Friendly Favour: Chapters 07-09 - Femdom, Chastity, CBT, Canes, Facesitting, Lezdom

The concluding chapters of the story. All characters are fictional consenting adults.



Chapter 7: Bridge

It was by far his worst night's sleep of this whole sordid affair. He couldn't make sense of anything. Tossing and turning, caught between fits of elation at how passionately engaged Alice was in his suffering and outrage that he was being treated so cruelly. It didn't make any sense; either way, in any direction, this was obviously stupid. 

How had he put himself in such an awful position and why did he love Alice taking advantage of him so much?

Alice had woken up from an all timer of debauched sex. It was at least top 5. Maybe top 10. Recency bias is a bitch. She'd tied Rose up, sat on her face and half drowned her in sex. Then teased her for hours before bringing her to a debilitating number or aurally awesome orgasms.

Technically she was more than an hour late for work but in reality no one would notice or care. She would log on when she had suitably recovered.

Peter felt he had become a zen master of navigating the day. He avoided conflicts and kept himself busy. He took regular bathroom breaks where he would allow himself to be overwhelmed by his urges and then stow that shit to get back to work.

It was after work that killing time became interminable. He showered and shaved and showered again. He walked to her place and was there 40 minutes early. So he took to walking around and around until he wouldn't be early in a rude way.

"Isn't that Peter?" Rose asked, looking out the window.

"Probably." 

"Why did you tell him 8PM? I normally make food for 7?"

"Because you would not believe how much fun it is fucking with him. He's practically begging me to ruin his life. This is the least I can do." Alice was hoping Rose might share in her fun.

"Oh stop it. You're not a cartoon villain and Pete is one of your oldest friends. He helped us move in here!" 

"Wait until he gets here, you'll understand." Alice knew that Rose was a paragon of reason until the sex hit the fan, but she was confident Rose wouldn’t forsake this opportunity for fun.

"Did you say you were gonna make him get naked?" Rose asked, remembering a conversation she'd found confusing.

"I was asking if you were comfortable with it."

"Makes no difference to me." Rose shrugged, bemused by her partner's sudden passion for CFNM.  "He's coming back around again, I'll warm up some plates."

\*Knock Knock\*

"Peter! It's lovely to see you again. Come on, give us a hug." Rose wanted to give Peter a bit of normalcy and remind him he still had value as a human being.

Pete went in for the hug enthusiastically but ended up cautious when he remembered his cage. But Rose wasn't having it, she squeezed him close regardless.

She was a perfectly punky vision with shades of Tank girl. Close cut blond hair, rock boots and an artfully tatty red dress.

Alice joined them and gave Peter a big kiss on the cheek.

"I don't even remember the last time all three of us hung out?" Alice said.

"Uhh, Thrice gig if I recall? Their old stuff was awesome, their new stuff was fine."

"Right, Black Honey is a banger though. Now Pete, how do you feel about getting naked?" Alice rubbed her hands together and drank in the awkwardness.

Pete looked at Rose who gave him a shrug.

"Yeah, uhh sure. I'll just go.."

"Why don't you do it right here? I didn't get to see the show last time." She made a mock sad face.

Pete awkwardly started to strip off, to Alice's excitement and Rose's confected indifference; although her act couldn’t survive the sight of his cage.

His cock was glowing with blood. Rose covered her mouth to stifle laughter and shock.  Alice's grin grew to max.  Peter cowered in his vulnerable state but also delighted in the attention.

"Wow Pete, that looks excruciating, are you sure you're alright." Rose was both grinning and expressing genuine concern.

Peter looked at Alice.

"You can tell her, please spare no detail."

"Right, well you know, it's been pretty hard, pun intended.  I'm not sleeping great.  My balls hurt all the time and more today on account of.. well.."

"Oh my god Pete yeah! Did you really ask her to punch you in the balls!?" Rose exclaimed with breathless amusement and dismay.

Peter shot Alice a glance like a wounded puppy.

"I mean.. Yeah.. Technically."

