The Dilemma Dome Pt 02

Arriving to a sight even more alarming than Larissa expected, she froze as the naked stud chained to the floor and stared over at her. She pressed herself back into the metal and slammed her hand instinctively into the button to get out, but it was no longer green and pressing it had no effect. Arms clutched over her body and her cheeks now burning red, they were speechless a moment, suspended in place and trying to hold one another's gaze.

"Uhh, hi!" Larissa blurted at last, "I uhm, came to get another canister."

Stupefied at her reaction, expecting her to know what she was walking into, Damien took a step back, as if she was a scared animal. The heavy chain around his leg jangled as he moved and even that was enough to make her flinch.

"Sure... yeah, they come out over there." He said, pointing over to the glass tubes.

Peeking apprehensively around the frame of the entrance and moving sideways to avoid exposing her rear, she fixed her eyes on him, bumping into the glass pipe and nearly losing balance.

"Uh Larissa, listen. They told you there's like a game to this, right?" He asked, unsure how to broach this subject lightly.

Larissa nodded, now stock still as Damien regarded her uncertainly from afar. Whilst he had met Cait's college friends a while ago, and had socialised with them many times, Larissa seemed to possess a skittishness that was so deep-seated, he knew barely anything about her. Usually a cacophony of colour from her style of dress to her lavish makeup, her look intrigued him, sensing she had a similar affinity for style as he did. Appreciating her penchant for the experimental, he was especially fond of the recent copper-tinge to her hair, framing her pretty face with a thick fringe. Damien liked her lip piercing and was even open to the quirky stuff: the ostentatious eyeshadow, the little polka dots on her fingernails and the swathe of friendship bracelets up her arm.

It was strange now to see her so bare, though it revealed a tattoo he hadn't seen before, a tie-dye butterfly on her collarbone surrounded by small black stars. Shorter than the other girls, there was a considerable height difference between them, and it was hard for him not to feel overbearing, so as well as stepping back as far as he could, he took a seat.

Shouting internally to act less strangely, Larissa lamented herself, eventually able to shake her anxiety and will her arms to her sides. It was a shy sort of confidence, and quite endearing, and Damien was unable to suppress a small chuckle, which she mirrored in return. For a moment she seemed comfortable, but jolted as the two canisters arrived with a clang.

"R-right then," Larissa bumbled, making herself move as naturally as she could over to the screens, convincing herself that it was fine if she let him check out her ass a little. He noted her bum looked even better than when he'd briefly seen it straining against denim at parties, a pleasing jiggle to her thighs. He had plenty of time to stare, as the girl was bent over muttering to herself as she surveyed the options.

"Do you want to tell me what it says? I can help decide or we can talk it out if you'd like?"

"Oh! Uh yeah okay, so one is a pair of... lingerie panties, uh and I think it has like a vibrator in it, I can see some sort of silicone thing, also I don't think there's fabric at the back." Larissa explained clumsily, twisting her fingers together as she spoke, "it says the requirement for that is... uh... anal s-sex." Gulping before she continued, turning and forcing herself to lock eye contact as she told him the rest, "the other one has a weird butt plug, uh quite a big one, and you have to perform... oral on me for that one."

"It says that?"

"Well it actually says, 'Pussy Licking Required' but... you know."

He laughed again, "okay, what are you thinking?"

Though she felt the need to adopt a sort of decision pageantry, for her there was no question. There was no way she was attempting anal sex again, not after her last and only ever time was such a disaster. Whilst taking the butt-plug was just as mortifying, seeing Damien's long thick cock, the plug was by far the more palatable option.

Making up some excuse about wanting to spare Cait the butt-plug, she turned away from him without further debate and keyed in her choice. Once the canister was opened and the contents in her hand, she froze.

"Have you used one before?" Damien enquired, unsurprised when he got a shaken head in response, "want some help?"

She looked up, blushed and blinked blankly before offering the toy out to him reluctantly. Conjuring up all the patience he had, Damien took a deep breath and stood up from his seat, reaching for it and startled to see the plug had a fluffy grey tail. He imagined it would quite suit Larissa.

