RSAHNP - Vivian’s Dungeon (Patreon)

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Hammer
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Ron was looking for Justine in the mansion.

For no apparent reason at all.

He just hadn’t seen her in a while. It was Saturday so she was usually at the Mansion. She preferred it here to her own home.

Here she had access to a full equipped lab and some company - her parents were never home.

Ron was thinking this through when he had searched the game room and the kitchen, and then it hit him that she of course would be in the lab with Vivian.

Ron set a course for the lab.

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In the lab Vivian was connecting some monitors in order to fix the newest workstation - it had had some minor bugs in the screens.

She was smiling. She was even humming one of Britina’s greatest hits.

The doors opened and she turned her head to look. Her smile grew wider.

Ron Stoppable - her love had decided to come visit her.

Vivian: Ronnie!

Vivian spread out her arms and walked towards Ron. She ensnared him in a hug and kissed him passionately. Ron kissed her back, but he kept looking around even under the kiss. Usually Justine wouldn’t miss watching Ron and Vivian kiss each other. She loved watching before she got a kiss herself.

When Vivian finally broke the kiss she looked at Ron like she could set aside all her work and have a break.

Vivian: I am a little busy, but I am also very aroused… So, if I may help myself…

Vivian knelt and Ron didn’t stop her or protest. She opened his pants and out flung his member already standing at attention from her kiss and hug.

Vivian: Always an impressive display.

And with that, Vivian swallowed Ron whole.

Ron kept looking for Justine in the lab, even as Vivian gave him a full blow job. This was something Justine would never miss. She loved watching Ron and Vivian have sex. Ron suspected she might love it more, or at least just as much as having sex herself.

Vivian was eager, no question about that. Maybe it was because she could taste the essence of Shego still lingering on Ron’s cock.

With a grunting growl, Ron came, and Vivian swallowed it as he shot it down her throat.

The blonde bombshell smiled up at Ron, with every indication she wanted to continue to the next part of the scenario. But she noticed Ron was a little absent, he even seemed worried.

Vivian: Ronnie, my love, what is bothering you?

Ron stroked her head as he looked around one last time and then down at his blonde.

Ron: Sorry, Vivian, I am just… I am worried for Justine.

Vivian blinked and seemed a little surprised.

Vivian: Uhm… Why are you worried for Justine, my love?

Vivian was stroking Ron’s cock to erect it again, and to keep a hands on- like situation. She also liked the tip of Ron’s member to tease him. The taste of his cum was strongest here.

Ron, now under the stimuli of Vivian’s handjob and tongue, had issues talking in straight sentences.

Ron: I… I was… under the impression… she wanted to hang today and… and…

Vivian was really licking his dicks tip thoroughly.

Ron: And… And I can’t… FIND her… and… she isn’t - answering… any… calls… oh fuck…

Ron came a little again. Vivian was milking the lasting sperm in his cock out like a pro. She knew he had a ton leftovers in his dick. She just needed to get it out.

Vivian: I wouldn’t worry about Justine, my love. She is perfectly fine.

Vivian was still stroking Ron’s cock, like it was the most wonderful of pleasures just to observe the blood pumping male organ of reproduction in full power just in front of her eyes. Her smile was ever present.

Ron: Have… have you seen her?

Vivian: Not for a few hours, no. But she is fine.

Vivian answered promptly. And she was still fixated on Ron’s cock.

Ron’s brows met in a confused gaze.

Ron: How… do you know, if you haven’t seen her?

Vivian: I have seen her, Ron… I just haven’t seen her in a few hours.

She finally looked up at Ron. Her gaze was slightly less appreciative, and a little more… annoyed?

Ron: But… Do you know where she is?

Vivian’s mouth opened slightly. As if she wanted to answer him, but for some reason couldn’t. Ron noticed her grip around his dick had become tighter and she didn’t stroke him anymore.

When Ron moved his abdomen to get a little blood into his dick, Vivian smiled and began stroking again.

Vivian: Yes. I know where she is.

She kept looking up at Ron, and kept stroking him.

For minutes, she kept stroking him, and kissing his dick. Finally, Ron had had enough.

Ron: Vivian, where is she?

Ron didn’t quite yell, but he had understood that Vivian was playing a game, and he was really not in the mood for that. He was worried about Justine, and wanted to see her.

Vivian sighed: Ron, I…

Ron looked seriously at her, and Vivian finally seemed to understand.

Vivian: Okay. I will show you, but Ron… Will you please… Please keep this a secret between you, me and Justine?

Ron didn’t understand.

Vivian: Ron! Please promise you won't tell anyone.

Ron nodded, remembering where Vivian was holding him: Okay, okay, I promise. I promise not to tell anyone.

Vivian smiled. She stood up and kissed Ron quickly.

Vivian: Follow me.

Still holding his cock in her hand, she led him to a huge shelf. She touched one of the books and there was a little ‘bip’ sound. And then the shelf moved to the side.

Ron marveled. There was a metal door. Or at least Ron thought it was a door. It had no real edges or doorknob.

There was only a panel with buttons.

Vivian used her free right hand to type in some numbers and then, there was a ‘whush’ and the door opened before them.

Vivian smiled at Ron, and Ron was questioning his desire to know, but Vivian was still holding his dick in a firm grip, so she pretty much led him, by the balls.

Behind the door was an elevator. Not too big, but certainly not small. Ron initially thought it was for cargo or supplies, or maybe samples that Vivian kept in a basement storage. Perhaps in the bunker under the mansion.

