It was another bright spring day as James and Bayonetta made their way up the long walkway to Jeanne’s estate. The compound was well fortified with a chain link fence, a brick wall, a guard station and several guard dogs. James couldn’t help but feel intimidated as they approached the gate in Bayonetta’s GTO, but the guards had waved them through as soon as they spotted her in the driver’s seat. The warm sun and the smell of freshly cut grass greeted them as they made their way up to what could only be called a mansion. It was a huge three story structure with tall, Victorian style windows. James wouldn’t even venture to guess what Jeanne did for a living, but it was obvious that she was doing very well for herself.
Bayonetta was dressed in one of her elaborate black leather bodysuits, as usual, which made James question what kind of “business” she could possibly be doing after she left. She certainly didn’t have time to go home and change since she had to be at the airport in less than an hour. James was dressed in the same casual wear that he had worn into the countryside the previous week and, of course, his purple leather “SLUT” collar which Bayonetta was using to tug him up the steps. As they approached the entrance of the ornate chateau, Jeanne didn’t even wait for them to reach the wrap-around porch. She burst out of the front door wearing a costume very similar to the one she had worn to Bayonetta’s apartment, only this time it was white leather instead of red. Her humongous cock hung from the only visible opening of the suit, bobbing between her legs as she came out to greet her guests. If James wasn’t already familiar with her temperament, he might have thought she was some kind of hung angel; a compelling contrast to the succubus image that his mistress maintained.
”It’s about time you got here! Did you sleep in again?”
Bayonetta crossed her arms, smiling wryly “Nice to see you too Jeanne.”
“Do you really have time for pleasantries? You have a flight to catch. And you…” she said walking directly up to James, her cock rubbing up against him “It is most definitely good to see you again!” Staring into his eyes, she stuck her arm out in Bayonetta’s direction, expecting the leash.
”First things first” Bayonetta interjected. She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to her. Jeanne scowled, unfolded the paper and quickly scanned its contents.
”List of restrictions…” Her eyebrows furrowed as she read down the list. “But that…! What?!? You might as well just write NO FUN!” she yelled, waving the paper through the air and glaring at Bayonetta.
”You agreed to abide by my rules, and those are the rules. I’m lending you a prized possession for the weekend. You have no right to be angry.”
Jeanne was fuming, but as her long, semi-flaccid cock rubbed up against James’ thighs her anger was replaced by anticipation. “Fine, whatever, I agree!” She held out her hand once more for the leash. Bayonetta handed it to her and Jeanne immediately slid behind James pressing her ample G cup breasts against his back and folding her arms around him. “Mmmmm... ready to spend a few nights with a real woman? You cute little whore…”
Bayonetta gracefully turned on her heel and placed her hands on her hips. “Slut, kiss me goodbye.” James quickly broke from Jeanne’s embrace, bent down and planted a hungry kiss on both of his mistress’ perfect, round ass cheeks. “Have fun you two” she chuckled as she sauntered down the walkway without looking back.
“Goodbye mistress. Have a safe trip!”
”Hmph!” Jeanne snorted as she yanked on James’ leash, pulling him back toward her. ‘How did I become friends with such a cocky bitch?’ As she watched Bayonetta make her way down the stone stairs she couldn’t resist a little verbal teasing. “Hey Cereza! Do you know any doctors that are good at fixing an anal prolapse? You might want to put one on speed dial! Your prize slave won’t be so tight when I’m done with him this weekend!”
Bayonetta just rolled her eyes as she made her way back to the car.
“Alright slut, you’re MINE. Let’s get inside. I’ve been dreaming about that wonderful throat of yours since our first get together.” She tugged his leash harshly, walking swiftly back to the entrance. As soon as they were inside and the door was shut, she grabbed him by the head and forced him to his knees. “Get to work, bitch.”
Her fat prick wasn’t even fully erect and it was already 15 inches long as James placed his mouth around the tip and began slowly pushing his face onto it. Jeanne’s large scrotum was swelling with seed and the hungry look in her eyes indicated that she’d been waiting for this moment all day. He swirled his tongue around the head and tenderly sucked the first 5 inches of her meaty pole.
”Oh fuck this” Jeanne said, grabbing his ears and spearing 10 inches of her weapon down his throat. James gagged as her cock plugged his mouth, unused to the extra girth that she had on Bayonetta. She began sawing her penis in and out of his face, inserting a little more of her fleshy member with each thrust. His throat stretched uncomfortably as he was re-introduced to her thick salami, his eyes beginning to water almost immediately. “Deep throat me bitch! I know you and Cereza like to get all lovey dovey, but this weekend you’re going to be treated like a slave should be treated. We don’t make love here, we have sex. More to the point, you GIVE pleasure and I TAKE it, as do all my friends. Believe me, they can’t wait to meet you.”
As the hallway filled with the sounds of gagging and slurping, a low cough suddenly spouted from the man who had been standing behind Jeanne for some time now. “I take it this is our guest for the weekend?”
Jeanne looked over her shoulder. “Oh, William… yes, this is our guest.” She continued to shaft his throat as if it were something you always did while having conversation with a third party. “William… James. James… you can’t see him right now, but William is my butler. William, go upstairs and get that bag of clothes I bought yesterday. Leave it in the main living room. Oh, and you may need to clean up here in a little while.”
”Of course, mistress” he responded before walking off to perform his duties.
“Ooooooh…” Jeanne moaned as she finally sank her cock to the hilt in James’ mouth. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the pleasure her 18 inches of fully engorged fuck meat were receiving from the slaves’ accommodating throat. She gripped the top of his head with one hand and his bottom jaw with the other, sliding 8 inches in and out at a medium pace as her heavy balls slapped his chin. “Yeah, just like that… Just a few more minutes and it’s feeding time sweetie.”
James gripped her leather pants, struggling to breathe and maintain his balance as she raped his mouth. She only pulled out far enough to give him fresh air every once in a while and as the minutes flew by, his face became increasingly red and dark as Jeanne became more flushed and needy. “YEAH, TAKE IT! TAKE MY COCK! Mmmm… you’re starving for my cum, aren’t you? Why else would you be sucking my fat dick? That’s good. Your drink dispenser is always ready to give you what you need. You just have to ASK. PROPERLY!” She emphasized the words with two especially hard thrusts and then began fucking his throat at full speed. She pistoned in and out of his mouth for a good 30 seconds before her climax arrived like a freight train off the tracks.
“AHHHHHHHHUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” She pulled his face into her soft, sweaty pubis and moaned loudly as the first volley of jizz sped through her cock and shot directly into his throat. “DRINK IT ALL YOU SLUT!” Blast after blast followed so quickly that James could feel the wave of cum rebound and spiral up his throat. Thick cream came spurting out around Jeanne’s cock, covering James’ face and splattering all over the hall floor. Jeanne shuddered in pleasure with weak knees and half open eyes, poking his face in an effort to deposit every last drop. “Drink it bitch… savor my spunk.... yesssss…” As she slowly emptied her balls in his mouth, she ran her fingers all over his face, massaging her thick paste into his skin while enjoying the afterglow of a wonderful orgasm.
Jeanne slowly pulled her thick tool from his throat, admiring the shiny cum and salvia drenched rod as it exited his mouth with a pop. James took deep breaths, trying to re-oxygenate his body as Jeanne hefted her slimy penis and wiped it all over his face. “That’s a good start slut. Not bad at all! Still, that will seem like a picnic compared to what you’re in for tomorrow night.” She gave his right cheek two wet pats with her hand before grabbing his leash. “Now follow me. We need to get you into some appropriate attire.”
As they walked into the maze that was Jeanne’s home, James already felt like he was lost. The mansion had enough space for ten families and there was modern art and artifacts from ancient cultures the world over adorning every wall and corner. “This is quite a home you have, Mistress Jeanne.”
”Isn’t it? I’ll give you the grand tour after we get you dolled up.”
Before long they arrived in a large living room filled with leather furniture. There was a fireplace against one wall and an expensive entertainment center against another. Sure enough, on one of the leather couches was a shopping bag which Jeanne grabbed. She began digging through the bag with a grin on her face. “I picked these up for you yesterday. Take off your clothes and shoes while I remove the tags.”
Jeanne began ripping the tags off and laying out her purchases as James kicked off his sneakers and disrobed. When he was stripped down to nothing but Bayonetta’s black silk panties, Jeanne immediately perked up. “Oooh, very nice! I bought you a pair just in case, but those will do fine!”
James examined the “garments” which she had laid out for him: two pink latex arm gloves, two pink latex leggings, one lacy pink braw and a pair of pink high heels. He was less than thrilled with her ***********ions, but on the other hand, it couldn’t be worse than his usual bondage suit.
”Don’t look at me like that. This is how sissy sluts dress and you’re going to be the star entertainment of my party tomorrow night! I had to guess your sizes, so they might be a little tight, but latex is more fun when it’s tight. Hurry up and get dressed slut!”
It took a while, but with some help from Jeanne he managed to pull the thick latex leggings up to his mid thighs and the rubbery arm gloves all the way past his elbows. His feet were painfully crammed into the high heels and the bra tightly fastened around his chest, completing the pink nightmare.
Jeanne stepped back to admire her work. “Mmmm, I like! If I had thought of it, I would’ve gotten you a wig too. Oh well, something to plan for next time. And now, for the finishing touches…” She opened a drawer in one of her end tables and pulled out a red lipstick and a red sharpie marker. Planting herself directly in front of James she took the lipstick and quickly gave his lips a thick red coating. She then took the red sharpie and wrote “CUM” on his right cheek and “DUMP” on his left cheek. Bending down she likewise wrote “SPERM” above his belly button and “TANK” directly below it.
“On the couch, face down.”
James obediently laid down and she straddled his legs, intent on finishing her work. Finally, in big red letters she wrote “JIZZ” on his left ass cheek and “CHUTE” on his right. She gave his ass a firm swat before standing up again. “If you were my slave this wouldn’t be marker, I would have a tattoo artist here tonight. If anything tragic ever befalls Cereza, I’m going to turn your body into my fucking canvas.”
James didn’t like the sound of that at all. So much, in fact, that he forgot where he was for a moment. “What?!? How would mistress dying leave me in your possession?” He pushed himself up and sat on the couch with a look of serious concern. “And what do you mean by ‘something tragic’ anyway?”
“Oh, you know… cancer, random shooting, getting hit by a bus. Happens all the time! It can happen to anyone. That’s all I meant.” The freakish smile on her face distracted James from the rigid palm that was moving towards his face like a jetliner making a landing. *SMACK* “And that’s for not addressing me properly! Do it again and I’ll step on your balls until you cry.” Jeanne shook her hand in the air. She had overdone it and even through her white leather glove that had stung her almost as much as it had his face. She refused to acknowledge the pain in front of her dolled up slave, though. “Now, let’s go see the rest of my wonderful estate!”
James was still seeing stars as she yanked him up by his leash and pulled him further into the lush mansion. They began stopping at each major room on the first floor and as Jeanne explained the features and function of each room she would have him suck her cock or lick her ass, quizzing him regularly to make sure he was paying attention. As they completed their tour of the first floor, James noticed one prominent door that they had not investigated. “Mistress Jeanne, if I may ask, where does that door lead?”
She suddenly looked very annoyed. “That goes down to my dungeon. There’s no point in going down there this weekend since my bitch of a friend has forbidden me from doing anything really interesting with you. Maybe next time slut…” James made a mental note to thank Mistress Bayonetta profusely later. “Now, on to the second floor…”
The sun had long since sunk below the horizon as they found themselves on the third floor approaching the master bedroom. It had been a long afternoon to evening and James was exhausted both by Jeanne’s personality and her sexual demands. However, as the double doors to her chamber opened, he was greeted with a surprise; or at least half a surprise. Her luxurious suite had all the accommodations you’d expect: a huge closet, an enormous canopy bed with silk sheets, a beautifully crafted vanity table with a huge mirror; it had the works. There were sex toys everywhere: dildos, whips, riding crops, gags, restraints, all the same sort of items that Bayonetta kept handy. What was surprising were the two corners of her room dedicated to art and inventing. There was a stack of paintings lined up next to her easel that showed remarkable talent. In the other corner of the room was a workbench with numerous projects frozen in mid progress. Sewing, woodworking, sculpting; it seemed that Jeanne did a little bit of everything. Her bedroom was a strange, but compelling vortex of sex and renaissance culture. It had taken long enough, but James had finally found something about her to like.
“We won’t be needing THIS tonight” she announced as she un-strapped the purple leather collar from his neck and tossed it aside along with the leash. “But we WILL be needing this.” She produced an odd looking collar of her own design, notable for the 4 metal rings that protruded from the top, bottom and sides. She fastened it snuggly around his neck and then slapped him on the ass. “You can use my bathroom over there. When you’re done come out and join me on the bed. I’m just going to slip out of this bodysuit. I love leather, but unlike your oddball mistress, I won’t sleep in it.”