Moving to the corner, Damien used a dispenser on the wall she hadn't noticed marked 'Lubricant', quickly lathering the toy with it. He held out a hand, leading her to stand over to the bench and bent over slightly. Nudging her feet apart a little with his own, he coached her to try and relax, but quickly realised that wouldn't be easy for her. He saw a bit of himself in Larissa, so worried about doing the wrong thing that she would freeze or flee. He wondered if there was anything he could do to put her at ease, but it was difficult when he himself was uneasy. With just the two of them alone together, he imagined what it would be like if their worries counteracted one another, and he could act without pretence. Before he knew what he was doing, he had leant forward to place a kiss between her shoulder blades, unperturbed when she flinched in response and added another.

Moaning lightly in response, Larissa straightened her back, inviting more of him, his spare hand caressing along her hip. As he trailed more kisses down her spine, he kept the bulbous head of the toy to her anus, moving his other hand up to take one of her voluptuous tits in his hands. As he brushed one of her large nipples, she whined so suddenly that he thought she'd cum. Larissa was grateful of the attention, her hips bucking into him, encouraging him to press the toy inward, slowly and gently, whispering for her to relax and punctuating his points with kisses upon her shoulder.

Before long, her ass swallowed the full toy, the flared end holding it securely around her sweet little sphincter, the fluffy grey fabric trailing down between her legs. Given how tight her ass was, he felt she had made the right decision, getting his dick in there would not have been easy.

Spinning to face him, Larissa took his head in her colour-tipped hands and pulled him into her. They kissed deeply, she traced the muscles of his thick shoulders as Damien pressed her back into the leather-padded wall. By imagining themselves free of fear, it had materialised, and a passion blossomed, their desire bypassing conscious thought and expressed instantly. No longer needing to hold the toy, he brought his newly freed hand to clutch her hair in a tight grip, and she dragged her nails down his firm back like claws, moaning as he yanked her head back and kissed down her neck. Grabbing a handful of her squishy ass, she laughed, watching as his trail of kisses continued down her lithe body, passing by her belly button piercing and arriving finally at her engorged wet clit.

Mewling loudly as he set to work, Damien basked in the scent of her sweet sex as he immersed himself in it, taking her bald pussy in his mouth. Within seconds of his tongue meeting her clit she had climaxed, the canister clicking behind them, but he didn't care, thrusting fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She squealed, wrapping her jiggly thighs around his head and running nails through his long hair, pulling him in closer. As he finger fucked her mercilessly, he could feel the bulb of the ass-toy against his knuckles while ferociously grinding her g-spot, simultaneously flicking her clit with his tongue. The immaculate fullness was unlike anything she'd experienced, all the more sweet given how rare it was for her boyfriend to go down on her with any enthusiasm. The thought of that stark contrast brought her to a brilliant squirting eruption, rivers of juices dripping down Damien's chin as he pulled away for air.

Toppling backwards to the cold floor, Larissa fell back onto the bench, coiling up into a ball with a wide grin on her face, shaking as she splayed out her arms to stabilise herself. Watching fearfully for a moment as the girl struggled for breath, he eased as she finally gulped a lungful of air and began giggling. Glowing with a giddy look of glee, he questioned if he had ever allowed himself to become so dizzy with passion to make a woman feel that good. Normally he was so preoccupied with making a girl cum, and being thought of as good in bed, he could hardly enjoy himself. In this exchange with Larissa though, it felt like their fervour was fuelled by his eagerness, rather than his technique. It was like he had been on autopilot, acting on urges alone. Realising he should smile back at her, he was surprised to find he was already.

Seeing her spy that the second canister was now accessible, he stood and helped her shakily to her feet. Her reluctance to leave was evident, torn between the awe of a fantasy manifested, and the importance of helping her friend, she shuffled uncertainly over to the door with the canister, clutching his big hand in her small one, right until she was inside the entryway.

"That was... uh, we should..." she stammered, still blushing as their hands parted, her hand hovering over the glowing green button. Before she could think of what to say, she realised she was just one in a queue of girls that were there to exchange intimacies with him, and it diminished their experience. How fleeting she always found passion to be, even one as unusually spirited as this one had been. Damien seemed to read this trail of thought on her face.

"A-are you the last one?" He enquired, unsure how many bridesmaids there were. It wasn't the sort of thing he and Josh had discussed.