But it seemed unlikely - she wouldn’t hide a cargo elevator behind a shelf in her lab. And he sincerely doubted she would have another secret lab, in her already private lab…

Vivian: This part of the mansion I made in secret. I had to remove the memory core from all my construction robots to delete the information around it.

Ron: Where are we going?

Vivian looked over at him. She was still smiling and still stroking his cock in her hand.

Vivian: To my private dungeon.

Ron gulped.

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The doors opened shortly after. Ron felt they were definitely on the same level as the bunker.

It wasn’t really what he had expected. Ron had seen enough videos of BDSM to understand what a woman like Vivian meant, when she said dungeon.

Ron had expected dark walls, badly lit rooms and some creepy instruments. But instead, as they entered, the lights went on, and an area that Ron would describe as a luxurious suite in the mansion over them was revealed to him.

Sure, there were no windows, but the interior made do with what it had. Instead of windows, there were terrariums with growing, beautiful and flourishing tropical plants from all over the world.

Some of these terrariums were so big Ron actually thought they were big enough to contain pretty large animals - like in a zoo. In fact - it was like a little private zoo.

The furniture was kept in white leather and was simple, yet elegant. The same style as in the mansion. The furniture was placed around the walls, and next to the terrariums.

There were several sculptures in white marble. All portrayed women and/or men in romantic situations. Kissing or… sex. Most of the sculptures were man sized.

Several of the walls had beautiful water running down the bare rocks.

There was a bar for drinks, and doors that led to other rooms.

But the thing that kept this dungeon from being just another suite or living room, was the BDSM instruments and special furniture that was sampled as a center of the room.

There were all the popular ones. Including small cages with titanium bars.

Middle Aged devices for constriction. Straps and beams for every Masochist pleasure. Chairs and thrones alike, for slaves and queens.

Everything was held in light, and elegant colors and all was - almost disturbingly clean and neat.

Vivian: Probably not what you expected, given your porn collection.

She smiled at Ron, who blushed a bit.

Ron: Not quite… but… I should have known you would have a great taste in this as well.

Vivian stroked Ron’s dick.

Vivian: It’s good to compliment your Dungeon Queen, but… You wanted to see Justine. Come.

Vivian led Ron by his dick to a white box.

The box was big, sure, but… it was hard to imagine a person could be down there.

Vivian finally let go of Ron’s dick. She knelt down, kissed it, and then she went over to the box.

Ron saw there was a lock on the box. Vivian turned it’s numbers and it sprung open.

She removed the lock and opened the lid.

Ron looked into the content - he saw hay.

Vivian: Hmm, she is sleeping. Usually when I open she is ready to be pulled out. A moment, please.

Then Vivian stuck her hand down in one of the ends of the box.

Vivian: There you are.

Vivian was very nonchalant. Almost irritated in her voice.

She pulled up and Ron saw a person - a woman, dressed in a black full face leather mask and a huge gag ball come to his sight. Vivian was pulling in the hair of the person - which was coming out of the mask in a topped ponytail.

Vivian: Here she is, my love.

Justine - for it really had to be her, was dressed in all black leather - if you could call it dressed.

Her suit was that of leather straps with chain links at certain places. A choker chain around her neck. And elsewhere humiliatingly exposed. Vivian pulled Justine up so she was standing.

She was very rough with her.

Vivian: I probably should explain, Ron. You see. Justine is my sub. My slave, my pet - you know, a rose by any other name. But sometimes Justine comes and asks to be put in her box and left there for some time. I am a very generous and loving mistress and when it is something as dull as the box, I just dress her up to her liking and shove her down there.

Ron blinked.

Vivian: It is only if we are not too busy of course. Justine has told me it helps her focus, but I don’t really care for her reasons. She is a pain-loving bug, and I don’t mind at all.

Ron was stunned by how Vivian addressed her.

Vivian must have noticed.

Vivian: Ron, my love. This is a playground. Here the rules are different. Justine is insignificant down here. She is just another toy to use and pack away when you are done. Upstairs, she is my equal in - almost - every sense of the word.

Ron gawked at Justine’s dressing. If he didn’t know her body and ass as well as he did, he couldn’t really tell it was her. The face mask covered her eyes. Only her nose and mouth were visible.

Justine was chewing on her gag ball and drooling.

Vivian: The whore thinks I am going to play with her. She can’t hear me when the mask’s ear canceling is on. It’s part of her isolation in the box. But now that I have pulled her out she thinks my appetite is back and I want to use her.

Vivian grabbed one of Justine’s nipples and twisted it very hard. Justine, not surprisingly howled in pain.

Ron was about to intervene, but then Vivian stopped and let the crying Justine go.

Vivian: She needs to remember she is just a toy down here.

Vivian slapped Justine’s tit and once again, Justine howled into her gag ball, which killed the sounds a bit.

Vivian: Well, now you know, Ron. And if there isn’t anything else I will put Justine back.

Ron: No!

Vivian looked at Ron. She saw. He was excited. His cock was huge and dripping with pre-cum.

A surprised and smiling Vivian looked up at Ron again.

Ron: I mean… uhm… perhaps… you and Justine… could give me… a tour of the instruments. I mean… now that I have disturbed her alone time.

Vivian: The instruments?

Ron shrugged his shoulders: If… if you have time…

Vivian’s smile turned into a grin.