The word "Technically" sent Rose into a fit of laughter and she was wiping a few tears away by the time she composed herself.

"Technically!?  Alice, I'm starting to see what you mean.  Pete, if you want to stand up for yourself, I support you.  If you want her to trample you into dust, well, I support that too.  But just be aware, she will trample you into dust." With that she walked off to serve dinner.

Alice and Peter were left in the hallway with Rose's observation hanging in the air.  But the elephant was silent for now.

Dinner was a blast.  Peter saw Rose so infrequently that he forgot how well they got on.  He wondered why they hadn't hung out together more often.  Alice was in fine form; riling Peter up with ease.  It wasn't his favourite food, but that was the least of his worries.  

As the dishes ran dry, Peter started to feel the desperation rise. It was an all encompassing preoccupation now when it took hold of him.  It was different from the painful cock spasms, it came from some unfathomable cavern of longing inside him.  The ache felt more and more existential.  Alice could see the turn in him and it stirred her into fresh life.

“Okay, let’s not beat around the bush, I know I’ve got a job to do and I think I should discuss that with Peter.”

“Pete, if you want your privacy I’ll leave you two to it.  If you want me to stay then that’s on your head too, okay?” Rose was perfectly neutral; unphased.  Like this really was just another Tuesday.  

Peter didn’t instinctively know what she meant.  He guessed that she was hinting that her presence in the room didn’t necessarily bode well for him.  Or maybe that it would be bad for her somehow.  Or that she wasn’t going to do him any favours.

“I'm happy for Rose to stay.” It was an answer from ignorance; a blind choice.

“Excellent.” Alice joyously exclaimed. “This was going to be a bit of an ultimatum but in earnest this is too much fun, so you'll have a Goldilocks option if you choose.”

Options? Peter just stared, hanging on her words.

“Option 1. I give you the keys. We enjoy the rest of our evening and go back to being friends.”

Rose reached over and gave Peter's hand a little squeeze of reassurance.

“Option 2. Your Goldilocks get out, you lucky little thing. I promise to be a good, fair keyholder. You get a guaranteed release tonight. I'll take how cruel I am to you under advisement from Rose so you get a fair crack.”

Peter looked at Rose but she wouldn't meet his gaze.

“Option 3. All bets are off. I own your cock the way I see fit. I abuse your devotion to the maximum enhancement of my enjoyment. If you want to think of this as a game then think of it as a game with perma-death potential.” 

Alice was extremely happy to be at the end of her speech, she was ready to get into the action.

Chapter 8: Crescendo

“3.” 

Peter didn't hesitate. He went with his gut.  And the pitch sounded sweet to him. She was going to get the maximum enjoyment out of him; that sounded good to him.

“You see Rose! Didn't I tell you!” Alice stood up from her chair and moved towards Rose.

Cradling the back of her head in her hand she leaned over into a forceful kiss. To Peter's eye it looked more like tongue fucking than kissing. Alice's right hand moved down to roughly caress her small tits. Peter couldn't believe his eyes or the pain in his dick. Rose was groaning into Alice as her nipples were pinched.

“Rose, be a darling and tie him to the chair would you? Put him across from the sofa.” and she smacked Rose's ass as she got to it.

Peter stood to allow his chair to be moved and sat down to allow himself to be tied. He felt fully through the looking glass. A beacon of passivity. All urge and no agency. Waiting for the Ocean to save him from the waves.

He studied Rose as she went to work. A bag full of rough rope. Her hands and arms a blur of expertise. He had no idea she was a rope wizard. What else had he not known about his friends when he lit this fuse?

Alice was watching them both with glee. She'd known bringing this nascent strand into her core weave was a risk but it was going so much better than she'd hoped. She knew Rose had a thing for Peter. Now Rose could have her cake and Alice could deny her too. Win win.

She was thumbing the keys around her neck impatiently. Rope had always required more patience than she had in the necessary moments. She needed Rose between her legs now. She needed Peter’s suffering now.

When Rose was done Peter tested his bonds. It was extremely impressive work. He couldn't budge an inch. Suddenly the choice of dining chair seemed purposeful.

