by Jen Eastwood
Elena looked at me, giddy about it now. She lowered herself, the pussy I'd stolen from the reverend hovering above Brooke's face. Elena reapplied the wand and dropped the last bit.
Make her come when you do, or you're going with us when we ditch this place. I took a seat on the couch, my arms spread against the top of the back cushions. The only thing that would have made the show better would have been a cold beer and some buddies to watch with me.
But spectating wasn't my purpose. I waited until the stimulation got to a level I thought matched the paper's description. Elena and Brooke gasped as I heard the wand ramp up to setting three.
“I've got some instructions you'll follow when you leave here.”
Their bodies almost melted together, skin getting pinker.
“Abandon the church and leave GeneFactor alone.”
Elena's head rolled on her shoulders as she gripped Brooke's left thigh with her free hand. I barely heard the lapping sound between Elena's thighs over the dull buzz. She cranked it to level four.
“In fact, I want you to investigate Reverend Boyce.” I bent an elbow and inched a finger toward my lips. This was going lightyears past hot. “Your new mission in life is to bring him down in flames.”
Number five.
“Start with any connection you know of with city officials. Don't stop until he's broke and in jail.”
Brooke writhed as much as she could. She was keeping pace with Elena, the slow ramp-up torturing both of them.
“And now about you.”
Six pushed against her boundary.
“After tonight, you'll be the biggest slut you know.”
The seventh notch had my cock throbbing.
“Nobody and no act is too low for you. And you'll fucking love it.” My parting gift to the city I'd grown up in.
Elena started moaning hard, forcing the head against Brooke's panties like she was trying to put it inside her as eight hit.
“But you'll have to slow down after a month or two.” I leaned in. “For about a year. You'll know why by the time we're done with you.”
Number nine had Brooke fighting against her restraints. She screamed along with Elena, my personal playmate's cunt muffling her voice.
“In fact, keep it low profile with your family members, especially the new ones.”
The highest setting roared between Brooke's thighs. Both of them wailed and tensed up. Their bodies quivered like tuning forks.
“Now, come your brains out, both of you.”
Oh, what a glorious sight to behold. Elena knew how I expressed mercy when I edged her with that thing. She dropped it on the floor, leaving Mr. Shaky to skitter in random directions, as her entire body rocked.
Brooke fought against the straps even more, climaxing like she had been possessed by the coolest demon ever. Their bodies rocked together, blushing all over.
I unzipped my pants, letting my cock out before it popped the button right off the damn things. I stood up and patted Elena on the shoulder as her tremors subsided a little. “Did you like it?”
She didn't say a word. The second she looked at me, her lips pursed around my shaft in gratitude. Her hips ground against Brooke, pleading for her to start again as she took me in to the hilt.
“Easy, champ.” I caressed her cheek and brushed the drying hair out of her face. “You know I've got a job to do here.” My dick popped out of her mouth, bobbing up and down from how fast she backed away.
Her voice was uneven with the echos of climax. “You mean, with her?”
“She fits the profile you read about, just like you.”
Elena slid to the floor on the other side of Brooke. She had her legs splayed out, sitting frog-style. Her bottom lip stuck out as her head dropped. “But I want it.”
“I'm saving you...” I searched my brain for a plan that didn't exist. I came up with nothing.
“For marriage.” She looked back up and cocked her head to the side, smiling with her perfect teeth.
Whoa there! But if I told her otherwise, the split in her heart would have broken the poor girl in two. I tried pulling any response out of my mind like I was wringing a washcloth.
“I knew it, that's why you won't have a baby with me yet.”
Enough of the spell had worn off on Brooke from all that reprogramming. “You sick fuck.” She still had her attitude and opinion of me intact.
Elena stared at Brooke, and then back at me. The questions in her mind roiled like waves against a rocky beach.
It's fine, I promised Elena, she wants this too, but she's not special to me like you are. Really, Elena just had nowhere else to go other than with me. What the fuck have I just done? Still, she fit what I would have wanted like a perfectly machined screw.