Vivian: Oh Justine… you are in for a treat.

She licked the mask and pulled her out of it.

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Ron looked over Justine’s outfit as she came out the box.

Vivian had decided to go full mistress, so she needed to change. She went into a separate room.

Justine was standing in high heels and her feet were tied together with a chain. Her hands and arms were tied tightly behind her back and she had a butt plug up her ass and a vibrating egg in her pussy.

Vivian had told Ron he could pull and touch her wherever he wanted. She was just a slave, and he was to consider her nothing but an interesting object. A plaything.

It was not easy to say if Justine knew he was there. She couldn’t hear or see, but Ron had the idea it was not the first time Justine had been shown to others in this dress up.

Ron touched her gently, and every time Justine quivered under his touch. She expected (or wanted) pain, not caressing. Or perhaps she had simply been taught that, after gentle touch, comes the pain.

Ron knelt and looked at her pussy - she was soaking wet. A leather strap ran in between and kept her from pushing out the vibrator egg inside her.

Vivian: Sometimes I shove a huge dildo up her cunt and ass, but… I felt like torturing her today.

Ron looked back.

He gawked. There stood Vivian, dressed in a fitting Dominatrix getup.

High heeled, black leather boots that stopped at the middle of her thighs. A daring leather suit and gloves, and even she had a choker. She looked dominantly marvelous. Her pussy, ass and tits were exposed, but uplifted, like a goddess of pain.

She smiled at Ron, who felt a tremble. But he was not an object to her. Justine was her object. She came over bearing a chain, not unlike that you put on a huge dog.

She hinged it on Justine’s choker, and gave her face a slap.

Justine let out some deep sighs.

Vivian undid the leather strap that ran over Justine’s pussy.

Vivian: And we don’t need that at the moment.

Vivian pulled out the vibrator egg.

Vivian: And Ron might wanna screw your ass too.

Vivian gave Justine’s ass a good slap, and Justine bent her back to expose her rear.

Vivian grabbed the butt plug and pulled it out.

Vivian: There we go.

She slapped Justine again, and she stood upright again.

Vivian pulled hard in her chain and Justine nearly stumbled to follow her.

Vivian came over to Ron, and grabbed his arm, like they were just a couple out walking the dog.

Vivian: What do you want to see, my love?

Ron: Uhhh…

Ron looked around. He had no idea what he wanted to see.

Ron: I… I don’t know…

Vivian: Then how about I show you some of my favorites - a day of life in my playground.

Vivian looked around.

Vivian: Ah, yes of course. The perfect start.

Vivian led Ron over to something that resembled a plank on legs - not unlike those in a gym.

Vivian pointed to the ceiling. Ron saw a chain hanging from above. It had a mechanism which made it roll up and down.

Vivian led over Justine and touched a button on the back of her neck. She looked over at Ron.

Vivian: It is the noise cancellation I am putting off now, my love. She can’t very well heed my demands if she can’t hear them.

She switched the button on.

Vivian: Plank. Down.

Justine obeyed immediately, the best she could. She was still tied up in hands and legs.

But with Vivian’s help she laid down on the plank, on her stomach, with legs spread.

Vivian let go of the chain on her choker and removed the chain between her legs.

She then replaced it with a titanium bar, just about 3 feet in length.

This bar she connected to two chains from the ceiling. One at each end. She then pushed a button on the plank and Ron heard an engine start. Vivian held Justine’s head at one end, and the plank lowered itself slightly.

As the plank lowered, the chains in Justine’s heels lifted her upwards.

Justine was moaning and whimpering, but Vivian didn’t take notice.

Vivian: It is so tiresome when they think I care.

Justine was lifted up by her feet, and soon she was hanging heads down. Still moaning and whimpering she was also twisting and turning slightly.

Vivian: Now Ron, if you want to join in, just go for it.

Vivian went for an elegant display with whips. All sorts of whips.

Vivian: Now that whimpering we have to get out of her. This is how I usually begin with Justine. She is very new to this, and I really can’t stand their complaining.

She grabbed a nine tailed cat and swung it around as she walked over to Justine.

Vivian: WILL YOU FUCKING SHUT UP ALREADY!

Vivian landed a blow on Justine’s abdomen. Justine understandably cried out in pain and agony.

Vivian kept whipping her slave.

Justine was now swinging upside down, and Ron could hear her whimper. He was seriously beginning to question if Justine really liked this.

Vivian: Want to try?

Vivian handed Ron the whip. She was all smiling, like this was the best of games.

Ron: I, I am not sure, Vivian… are you sure Justine enjoys this?

Vivian: Ron, this is NOT about her enjoyment. She is OUR plaything. This is about all we want to do to her and not caring about how she feels. That’s the whole point of it. Taking pleasure in her pain.

Ron gulped. He had often taken Vivian’s confidence as a sign she was a little sadistic. She was always pulling Shego’s hair when they had sex in a threesome.

But this was something else entirely.

Vivian smiled: Perhaps whipping her is a little early. But that you should surely use.

She pointed at Ron’s erected member.

She walked over to Justine. She touched the gag ball and shoved it deeper into Justine’s mouth. Justine - who had clenched down hard on it, opened her mouth wider.

Vivian undid the ties of the gag ball and removed it. She then replaced it with a gag ring.

Justine gasped for air. Vivian slapped her over her face. She touched all the drool she had and smeared it over her mouth and mask.

Vivian: You sloppy filthy beast. Open wide!