James wasn’t sure what to say. He’d fully expected to be used as a human sex toy all weekend but he never imagined that he’d be sharing a bed with her. “Mistress Jeanne, you mean…. we’re going to sleep together?”
“Who said I was going to let you sleep?” She gave him a coy wink and started stripping out of her luxurious white leather.
James took his time in the bathroom, glad to have a few moments alone and even more glad to be able to relieve himself. He washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, trying in vain to get the taste of Jeanne’s sperm off his tongue. He walked back into the bedroom and there she was, kneeling on the giant bed wearing a strange harness of leather and rubber straps around her waist and ass. She was otherwise naked, her luscious breasts jutting from her upper body and her impossibly large penis protruding before her. An enormous cream colored rubber dildo and a black leather arm binder rested by her side. ”C’mere slut” she said, patting the bed in front of her. “That pink latex looks so good on you…”
James hesitantly climbed up on the bed and as soon as he did, she grabbed his head and mashed it into the soft covers. “Arms behind your back.” As he moved to comply, Jeanne wasted no time sliding the long leather arm binder up his forearms and past his elbows, lacing it up with practiced efficiency. She then grabbed him by the chin, pulled his head up from the covers and with her other hand she held the giant, smooth, cream colored phallus before his eyes.
“Look familiar? That’s because it was created from a mold of my own cock. All 18 inches and every detail are nearly identical to the real thing. I’ve ordered four dozen of them to start and I’m working on a marketing campaign to make a fortune with these babies. This one is going to be your personal souvenir. Tonight, however, it’s going to stretch you out and prepare you for the festivities tomorrow.”
With that, she snaked around his side and began inserting the gargantuan rubber monster into his ass inch by inch. James began moaning as the insertion continued, eventually crying out into the blankets as Jeanne didn’t give him any time to adjust, pushing the massive cock into his ass until the thick rubber ring that would normally be attached to a strapon harness was flat against his pucker.
”I’d secure that better, but honestly, I don’t think it’s going anywhere” she quipped. She slid off the back of the bed, walked around to the side and plopped herself back on the mattress directly in James’ view once again.
“And now, slut, it’s time to show off my latest, and perhaps greatest, invention. Crawl over here and suck me while I get it ready.” As she adjusted the straps on her harness, James slowly plodded forward, the arm binder and the thick dildo plugging his ass making every inch forward a Herculean effort. Jeanne eventually grew tired of waiting for him and reached forward, grabbing him by the collar and the back of his head and pulled him into her crotch. She held her half-erect penis up to his mouth and once a few inches was securely inside, she resumed pulling him forward, spearing almost her entire cock down his throat.
“Mmmmm…. There we go, perfect” she announced as she started connecting four particularly thick straps from her waist harness to the four rings on his new collar. The straps appeared to be very thick rubber and looked almost like bungee cords. As she finished securing them to his collar she began to explain: “I dreamt this up because as much as I love to fuck throats, sometimes a well endowed woman wants to get her dick sucked without having to do all the work. As a man, or someone who used to be a man anyway, I’m sure you can identify with that. I call this the ‘Hands-Free Face Fucker’ and I expect it to be a very popular item in the future. Oh, can you breathe ok dear?”
Nearly all of Jeanne’s cock had been buried in his throat for two minutes now and his face was quickly turning red. ”Hmmm, I suppose you better back up if you want some fresh air.”
James hurriedly wormed his way backward, the thick rubber straps stretching eight… nine… ten inches, but no further. They were as far back as they would go and James’ neck muscles were straining against the taut state of the rubber cords. Even stretched to their limit, 8 inches of Jeanne’s cock was still packed in his mouth, but there was enough room for him to breathe, barely. He exhaled and drew in a fresh breath through his nose before his muscles gave way and the cords pulled him back a solid 7 inches, plunging almost all of Jeanne’s cock back down this throat.
”And now you see the genius. If you wish to breathe, you must pleasure my cock. The best part is if I use this on you while standing up, all I have to do is thrust my hips forward and your face slides back and forth on my shaft. I can multi-task while you slurp my penis all day! Pretty clever, yes? You better believe I already have a patent on this thing.”
Hoping to avoid any more asphyxiation, James again pulled back his head as far as he could, stretching the rubber cords until he could take a breath. As his muscles relaxed the simple, yet sinister, contraption pulled him forward once more, pleasuring Jeanne as his lips slid along her fat, glistening shaft.
”OhhhhhHHHHHH! OH FUCK! OHHHHH!!!” she called out, taken by surprise at the effectiveness of her own cruel device. She grabbed his head and pulled him the last few inches into her crotch as a gusher of cum poured out of her flesh hose. She fucked his face for several minutes as her final climax of the evening shot load after load of thick, sticky jizzum into James’ oral passage. His hands locked behind his back and a rubber replica of her massive tool stuffed in his ass, Jeanne’s cock had suddenly become his entire world. She humped his face a few more times before pulling his chin into her churning ball sack; the last few gobs of white goo milking into his throat. She finally released his face and James fought the rubber cords as he strained back for fresh air. Jeanne had an expression of pure delight on her face as she watched him struggle back and forth on her cock, cum dribbling out around the edges of his mouth.
”There, a delicious bed time snack for my weekend slave. And after I already got you those beautiful new clothes! Don’t say I never gave you anything… I hope you’re not full though. I’m sure there’s another snack or two coming tonight. They don’t call them ‘wet dreams’ for nothing.”
She reached over to the end table and turned the light off, casting the room into sudden darkness. Pulling the covers over both of them, Jeanne adjusted her body into a comfortable position. “Enjoy my cock, slut. See you tomorrow.”
The room grew silent, save for the periodic sound of James’ cum slick mouth slurping back and forth on Jeanne’s titanic penis. Buried between her legs below the covers of the bed, it was already beginning to get hot and musky. It was going to be a long night.
As the morning light slowly permeated the heavy drapes on the windows of the master bedroom, an utterly exhausted James continued to fellate the fat shemale cock that had taken up residence in his throat. Jeanne had nutted in his mouth three times as the night dragged on and she had muttered something about “lovely breasts” and “the perfect slave” in her sleep, but never once had she actually woken up. Her last wet dream had been several hours ago and now as the darkness faded into light she began to stir, her cock stiffening to full, throbbing hardness once more. “Oh yes…” Jeanne said, yawning “Those were some wonderful dreams.”
