Quinn squirmed on top of Ellen on the couch, relentlessly tonguing Ellen's slit, hands still bound behind her back, struggling to concentrate as a toy thrummed between her legs. Despite everything, there wasn't a hair out of place on Quinn's head as it bobbed up and down, her ponytail bouncing with each slow steady lick. Ellen was impressed at how quickly her new slave had picked up pussy-eating. Despite what a good job her slave was doing, Ellen was compelled by an idea, having noticed Will's attention was transfixed on Quinn - as ever.
His cock twitched and began to semi-harden, despite having only recently finished all over sweet little Meena's cheeks. That's when Ellen realised that she had control of the entire room. If she could command Quinn to do something to allure Will, he would get hard. The rules then dictated Meena would have to drop to her knees to service him. So just by ordering obedient little Quinn around, they were all her puppets. The thought stayed with her as she careened over the crest of her orgasm and landed on the other side, her legs still trembling.
"Please miss," said Quinn breathlessly, the vibrator exacting relentless pleasure on her sensitive nub, "can I... cum now?"
It took a while for Ellen's thoughts to solidify as the ripples of climax faded and the room took shape again. Her eyes landed on Meena, sat pensively on the floor, cum beginning to dry on her face and glasses, her pussy still shimmering with moisture as the vibrator maintained its slow hum. She could hear the toy inside Quinn begin to slow too, as it only seemed to speed up when Quinn was performing oral, or following a command. Otherwise, the devices maintained a slow teasing thrum.
"Tell you what, why don't you have Will suck on your toes again?" Ellen said it like a suggestion, but it was clear it was an order from her tone. "As long as he does, your little sex toy will speed up, and you can cum as many times as you like."
Will's expression dropped, but Quinn's was mixed. The notion that she might get to finally cum after over so much teasing was a relief, having been enviously close to finishing on multiple occasions, and now feeling it slip away again. She rolled onto her back obediently, positioning her arms carefully under her, so her shoulders could meet the sofa seat; it was the most comfortable she could be in her restraints. Her eyes were pleading, and Will felt powerless in their gaze, stepping forward to where Quinn was waving her shapely legs to-and-fro, her feet freshly clean from the shower. He hesitated before holding them, admiring the nude-painted toes and before he could second-guess himself, he rested a knee on the edge of the sofa to lower himself and took her toes in his mouth. As soon as his tongue met her skin, Quinn moaned as she was treated to intensified vibrations on her clit and g-spot. Her moaning grew louder and longer as he worked, and he let himself relax. It was freeing to finally let himself express his attraction to Quinn. Not just her delicate little feet, but now able to oggle the entirety of her tight figure. He lingered on her hardening nipples, and studied her features. Examining the brushstrokes of the painting. Better still, he could see in her face a reciprocated attraction, watching him closely as pleasure began to overtake her, quickly reaching a strong orgasm, her toes curling in his mouth as she arched her back, her muscles tensing to endure the eruption. He kept going and she screamed a thank you - as dictated by the rules - but he was unsure if it was directed at him or to her master.
Watching from the sidelines, Meena fortified herself for the peirce of jealousy, but nothing came. Instead she found herself staring, like she was experiencing an out of body experience, and Quinn's pleasure was her own. That thrill she had felt when Will's cum had marked her returned again at being made to watch him live out a fantasy of his own. Had it really taken a situation as unfathomable as this one for all of them to live out their meagre desires. All these years and any of them could have done this any time, and instead Meena had let her pride get in the way.
Her musings were broken by the mounting pressure of the anal toy, as it began to expand painfully inside her. The touch screens flashed up silently with Meena's avatar and "Rule Four", but she couldn't recall which rule was which. Her eyes met Will's hardening cock, reminding her of the obligation to attend to every one of his erections. She fumbled over to him amidst the pain, taking his warm dick between her lips and pressing her tongue gently to the base of his cock. He wasn't all the way hard, and so she was patient, fondling him until he stiffened to her touch, before dotting kisses up his shaft. In turn, her clit was rewarded with soft buzzing, and soon she was moaning along with Quinn, Will occasionally grunting his appreciation into Quinn's toes. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Ellen came over to straddle Quinn's face, muffling the moaning with her wet pussy. Quinn's reaction was almost instinctive by now, pressing a hard-tipped tongue to her master's clit and flicking in left-right motions.