Justine obeyed and opened her mouth as wide as she could.

Vivian: There you go. Fuck her face.

Ron hesitated for a moment, then he looked at the pathetic Justine. He saw how her mouth was literally waiting for him to fuck it.

A distant voice in his head felt contempt for the slave that hung in front of him. It wasn’t hate, but a desire to punish her. It was like a thorny, spiky stream of poison that rose up through his body.

He stepped in front of her, aligned his cock with her open mouth. He grabbed hold of her back head with one hand - and with the other he held one of her arms.

Then, he shoved his dick into her mouth, and into her throat.

The move sent a jack through Justine’s body. But she had deepthroated him before, she was accustomed to it now - but he wondered if she expected him to ravish her. He was wondering if she even knew he was there.

But now she knew, and damn did he enjoy it.

Ron began moving. Since her throat now technically went upwards, he was really fucking her throat. And this new angle was exciting. The sensation of her throat was amazing. Ron kept feeling the pressure all around his cock and it was so intoxicating to his mind. He felt like bursting into Justine at any moment now.

Vivian: Remember to allow her to breathe once in a while, my love.

Ron blinked and quickly dragged himself out of her mouth.

Justine let out a huge gasp for air. She coughed and spewed a load of saliva out which covered her face.

Like a diver, Justine packed the air she took in, and then, Ron continued his fucking.

This time he wanted to cum - and he did. He sank in as deep as he could… which was to his balls. Justine was magnificent at sucking him.

And then, with a volcanic like blast - his sperm left his cock and shot into Justine’s stomach. Justine let out some truly grotesque notices all the time, and she was shaking her legs and her ass was almost vibrating.

Vivian came over and slapped Justine’s pussy - which was right in front of Ron’s face.

Vivian: She still comes whenever her handler does - charming but not a trait well appreciated among slaves. I am still working on her bad habits. She has to learn to ask permission to cum.

Ron kept cumming. When he finally had spent his last, he was dragging it out.

Vivian then lifted Justine's head in her ponytail and bent her backwards.

At this moment Ron saw a grate in the floor, right under Justine.

Vivian forcefully stuck two fingers into Justine’s mouth and provoked her reflex to vomit.

Vivian: I don’t wanna play with you on a full stomach. Release it!

Justine coughed and then her body made a spasm and she made the puking sounds.

What came out was all of Ron’s sperm. Slightly white and still thick.

Vivian: Good heavens Ron, you do really cum like a bull.

Justine vomited again, and spewed out more sperm.

Vivian: Are you empty, sperm sack?

Justine moaning and gasping let out a sound that sounded like: Aha…

Justine couldn’t really form words over the gag ring in her mouth.

Vivian slapped her over the face: Answer me, you filthy sack!

Justine: ESH! Ey Isstress, ESH! I aaag Encty! (YES! My Mistress, YES! I am Empty!)

Vivian: There’s a girl.

Vivian let go of Justine’s hair, and that made her swing like a pendulum. Moaning and gasping.

Vivian walked over to Ron, who was looking in awe at the scene.

She placed her arms around his neck as a lover would. She was smiling and gave him a warm and loving tongue kiss.

Vivian: How was that, my love?

Ron smiled at her. He had as usual placed his hands on her ass.

Ron: Amazing. So… how much more can you show me?

Vivian smiled and her smile broadened.

Vivian: All of it.

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The next they tried was hanging Justine again - but this time not with her head down.

When she was once again laying on the plank, Vivian undid the buckles on her feet. She then removed the titanium bar and slapped Justine’s ass.

Vivian: Assume Position 3.

Justine moved her knees upwards and with some trouble she managed to lift her wonderful rump. Ron saw how she was dripping from her pussy.

Vivian came over with more straps.

She smiled at Ron when she saw he was carefully watching her every move.

Vivian clicked on the noise canceling again.

Vivian: She knows what is gonna happen now. She needs not hear more. Gives us time to talk privately.

Ron: You are very nonchalant about this, you know.

Vivian: Why wouldn’t I be? This is my hobby. And I am damn good at it. And I also love it.

Vivian tied the straps around Justine’s legs. This forced Justine’s legs to bend so she was almost standing on her knees with lifted feet. The straps had rings fastened, like those mountain climbers use to fasten their equipment.

More straps were tied and then chains that connected Justine from head to rear were placed in a connecting bolt.

The chain from the ceiling came down, and Vivian tied it to Justine.

Then, a chain from Justine’s headdress was tied to the ceiling chain. Then Vivian hit a button and Justine was lifted up in the air, and the plank sunk into the floor again.

Once again, Justine was suspended in mid air.

This time, it was obviously for her pussy to be used - though Ron could see if he wanted to, he could also play with her mouth. But he just did that.

She made the chain pull Justine higher up than before.

Vivian smiled at Ron and went over to Justine. Then she began massaging Justine’s tits. It reminded Ron a bit of a mechanic hoisting up a car to view the underside.

Justine was moaning under Vivian’s carassing - which was rather rough.

Vivian: She is growing. When you get her pregnant I think she will be as big as me, or Adrena. But at the moment she still has very sensitive and gentle boobs. Wanna see them.

Ron had seen them countless times, but not like this. Hanging like meat from Justine, who was still moaning in pleasure.

Vivian: I usually only do this with Selene, but I think it will be fun on Justine too.