“Perfect!” Alice gasped. Kneeling down between Peter's splayed thighs she leaned in very close to his cage, determined to put her key to use without removing it from her neck. Pressing her big boobs into his knees to get close enough. All the while his dick straining and bobbing just under her chin. Her mouth open to leer and snap faux bites about him.

Peter had to avert his eyes. Looking at her toying around down there was too much to bear. Eventually he heard the clink of metal and the lock click. The release of pressure on his dick was instant but begat a build up in the base ring with his erection able to achieve fruition.

“There it is! You see, it still works!” She beamed up at him, a grin breaking her face.

Peter looked down at his dick, swaying in the air. Entirely untouched. In spite of himself he tried to move an arm. All the cognitive awareness of his situation couldn't resolve his primal desire to touch it. To feel touched. To satiate his needs.

Alice pulled herself to standing, making sure to dangle her cleavage in his face as she went. His mouth agape at their succulence.

“Rose, you have 20 seconds to make him cum with your mouth.”

“Wauht?” Peter blurted out.

Rose shot him an intense look, desire and concern in one.

“Rose, there's only fifteen seconds left.” Alice tapped an imaginary watch.

Rose rushed to the chair and threw herself to her knees, gobbling down his cock in the same motion. Instantly transitioning into furious sucking and bobbing.

Peter might as well have been transported to another universe. The feel of her mouth, her forceful gyrations, his immense sensitivity to it all; this was all he could experience. The world reduced to just his dick and her mouth.

And then it was gone. Alice had physically yanked her head away at the moment her arbitrary, imagined timer expired. The tiniest hint of drool at the corner of her mouth.

“PLEASE!” Peter gushed in quiet scream. “PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE”. His voice tortured, eyes streaming tears.

“Please what Peter?” Alice had her left hand coiled round the back of Rose's head and was feeding fingers into her mouth. Her right hand was rubbing at her own crotch.

“Please let me cum!” He shrieked the words then dropped his head in sobs.

“Now now now. You had your chance and you blew it. You obviously weren't desperate enough Pete!” She said as she fucked Rose's mouth with her fingers.

“I know that's my fault. I haven't been doing my bit to keep you on the edge, but from now on I promise I'll do a better job.” She absentmindedly pushed Rose away. Going to a drawer and retrieving a small object and some tape.

Peter's whole body was straining although he was hardly aware of it. His being in tension regardless of what he thought about it.

Alice got down between his legs again. The small object clearly a vibrator. She placed it against the base of his cock, sat resting atop his balls. Then wrapped the tape around both it and her dick.

Her mouth was in a wide open smile as she raised her eyes to his. She didn't want to miss any moment of his anguish. She dialled up its intensity and watched his soul explode.  The knowledge of the vibrator's potential for continuous stimulation like a nebular catching fire in his mind.

Peter was long past pleading. His face was caught in the confusion of her unfathomable beauty; all awe and horror at her great terribleness.  She was doing this to him and she was loving it.  For whatever reason, that was beautiful to him.

“Ouuugghrreroo!” Peter started making noises he couldn't explain. The vibrations tickling his now monstrous urges in places he didn't know existed. Their pulse strong enough to be completely preoccupying but nowhere near forceful enough to get him over the edge.

Alice stood just in front of the sofa. Rose watching from the floor. Peter from his chair. She started to strip. Piece by piece, revealing her curvaceous beauty. The hanging swell of her gorgeous tits; The dangerous curves of ass and hips. The epic journey down her thighs and calves through to her beautiful feet. She held out an elegant arm, took Rose in hand and led her to the sofa.

Peter could do nothing but watch.  Watch as Alice laid back on the sofa.  Watch as Rose climbed between her legs.  Watch as her pretty face slipped beneath the fleshy waves of gorgeous thighs. The vibration in his cock, the cutting rope against his wrists, the tears in his eyes.  Watch as Alice arched her back into gratuitous sexual groaning.  Watch her perfect breast splayed out across her chest.  Watch the delicious curve of her hips rise to press against Rose’s tongue.