“See, I told you he's good to me.”
Brooke rolled her eyes, stopping when they met me. “Well, what are you waiting for?” One corner of her mouth lifted and her eyebrows lowered. “I guess I found out what GeneFactor does.”
“You got it.” I unbuttoned my pants and stepped out of my shoes. As I lifted my shirt over my head, I added, “But you don't know why they chose me.”
“Highest bidder is my guess.” Brooke had stopped pulling against the straps.
“They tested a lot of guys to find someone with no genetic markers for disease, and a baseline of mental and physical traits they still won't share with me.” I pulled the socks off my feet and stood to drop my boxers. “I ended up being the lucky bastard.”
Elena cut in. “It would have made me really mad a week ago,” she clasped her hands between her breasts, “but I think it's an honor to be the one he's saving for himself.”
“For some reason, I want to do what you told me to,” Brooke stared daggers at me as I ripped the velcro from around an ankle, “but if you hurt her, I'll go after you even harder than Boyce.”
I knew she meant every word. Hell, I downright respected her for that. “Fair enough.”
“I'm serious, don't even think about it.”
It hadn't even crossed my mind. “Trust me, when I'm ready to settle down,” I looked at Elena's beaming smile and felt something click into place inside my head, “I couldn't find a better girl to join me.” Hey, it was an honest statement.
Brooke looked back at me as I got behind her to free her wrists. “The fact that you looked her in the eyes when you said it,” the strap marks were deep on her, “tells me you're not lying.” She leaned up as soon as I freed her completely. “A reporter can smell bullshit, and Travis's sermon did piss me off, as Elena's friend.”
“You're not half-bad.” All three of us stood, but I didn't plan on staying vertical long. I looked at Elena, “There's duct tape in the junk drawer. Far left one in the kitchen. Can you get it for me?”
She was perky and enthusiastic as always. “Uh-huh!”
“You know,” Brooke stepped a little closer, “I never thought I'd see her this happy away from Travis.” Brooke put her fingers in the waistband of her panties, sliding them to mid-thigh until they dropped on their own. “He was the center of her universe ever since her family joined Unity Baptist five years ago.”
I felt like something about that church preached cleanliness in a way that heavily implied a daily shave. My voice barely registered, even to me, as I leaned into Brooke's ear. “So he went after her when she was pretty young.”
“Yeah,” Brooke cupped a hand around my ear, “the deacons weren't too fond of how close she was to him.” Her voice got even lower, “Until she turned eighteen, and then it was like an eleventh Commandment to them.”
“That would have made for one hell of a scandal.” I saw Elena grab the roll of tape. “Don't drag her into it when you take Boyce down, alright?”
“Do you really think I would? She's the only truly innocent person I've ever met,” Brooke stuck her hands on her bare hips, “until she ran into you.”
I gave Brooke a playful shove into the couch. The way she crashed backward, begging me to go down with her had m
e beyond ready to go. “You're doing this of your own free will at this point.”
“Maybe.”
Elena got back to us, sitting the tape on the ottoman and looking down at her friend. “Should I watch?”
“For now, but you still owe me a time out.”
It was the fakest frown I'd ever seen. “But I wanna help.”
Really? “Alright, but you can't get too jealous.”
“What should I do?”
Holy fuck, I should have figured it'd fry her brain. “Do that thing I like.”
“Which one?”
It was a great question. “You know,” I tried to narrow it down to a single option, “the one where you play with yourself until I give up and take over.” Elena had tempted me into plowing her using that tactic earlier in the day.
She leaned over and picked up the wand. “Can I use this?”
Fuck, yes! I grinned as I put my knees between Brooke's legs on the couch. “Knock yourself out.”
“What have you done to her, exactly?” Brooke grabbed my waist and pulled me down to her. “You don't have her wrapped around your finger,” Brooke arched her back as her hips inched toward my tip, “she's wrapped around your prick.”
