The Dilemma Dome Pt 03

Cait had fallen for only a few moments, landing in a dark cylindrical room where the walls spun around her, opening into a small cell.

"Shit," Damien murmured defeatedly from the bench on the far side of the room, startling her as she turned to him wide-eyed, the air still thick with the stench of sex.

"D-Damien? How are you here?" She asked softly, as if more distressed for him than for herself. Instinctively she went to cover her body but couldn't, so resolutely restrained with her arms pinned behind her, and only afforded small steps forward.

Even if he had the energy to explain yet again how he had arrived here, seeing Cait's spectacular body dolled up like a whore left him dumbfounded. She wore little else on her tight supple body beyond black and red lace, in stark contrast to her innocent blonde locks and blue eyes. Her tits pressed upward lewdly, jiggling her hard nipples invitingly, moaning under her breath as the unending vibrations against her clit amped her up. Unable to adjust the fabric, it was now impossible for her to get a moment's respite.

"I've been locked in here, same as the rest of you," Damien explained exasperatedly, seeing in her eyes she had no idea what was going on. He explained the decision each of the girls had been made to make, and in broad strokes the sort of things they had been forced to do with him to get it.

"I-is Larissa okay?" she questioned, her voice cracking as she fought from moaning, "guys are kind of... tough territory for her at the moment."

"Yeah, I actually think she kind of needed it." He chuckled, and won a smile in return.

Damien flinched as the cuff around his ankle opened, allowing him to shake it off, as on the far side of the room, the screens blinked on. One at a time it listed each of the requirements for the items Cait was wearing, every sexual act the other girls had opted to avoid. 'Complete all to escape' read the final message, before it cycled through them again. While Cait studied each with inquisitiveness, he was able to remember each and every one of them even without looking: deepthroat, fingering while nipple sucking, anal and making out. Overcoming each of the four perplexities with the girls had been its own challenge, but the idea of another four with his best friend's bride-to-be was beyond comprehension.

"I-it makes us...?" Was all she managed before a small climax washed over her, unable to hold it any longer and crying aloud. Facing away from him still, she went to steady herself against the wall, forgetting her cuffs and nearly toppling over, but able to flail upright despite the short chain around her legs. He moved towards her instinctively, making the most of his new freedom of movement but hesitated as he got near, his hands frozen in the air.

Up close, his eyes lingered on the sight of her pert bum in the lace panties, with no back and just a few black straps to create a triangular frame around her ass cheeks, almost every inch of the flawless peachy ass exposed. Rising slowly back to standing, she turned and neared him, close enough that he could now hear the distinct hum of the motor on her clit.

"I know this is insane, everything we've already done, and everything it's asking us to do now." Damien began, he had been thinking of what to say as he had been sitting on his own, trying to consider carefully what he actually wanted, "the girls wanted to get you out, we didn't think much further than that. I'm not sure what we should do next. I know it's asking you to do something you can't."

It was difficult to meet her eye, but when he finally brought himself to do it, he was surprised to see her feasting on his naked form, stopping to register the scratch marks on the side of his back, and the residue on his shaft. As ever, emotion was hard to read on her, seemingly unperturbed, moving calmly over to the bench to sit. He followed suit alongside her.

She sighed, looking around the room before meeting his gaze and asking, "everyone I know is so preoccupied with presuming what I want."

Taken aback, he failed to think how she could possibly feel any other way about all this.

"You know, Josh and I are pretty relaxed. I always thought people were grateful, to have one less person to please, because I genuinely am fine with whatever," Cait continued, leaning back into a position as close to comfortable as was possible with her arms tied behind her, and Damien couldn't help but steal a few glances at her heaving bosom, "yet it seems people can't accept I'm content, no matter what I say. Regan seems intent on believing I'm boring, Larissa's too worried about what I'll think to tell me anything, and I can tell Julia for some reason thinks she's just my pity-friend."

"That's why I love Josh, he's one of the few people who gets it." Cait continued, beaming as she thought of her fiancé, "we're similar like that. We both just want to be."

"I mean, Josh is a relaxed guy but there's no way he could be okay with us doing... any of that?" Damien exclaimed, nodding over to the cycling messages on screen.