She pulled the covers back revealing her bound, overworked slave completely covered in sweat; his lips and chin caked in her semen. He was struggling to stay awake, his eyes pleading for release from the demonic contraption that had required him to suck her erection for eight long hours. Jeanne simply smiled at him, petting him on the head and admiring her invention as she allowed herself to slowly wake up. After several more slurps, she began unhooking the tight rubber straps from James’ collar and slowly pulled her fully engorged cock from his mouth. Her mighty weapon was covered in spit, semen and red smears from the lipstick she had applied to him the previous night. “This was good stamina training for you slut. You can thank me by taking care of my morning wood.” She slid off the bed and then, grabbing him by the arm binder, pulled his bound form to the edge of the bed, his legs slipping over the side and his feet finding the floor.
”Please… mistress, I’m so tired… I need to sleep.”
She pulled the massive rubber dildo out of his ass, the sudden evacuation making a moist sucking sound. “Go ahead and sleep, if you can. It won’t bother me.” Tossing the replica aside, she grabbed his left hip with one hand and guided her cock into his wet pucker with the other. She slid all 18 inches home in mere seconds, his ass already stretched to accommodate her unfathomable size. She began pumping in and out of his ass in short lengths at first, gradually increasing the strokes until her swollen ball sack collided with his smaller, shriveled scrotum. She grabbed both of his hips firmly and opened him up with long, hard thrusts, moaning lightly as her naked body lost itself in his luscious anus. As her fucking intensified her hips painfully smacked into his ass cheeks and she began slapping them periodically.
Realizing that there was no way he would be able to sleep until she was done, James began pushing back on her cock in time with her thrusts, maneuvering himself as best he could with his arms still immobilized behind his back. Seeing his pathetic efforts, Jeanne laughed and grabbed his arm binder with her right hand, pulling it backward and lifting him slightly off the bed as she fucked him like a bitch. “That’s more like it slut! You’re really getting into it now aren’t you? Admit it, you’d give up oxygen before you’d give up my cock!”
”Yes mistress, anything to please you!”
She dropped him back on the bed, gripping his hips once more. “No bitch, I want to hear you say it! SAY YOU WANT MY COCK!”
“I love your cock mistress Jeanne! Please fuck me hard!”
“WHY DO YOU LOVE MY COCK?”
James opened his mouth to speak, but groaned as she nailed him with a particularly hard thrust. “…because it’s so big and hard, and I need to get fucked by large cocks.”
”It fucks you harder than Bayonetta’s, doesn’t it?”
”……..yes.”
”SAY IT!”
”YOUR COCK IS THE BEST MISTRESS JEANNE!” He buried his face in the mattress, her aggressive thrusting becoming unbearable. She was fucking him like a demon on speed, his admission fueling her ego and her libido to new heights. Her pre-cum had lubed his ass perfectly and the wet snugness of his anal cavity was driving Jeanne crazy as her pleasure hit its threshold.
She screamed as the familiar rush of orgasm exploded from her crotch, a deluge of cum racing down her sperm channel and firing into his ass without warning. She continued shoving her greasy fuck meat into him as load after load of baby batter shot uncontrollably out of her cockhead, painting every square inch of his insides a creamy white. Jeanne made little coo-ing sounds as she fucked his ass in slower stretches, extracting every ounce of ecstasy she could from the act. “See how worked up I get when you’re dressed properly? All it took was a little pink latex. I could fuck you all day just like this you beautiful slut, but I have an event to prepare for.”
She withdrew her slimy tool from his back door, the flesh exiting between the words “Jizz” and “Chute.” She slapped his ass lovingly, glad to have made the words a reality. At long last she began undoing the straps of his arm binder, freeing his arms little by little. The task done, she tossed it aside. “You can sleep now.”
James strained forward, pulling his legs back onto the bed before fully collapsing. Laying in the cum smeared blankets with jizz leaking out of his gaping ass, he was already drifting off to sleep, barely perceiving Jeanne’s final words before the blackness engulfed him. “Sleep well, because when next I send for you, you’re going to be put through your paces.” And the world was dead to him.
* * * * *
*knock knock knock*
The light rapping barely registered as James stirred ever so slightly on Jeanne’s exorbitant bed.
*knock knock knock*
The sound repeated and this time the doors opened shortly thereafter, admitting William to the room. “Time to get up” the butler announced as he crossed the chamber; tidying things here and there. “Mistress Jeanne expects you downstairs in twenty minutes.”
James groaned as the world was made visible once again. It was already dusk and the paltry light that still pierced the windows gave the room a dim red glow. He sat up and began worming his way to the edge of the mattress. “So, what’s it like working for a total psycho?”
”It pays well” he quipped as he made his way to the bedside. He began unfastening the custom collar Jeanne had secured on James’ neck the night before. “Mistress Jeanne instructed me to remove this and to make sure that you freshened up in the bathroom, including a fresh application of lipstick. You’ll find it in the drawer on the right below the sink. I trust you can do that without my supervision?”
”Don’t worry, I won’t get you in any trouble. Just out of curiosity though, do you two ever....?”
”No, our relationship is strictly professional.”
”Huh… that surprises me. Jeanne doesn’t seem like the type who respects any kind of traditional roles or boundaries.”
“The mistress may seem like a feral creature to you, but she can be surprisingly shrewd and sincere when the situation calls for it. That’s been my observation over the years. I’m guessing, however, that you won’t see that side of her due to the role you’re filling.”
James stood and began stretching his limbs, working the stiffness out of his body after a long, much needed rest. ”And why am I filling that role? Someone with her resources should have no trouble finding all the boy toys she wants.”
“You are, perhaps, underestimating how difficult it is to find someone with your specific physical features and talents, while also avoiding any kind of legal entanglements along the way. The internet is a great resource for finding potential suitors and mates, of course, but it’s also a long process of trial and error, and one that Mistress Jeanne became fed up with a long time ago. I’m sure there are other reasons why the mistress is interested in you, but I wouldn’t dare speculate on them.”
”Thanks Jeeves” James responded, giving him a hardy pat on the shoulder and ruffling his tuxedo. “You’re surprisingly forthcoming for someone who came to remove a dog collar from a guy dressed in pink.”
