanches, a hand flying to her mouth. It can only stay there for a second, however, because it flies down to the hem of her crop top after that. She tried with all her might to stop her arms, but she shakily and haltingly draws the shirt over her head. The sound of **** panting fills the car, and it isn't from your dog.

Amanda yells, "Fuck!" Her hands have found her bra, and the only thing that her wriggling does is jiggle her moderately-sized bust once her boobs are freed from their compressing sports bra. The boobs are just big enough, you think, to be the one thing keeping her from a true runner's figure, though it isn't off-putting by any means.

She sits in your backseat, topless and panicked, then says, "What the hell did y-you do to me?"

Before you can respond, your sex **** leans back and whispers, "It's a power he has, those questions you answer seem to become real."

Amanda's eyes widen. It seems that she actually believes Taylor, but you suppose it's not unreasonable for her to after you just **** her top off and she watched what you did to Taylor, a person that is literally your ****.

She dives for the door, apparently planning on just jumping out of the car. You notice and quickly say, "Amanda, would you rather be frozen still or melded to your seat?"

Shit, you think that could go poorly.

Amanda stops, turning slowly back to, and softly says, "Still." Instantly her whole body relaxes. She slumps in her seat, her naked tits bouncing gently, and her head lolls to the side, her mouth hanging open.

Deciding to leave well enough alone for the moment when it comes to Amanda, you glance at Taylor. She shrinks from your gaze, and you say, "You know, ****, I don't appreciate it when you speak out of turn. You really shouldn't have told Amanda about my powers."

Taylor just plays with her collar, her eyes fixed on her naked, glistening thighs.

You place your hand on those thighs and squeeze, making her gasp. She looks out the window, biting her lip, and you say, "So, here's what we'll start with: would you rather edge yourself for the rest of the day or have the most powerful orgasm you can imagine right now?"

Taylor looks confused, but then her hands grasp her collar that prevents her from making too much sound and she flinches. After a short pause, she spits out, "Orgasm."

Immediately, her whole body tenses and her toes curl. She throws her head back while thrusting her hips into the empty air, squirting all over the seat and the floor. Although she tries to stay quiet, she finds herself letting out a strangled, loud BARK.

The shock courses through her already spasming body, adding pain to her pleasure. You roughly maul one of her tits with one hand, and she starts to alternate between screaming and barking, which only makes the shocks last longer. It becomes a loop that Taylor can't seem to get out of, her barks and screams adding to her pain and pleasure, and her pain and pleasure forcing her to bark and scream.

Eventually, her orgasm stops, and some of her muscles relax. Now, though, she doesn't get a distraction from the pain, and her body is hyper-sensitive.

With a sheer **** of will, she manages to get her barks low enough to not trigger the collar, and her shaking, battered body finally comes to a sweaty, messy rest. Her breaths come out in quick gasps, and you notice slight red marks on her neck where the collar rests.

Your hand that was mauling her tit slows down, and you gently massage her bust. She's so out of it that she barks softly and leans into your hand, **** for any form of comfort that she can find. When her hands reach up to hold your arm, you say, "I'm sorry about that ****, that looked intense. I have more planned for the future, of course-"

At that, Taylor barked, then enveloped your arm in her generous bust with a **** grip while she shook from the shock.

Once she calmed down again, you resumed your gentle rubbing and said, "As I was saying, more will come, but for now I think that a reward is in order." Taylor looks up at you, eyes hopeful, and you say, "So, would you rather have Amanda give you an incredibly relaxing, sensual massage until we get to our destination, or always feel at least some pleasure whenever you also feel pain?"