Neither Harold or Felicia seemed to be in a hurry. They rose to face each of their subjects.
Their bells jingled as they moved forward.
Harold placed his left hand behind Bill's back and pulled him close. His right hand started to fondle Bill's nipple. Then he leaned in to whisper into Bill's ear.
"I'm sorry," he breathed. "If I don't seduce you, they'll punish me."
Harold gave Bill's nipple a sharp pinch. Bill gasped.
"The things they do to me--they treat me like livestock...like a circus animal..."
He gave Bill's other nipple an equally strong pinch.
Bill moaned. His cock started to throb.
Harold smiled.
Felicia looked into Janet's terrified eyes with an expression Janet could not read. She just stood there for half-a-minute heedless of the sands flowing down the hourglass.
"Perhaps I can make it," Janet thought to herself. "I have to make it. Just a few more minutes..."
At last, Felicia glided in close and slipped her middle finger high up into Janet's vagina.
Janet squealed through the gag, shocked at the intrusion. Despite all of the terrible things she had endured during this ordeal, it was the first time someone had penetrated into her person.
Felicia whispered into Janet's ear. "I saw the tapes of you two fucking. Bill's a good lover, isn't he?"
Janet whimpered. Now the intrusion was personal as well as physical.
"I know, he's good," Felicia continued. "But...there's something missing, isn't there?"
Even at a whisper, Felicia's voice was hypnotic. Women had tried to seduce Janet several times in her life, but she was never interested. But she had never heard a voice like this before.
Felicia moved her finger around inside Janet's vagina. Janet squirmed and moaned "Mmmpphh!!!"
"He never did this to you, did he, Janet? Never got nasty with you. And you wanted him to get nasty, didn't you Janet? Longed for him to figure it out and probe for your g-spot..."
Felicia suddenly pushed harder and deeper. Janet yelped. She shook her head back and forth, crying out "No!" into the gag.
"Oh, theeerrreee it is. That secret spot. We can't really do it to ourselves as well as someone else can, eh, Janet? It's like trying to tickle yourself. It just isn't the same. But if someone else knows what they're doing..."
Janet struggled in her bonds, desperate to twist away from the constant pressure and titillation. Felicia just matched whichever direction Janet tried to move.
"Believe me, Janet, I know what I'm doing," Felicia whispered.
Jonathan and Alison viewed the scene from several feet away. The hourglass sands were mostly for dramatic effect. On the top of the small device, a digital display showed the remaining time down to the second. Only 1:30 was left.
"Care to make a bet?" asked Jonathan.
"On whether or not they'll crack? Of course not. We know what the outcome is going to be."
"I agree. However, there are two questions I think are a bit harder to answer."
The timer ticked down to one minute. Harold stroked Bill's cock while pinching a nipple. He sucked on the other nipple while teasing it with his tongue. Bill tried to turn his body away. Harold used his grip on Bill's cock to keep him in place. Bill threw his head back and cried out into the gag.
Felicia, interestingly, had not changed her stance at all. She continued to push her finger up Janet's vagina. Like Bill, Janet was writhing in her bonds. She had to get away, anywhere, anywhere else. She felt the tightening in her crotch getting more and more intense. Felicia's finger kept pressing on that one spot...
She had never felt such pleasure.
"Alright, I'll bite," Alison said with some irritation. The conversation was breaking into her own fantasies. "What are you getting at?"