”It’s William, sir” he chuckled. “And the mistress did not forbid me from chatting with you, so I was glad to. I don’t get the chance to talk with guests that often. You really should get going though. You don’t want to be late for Mistress Jeanne’s festivities. Once you’re ready, go back down to the first floor, take a left and you’ll find the banquet hall not far down the first corridor.”
”On my way” James responded as he cut a path to the bathroom. “And just between the two of us, I’d say you have the better gig.”
William smirked. “Having just come from the banquet hall, I would say you are no doubt correct.”
In the bathroom James hastily adjusted the black panties that Jeanne had practically torn off of him the night before, washed himself up and generously re-applied the red lipstick as instructed. He pulled at the rubbery, pink latex that encased his calves, thighs and arms, hoping that they would have loosened somewhat by now, but they were tight as ever. The shiny fetish wear was beginning to chafe his limbs, but there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t help but feel ridiculous looking at his reflection in the mirror, but he was tarted up exactly as Jeanne wanted him. He took a deep breath and began making his way downstairs, unable to shake his apprehension.
As James neared the banquet hall he could already hear many voices in conversation. Entering the giant room, he was greeted with an array of food, flesh and fetish gear. There was classical music playing lightly in the background and long tables were set up with hors d’oeuvres and spirits of every imaginable kind. Eight guests of Jeanne’s had already arrived and while James wasn’t completely shocked by what he saw, he was still somewhat taken aback that such a scene could exist. They were all women, they were all busty and well defined, and they all sported gigantic cocks with ample balls to match.
’Well, that answers one question at least. There are more women like Bayonetta and Jeanne, a lot more. Now it’s just a matter of finding out how they’re connected...’
The women spread out before him were a virtual smorgasbord of big dicked amazons. There was a blonde, a brunette, a red head, an Asian woman, a Russian woman and a giantess of a black woman, among others. They were all dressed in bodysuits and dominatrix outfits similar to the kind that Bayonetta and Jeanne regularly wore and most of them had their impressive endowments hanging between their legs, with only a few choosing to “hide” their giant bulges beneath the leather of their costumes. The ebony beauty immediately stood out as the one woman who possessed a cock even larger than Jeanne’s.
James hesitated, hovering in the entrance. Although in the darkest corner of his mind he had admitted to himself that there were moments he enjoyed being with Bayonetta and Jeanne, every fiber of his being was now screaming at him to flee the vicinity. He knew on some primal level that the abuse he was about to endure might be too much this time.
“SLUT!” Jeanne cried out, noticing suddenly that he had arrived. She set her wine glass down on the nearest table, picked up a riding crop and marched right over to him. She was wearing her finest white leather bodysuit, a custom model of her usual attire adorned in gold and silver trim. Her cock bobbed angrily between her legs as she approached. “ON. YOUR. KNEES!” She emphasized the last word with a glancing blow of her crop to his crotch. His mouth opened wide and he fell to one knee almost instantly, hurriedly moving to both hands and knees as fast as his wits would allow him. “How DARE you enter this hall of Goddesses on equal footing?!? You should know better!”
“I… I’m sorry… Mistress Jeanne. Please forgive me…” he said weakly, fighting through the intense pain and sudden loss of breath.
”You performed well last night, so I think I will forgive you, but if you embarrass me in front of my guests again you WILL regret it. Understand?”
”Yes mistress… thank you.”
From behind the towering figure of Jeanne emerged the powerful ebony beauty whom he had fixed his gaze upon just moments ago. She was steeped in black leather which melted into her wide curves perfectly, creating the ultimate incarnation of a dark skinned dominatrix. Blue eye shadow highlighted her piercing hazel eyes; a pair of pale moons that gazed down on her prey. She and Jeanne were, without a doubt, the two most terrifying women he had ever encountered and seeing their gargantuan cocks side by side made the experience that much more emasculating. “So, this is the Houdini that can make 18 inches magically disappear? He doesn’t look like much. Cute outfit though!”
”Yes, this is James, Cereza’s lucky find. I know he looks pathetic, but believe me, once you’ve sampled the goods you’ll be singing a different tune. Slave, this is my good friend Monique. Among all the guests that will be here tonight, she’s been looking forward to this the most. In the past she’s had trouble finding slaves who can… accommodate her, for more than one session. I’m sure you can see why.”
Monique licked her lips and began running her right hand up and down the impossibly large hose of dark meat that hung from her pelvis. In her flaccid state it was no shorter than 15 inches and it was slightly thicker than Jeanne’s. James was trying hard not to imagine how big it would be erect. “It’s a blessing and a curse honey, but if anyone can take my 20 inches, it’s you. Or so I’m told!”
There was no way he had another 2 inches in his ass. Jeanne had almost entered his intestines on several occasions and that had been scary enough. Suddenly, the threat of intense, hardcore, excessive sexual intercourse that usually made him feel a fearful giddiness was instead only making him fearful. “I will do my best, Mistress Monique…”
Jeanne bent down and grabbed his chin firmly. “Indeed you will, and it’s about time we kicked off this little bash.” She released him and rose back to her full height. “William?”
”Yes, mistress” he responded, stepping forward.
“Go downstairs and get those two silly cunts that we took on last month. Bring them here and chain to the wall by the refreshments. Kneeling positions, both.”
”Right away, mistress.”
Jeanne strutted back toward the other women. “Follow me slut.” As James crawled behind, following her and Monique into the grand hall, several of the women began to cat call as he passed by.
”Oooooh, nice leggings bitch boy!” the blonde called out. “I guess you CAN put lipstick on a pig. See you real soon darling!”
The Russian woman was fisting her erection as she watched him crawl by. She took keen notice of the writing on his cheeks. “Cum dump? That’s perfect, since I have a lot of filth to dispose of. Get those dick suckin lips ready honey!”
Jeanne and Monique laughed as the humiliation went on. Hearing new voices, James looked behind him briefly and noticed that several more women had just arrived. ‘Just how many twisted shemales does Jeanne know? Did she invite them all?!?’
Returning his gaze to the front, he saw something he never would have expected to in a fancy banquet hall. It was what appeared to be a kids wading pool. It was a blue, soft rubber pool about seven feet in diameter and one foot deep. Around the top of the pool’s short banks was a series of small holes with metal rings in them. In the center of the pool sat an even more unusual object: a large peach bubble. It was an inflatable latex ball of some kind, 3 feet tall and wide, and it appeared to be very durable. There was a set of chains sticking out from below the shiny bubble in both the front and the back.