"Just one more. Uh, I can't remember her name." She stated. Her head was still spinning and her shyness was quickly returning, realising in her growing nervousness she had rushed too eagerly to press the button.

He gave a quick wave as the door passed between them, and Damien was left alone for just a few moments before the door began sliding open again. Just when he thought the pattern of this twisted situation was becoming predictable, the skinny frame of his best friend's little sister emerged, completely naked.

"Fuck, Millie?! No you... you're on the bachelorette?"

"Y-yeah, didn't anyone tell you?"

"No! I thought it was just Cait's friends!" He yelled, surprised at his own volume and startling the young girl in the process, "sorry. Sorry I didn't mean... sorry." He tried to calm himself down, but looking back at her again he was stupefied, "I mean Millie - we cannot. This isn't..."

"Just chill out a second," she coaxed, moving towards him with open palms, trying to emulate Cait's soothing demeanour, finding she was able to conjure it up more easily than she had expected, "we don't even know what the circumstances are yet."

While for her, the image of her older brother's hunky best friend, utterly naked was exhilarating, she realised that for him it represented the temptation of betrayal. Now at peak arousal, Millie longed for relief and her eyes trailed to his irresistible cock, whilst he seemed unwilling to even look at her for more than a second at a time.

She approached the canisters as they were delivered, proclaiming that one canister was packed full: with a pair of fishnet stockings, handcuffs and a set of ankle cuffs with a long chain. The only requirement for that was making out, and she shot him a look as if to say she was right to tell him to relax, but his expression offered no hint of relief.

In the second canister was a very sexy pair of open stiletto 5-inch heels, so high she wasn't even sure she could walk in them. They were black, with straps along the top of the foot and she enamoured with them, the requirement for them was 'Vaginal Sex' and Damien scoffed as she told him. Though a little less convincingly outraged than before. She again found herself licking her lips as she spotted the tip of his dick gleaming with moisture. In truth, the contents of both canisters intrigued her.

"So whatever I pick, Cait has to wear the other one, right?" Millie asked, getting a nod in response so he could avoid turning to address her, "what about the other requirement? Does that transfer to her too?"

"No, no." He looked over to her in shock, considering this for the first time, "No one mentioned that. I think it's just required to get it out." There was quiet for a moment as they considered the distinct possibility. He quickly became less confident in his answer. "I mean for the contents of the canisters, it seems generally the lesser of the two evils has the more... extreme requirement. I guess most have seemed to chose the worst canister, with the easier requirement."

It took everything in him to keep his eyes on hers. God did she have to be so fucking tight and hot. He remembered her Eighteenth birthday, but how long had it been? Was she even Twenty yet?

"What if that's part of the trick, I mean we're essentially being forced to pick our own fate, right?" Millie speculated, pacing the floor and enjoying the reaction in her peripheral vision as he grew enticed by her naked slender body moving back and forth, despite trying his utmost to hide it. "Perhaps it's a trick to get us to pick the easiest requirement for ourselves, a kiss over sex, but then we end up subjecting Cait to the worst of it. Forget the lewdness of the clothing."

Silence. He had no counter argument to offer.

"I mean, it's worth considering," she went on, "Cait told me she's not on the pill anymore. They're not too bothered about getting pregnant with the wedding just days away."

"Fuck," he mumbled, remembering Josh mentioning something similar.

The girl had a point, there was no denying it. Why else were they dressing the bride up anyway? Taking her collars, and lingerie to wear one at a time. How could he possibly navigate the decision of whether to fuck his best friend's little sister, or potentially endanger his best friend's future wife? But just as he grappled with the ethical quandary, he realised he had little control in it at all, alarmed at the sight of Millie nearing the button to make her selection.

Whilst she recognised the potential for catastrophe, it only inflamed her fascination, as she found herself all the more enticed to watch it all play out. Though taking a cock as big as Damien's scared her a little, his hulking great arms literally twice the size of hers, it created an anxious ball of excitement in her belly. Even if she hadn't been hungry to have him forced to feast on her body, it was to her the logical choice. Millie had a contraceptive implant, so the risk to her was minimal.