Brooke didn't need the whole story. “I set her free, and that's all I can say.”
Elena crashed into the sofa chair, ready to go at herself with the wand. She looked at me as I inched my shaft to Brooke's slit. Our little blonde spectator buzzed the wand back to life, rocking her head back as soon as it made contact with her.
My cock dove right in, pushing into Brooke like she had invited me. Her cunt was almost too ready. “Take your bra off.”
“Why?”
A little weird she's defensive about leaving that on. “Don't ask. Do it already.”
She let it drop on the floor beside us. I looked at Elena. “Hand it to me.” My tip pushed hard against Brooke's depths, making sure she wouldn't try anything.
She kept the toy against her clit as she slid down the chair, just within reach of it. Elena picked it up by the padding. “Grant, there's something hard in the cup.”
I opened my hand toward her. “Come on, now.”
Brooke gave one last attempt at hiding something, bracing her hands and pushing against my chest. It led me even deeper, the full limit of her slit matching my length.
I wrapped one arm around Brooke's waist and used the other to catch the bra. I delved into the fabric, feeling a solid line of under the stitching. “Elena, get a knife and cut this thing open.” The little bitch...
Brooke shot her head back at Elena. “I hid a wire in it, if that's what you're wondering.” She gazed back at me. “What? That bra's expensive.”
I gave her a punishing thrust. “So who's listening?”
“The cameraman.” Her eyes rolled back in her head a bit. “Mike, I know your jerking it in the van right now.”
“Elena, throw that thing in the bathroom and shut the door,” she was already turning to do it, “then come over here.” I pulled out of Brooke and sat up. “I knew you were keeping it on for a reason.”
“You know I don't plan on doing anything to help Boyce.”
I made sure Elena had gotten the wire out of audible range. “Offer that damn neckbeard a blowjob in exchange for letting you destroy everything you have on us or GeneFactor.”
“He wouldn't dream of turning it down.”
I pulled Brooke up with me and then grabbed the duct tape. Elena had just gotten back to us, standing right next to me. I gave her a quick pat on the ass, my hand lingering for a healthy grope. “Elena, do you know what the tape is for?” My plans for time out had changed.
“Because both of us have been bad?”
“That's right. I want both of you to stand right next to each other and face the wall.” The rip of tape coming off the roll filled the room as I sat down. I wrapped the first stretch against Elena's wrists.
She didn't try fighting back as I looped it around several times. Her fingers danced as she tried to keep from bouncing. I'd see to her too, but as I ripped the tape and made a few wraps between her wrists to keep it secure, she tried sitting in my lap.
“Elena, go sit in the chair again.”
Her shoulders dropped with her head. She turned to sit, looking at me like I had just pulled her heart out and thrown it in the trash. “But I want it.”
I'll have to give her a mascara-streaking fuck or seven after all this settles down. “Wait there.”
Brooke wasn't nearly as willing, putting a feeble effort into resisting. I popped a stinging handprint into her ass, settling her down just enough to keep me happy. I even used double the tape on her, just in case.
“Now, you sit down too.”
She crashed down next to me. “What kind of game is this?”
“Both of you want something, but only one of you can get it.”
Brooke leaned into my ear. “I know you're having fun by giving her hope, but that's just mean.”
I didn't bother making sure Elena couldn't hear me. “Maybe she'll end up winning.” I made sure I had locked eyes with Brooke. “You never know.”
She pouted a little and stopped acting like she didn't want it. “But you were inside me all of fifteen seconds.”
I ignored her, standing up and taking a few steps toward Elena. Picking the wand up out of the floor, I said, “If you last long enough, I might let you win.”
Her posture shot right up. “What do you mean?”
“You'll see.” I pushed her back and stuck the wand against her cunt. A few pieces of tape held it tight against her stomach and her pearl as I turned it all the way to ten. “Good luck.” A final piece went over her mouth as Elena whimpered and drew her knees against her breasts.
“You'll knock her out with that.” Brooke had stood back up, her hands still behind her back.