Jeanne turned and grinned at James, pointing at the pool behind her. “That’s your home for the rest of the night, bitch. I think you’ll find it to be comfortable, at least for the first half hour or so…” She was interrupted by the sound of shrieking and moaning, as William had reappeared with two bound women in tow. They were both naked save for their metal chastity belts, dog collars, and the red ball gags fixed in their mouths. The first one was a tall red head and the second a brunette of medium height. Their arms were restrained behind their backs in red leather arm binders all the way up to their shoulder blades. They were both making quite a commotion despite the gags that were strapped around their heads. “Monique, be a dear and rig James up for me. I have a couple of wenches to deal with.”
“With pleasure.” Monique responded, picking up a set of leather wrist and thigh cuffs that had been left next to the pool.
Jeanne hurried back to the front of the hall and grabbed the leashes from William. “Listen up you stupid fucking whores! You better behave in front of my friends or so help me, after this party I will whip you until you can’t sit FOR A WEEK.” The female slaves both shrank at the sound and fury of their mistress, whimpering as she led them to the designated area. Jeanne and William pushed them down on their knees between two of the refreshment tables and proceeded to chain them to the wall by their arm binders. They both strained against their bonds, tears flowing down their faces and onto their bare breasts as they pleaded to be free of their gags.
James watched the spectacle from the rubber pool where Monique had man-handled him into the position she wanted. He stood before the peach bubble as she loomed behind him, strapping the wrist and thigh cuffs on his body. Her obscenely large cock rubbed up against the crack of his ass as she went about her work. “Goddamn boy, you’re making me horny. I just hope you’re as pliable as they say.” The leather cuffs now securely strapped onto his wrists and thighs, she gave him a push forward. “Lay down on the ball and spread out.”
He leaned forward slowly, embracing the sticky surface of the ball and doing his best to maintain his balance. As James lowered himself down, the sensual latex gave slightly, flattening out on top and expanding in the bottom somewhat. With some regret, he realized he was now at the perfect height for “easy access.” Monique went about her work quickly, running the chains through the rings on his wrist and thigh cuffs and pulling them tight. His arms and legs were now secured tightly against the sides of the ball, his head and ass jutting out on either side. Monique ripped the panties off his ass like she was tearing a piece of paper and tossed them out of the pool. She then popped briefly into his field of vision. “I’ll be back in a few minutes hun, don’t go anywhere!” She gave him a wink before stepping out of the pool.
“Mistress, PLEASE, you haven’t given us food in days!”
Jeanne smacked the red-head across the face, already regretting the decision to remove her ball gag. “You don’t need solid food, and you will be fed tonight. Are you going to waste more of my time or can I get back to my party now?”
”Mistress!” the brunette interjected “Please, I need to cum so badly! Please, just…”
Jeanne back-handed the second girl as well, a loud smack ringing out through the hall. “Gag them back up William, until someone wishes to make legitimate use of their mouths.”
As William strapped their ball gags back into place and the girls began to whimper again, Jeanne met up with Monique in the center of the hall. “Pffft… stupid whores.”
”What’s the story with those two?” Monique asked curiously.
“Just a couple of dumb, drunken sluts that followed me home from a club. They were enthusiastic at first but when I showed them what I was packing, they had a sudden change of heart.”
”Imagine that!” Monique snickered.
“Well, it was too late by then, of course. I’ve had them downstairs ever since and they’ve been in chastity for a month now. Neither of them can deep throat me, but I use their mouths anyway. I tried out both of their asses in the first week, but they bled too much. They’re fucking useless.”
“What are their names?”
”The red head is named Claire. The other one is… Jessica? I think? It really doesn’t matter. Just call them stupid whore and dumb cunt. Those are more fitting names.”
”They’re lesbians?”
”They used to be. Since all they do now is suck cocks, I’m not sure you can call them lesbians anymore.”
Monique laughed uproariously, then pointed in James’ direction. “He’s good to go.”
”Excellent! Well, I guess we can get started then!”
As Jeanne prepared to make her toast, more women sporting giant cocks continued to enter the hall. Jeanne greeted them and then motioned for William to turn off the music, which he did immediately.
*clink clink clink clink*
Jeanne stood in the center of the hall, holding her wine. “Ladies! Sisters! Friends! And a few bitches I can’t fucking stand… Welcome to my home!” Laughter and applause filled the hall as the women focused on their hostess. “I know you’re all eager to get to the fun, so I’ll make this quick.”
She pointed in the direction of James and the swimming pool. “Tonight’s entertainment is provided courtesy of my friend Cereza! I think you’ll find him to be more than satisfactory.” The women applauded lightly, some turning up their noses upon hearing Bayonetta’s true name.
Jeanne pointed at the slave girls near the wall. “If you’d like a little fluffing, or you don’t feel like waiting your turn, we have a couple dumb sluts over here who have recently complained about being hungry. They’re unskilled, but they will do their best to accommodate you.” The two bound women looked upon the crowd of fat-dicked shemales with shame and fear in their eyes. There was no applause.
“If you want to talk business, naturally, come and find me. If you need anything else, talk to the handsome man in the tuxedo. That’s it my friends! Enjoy the evening!”
There was an ardent cheer and then the women began milling around the hall, some appraising the snacks and drinks available, and some of them gathering to ogle at James. It wasn’t long before lines started forming in front of him and behind him. He was not surprised to see Monique at the head of the first line.
“Hey baby, did you miss me?” she asked as she stroked her large black python, pressing the tip of it into his forehead.
”Oh yeah, I was counting the seconds until you got back” he responded sarcastically, taking in the view of her 20 inch weapon and the giant black scrotum that hung below it.
”Oooh, a smartass. I’ll be happy to teach you some manners bitch!” She lined the head of her fat, uncircumcised cock with his lips and plowed it in full force, grabbing the back of his head firmly with both hands. He gagged almost immediately as the first 10 inches speared into his throat. She was even thicker than Jeanne, but only by half an inch. To his own surprise, his well trained jaw and throat seemed to be able to handle it now. As Monique began thrusting in and out vigorously, she seemed to be surprised as well. “Oh my! I knew you loved me baby! Here we go slut, I’m drilling right down to your stomach!”