"Well, he's been fine with me hooking up with other guys in the past." She stated plainly, despite Damien's astonished expression, "we both do it. We never really went exclusive, I'm not sure we will even after we're married."

"W-what?" Damien scoffed, "you and Josh are... open?"

"Yeah I mean we don't broadcast it, but there are certain couples we have agreements with, there's apps for this sort of thing," Cait went on, her moans occasionally interrupting her train of thought, "we generally tend to avoid close friends, but we've talked about you before. Josh trusts you, but I guess I was a bit worried about it going around amongst the rugby lads."

"Cait, are you serious?" Damien was incredulous, no longer able to remain sitting. "All our worrying about you having to put on all this weird stuff, and these bizarre challenges... this is all just normal for you?"

"Uh, no! That's not what I'm saying," she chuckled, but it carried with it no derision, "a lot, I mean almost all of this is new to me, but I'm not some fragile dove. I like sex and I have kinks too. I'm open to trying things, I don't know why people see otherwise." She sighed again, readjusting her legs and fighting as an especially good position of the vibrator made her legs tense, splaying out her ankles, her toes pressed to the metal floor, but it seemed to pass before allowing her to cum, "This is still all pretty messed up, and definitely not how I would chose to try any of this for the first time, but if there's something we have to do to escape, I can take it."

Silently contemplative, Damien paced the room, reminded of what Millie had said earlier, he allowed himself to admit that he very much wanted to fuck this bombshell, especially if the consequences weren't going to tear his life apart afterwards. From the first time he had been introduced to Cait he had seen her for the incredible prize she was, inside and out. He had known he would be a lucky man to ever find a girl like her, so the thought of sharing her for even a moment felt like it broke some law of the universe.

"The thing is, at least half of the things we have to do, I'm not even sure are possible." Cait noted, eyeing up his returning erection, "I've never tried deepthroat before, and I've only toyed a little with plugs, so the idea of taking that is... disconcerting. Is there no other option? Can we swap any out?"

"All the girls made the decisions already," he said with a shrug, the scent of her sweet pussy beckoning him to secede to his urges. Her legs looked incredible in the stockings, and watching her face wrought with the beginnings of orgasm was teasing him nearly as much as it was doing to her. He needed to see this woman cum properly, he was desperate to see it.

Despite everything she had just revealed, she looked scared. Having gotten her rant of frustration out, new emotions rushed into its place, allowing fear and trepidation and blossoming arousal to meld. However experienced she was, these surroundings were imposing and there was no escaping the fact they were being forced to do this against their will. It was quite different from the experimentation she had done of her own volition.

"I'm game for whatever you are, but we don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with," he told her, disappointed that it seemed to do little to brighten her disposition. The gravity of this was bearing down on her.

"The girls are waiting out there. They're scared too."

"But they did it because they wanted to, to help you. They wouldn't want you to be forced to do anything you didn't want to."

"It still hurt them," she murmured, looking up at him with resolute determination in her glimmering eyes, "I can push myself for them too. We'll start slow."

Taking her by the shoulder and helping her up, he was reminded that however tall she was, there was still a foot between them. Knowing what he now did, seeing her dressed as a slut was all the more alluring, and her eyes grew enigmatically locked on his, unflinching as he brought his hand to her narrow waist. He considered asking her which to start with, but the hard nipples were so inviting, he made his own decision. Drawing her near, she shuffled towards him, groaning gratefully when he leant down to take a rigid nipple between his lips. His large hands studied her edges, moving along the waistband of her underwear before pressing his palm to the panties, adding pressure to the vibrator.

"Oh yeah, I really need to cum Damien," Cait whimpered pathetically, having managed a few orgasms but desperate for true friction. She moaned encouragingly as his finger pushed a little of the fabric aside, rubbing gently against her drenched pussy lips, eliciting a hungry gasp as he slid one digit, then a second into her warm hole.

The effect was immediate, a loud climax hitting over her, her squelchy snatch squeezing around his fingers as he fumbled for her g-spot, grinding it with growing intensity and working her quickly up to an enormous screaming orgasm. He pulled his head free of her nipples to watch her reaction in all its splendour, savouring the serene bliss that softened her symmetrical features in a silent shriek, shuddering as satisfaction pummelled her sweet slim frame.