I stepped to the side and forced her against the arm of Elena's chair. Without saying a word, I got behind Brooke and took hold of her bonds like a handle. My tip prodded against her folds, ready to go.
Elena had curled all the way into a ball, Brooke's face against hers. She tried to scream through the tape, all to no avail.
If it gets to be too much for her, I'll step in. But I wanted to see how far Elena would go to get what she wanted more than anything. I knew it would make the time when I finally grant her wish all the better.
Brooke had tensed herself up, expecting me to rip against her any second. Her fingers tried wrapping around my forearms.
I slammed in like I was trying to spit-roast her. Both of them turned to whimpering messes as soon as I started the merciless fucking.
Her cunt took me in, trying to squeeze tight against my shaft and keep me in the furthest depths. I won out and slid back each time. Brooke was just too wet and I had ramped it up too hard, crashing my hips against her ass like I owned it. And at least for the moment, I did.
Elena was already at her limit, not knowing that she couldn't come until the vibrations stopped. Her toes and legs had curled as far as she could get them as she rolled onto her side. I watched her head shake, the tape holding back a racket that would have had the cops even sooner than Boyce's shitty move.
Brooke wasn't faring much better. I kept hold of the tape in one hand, grabbing a fistful of her long hair with the other. Her head jerked back as I pulled, using both grips to help me pay back all the hell she had caused so far.
I had both of them ready to climax as soon as the torture of too much pleasure stopped. It felt like I was taking all the air in the room into my lungs as I kept it up.
Brooke's fingernails dug into my wrists as I gave her my last reserve. Her cunt pulsed in tune with every ram and brutal draw. You wouldn't believe how wet and hot she felt, pinned against the chair and arched back as her friend's body shook below.
My cock pulled out of her with no warning. The cruelty of it came out as she screamed, “Fuck!” Brooke fell forward as I let go of her, face buried against Elena's side as her e
ntire body quaked. Her hands balled into fists against her back, Brooke screaming against Elena as she fought her own hopeless battle to climax.
I stood back and admired what I had just caused. My dick was still ready to go, but I knew Elena was getting close to physically breaking.
Brooke slid back down the arm of the sofa chair, ending up on her knees. Her ragged breath and the hair over her face was too much to resist. I grabbed the back of her head and jammed myself to the back of her throat.
She tried crying out as I gave her mouth just as much punishment. I gave it until I knew she had gotten the point. Brooke still owed me, even if she was on my side now.
It was time for Elena's punishment to hit. I pushed Brooke's forehead back, leaving her gasping as a line of spittle dribbled down her chin. Elena would get some amount of mercy, but Brooke still had it coming.
I bent over the chair and kissed Elena on the forehead. It felt way too hot against my lips. Putting my arms under her, I lifted her up and walked her over to the couch.
Her legs never straightened as I laid her down. I looked over at Brooke, “You gotta get over here and watch this.” I'm sure neither one of them could have imagined ever being in this situation together before they met me.
Brooke stood over Elena, right next to me. She was still panting as she said, “Holy shit.” Brooke took a few more breaths. “I cant even imagine how hard she'll come.”
I got on my knees, pointing my shaft toward her buzzing cunt. It took me in with greed, Elena mewling as I pushed as far into her as I could. I kept myself planted inside her, the inside so wet and ready it was like I had stuck my dick under a running faucet.
Forcing Elena's thighs apart was like spreading a bear trap. I pushed my shoulders between her calves and pulled the top layer of duct tape away. The wand stopped vibrating against her stomach as I freed that end of it, putting it all into her pussy instead of wasting some of the force against her torso.
“You ready to see some crazy shit?” I hadn't been this cruel with forcing an orgasm with any Prime Recipients so far. I pulled the strip from her mouth and then cradled Elena's jaw with one hand, watching her lips open as no sound came out. I started lifting one end of the last piece of tape with the other. I finally gave it a quick rip, freeing Elena from that electric motor hell.