Vivian went over to another table, while Ron was still fondling Justine’s tits. He tried to be gentle, but found that Justine didn’t even respond to that. He then pulled her nipples hard down and she let out a scream of pleasure. He squished and turned her tits in his hands, and that she loved even more.

Vivian: That’s it Ron, make her howl. That’s what she likes. Which is why I wanna try these.

She had brought over something that looked like weights in straps.

She tied the straps hard to Justine’s nipples and let the chains dangle under her.

Vivian then placed the weights in the straps and gravity made Justine howl again.

Vivian: Selene hates them, but I love to torture her tits. It brings me pleasure so I always put them on her, when we are down here.

Ron: Can she feel them?

Vivian: Selene? Hardly - she says, but I am sure she is pretending. She can’t lie to me. She is pretending they are boring to discourage me from using them. But I know for a fact she feels them.

Ron: What now?

Vivian made the ceiling chain lower Justine so she was back in more usable height. She was still moaning and whimpering. Sometimes the weights met each other and clanked.

Vivian: Have fun.

Vivian stood next to Justine and Ron understood now he could play.

He walked up to Justine’s mouth and just to get his dick good and messy, he stuck it into her mouth, grabbed the chain and began swinging her back and forward.

It was wonderful. Justine was the most wonderful of toys.

After a few minutes, Ron pulled his cock from Justine’s mouth and walked back to her pussy.

He lined it up, and finally… he nailed her. Justine let out a scream of joy and passion. Once again Ron grabbed the chain and pulled it back towards him while he hammered into Justine’s soaked pussy. He felt her clench around him and he knew she was cumming. Cumming like crazy.

Ron: Wow, she really likes it… she is a real freak.

Vivian: Tell me about it. Justine is the perfect masochist. She just wants to be dominated. She has sass and all the attitude on the surface, but deep down, she is one twisted puppy.

The way Ron fucked her, made Justine take a more upright position. It gave Vivian a chance to pull in the weights strapped to Justine’s tits. Justine, howled in agony and pain, but it made Vivian smile and laugh.

Ron: Do you fuck Selene like this too?

Vivian: Are you kiddin? I have hoisted Selene up like this, thousands of times. She is so horny - and after your nano-nite incident she is pretty much insatiable. But, fortunately you keep her well sated. It’s only to spice things up that she begs me to torment her a little down here.

Vivian made a frown: I have sometimes wondered who is the true mistress - me or Selene, because… I just now realized that I never ever said no. And that is the trademark of a slave - not the mistress…

Justine screamed as Ron penetrated deeper in a far more forceful stroke. He kept pulling her back hard and Justine kept shaking all over her body. She was getting an intense and complete orgasm which left her in spasms and shaking like hell.

Ron: Fuck… I am cumming… so hard…

And it was true.

Ron once again filled up Justine’s pussy with an impressive amount of sperm. This clearly made the already howling Justine let out high pitched screams - as if she was trying to communicate with bats.

Ron: Damn… she is draining me… it’s like her pussy has a vice-like grip on my cock and is also milking me like a machine.

Vivian: I am not surprised. Justine has been infatuated with you for years before the Nano-nite incident. It’s not surprising that she now performs at an extra high capacity when you treat her like this.

Vivian grabbed Justine’s cheeks with a hand and made her face go squishy.

Vivian: You are such a good whore, yes you are… you are such a fortunate slave… that you have me, and now Master to abuse your worthless body all the time, yes you are…

Ron kept pulling hard back in the chain and he kept pumping into Justine in order to shoot every last drop as far into her as possible.

When he was finally empty and spent, he let go of the chain so Justine would swing away from him. Only… she didn’t. Her pussy was still clinging onto his dick in her intense orgasm.

Ron looked at it - it was surely a sight to behold. He looked over at Vivian who appeared utterly impressed.

She walked over to him and Justine, took a look at the situation and then giggled.

Vivian: Ah, not so impressive after all. She is just clinging to the vacuum you have created. Let me undo that.

Vivian placed a hand on Justine’s ass, then she stuck a finger inside her butthole. Justine made a whimper.

Vivian made a few small movements and then - Ron felt how Justine relaxed, and then, with an obscure sound - the vacuum was undone and Justine could hold on, no longer. Ron slit out of her, and Justine began swinging like a pendulum in front of them.

Ron: Wow. That was amazing. How did you know where to touch her?

Vivian smiled: At this point, I know Justine’s body better than she does. I know where to touch to reward her, and how to punish her. I know what turns her on, and what turns her off.

Ron: So… did you just turn her off?

Vivian: Nah. I just altered her focus. I rarely, if ever turn her off. I could play with her like this for days - if I hadn’t you, Selene or my work to consider.

Ron: Good, because I am not done.

Vivian was impressed. And she smiled.

Vivian: Well, my love… what next?

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Well, Ron wanted to fuck Justine’s ass like it had never been fucked before.

Shortly after Vivian had Justine down on the ground again.

She led her over to another device. Not that much unlike an old fashioned pillory.

Only difference was Justine wasn’t standing but sitting on a device which forced her knees to bend again. Once again, she was strapped up, and this time so tightly to the device that she couldn’t move, like at all.

Vivian: This device is perfect for ass fucking. She can’t fight, just take it.

Ron: Justine never fights when I want to fuck her ass. She loves it.

Vivian: I know, my love, but it’s about the idea that she can’t even if she tried. That is where the pleasure is. To her, it is ‘knowing’ it is futile to fight.