Alice luxuriated in her pre orgasmic bliss as Rose was consumed in her consumption.  Peter was lost in the sauce; hardly able to comprehend, reality washing over and through him.

Alice reached forward to grab the back of Rose's head and pull her deeper inside.  Her thighs raised to swallow Rose’s head and draped her divine feet on her lovers back.  Rose responded by bringing fingers to bare.  Peter couldn't quite see, but he could hear the slick sound of vaginal flesh pressed and by the increased intensity of Alice’s cries.

Peter had no idea how long this went on for.  The achingly beautiful sight before him and the crushing pulse of vibrations at the core of his denied sex made the measurement of time illusory.  But surely, there was only so much he could be expected to take?

“PLEASE! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!” He thought he was screaming but in reality he had hardly made a sound.

He saw Rose's head pop up to look at him but Alice quickly grabbed her back down. Seeming to be riding Peter's pathetic pleading as much as her skillful tongue.

He closed his eyes but that only made the sound of it more deafening and the vibrations more invasive. Living in a cacophony of someone's beautiful orgasm while being actively denied his own.

Alice came, loudly. Screaming down the house. Visibly spasming in sputtering breath. But nothing changed, nothing was over. Not even a bump in the road. Rose never stopped licking or fucking and Alice never stopped building to the next one.

It ought to have been unbearable and yet he knew he was going to bear. it; that he’d abdicated any right to decide that this was more than he should endure.  He looked down as his angry red cock and saw the rivulets of precum streaming down its shaft. He felt drained and exhausted but absolutely wired awake.

He watched intently as they continued fucking on the sofa. After her second raucous orgasm Alice pushed Rose onto her back. Riding her face in reverse and pinning her arms to her chest with one imperious hand while running the other through her own hair.

It was, in Peter's opinion, the most beautiful thing he'd ever had the privilege to see with his own eyes. Alice's body absolutely majestic in its sexual dominance. Rose clearly cherishing her pride of place in the picture. Peter began to accept his position in the dynamic; a lightening rod of suffering to power their perfection.

But no amount of acceptance stopped his muscles from straining, his eyes from streaming or his dick from leaking.  All while the vibe broke him on the back of his own urges.  Alice came like a fountain of ecstasy; the room reverberating with her undulation.  Beneath it all the soft sound of Rose slurping for air amidst Alice’s sexual flood.

Alice collapsed atop her partner, gasping for breath. Momentarily spent but Peter did not expect her to truly relent to any extent. Peter could hear Rose sucking her clit in the aftermath and making her own faint groans. 

Chapter 9: Climax

Eventually Alice staggered off the sofa and stumbled towards the bathroom. Rose rising and wiping the juices from her face. Rose and Peter alone for a moment at least.  Rose took a few moments to recover and luxuriate in her mid coital bliss, but when she came back to the room her attention landed solely on Peter’s cock.

“Would you like me to suck it some more?” Her tone flat but her eyes hungry.

Peter just gasped, unable to comprehend the offer.

“I wouldn't be trying to make you cum like earlier, but I'd happily suck on it for a bit if you'd like?” More sultry now. Demurring as a teasing tactic.

Peter knew there was only one answer even though he knew it only made things worse.

“Please! Please suck on my dick!” He sniffed between words, trying to choke back his tears.

Rose approached, slower now. Stroking his reddened face and kissing the tears around his eyes. Slowly lowering to her knees, maintaining eye contact until the last second when she took him into her mouth.

It was completely different. She was near motionless. Just the warm walls of her mouth clamped around him, all friction provided by the vibe. She was waiting for Peter to calm himself. To find some semblance of stillness in the storm. But he was nothing but edge, trying to shake in his chair to generate movement.

She pulled herself off him.

“Peter, if you want to shake on the edge while I hold you, that's fine. But if you want me to suck your dick you're going to need to get some control of yourself alright?” Her voice was sympathetic, maybe a tiny bit annoyed.

“How! How can I?”