Damien was sure to support her weight, her legs now alive with motion as she gasped in recovery, screaming for more, beckoning his lips to her other squishy breast, sucking the hard nub gleefully. Skillfully working her pussy up towards another gargantuan orgasm, Cait had abandoned all decorum, shrieking at the top of her lungs, dribbling as her body was contorted wildly to ride the wave of ecstasy. He half fell while fighting to keep her upright, finding himself tangled in the chain between her ankles and having to step over it towards her. Cait stretched her lithe abdomen taut as she leant back, the pleasure overwhelming her as he held her by the waist, her bouncy tits now pressed firmly to his face in his fight to keep her from falling.

With the chain now caught behind Damien's legs, Cait wrapped her fishnet-adorned legs around him for stability, bucking her hips as he finger-fucked her. Blasting through another climax as he held her, he was able to manoeuvre a nipple back between his lips, slathering it with saliva to her delight. They moaned and growled as they enjoyed one another's bodies, feeling Damien's thick moist cock slapping against her ass as she jostled the pleasure forced upon her.

"Oh! Oh! Damien!" Cait screamed as she squirted around his slick digits, the vibrations finally slowing to allow her some reprieve, "whoa, that was... oh wow."

Behind them the screen bleeped and crossed off the "nipple sucking while fingering" activity which Cait hadn't even been aware they were targeting, and looked at him with a chuckle. He set her down, now able to hold her own weight, carefully moving her chained legs so Damien could untangle himself.

Dripping from both her pussy and her mouth, she moaned and panted from the performance, rubbing her face clear with her shoulder, still smiling up at him. As she caught her breath, he took the opportunity to have his way with her body, kissing along her shoulders, snogging the spot on her throat just under her jaw, brushing against the lace collar. He gripped her pillowy ass and stroked along her flat stomach. Cait was no stranger to a workout, and he was impressed at how quickly she recovered her composure while he trailed kisses along her moist thighs, up between her tits and met her smirk with his own. Even though she had utterly convinced him to see her in a new light, kissing his friend's bride-to-be on the lips still felt a step too far.

Offered a sultry smile, Cait asked, "can you re-do my hair to get it out of my face?" With all the jostling around her bun was falling loose, and some of her hair had come free.

Damien's cock twitched at the realisation that she was intending to tend to him next. He had to will his hands into motion, collecting her hair by essentially rubbing around her face to collate each tendril, clumsily rearranging it into the bun. It was strangely intimate, and once he had finished, he lingered, requiring Cait to press him back to the bench with her body. Surprisingly commanding despite how profoundly restrained she was.

As he took a seat, she knelt in front of him, her expression plain and unhurried, nuzzling his thighs apart with a grin and opening her lips for him, but requiring Damien to place his dick into position, as she was without her hands.

Not wholly certain she could fit a cock this thick in her mouth, let alone further, she prepared herself for considerable discomfort and started slow. There was a strong taste, and whilst Cait wasn't sure what it was, she could make an educated guess judging from the juices she had seen trickling down Millie's thighs earlier.

Working him in and out of her hot mouth as she bobbed her head, he moaned deeply, unsure he could finish again following the incredible blowjob earlier, and filling Millie's delectable pussy shortly after. The vibrations from Cait's panties resumed gently, the arousal from servicing his massive dick teased out of her, until she was moaning into his member like a slut. It made it a little easier, coaxing her to take him deeper, the tightness of the collar coupled with the choking on his dick so humiliating it only made her wetter.

Finally attempting to take all of him, she lasted just a few seconds before desperately gasping for air, his cock now drenched with saliva. After a moment's recovery she began again, working him up incredibly close to cumming, her taut back and scarcely covered ass flexing with the work, as even her bound hands clenched with the effort. Forcing his dick down her own throat, the blonde was again only able to hold it briefly.

"Is it registering?" She asked, peering back to the screen, but Damien had done this enough times not to confirm there would be a beep once complete, "Okay, okay uh. I think I need to do it a bit longer. I can do it, I just get a bit panicky." Cait said, gulping for air, her eyes watering slightly, uncertain how long she needed to do this to register as complete. "Could you maybe hold my head? Just to make it a few seconds longer."