She massaged Justine’s ass and with her two middle fingers on each hand, she opened up her hole.

Vivian: She is very open, but do you want her lubed? It can make it more fun. And prevent her from walking like she had been rammed by a train tomorrow.

Ron: Sure, that sounds great. I prefer to watch her ass sway at me.

Vivian smiled and brought over a transparent bottle with a water like substance.

Vivian: It’s a good thing for Justine that you are such a sweetheart, Ron.

Vivian filled a syringe and sprayed it up in Justine’s ass. Justine was whimpering.

Vivian: And now she knows what is coming. Good thing she loves anal fun as much as any other of your girlfriends. She is ready for you.

Ron smiled.

Vivian: Ah, wait.

Vivian poured some lube over Ron’s dick and used her free hand to smear it all over.

Vivian: There. Give her ass a good hammering.

Ron smiled again. He lined up his dick with Justine’s ass. He saw she was literally gaping in anticipation. The transparent lube ran out of her.

Ron placed the head of his dick in her gaping hole, and pushed it in.

Though she was tight, the lube made it possible for him in one single push to go balls deep into her flesh.

Justine, still gagged with the ring and not the ball let out a genuine scream that ended in such a high pitch it was like she was trying to communicate with bats.

Almost as if her scream ended before she was complete.

Ron: Oh, fuck she is tightening up.

Vivian: Well, you just went balls deep in her ass in one quick push. I can’t really say I blame her.

Ron: I didn’t mean to… the lube… There was no resistance at all. Usually I have to work my way up your asses.

Vivian: Just fuck her already. It’s part of the fun to torment her.

Vivian, all smiling, slapped Justine again over her face.

Ron began moving, and in doing so Justine began breathing and moaning again.

It was incredible.

The lube took away some of the sensation from the resistance, but the free movement opened up other possibilities. Ron could move like a piston. And Justine’s ass was amazing.

Justine made noises. It was impossible for her not to. She couldn’t move or express her pleasure in any other way.

Vivian either watched Ron wreck her slaves ass, or she went up to Justine’s head. She was investigating why Justine had stopped moaning.

Vivian: Ah… she has had an orgasm and passed out. Wretched little thing.

Vivian gave her another slap to wake her up.

Vivian: You have not been given permission to pass out, you little whore. Pay attention to what your Master is doing to you.

Ron kept fucking her. He increasingly intensified his speed and rhythm. It was incredible. He once a while slapped Justine’s marvel of an ass, just to see her white skin turn pink and watch it move under his treatment.

Ron: Oooh, fuck, oh fuck! I am coming! I am gonna burst!

Vivian: Then do it in my slave's amazing ass, my love! Blow your load into her!

Ron sank his fingers into Justine’s asscheeks. He felt the burning sensation crawl over his back and fill his entire body. He became a volcano. A powerful tower of lust and strength, and it was about to pass from him, and into Justine.

With a growl and an extra hard jerk into Justine’s ass, he came.

Justine had been moaning and whimpering - she could clearly tell what was coming. But as Ron blew into her, he expected a scream… he wanted a scream. But she was silent.

Until, Vivian twisted her nipples and brought her back to Ron. In an instant she felt everything again and she screamed in pleasure fueled agony. Her body was shaking and she even managed to shake the pillory to which she was tied.

But Ron was merciless. He felt the primal god inside him move and twist, but he kept it at bay. He wanted to stay in control. He wanted to stay man in this case.

As Ron stopped moving, Justine stopped screaming. She was gasping for air and moaning in a particular manner that told Ron that she had felt the entire orgasm in full consciousness.

Vivian: That… was… Hot!

Ron nodded. He pulled his dick out of Justine’s ass and saw how his load flooded out of her hole.

Ron: I… can’t wait… to do that to Selene…

Vivian: Then meet me in the lab next Monday at 10am. And then I will have her tied up and ready for you. I bet you are spent now?

Ron nodded: A little… I need to sit down a bit.

Vivian: Take a seat. I will untie Justine and have her clean you up.

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Ron had taken place in the soft yet firm leather couches. He was spent at the moment. Shortly after, Vivian came over with Justine in her chain.

Vivian pressed the noise canceling button.

Vivian: Kneel.

Justine knelt down between Ron’s legs.

Vivian removed her gag ring.

She took Ron’s dick, which was half erected. She placed it in Justine’s mouth.

Vivian: Suck.

Then she pressed the noise canceling button again.

Justine began sucking.

Ron: Oh, damn… don’t you girls ever get tired?

Vivian giggled.

Vivian: Don’t worry, my love. This is just playing around. After all Justine knows nothing better than pleasing us. To her, you and I are gods in the flesh. And she considers herself our born acolyte. We are to use her as we see fit.

Ron smiled down at Justine. Her mask prevented him from looking her in her eyes. But he would remember to take her on a shopping spree at the local high tech store.

Ron: Viv, how often do you do this with Justine?

Vivian shrugged and smiled.

Vivian: Whenever I want. Isn’t that the point of sex? When the lust comes up, you do it. Surely now you must know how your harem works. We live only to please you.

She was caressing Ron’s chest.

Ron: Yeah but…

Ron noticed how vigorously Justine was sucking him. It was hard to think of her as a slave. Perhaps it really was more like a game, like Vivian said. And one played one part, another played the other part. And the game required them both.

Ron: You said that… you are also Selene's dominatrix?

Vivian nodded: I have been, ever since the last year of high school. We tried it out. We both loved it. We made it our little dirty secret. It still is to this day.