As Monique focused on getting more and more of her thick monster in his throat, someone had stepped up to his ass and begun feeding her fat cock into his asshole. James couldn’t see her, but it was the blonde from earlier. “Hey bitch, I decided to skip the appetizers and start with the main course. That okay with you? Oh, I’m sorry. You appear to have a mouth full of cock!” She laughed and began sawing her 15 inch penis in and out of his butthole, stuffing a little more in with each powerful fuck. She smacked his ass with her right hand every few thrusts, moving into a quick, steady rhythm. “Oh yeah, you got a nice stretched out asshole don’t you slut? Let’s see if we can stretch it a little more…”
Both women were fucking his orifices full force, and James was pressed into the bubble cushion, the latex rippling against his chest as the big dicked amazons fucked him into the sticky surface. It wasn’t long before blondie was balls deep in his ass and her massive ballsack was smacking into his limp genitals. The feeling drove her wild and she re-doubled her efforts, cramming her cock into his ass that much more intensely.
James’ lips soon met Monique’s hairy pubis, all 20 inches of her unfathomable penis having somehow been crammed into his mouth and throat. Monique was staring at the ceiling, her eyes fluttering as she cherished the full penetration. “Oh my fucking god… you’re an angel! An angel sent to suck my erection.” She drew back the massive tool, leaving only 6 inches in his mouth. “Take a couple breaths baby. I’d love to take my time with you, but there’s a line behind me, so now you’re going to deep throat me until I blow.”
James took a deep breath, and before he could draw a second, her giant sausage was already racing back into the depths of his throat. She held his face against her pelvis for a few moments before pushing and pulling his head back and forth on her cock at a steady pace. Her huge black orbs smacked into his chin repeatedly as slurping sounds filled the vicinity. “You love the dark meat, don’t you bitch? Yeah, wiggle that tongue across the bottom of my cock. I’ve got a thick, creamy drink just for you.”
The woman buried in his ass screamed out her climax and began smacking his hip repeatedly. Her creamy cum flooded into his anal cavity and plugged up the little space she wasn’t already occupying. “FUCK YES! FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!” As she humped his ass and milked out every possible spurt, excess cum was already beginning to leak out of his asshole and gather at the bottom of the rubber pool.
Monique then reached her peak and gave out a long, deep moan. James could actually feel a large bulge of sperm race down her cock, over his tongue, and explode into his stomach as she blew the first of several god-like gobs down his throat. His face was starting to turn red as she fucked his head like a rag doll, dropping the largest, thickest load into his stomach that he had endured to date. The hot jizz flooded upward and began seeping out of his nose as Monique continued to shaft his slimey mouth in orgasmic bliss.
After several smaller volleys of spunk had been deposited in his guts, Monique took two long steps backward and her glistening black pole slowly extricated itself from James’ throat. It slid out of his mouth and dipped down, a giant wad of cum following and hitting the rubber surface below with a wet smack. He coughed up even more cum before his throat was clear and he was able to inhale a deep breath, normal color slowly returning to his face. She gave him a couple pats on the head before stepping out of the pool. “I’ll see you again tonight baby, count on it.”
The blonde woman had already removed herself from the pool, and now the Asian woman he had seen earlier was standing in her place, sizing up his body and reading the words written on his ass cheeks. “Hmmm, looks like I get second crack at the ‘jizz chute.’ Lucky me!” As she began inserting her thick 13 inches into his asshole, the Russian woman stepped into view with her 16 inch dick in hand. “Hello boy! I hope you got plenty of room in that ‘sperm tank’ of yours.” There were five women already standing behind her, waiting their turn and in the distance he could see some late comers just arriving in the hall. James quickly realized that despite the trial he had endured the previous night, the term “long night” was about to be redefined.
As the drinking, eating, recreational drug use and debauchery continued into the long evening hours, Jeanne found herself content at the success of her party. The dumb cunts chained to the wall weren’t being used much, but she did see some of her guests go over and fuck their useless mouths from time to time.
James, on the other hand, was a wild success. As amazon after amazon shot enormous loads into his mouth and ass, the jizz pool was slowly but surely filling. The lines at his mouth and ass never ended, and sometimes the women would get so fed up with waiting that they would simply walk up to the side of the pool and jerk themselves off, blowing giant wads of goopy cum all over his body. The jizz would slowly slide off his head, back and ass, gliding down the slippery bubble and adding to the lake of cum below.
Amid the crazed sex, Jeanne had even collaborated with several of her guests on future projects and potential business ventures. All-in-all, things couldn’t be going better. She sighed and smiled, Monique joining her as she watched two of her big dicked companions fucking James into another dimension.
“He’s really something. Where did Cereza find him?”
”On the internet. Bitch got lucky.”
”I’ll say. Do you think there’s any chance she would sell him?”
”Not if you offered her ten million dollars. She knows how he lucky she is, and on top of that, I think she’s got some kind of sick, puppy love thing going on with him.”
“What? Fuuuuccckkkk. Well, she lent him to you for the weekend, maybe we could work out something like that?”
”Yeah, maybe if you suck her cock first… and she already has him to take care of that. She lent him to me because I’m her friend, but don’t worry, I’ll put in a good word for you.”
“Thanks!” Monique beamed. “I’m going to go plow his ass one more time.”
“By all means, enjoy. After that I think I’m going to wrap things up. It’s getting late.”
It had been five hours since the party began as Monique blew her load into James’ ass for the third time that night. Almost every woman in the hall had already taken a turn with both James’ sloppy mouth and his fucked out asshole, and many of them had gone back for seconds and thirds. The rubber pool was a cauldron of warm jizz, the creamy spunk having reached the 9 inch mark of the 12 inch pool. Several of the women had already taken their leave, or were now leaving, but even more had stayed behind for what Jeanne promised would be a truly “grand finale.”
James was in a half-conscious daze as Jeanne and Monique began to unchain him from the cum drenched latex bubble seat. There were no big dicked women fucking him at the moment, and yet to him it felt like they still were. He had seemingly forgotten what it was like not to have giant shemale cocks filling him for hours at a time. As his limbs were freed, Jeanne pushed him off the slick sphere and he landed in the pool with a wet splat, waves of cum dividing and then crashing down on top of him. Dozens of the women had gathered around and were now laughing at his plight and commenting on what an absolute whore he was.
As Monique chucked the latex ball and chains out of the pool, Jeanne grabbed him by the arms, dragged him to the center of the pool, and fixed him in a kneeling position, sitting upright. “Stay just like that slut. Everyone wants to thank you properly for doing such a good job tonight!”
