Ingrid was looking up at the ceiling. It was blurry. She hear Cheyenne off to the side, "Hey, Blondie! Can you hear me?"
Ingrid tried to turn her head to look at Cheyenne but it wouldn't move, her eyes didn't even shift. She saw Cheyennes hand move in her field of vision and a blurry finger move down and almost touch her eyeball. She wanted to blink. She knew her body wanted to blink but there was nothing but the blurry finger.
She knew she was completely at the mercy of Dakota and Cheyenne. They had been so enraged at her, it was the only think she could think of to appease them.
Curare. Pancuronium. A complete paralytic. It wasn't being asleep and at their mercy, it was being awake and aware and at their complete mercy. She couldn't even breathe. She became aware of a slight burning in her lungs. She felt the pulse-ox monitor on her finger and knew they were watching it. She hoped they were watching it. The mask wasn't on her mouth. She needed a breath. She struggled to breathe.
Before when they sedated each other breathing was handled autonomically. Here it had to be supplied externally.
"82 percent." Dakota said and placed the mask over her nose and mouth and gave her a couple of quick puffs. She became aware that the periphery of the world had gone black and was now clearing up.
Ingrid's heart pounded as she realized she could have died. They were at her place instead of Cheyenne's. The two of them could have left her there and it would have looked like natural causes. They could stage it any way they liked. She knew she deserved it. She goaded Cheyenne into actually fucking him. She had only wanted to take him in the ass.
Ingrid contemplated the goading, the sense of triumph she felt as Dakota's cock penetrated Cheyenne's cunt as she drove the dildo into her ass. She also remember how it all went sideways.
***
Dakota was lying on his back, completely unconscious and breathing slowly. Ingrid slapped his face lightly. "He's out"
Cheyenne reached down and wrapped her hand around his eject penis and checked the cock ring. It was tight but not too tight. She bend over and licked the tip savoring the flavor.
"So who gets the strap on first?" Ingrid asked grabbing a bottle of lube and applying a generous amount to Dakota's asshole sliding a finger in easily.
"I was thinking about that. He is expecting it. He knows that he will have a quite possibly very large dildo in his ass. Planning to poop blood for a day." Cheyenne said while stroking Dakota's hard cock.
Ingrid picked up the strap on and started to lube the shaft. "Still, I think it would be fun."
"Go ahead then." Cheyenne said helping Ingrid with the harness and giving a quick kiss to her nipple. "The stimulation for you won't be that great and because he's passed out there's no reaction and frankly that's the best part."
Ingrid lifted and spread Dakota's legs caressing his muscular thighs. She eased the tip of the dildo into his ass and then pushed. Once it started in, it slid smoothly. She smiled as she felt her thighs hit the back of his.
She looked down at his dick and a drop of cum oozing out of the tip.
Cheyenne cupped his balls and stroked his dick easing more cum out. "You are ovaries deep in his ass. How does it feel?"
Ingrid pulled back and started to drive the dildo in and out. It was clean except for the lube. Dakota had prepared. "It feels good. I see what you mean though. If he were begging or perhaps crying it would awesome. This is just okay."
"Would you like some DP action?" Cheyenne asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"Him in my ass and you in my pussy?"