From afar, their positions were an impressive construction, all four of them lost in mounting pleasure: Ellen straddling her slave Quinn's face, who's toes were being sucked by Will, serviced dutifully by Meena. The orchestra of moaning and vibrating were captured through small microphones concealed all around the apartment, transmitted with high quality video to an ecstatic audience. The clientele for these unique predicaments paid handsomely for inventive scenes like this, with the ability to switch through numerous camera angles, express their admiration in the stream of comments, and even upgrade their membership to be able to store recordings, or participate in votes. As the orgy went on, a poll was held to decide whether the stars deserved a reward, alongside a premium-member vote for what the events of tomorrow should hold in store.
By the time the votes had concluded, the four friends were strewn across the corner sofa. Panting, slick with sweat and other sticky juices, they enjoyed a moment of calm, turning their actions over in their mind. Deepest in thought was Quinn, the awkward angle she was lying at causing the gemstone of her ring to dig into her finger. Rather than readjust her position, she let herself feel it. She should have felt guilty, or ashamed, but all of that was drowned out by the glow of excitement. How could her marriage mean so little? The greatest commitment of her life had been broken, against her will at times, but she was left only wanting more. The sharp stone against her skin felt fitting, it was the least she deserved. Despite telling herself how wrong this all was over-and-over again, she couldn't convince herself, and soon the exhaustion took hold.
After a while of floating between weary contentment and sleep, Will became suddenly aware of Ellen's lips on his. He instinctively returned the kiss, his hands stroking up her soft hips as she gripped his cock and rubbed, pressing herself against him. He could feel her smiling as they made out, her fingers deftly positioning his member between her legs, sliding herself down onto it. They moaned in harmony. Rather than thrusting up and down, Ellen instead rolled her hips, grinding her sensitive clit into him and digging her red nails into his shoulders for balance. He didn't think it would be possible to get hard again, and yet his cock ached. She parted their kiss, staring at him a moment and then deciding her work was done. Ellen stood up on the couch and moved aside, just as Meena yelped. Again the toy in her ass punished her for not responding immediately to Will's erection. Despite half-watching it play out before her, Meena hadn't registered what cruel trick Ellen was playing until now.
"Ellen, what the fuck?" said Meena, pushing her aside so she fell lightly on the couch. There wasn't time to say much more, as she was forced to crawl next to Will and give him a blowjob, tasting Ellen's sex on him as she worked. The flavour of another woman was jarring, but as much as Meena wanted to stop, as soon as she removed Will from her mouth, the pain in her ass resumed. She grumbled, forced to endure the taste as she angrily sucked him off. Still sensitive, he found it immediately uncomfortable and tried to push her away, but with the threat of more pain in her ass, she fought back and swatted his hands away. The vibrations were unwelcome too, her clit stinging at the sensation, but whenever she stopped, her anus was stretched until it burned and so she resumed her sucking. Slower this time so Will wouldn't resist.
It took him a moment to understand the situation, realising Ellen had used him as a way to control Meena indirectly. He grew increasingly aggravated but tried not to take it out on Meena, ignoring his discomfort and lying back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling and taking controlled breaths in an attempt to drown out the groaning around his dick. Meena suffered through the sensitivity of her clit, writhing and shuddering uncontrollably while attempting to maintain some semblance of rhythm. She hated the sour taste she was forced to endure, but soon she got used to it, the torment beginning to melt into a sensation that wasn't too unpleasant. It went on for ages, neither of them close to cumming but forced to continue on all the same. Meena's jaw began to ache, removing him from her mouth for a moment and working him with her bound hands, her fingers struggling to grip as they became quickly slimy.
