Chapter Seven
At the club, we walked proudly into the dungeon room where a play scene was already in full swing. Master Mike greeted us and shook Norman’s hand, commenting on how lovely his ladies looked. Norman peered approvingly around the room after Courtney pointed out all the equipment and said he wanted to see his little girls play together.
“Where?” Bettie asked with a grin.
Norman pointed to the cage.
“I think that looks like fun. Why don’t you get Bettie strapped in?” he asked.
We nodded obediently and walked over to the cage, setting our drinks down on the table next to it. I walked in first and waited for Bettie to follow, inspecting the straps along the cage that we could use. Bettie looked timidly at the straps.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You’ll be alright. This is different.”
Bettie took a deep breath and took my hand in hers, pressing her forehead to mine.
“Keep me safe,” she whispered.
“Of course,” I said. “I will never let anything bad happen to you.”
Courtney walked up beside us and took Bettie’s hand. I helped her lean against the cage, wrapping a strap around her wrist as Courtney did the other. She was shaking a bit as we strapped in her ankles, but she calmed down when I knelt to the ground and started massaging her thighs. Norman stood near the entrance of the cage and kept his arms folded as he watched us move. Courtney pulled up Bettie’s dress and cupped her breasts, causing her to moan. A small group of patrons had gathered near the entrance of the cage next to Norman to watch. He smiled wide.
I was pleasantly surprised to find Bettie wasn’t wearing panties. She must have removed them before we got into The Dungeon and I smiled as I pressed my lips into her soaked peach. A soft moan came from her lips and I looked up to find Courtney trailing kisses along her collarbone, gently twisting a nipple between her fingers. It was a delightful sight that inspired me to dig my tongue deeper, eliciting sweet juices to flow into my mouth. Her thighs were quivering. I kept them still with my hands as I lapped at her delicious fruit.
Charged with excitement, Bettie rolled her hips forward and I gripped her legs, Courtney leaning in to take a nipple between her lips. She sucked dutifully at each breast and nibbled her neck, her mouth hanging open in a state of ecstasy. I could hear the crowd behind us chatting intermittently.
“Such a good girl,” said one.
“And so beautiful,” said another.
“What’s your secret, Norman?” asked Master Mike.
“Kidnapping,” he said with a chuckle.
My heart sank. Did he really mean that? I slid my fingers over Bettie’s sweet peach and looked back to see him joking with the other patrons. Just behind him was a familiar man in a pale mask, eying us with a glimmer of playfulness in his eyes. It was Stanley. A smile crossed my lips when I saw him and I went back to eating the fruit in front of me, inspired to lick with more fervor. Bettie groaned as she pulled against her restraints and the crowd gasped with excitement.
“She’s close,” one of them commented.
It caused me a smile and I inserted one finger into her peach, digging deep to find the special place within that would make her pop. I was devastating her control. It was evident in the way she bucked into my mouth, each roll of my tongue causing her to gyrate as she drew closer to her climax. I watched as Courtney slipped her tongue into Bettie’s mouth and another round of moans were muffled by their impassioned kiss. I could feel Stanley watching.
In mere moments, Bettie was shivering and baying against the cage. Her body rattled as I lapped feverishly and her feminine portal opened to release a rush of fluid that I licked up happily. Another loud cry signaled her finale and she collapsed, consumed by satisfaction. A round of applause erupted behind us and I rose to kiss Courtney who licked away the nectar from my face. Norman came forward and kissed each one of us, congratulating us on a beautiful performance.
“Did my girls enjoy that?” he asked.
“Yes, we did,” Courtney said.
“Good. Let’s get hydrated and do that again,” Norman said.
We took Bettie out of her restraints and propped her up, fanning her to cool her off as someone brought her water. I turned to accept the cup and found Stanley, unmasked, handing it over to me. I stood frozen for a moment.
“What do you say, little one?” Norman asked.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Norman smiled approvingly.
“You have very obedient girls,” Stanley commented. “It’s quite refreshing. My old playmate was particularly bratty.”
“They’re very good to me,” Norman commented as I lowered my eyes to the cup. “They’re so sweet.”