“Breathe Peter, you need to breathe. Deep breaths. In and out. Focus on the things you can control. Think about how good it'll feel. Think about the fact you asked for this. You have more control than you think.”

Peter sucked deep through his nose, snot and blubber making it difficult. After the first deep cycle he remembered to do it slowly. Rose was coaching him with her movement, like a conductor for his breathing. He thought about how her mouth felt. He remembered that he'd asked for this every step of the way. Wherever any other path his life might have led, he wasn't going to be getting his dick sucked by Rose.

“Okay, I'm ready.” More confidence than he’d felt in days.

Rose lowered her head again, this time delicately stoking her tongue down his shaft as she went. Coiling around his head as she reached the top of her stroke. 

It was an incredible slice of heaven. He knew his composure wouldn't last. Knew that his hunger would render this insufferable at any instant. But for now it was heaven.

Breathe and relax and enjoy.
Breathe and relax and enjoy.

He closed his eyes as the ache and urge started to consume him. Trying to wring every second that he could from this. Rose could feel it too, slowing her motion, backing off her pressure. Saving him from oblivion by dragging him along the razor's edge.

“Well aren't you two pretty as a picture?” Alice announced. Sincere affection and genuine menace dripping from her words.

Peter opened his eyes to see Alice had refreshed herself. Touched up her make up. Put on some stunning lingerie and a sheer, flowing dressing gown.  She also had a harness around her waist, securing a silver ring. She looked amazing.  

Rose stopped sucking, looking a little sheepishly over her shoulder.

“How did I know you'd be such a little slut eh? Clearly I've not been giving your mouth enough work.” She teased, playfully. Rose certainly didn't seem bothered at all.

Peter's cock was left wet and twitching. He could still feel Rose's breath. That and the infinite vibration was all he had to feel.

“My my would you look at the time! Shouldn't we be getting you home Pete? It's a work night after all.”

Peter strained and pleaded wordlessly. Rationally, he knew she wasn't going to let him cum. Absolutely everything she'd done to this point told him she wasn't going to let him cum. But his body was still demanding it and his brain couldn't say no.

“Come on Pete, don’t you feel a bit better about this now you know how much it’s turning me on?  Doesn’t it make you feel good inside that Rose really wants to suck your dick?”

It was an incredible frame to put on things  but he couldn’t deny that those things did make him feel good.  But there was absurd tension in the contradictions.  A fantasy blow job that only exists because it can’t be allowed fruition.  A love affair that can only manifest in the antithesis of his sexual satisfaction.

“Please!” He knew nothing good would come from asking anything right now.  But he had to ask regardless.

“Please what Pete? Please lock up your cock and pack you off home alone? Or please keep teasing you until you beg to be locked up and packed off home?”

“Please let me cum!” He hated the way the words felt in his mouth. Hated how pathetic it was.

“You know I'm very disappointed in you Petey.” She was not at all disappointed. “I gave you some perfectly reasonable options and you have to spoil things by being selfish.” She could hardly prevent herself from laughing at that one.

“Rose, be a dear and help me with his chair.”

They each grabbed a side of the chair and together they tilted it backwards, lowering him gently so that the back of his head was on the floor and his feet now held in the air.

“Now on another day I might have resolved this insolence with pain, but Rose's pussy has gone tragically untouched so far and you can atone through usefulness.”

He heard a sharp intake of breath from Rose and then the quick patter of her feet before her red dress swirled into view. She looked down on his face and gave him a warm, happy smile. Then hopped down to her knees, her skirt ballooning up, then floating down to consume his upper body.

He discovered she was naked under the dress. Her tight, shaven pussy was centimeters from his face. She smelled incredible. A dense musk of sex, salt and sweetness. Through all of this Peter had never had to contend with the scent of feminine arousal and now that he did he prayed for death. Please God, drown him right here in pussy. If his urges cannot be endured then allow that which drives them most completely to consume him entirely.  

He reached out his tongue and started to fumble in the folds. Rose's whole body tensed up as he explored her; as he tongued his way to her clit she stopped holding herself at this minor remove and dropped her weight fully onto his face. Gasping with pleasure as his features made their presence felt inside her.