This girl really didn't give up. He nodded, and watched aghast as once again she set to work, slurping him in long strokes, his cock idolised for the second time today. This was something he had never tried before, and the sensation of sliding into her throat was otherworldly, massaging the tip of his cock from deep within her mouth as she impaled herself all the way down, her nose to his pelvis. He grasped her head, holding her in place amidst the confusing sounds of moaning and gagging - strained but insistent. As incredible as it felt, he knew he would need longer to cum and didn't want to prolong her suffering, just about to give up when the screen bleeped behind them. Thankfully 'deepthroat' was now crossed out.

Spluttering and gasping for air as she fell backward, Cait was surprisingly chipper with her accomplishment, her pure pale blue eyes shining up at him. Wrangling with her bound limbs in a failed attempt to stand, doubly difficult with the vibrator now back at full speed. Damien knelt beside her, softly rubbing the moisture from around her mouth. She was grateful, offering out a jutted elbow for him to hoist her up. Cait's weight was like nothing to him, dragged upward effortlessly to her dainty feet. Her legs were still floppy, and just as she was finding her balance in his arms, a climax swept over her and she nearly fell all over again with a yelp.

"You need to fuck my asshole now while I can still stand upright," she instructed, leaning against the padded wall.

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None of the girls acted quickly enough, too stunned at the new instruction to pleasure one another that the electricity struck their feet all at once, thundering up their body and forcing them to action. There was no time to consider their choice, with mere seconds between each zap. Julia was closest to Reyan, so Julia approached, sliding her fingers out of her own hole and into the maid-of-honour, who jolted from the strange sensation of all the cool metal on her fingers, though pleasant. She yelped, but the ring-gag mangled the sound beyond recognition. Returning the favour, Reyan mashed her fingers against the wet slippery clit of the slender stranger she had met only a few hours earlier. Still matching the beat of the music in the hopes of avoiding a shock for going too slowly, they were grateful when the next bolts of electricity eluded them, just about able to hear Larissa yelp from behind.

Whilst Millie had made out with her girl friends at clubs, and grinded enough to pique her curiosity, she had never gone this far. Larissa seemed equally stunned, frozen stock still, only having mustered up the courage to approach the slim teenager on her ludicrous heels, but no further. As their poor feet were punished by the electricity yet again, they set clumsily into action, wet fingers meeting moist pussy lips and slipping inside simultaneously. Millie realised too late that she had inadvertently introduced globs of Damien's cum from her hands into the artsy girl's pussy, and now it was too late to stop. They finger-fucked to the rhythm, Larissa strangely enticed at the feeling of being pleasured by someone else for the second time today, and lavishing the careful attention being paid to her enjoyment, as Millie seemed intent to find the right spot; studying her reaction.

Though inexperienced, Larissa was trying her utmost to keep pace, rubbing her hand within Millie's tight teenage body and intrigued at the slimy liquid she could feel within her. In the dim light, and with the music so loud it made her squint, she could barely make out the thick white cum beginning to coat her fingers. Suddenly realising Damien must have fucked the young girl just moments ago, and now Larissa was rubbing his semen around inside her. The scandal of what they were doing only seemed to rile her up further, and as Millie squirted around her fingers, crying out with glee in Larissa's ear, it encouraged her to go rougher, not only grinding on her g-spot but rubbing the teenager's engorged clit with her palm.

The widening of the girl's eyes and mouth as she came again brought Larissa to climax along with her, falling quickly in sync, wagging her fluffy tail as she shook with orgasm. Millie could barely stay up on her heels, her ankles growing quickly sore, gripping Larissa's shoulder to stay upright. It worked for a few moments, but before long a shaking orgasm had them toppled over together, fighting to free their fingers and break their fall, the moisture on their hands and legs making composure difficult. Millie rolled avoiding injury, landing on her back while Larissa was thrust to the side, flinching as her anal toy met the ground and pushed deeper for a moment. She screeched, her head landing on the teenager's taut abdomen as the rest of her flailed up onto all fours.