As Jeanne stepped out of the pool, all of the women standing around the perimeter were already fisting their cocks in long, fast strokes. Jeanne confirmed that William was filming the ordeal before grabbing her cock and joining in on the fun. James kneeled in 9 inches of creamy spunk, the sound of squishing flesh and slapping nutsacks filling the hall as two dozen hung shemales prepared to drown him in their filth.
At first it was just one woman screaming and erupting, then three, then ten at once, and seconds later, all of them were firing their loads directly at James simultaneously. Sloshing webs of cum flew into his body and exploded like wet balloons, the sheer force battering him around slightly and the sheer amount covering him until his skin could scarcely be seen beneath the white custard coating. For some two or three minutes, moaning, screams of pleasure and blasts of milky white sludge were all that existed.
As the women’s climaxes slowly died down and the shots of cum slowed to a trickle, Jeanne was somehow as energetic as ever. “Monique, let’s get started.”
Monique nodded, producing a long, white length of rope which she began feeding into the rings along the edge of the pool. She and Jeanne quickly worked to loop the rope around the pool, knotting it on one end once they’d made it all the way around. “Ladies, if you could give us a hand?”
At Monique’s suggestion, the women all stepped forward and grabbed the edges of the pool. Together they began lifting the banks upward as Jeanne pulled the rope tighter and tighter. The walls of rubber rose up above James’ head and the jizz level quickly began to rise as he was slowly entombed in a giant globe of rubber and cum. “Wait!” he yelled, suddenly coming to his senses.
The women just chortled and mocked him as Jeanne pulled the rope as tight as it would go. She tied it off, the pool now a giant circular prison of semen. “William! Duct tape please.” William appeared at her side within seconds and handed her the large roll of grey adhesive. Jeanne and Monique took turns pulling long swaths of the tape and using it to seal the top of the rubber ball, completely covering the small circle that was still open to the outside. Inside the sealed rubber ball, James was chest deep in the women’s spunk, struggling just to keep his head above the sea of their jizz.
”Alright, spread out everyone!” Jeanne shouted, almost giddy. Like a seasoned pro she made a short dash forward and delivered the first swift quick to the oversized ball, sending it spinning over to Monique. Monique stopped the ball with her powerful thighs, backed up, and gave it another strong kick, passing it over to one of the other women across the way. James slid around inside the ball, his face and chest gliding across rubber and diving through sperm. As the woman turned his predicament into the most perverse form of soccer ever, he was battered with kicks from their booted feet. The rubber walls took a good amount of the sting away, but only in the physical sense, certainly not to any scrap of pride he may have been clinging to.
“Cumball!” the blonde amazon from earlier called out.
”Spoogeball!” Monique chimed in.
“Oooh, I like that even better” the Asian shemale replied.
“If they showed this on TV, I might actually watch sports!” the Russian dom shouted to much laughter and applause.
As the game wore on, the guests slowly began to lose interest. They drank the final beverage of their choosing and thanked Jeanne as they exited the hall. The ball finally came to a stop and James was left lying in the sticky prison for a while as the party wound down and the remaining guests departed. It was Monique who took a box cutter and cut the rope at the top of the ball, allowing the pool to flop outward into its original shape and dropping James into a more manageable 9 inches of filth.
“Now that is a lovely sight” she said, ducking down near the edge of the pool and putting her face right in James’ view. “I had an awesome time tonight baby! Hope to see you again soon.” She planted her dark lips over his and shoved her tongue in his mouth, leaving him with a deep French kiss to remember her.”
Rising up, she brushed some cum off her body and headed for the entrance. “Great party Jeanne. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
”You’d better hooker” she responded playfully.
Jeanne looked around at her disheveled hall. It was quite a mess to clean up. As William got started on that very task, she went over to check on her female slaves. She found them exactly as she had left them, bound and whimpering. “You two sluts weren’t that useful tonight, not that you ever are. Let’s see if you got enough to eat at least…” She undid Jessica’s ball gag and the bound woman began begging again immediately.
”PLEASE Mistress, I need to cum! Just let me cum! You’ve teased us for so long. We’ve done what you’ve asked! PLEASE!!!”
Jeanne scoffed at her. “You’ve never done anything I asked WELL. You think you deserve a reward?” She reached back to deliver another slap to her face, but paused for a moment, suddenly having an idea. It was the kind of twisted idea that only sprouts from the mind of a true pervert and sadist. “Ok… you want to cum?”
”YES! PLEASE!!!”
She looked at Claire, who was still gagged. “And you want to cum?”
The red head whimpered and nodded yes in response.
“Alright, I’ll let you cum. Under one condition…” She turned around. “William, go and fetch the keys to their chastity belts.”
”Right away, mistress” he replied before departing in haste.
As she waited for William, Jeanne began undoing the chains and arm binders for both women. She removed Claire’s gag as well, setting all the bondage gear in a pile to the side. By the time she had finished, William returned and handed her both of the keys. As William resumed his duties, Jeanne walked over to James and the jizz filled pool.
”Here’s your condition…” she said, tossing both of the keys into the disgusting gruel. “You may cum as many times as you like between now and tomorrow morning, but you may only do so if your orgasm originates from James.” The two women’s faces were pictures of dejection, but ticked visibly with desperation. ”He is your play thing until I come get you tomorrow morning. Use him well.”
The slave girls, needing no further prodding, ran towards the pool and practically dove into the filth, searching around for the keys to their demonic belts.
”I’m warning you!” Jeanne yelled, pointing to the security camera in the corner of the room “If I check that tape tomorrow and I see you stupid little whores touching yourselves or touching each other, not only will I BRAND you, your next stretch of chastity will be twice as long. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
James didn’t know what had gone wrong with Jeanne’s childhood to transform her into the warped lunatic that she was today, but he realized now that it would take an international team of psychologists to figure it out.
Claire nodded and Jessica replied “Yes mistress!” before they plunged back into the cum with their hands, searching around for the keys.
”Very well, goodnight bitches!” Jeanne cackled, heading for the exit. “William, just finish up with that and go to bed. You can take care of the rest tomorrow.”
Once Jeanne and William had both left the room, Jessica finally found one of the keys. “Hah! I got one!” She hurriedly inserted it in her belt and turned it to the side, but it didn’t release the lock. “It’s not working!”
”You got mine dummy, give it here!”
”No, help me find mine first!”
”Fuck you! Just give it to me!”
Jessica threw the key at her angrily before digging her hands back into the filthy muck, looking for her own.
Claire hurriedly unlocked her belt and pulled the contraption off, tossing it out of the pool. She trudged through the scum and grabbed James’ head, leaning it agains