Alice started to stroke Rose's head as she lost herself in riding Peter. Tossing back her head, mouth agape in search of Alice's fingers to fuck her face. Alice obliged of course, she loved to give Rose everything.

Peter loved eating pussy.  The beauty of it, the smell of it, the intoxicating thrill of it.  And he was delighted by Rose’s sex.  She tasted like mana from heaven and her groans seemed to heal him on a spiritual level.  Which was necessary because the aching was off the charts.  Between the vibrator, Rose’s sensory deliciousness and his passionate appreciation, this was a new level of yearning denied.  It permeated even this blissful activity with a devouring hunger.

The more Rose's hips bucked at his attentions and the more she cried out in joy, the deeper his desperation drilled. The more awful the vibrator on his cock became, the more mad he was driven.  He found his only reprieve was to lick harder; his only path to the next phase of discomfort, to eat more diligently.  He tuned himself to her frequency, dialled his tongue to her rhythm; lost himself in the focus on her pleasure.

Rose was deliberately holding herself on the edge.  If she allowed herself the floods would come at any moment.  But she wanted to string this out as long as possible.  She wasn’t ignorant to Peter’s suffering, quite the opposite, she was sympathetic to it in the best way possible.  She understood it and she cherished it.  She would not waste a shred of it.

Alice was being treated to quite a show. She didn’t usually get to watch Rose on the edge of orgasm with this much available attention. Flicking between that awesomeness and Peter's oh so poor cock twitching awkwardly in the air was a hoot. She could see the sinew strain in his arms and Rose's juices sluice down his chin. She contemplated tickling his feet but that simply gave her a better idea.

Rose came like an avalanche. As she cried out her beautiful song of sex Peter released his own chorus of guttural groans and pained moans. Rose was shaking atop his face and squeezing her thighs together as she wrung the orgasm of all its magic by grinding and riding his face into dust.

They stayed like that for what felt like an age to Peter but for Rose the moment flew by. Alice had disappeared though Peter was hardly aware. Rose pulled up her skirt to expose Peter's eyes to the world and stroked the hair of his forehead between her thighs.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?” Rose spoke softly and warmly with a blissed out smile on her face.

Peter mumbled before ultimately attempting to convey his complex emotional condition with his eyes and forehead.

Alice reappeared sporting a rattan cane and a purple dildo attached to her harness.  

“You know I’m not sure that was quite suitable as a punishment.” as she swished the cane around.

Rose went to get up but Alice put a hand on her shoulder.  Peter was just a pair of eyes between her thighs at this point.

“Are you sure this is necessary?” Rose asked without conviction.

“Of course it isn’t necessary babe.  Don’t pretend like you aren’t going to enjoy this.” 

Rose looked down at Peter and gave him a ‘She got me’ shrug.

“Peter sweetie, just to be clear.  I’m going to cane the soles of your feet.  It’s going to be excruciating and Rose is going to go hog wild on your screaming.  Is that something you can get behind?” Alice was tapping the cane gently against his feet as she spoke. “If the answer is yes then just start licking her clit.”

There was pregnant pause where Rose and Alice looked at each other before Rose took a sharp intake of breath and convulsed slightly.

The Cane swished through the air before landing cleanly across the sole of his left foot. Peter tried to howl in pain but all the energy dissipated in Rose's pussy. Rose lurched back into pre orgasmic spasm, her sex still tingling with the sensitivity of her last dance.

\*Crack\*

His right sole this time. Fresh agony. A line of fire searing deeper by the second. It was so shocking to him. Unlike anything he'd experienced. He'd stood on a piece of glass as a child, that came closest, but in his presently addled state this was orders of magnitude worse.

Peter tried to howl again but now Rose had taken to actively grinding into his squeals. Her engine was humming, he felt like he might be drowning. Perhaps today was a good day to die?

His left sole lit up again, this line criss-crossing the first. As bad as the last one and worse where it counted. He was babbling now, an incoherent mess of screams and grunts and sobs, all of it lost to the waves of Rose's sexual ecstasy.