Choosing to spare Damien the verdict, she confirmed her selection of the heels before he could broadcast his dismay. He watched on in stunned silence as the delicate frame of the slim girl teetered precariously, balanced against the wall as she attempted to work her small pale pink-tipped feet into the obscene metal heels. Placing the empty canister amongst the growing pile, she swept her chestnut curls over her shoulder with a flick of her head, gazing over at him eagerly.

"Millie, this isn't right," Damien mumbled quietly as she hobbled shakily over to where he was standing. She could feel he was tense as she brought her hand daintily to his forearm. Despite his reluctance, she was sure he understood the logic of her choice. Further still, there was an undeniable attraction in the taboo of what they were going to be made to do, and she sensed it required all his resolve not to take her lithe body in his firm grip.

"Ignoring the ethics of it," she began, edging slightly closer with each passing second as he attempted to maintain their distance, "tell me honestly, do you really not want this?" Giving a sultry look down at her hairless pale body, fluttering her lashes up at him.

"Millie it's not about..."

"Look at me," she insisted, bringing his gaze from the wall back to her eyes, "get over your obsession with what other people think of you for one second, and tell me you seriously don't want to fuck my brains out?"

Aghast and still for a moment, he fought the urge to respond, weighing the matter with due credence. It was true that so much of what he had found himself doing today was out of step with what he wanted, and by fretting over how his actions might affect his image, he had done more damage than if he had acted uninhibitedly.

Struck by this truth, he stopped moving away, allowing her body to lean into his. Millie's slim arms met his chest as she reached up to take his shoulders in her little hands. Basking in her ambient heat, he rested an open hand on her hip, and was struck by the creamy texture of her skin, springing back against his grip. Unable to fight the temptation any longer, he took her head in his other hand, bringing it into him for a delicate kiss. A moment later they shared another, deeper this time, and she sensed pent up arousal from the visits before her, allowing her hand to brush his cock and taking the groan of need as confirmation.

Wrapping one finger after the other around his member, it looked enormous in her small grip, but the gentle movements had the desired effect, drawing a low stifled moan of lust from him. What she got in return from him was agonisingly slow, his hand on her hip steadily moving down her delicate frame, one inch at a time across her abdomen, after an achingly long time of their wet lips interlocked in passion, his fingers were still yet to meet her needy clit.

He had to stoop slightly to reach her, even with the comically huge heels, but it afforded her the space to keep stroking his thick cock, flicking her thumb over the drips of precum. Desperate for pleasure, Millie grabbed his hand and thrust it down between her legs, Damien setting immediately to work, circling her clit with immaculate precision, the teenager squirming and moaning instantaneously as her body came alive with pleasure.

Her cries became desperate, relishing every tiny movement of her tongue against his. Whenever she opened her eyes, she saw him drinking in the sight of her young body against his. Playing up to it, she allowed her kisses to wander, trailing along all the spots she had fantasised about tasting, grabbing his shaft and sliding it along the slick slit of her slobbering pussy.

With a tight grip of her shoulder, Damien turned her firmly away from him, pressing her into the padded wall as he kissed the nape of her neck while tugging her waist back. Cautiously parting her legs by shuffling the ludicrous heels outward, she pressed her tiny ass back invitingly, for Damien to position his cock at her tight hot entrance, her juices coating him as he entered her with a slow shallow thrust.

Groaning ravenously, the motion sped up gradually, Millie beginning to take more and more of his gigantic cock, gulping for air as she realised that taking this fucking was going to stretch her in ways her few previous partners had not. Already she began to approach her limit, crying out as the monster erection pressed deeper, so in awe of the new sensation she could hardly speak, fighting to stay upright on the stem of the heels with her feet forced into an awkwardly steep angle. It took both her hands on the wall to counteract the motion of Damien's thrusts forward, avoiding toppling forward.

Suddenly uncertain of herself, she questioned whether pushing her limits was going to pay off in the ways she had hoped, relentlessly seeking out new challenges without giving due caution to the fact this could really hurt her. Let alone the chain reaction of upheaval Damien had warned her about. Millie didn't want to give into the fear, but was edging closer and closer to discomfort, increasingly unsure of her capacity to take him in full. She felt she couldn't stop him now, having so firmly talked him into it.