Ron: How did you… how did you get into your parts? I mean… how did you know, you were the dominant one and Selene the submissive one?

Vivian: We experimented. And surely you must have realized now that Selene’s alpha display is all about control. She keeps the girls of your harem in line in order to maintain - well order. Can you imagine the carnage, if Bonnie kept running her mouth at all the girls? It’s an art form running a harem. But don’t worry, Selene will keep them primed and in line.

There was a short break.

Vivian: But deep down - Selene knows nothing better than to be dominated. She has the lust of ten women - and then some. She is amazing, and like any good masochist, she is adaptable.

She smiled at Ron, who understood. Maybe it was a personality thing.

After a while watching Justine suck Ron like a pro, Ron began wondering.

Ron: Who… in the harem… do you think would be submissive or dominant?

Vivian smiled at him: Planning on bringing more of your pets to my dungeon?

Ron: No - I mean… I am genuinely wondering. If Shego is submissive down here… then… What about all the other girls?

Vivian sighed: Let me see. Adrena I see as another masochist. Always clinging to get your attention and willing to do all those stunts and stuff. She would be submissive.

Kim - oh Kimmy. She is a fellow dominatrix in the making.

Ron gawked at her: Really?!

Vivian nodded with a smile: Yeah. She is born to dominate. As a matter of fact, Selene has a secret fantasy about Kim abusing her down here.

Ron: Really?

Ron smiled. Vivian smiled at him.

Vivian: Now, dear Tara is submissive but that is hardly surprising. Monique is rather interesting because - I honestly think she is one of the rare ones. She could be either part and enjoy both.

Ron: That’s not surprising, she has always been amazing.

Vivian giggled: Then, Bonnie. She is funny that one. Always acting on top, always trying to push and shove to get a reaction. I would love to see how she would react to being a dominatrix - I wonder if she would live up to it, or break down and admit her submissive nature. For the moment list her as undecided because… I doubt the dear girl knows herself.

Ron nodded. Vivian continued: Jessica is submissive. As is Hope. Yori is odd, because… her submissiveness is not due to her desires but her overall nature. She is submissive not because she strives to please her mistress or master, but because she simply is. And I doubt it would be fun at all dominating her, when every girl in the harem is free to do so. Perhaps having her as an assistant to the dominatrix would be preferable. Handling the girls down here sometimes requires an extra pair of hands.

Ron nodded again.

Vivian: Rhea is submissive - I know, I know, but after watching you spanking her in her maid dress I am no longer in doubt. All powerful as she is, she has the dream, deep down, to be your loving wife. And to be a good sub to me-Urgh!-I mean you-Gah!-us, my love, us! Ehheheh.

Ron laughed with Vivian.

Vivian: Scarlett… believe it or not but I think she is like Monique, she could go both ways. And Madison… hmm…

Ron: Is… is Madison an odd one?

Vivian: Yeah but… not like Bonnie. She is odd because… have you noticed how Rhea and Scarlett always hit her on her head when her antics become too much? I think Madison is odd because she is always submissive in real life, but… she is determined and strong. I don’t know. Perhaps she is a submissive and I am just analyzing it too much.

Ron let out a deep sigh. Justine had just come up for air, after taking him to the root.

Vivian smiled and stroked Justine’s mask. She pushed the button.

Vivian: Good girl. Keep sucking.

She pushed it again and Justine kept sucking.

Vivian: I hardly have to classify Justine, right?

Ron: Right. What about Amelia?

Vivian smiled: Another classic Dominatrix. But a lazy one. She would expect all to be done for her, and not willing to do anything. She would require at least two assistants to get her work done.

Ron nodded: Then Joss?

Vivian: Another sub. And a breeding mare at that.

Ron: What about… the milfs?

Vivian: Uhhh, they are interesting. Ann I think is like her daughter. She would be amazing as a dominatrix - but as I said, interesting. She is so centered and mellow in her behavior, I wouldn’t be surprised if she is the rare one that can go both ways. You have a knack for finding them. As I said, they are genuinely rare.

Ron: Then Tonnie?

Vivian: A classic sub. And one I have often dreamed of getting down here for a session. Those tits… oh those amazing mammarial glands… how I would love to play with them and make her scream in pleasure fueled agony.

Ron saw the distant look in Vivian’s face. She was smiling in two ways. Internally and externally.

Ron: And Maria?

Vivian: I think a sub. But perhaps she is like Selene. She likes to be dominant just once in a while.

Ron: And La?

Vivian looked at Ron. Then she seemed to really think.

Vivian: I don’t have enough data on her to be sure. She acts like a Queen - dominating and in control. And yet - she is submissive to you, but only you.

Vivian was thinking for a while.

Vivian: I think, honestly she is the type that loves to watch this stuff, but not really participating. She would be on the couch watching the dominant ones do what they want to the slaves. An audience so to speak.

Ron: What about Agnes?

Vivian: Sub, no doubt.

Ron: And Hestia?

Vivian: Sub too.

Ron: Then Betty?

Vivian: Hmm… I don’t know. I think I want to set her as a dominatrix for now, but I can’t be sure until we get to interact a bit more.

Ron: And… Elena.

Vivian smiled: A sub… to me and you… but she might be more dominant than I give her credit for.

Ron: What about Peach, Poison and Ella.

Vivian: All 3 subs.

Ron: Mhmmm!