Right sole. Left sole. Left, left, left. Right, right, right. No time between, no time to process or prepare. Just pain. Just pain and the grunts from Alice; pain and Roses gushing pleasure.  Pain and the crushing pressure of her thighs; pain and that goddamn fucking vibrator.  His consciousness was being drowned by sensation.  

Rose came again, quieter, but more shocking; something she never saw coming and couldn't fend off as she pleased, some hellish noise from Peter had hit a frequency that pushed her clean over the cliff.

Alice was breathing heavily. Not from exertions but from sexual frenzy. She absolutely delighted in inflicting pain, even more so bringing Rose to orgasm. This had been an intensely arousing few minutes as she dragged her good friend through hell for her exacting satisfaction.

Peter felt his coherence returning in the same frame as his chair being righted, pain as his feet hit the floor, shocking him straight. His luscious and rapacious companions for the evening, stowing their sexual ambitions long enough to bring him back to the relative normalcy of being tied naked to a chair, upright. Rose also hit the off button on the vibrator and prayed Alice didn't see.

As his eyes adjusted to their renewed field of vision, he properly took note of Alice’s purple, strap on penis and the way Rose looked longingly at it.

“Now Peter, I won't lie, that was fantastic thank you. Turning your screams into her pleasure warms my heart and my pussy.   But it's probably time for you to ask me to put the cage back on.” Her voice ran the gamut from exalted joy to sombre sincerity as she moved through the phases.

Peter was about to say please. To beg again to cum. But as ashamed as he was to admit it, he had learned his lesson. He knew that's not how his night was ending.

“Why?” Peter gasped.

“Why what sweetie?” Amping up the babying tone, but her mocking condescension contained sincere interest.

“Why are you being so cruel? Haven't I..” the words caught in his throat as the tears and cries fell out of him. “Haven't I suffered enough? Haven't I earned it?”

Rose couldn't look at him. This was Alice's gig. 

“Oh you poor baby!” again, mocking but sincere. She knelt down between his legs and locked eyes.

“I'm being this cruel to you because I LOVE IT! Maybe you didn't know that about me when you handed me the keys, but there is nothing hotter to me than making you put yourself through hell for my amusement. But the reason that's easy for me, the reason I get to bask in it, the reason I have no incentive whatsoever to make it any easier on you, is because you want this from me. This is your fantasy.”

Peter was dumbfounded by her bluntness and the obvious truth of it. All he had to do at any time was ask for better treatment and mean it. She'd offered him a Goldilocks middle ground of curating the experience and he'd dismissed it. This was his fantasy and it only worked if Alice had absolute control of it.

“You're making my dreams come true.” Peter croaked

“And I have a lot of fun doing it!” Her eyes beamed with a glinting tear.

Peter stared at her and her sincere emotional engagement. All the teasing and cruelty lost in her authentic affection, for Peter as a friend and for their new connection..

Peter sniffed at his tears. Wishing he could dry his eyes.

“Please, would you lock me up and send me home alone?”

“Of course I will darling!” She gave him a big kiss on the forehead as she stood.

Rose appeared beside her with the cage and Alice took it from her.

“Now, how do you want me to get that dick down?”

Peter looked down at his crotch, in all the emotional outpouring he assumed he'd gone soft but his dick was still standing at attention..

“Usually I'd suggest putting your junk in a bowl of ice, but you've been so good, how about a bite job?”

Rose smirked. Peter looked confused.

“Uhh what?”

“You know I've never put a real dick in my mouth before so this would be a privilege for you no other man has ever had.” Alice was practically foaming at the mouth.

“You.. you want to bite my dick?”

“I do sweetie but only really hard bites and only if you ask for it.” She pulled her arms together to push up her tits and fluttered her eyes while she spoke.

Peter looked at Rose, he didn’t know what for. She burst out laughing and started groping Alice's ass. Alice was adoring the attention.

Peter blew out a big sigh and steadied himself for one last heave.

“Please Alice, please bite my dick.” He said the words and locked himself into a new low for inviting his own destruction. 

“Yay!” Alice exclaimed.  Dropping to her knees once more and ripping the vibrator off his dick. 

Cage in her left hand at the ready, she held his gaze as she moved her mouth closer to make sure he was looking. Baring her teeth like a vampire as she got within range. She tilted her head and came in from the side, clamping both rows of teeth down on the middle of his shaft.

Peter had discovered several new worlds of pain in the last few days, so he shouldn't have been shocked, but it was shocking. An erect penis being entirely unlike any other external body part, there was nothing like teeth gnawing into his hydraulic pump. 

He gasped in pain and now couldn't bear to look. She'd locked in, clamped down and was holding on. Peter looked to Rose for sympathy or support but she was too engrossed in Alice's action.

“Mrurgj ish hit working?” Alice pushed out the garbled words without ceasing her gnashing.

“Uhm..” Rose peered closer to look. “Honestly if anything it looks like he might be harder.”

Alice released his dick and Peter gushed with relief.

“Oh no!” Alice said with mock concern and sincere glee. “We've hurt his dick and made him hornier, whatever will we do now?”

Peter was near hyperventilating. He felt Alice's right hand grab his painful, sore shaft; looked down to see her guiding the head towards her mouth. Her eyes played innocent, like he was about to get the best blowjob of his life.

Peter was desperate to beg her not to do it. His mouth formed the word please over and over again, but he didn't say it. He took a deep breath, calmed himself and then she bit it.

She didn't build up to it, just chomped down hard from the off. The shaft had been an extremely unusual pain, this was characterised entirely by intensity. It was world ending pain. It had the urgency of danger and he shrieked with fright and terror.

Rose was rubbing herself against Alice as she worked, this might have turned Peter on more, but this pain was sufficient for the job. His dick was dying. This particular nightmare was over. On to the next.

He felt the metal slide into place and heard the click of the lock shut.

“You can think of this as dick protection if it makes you feel better.” Alice smiled and grinned from between his legs.  Peter couldn't bear to look down.  His eyes screwed shut, he sobbed and heaved ragged breaths with the pain still freshly rattling through him.

Alice stood up. As she did Peter’s eyes became uncommonly wide.  She had the cage in her hands.  He looked down and saw his deflated penis, not locked.  Free.

“You earned enough brownie points sweetie.  Besides, I know Rose is desperate to blow you for real.  I can never deny her anything.” she said before leaning in close to whisper. “You’ll just have to have a sore dick for it.”

Peter reeled in his chair.  Unprepared as he was for this quality of good news.  All his agony and suffering juxtaposed now with a reward more ultimate than any he'd previously imagined.  At the start of the night his wildest fantasy involved masturbating alone in his bed and now Rose was looking at him like dessert.

Rose took off her dress and her boots to be fully naked and the seduction in her movements towards him blew Peter's mind.  Her leg swung over his lap and her warm, moist crotch arrived just above his own sore member.  She put her arms around his neck and started kissing around his mouth and jaw.  Exploring him with her tongue and lips.  Pulling herself up to offer her small breasts and stiff nipples for him to nibble and lick.  Giving him a veritable buffet of her delights.

In spite of his pain and exhaustion, it took mere seconds of this before the sore tip of his dick began knocking at the door of her sex.  Rose responded to the request by sliding her clit around his dick; his neck and dick forming two ends of a makeshift pole for her routine.  Peter was awestruck.  It was all he could do not to cum as she worked him like this, but he desperately wanted to make it to the blow job.

Alice drank in the show.  She hadn’t planned it this way.  At least that’s what she told herself.  But she had made it possible; had kept this eventuality on the table.  Seeing it come together like this was deeply gratifying to her.  She loved the view she had of Rose on a regular basis but the third person perspective had its perks.  And Peter wasn’t so bad either; he’d be less entertaining the moment he came, that was par for the course.  It was okay, she was already planning his first one month mission. 

The End

Credits roll
Music: Alice What's the Matter? by Terrorvision.