Vivian looked at him. She smiled. Ron was preparing to cum again. Justine could tell and she increased her pace.

Ron: Fuck she is good.

Vivian looked closely. She loved watching him cum. But she wanted to be a part of it. She grabbed Justine’s ponytail and took over the movements.

She began deciding Justine’s movements. But Ron was too close to cumming for it to matter too much.

As he came, Vivian pushed Justine’s head down to the base, and Ron came down her throat.

Ron: Wha-what… What about… Britina, Heather and… MC… HONEY!?

Ron was still cumming. Vivian lifted Justine so she could breathe and then pushed her down again.

Vivian: Britina could be a dominatrix. Heather is a classic sub. And MCHoney is a dominatrix herself. You have a broad selection, my love.

Ron: Yeah… that I do. Let go of her, Viv. Let me.

Vivian let go, and Ron stood up. Still with Justine’s head around his cock. He grabbed it with both hands and began moving both her head and his hips.

Ron: Oh fuck…

It was the last sperm that Justine was sucking out of him.

Vivian smiled. Justine was such a good girl. Her devotion to Vivian was sublime, but her devotion to Ron - that couldn’t even be measured in known perimeters. In her fantasy she could easily picture Ron and Justine as a couple - had the nano-nite incident never happened.

Ron removed his member from Justine’s mouth, and she gasped for air and drooled down on her body.

Vivian caressed her.

Vivian: Are you satisfied Ron?

Ron: Plenty.

Vivian: Me too. Let me go clean her up. You just wait here for me.

Vivian pulled Justine up to her feet by her chain and led her onto another room. They were gone for twenty minutes. When they came back, Ron saw Vivian lead Justine over to the box again.

She opened the lid and was about to order her inside.

Ron: Wow, wait a minute.

Ron jumped to his feet.

Vivian: What?

Ron: Are you… are you putting her down there… Again?

Vivian: Of course I am. Unless you still have something you want to try with her?

Ron: No, I mean… shouldn’t you let her free now?

Vivian: Why? She asked me to put her in the box. I did so. We got interrupted and as a good slave she obeyed our every command. Surely the only decent thing we can do is put her back into her box until she is satisfied.

Ron was completely perplexed.

Vivian smiled and kissed Ron: My love, trust me. Justine wants to go back in the box. I know what she wants.

The tone Vivian spoke with ensured Ron that she was understanding of his confusion.

Ron nodded. Vivian smiled. She then jerked hard in Justine’s chain and Justine stepped into the box. She turned around so she faced the right direction and knelt down.

Vivian gave her perfect ass a slap, and Justine lifted it. She took a butt-plug. She lubricated it and shoved it up Justine’s asshole. Then she took a vibrating egg and placed it in her pussy.

Then she took loose a strap around Justine’s hip and pulled it up between her legs. She made it go up between her butt cheeks and tightened it.

Vivian: There. All done. See ya in a few hours, Justine.

Vivian then closed the lid of the box. She took the lock and placed it. She turned it and Justine was once again locked away.

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Vivian and Ron a little later stood in the lab.

Vivian: So. Now you know where Justine and I sometimes go, to please ourselves. I hope you aren’t too disturbed by it.

Ron smiled a little oddly.

Ron: Nah, it was just… a surprise really.

Vivian: But I think you suspected it, didn't you?

Ron nodded: I always thought something was a little strange. But… if you like it then…

Ron’s face darkened a little.

Ron: I am just worried about Justine.

Vivian: Don’t worry, I will let her out in a few hours. And don’t worry about the box. It is filled with monitoring devices. If there is any emergency while she is in there, I have robots standing by to free her and help her.

Ron looked up at Vivian.

Vivian: Hey, I am maybe a dominatrix, but I love Justine. I won't let anything happen to her. Her safety is my top priority.

Ron hugged Vivian. He lifted her up and she swung her legs around his hips.

Vivian looked surprised at him.

Vivian: You can’t tell me you still have that kind of… energy?

Ron smiled: Those stairs… they go up to your apartment right?

Vivian smiled: Carry me to my bed, you immortal stud.

Ron walked up the stairs carrying Vivian to her bed. There they fucked like gods.

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Vivian was true to her promise. Two hours later, she walked down to her dungeon and freed Justine. When she removed her mask. Justine was blushing.

Justine: Did… did he like it? Was I good enough?

Vivian: He loved it, and you were almost perfect. I think we have a new playmate, my dear.

Justine smiled. Vivian was caressing her head, like she was her beloved dog. Justine loved her touch. What Vivian had told Ron was true, Justine really did revere Ron and Vivian as living gods. And she did see herself as their property.

Vivian smiled and looked lovingly at the girl who she now petted like a good dog. She had had plenty of slaves over the years, but none who she treasured like Justine. Justine was a keeper. She not only wanted her as a slave, she intended to keep her as a slave for life. Thanks to Ron, and his harem, that was possible.

This petting after a session was essential to bond between mistress and slave. All that happened down here, was the result of confident and strong love.

Vivian: If you want, you can be my assistant next Monday. I might need your help to deal with Selene. Ron is coming too.

Justine’s eyes were gleaming with excitement. As if she was just given the most wonderful of gifts.

Justine: Of course I want to assist you, goddess. I have been looking forward to observing my god Ron dominate that Selene.

Vivian: Me too, my dear, me too.

The two women then kissed each other.

And then Vivian continued petting Justine’s head and hair.

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To be continued?