What Happens In The Dark Ch 06

Dear Reader,

I hope you enjoy this addition to the story. In case you haven't figured it out, this story has significant elements of nonconsent (rape), as well as things such as anal sex. If those aren't your thing, don't read it. If they are... enjoy.

~NaughtyPaladin

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(Steven)

It was strange, both Karen and me, driving around town with no disguise when just a few weeks prior, I had... kidnapped her and raped her repeatedly. I mean, at this point she was basically begging me to have my way with her, as well as the two she had helped me bag for round two.

I had a single hand on my steering wheel, and my other had reseted for just a second on the center console, before Karen had taken it, and gently guided it into her shorts. Fuck it was hot, my fingers pumping her cunt as we drove to the sex shop. She panted, and braced against the door as my fingers picked up their pace at a red light, then just as we reached "Twisted Vixen, Adult Toys and Products", she bit her lips and spasmed as she came hard on my fingers.

I pulled my hand from her pussy and shorts, and she locked eyes with me, before sucking my fingers clean. Damn! She was so fucking hot.

Once she was done, licking her own pussy juices from my fingers, she opened the door, "Shall we?"

"Oh, by the way, I may have given them a fake name for all my purchases here." I told her.

Karen gave me a questioning look, but silently followed as we walked up to the door. The bell... or substitute for a bell... let out a woman's orgasmic moan as the door opened. Everything was tinted from the outside, and because they didn't have a door monitor or anything, stickers, like pasties, covered a good portion of the art on the walls, cardboard standups of women in very provocative positions, and the tvs had blurred images of scantily clad women dancing very inappropriately.

"I think I like this place." Karen laughed.

"Oh hey! Mara, Joe's here! He finally brought a girl!" The man behind the counter yelled.

"Hey Mark, how's it going?" I asked.

"Another day in paradise." He laughed. He was dressed super casually in a Metallica shirt, loose shorts, and flip flops.

"No shit, Joe? With a girl? I'll be right out." A woman called from the back.

Mark gave Karen the old "elevator eyes", seemingly surprised by what he saw.

"Man, I would never have taken you for half as kinky as the stuff he buys." Mark laughed. "Just goes to show, can't judge people for shit by how they look."

A woman, Mara, burst out of the back. She wore short shorts... like short enough if she moved wrong a bit of her folds might slip out between her thighs and half her ass was hanging out. Her top was a simple, light, cotton tank top, and the way the bars of her nipple piercings showed through revealed she was 100% not wearing a bra, or anything else under the tank top.

"Well, shit." Mara laughed. "Never would have pegged you for a customer."

"What do they mean?" Karen asked.

"Oh, you know the BDSM racks? Yeah, they have been betting about what you looked like based on the things I bought." I laughed.

"Okay, pierced nipples? Or clit?" Mara begged.

"Nope." Karen laughed awkwardly.

"Damn it. That's fifty to you." Mara sighed.

"But no crosses... You a church girlie?" Mark asked.

"No, religion hasn't really been my thing." Karen admitted.

"Damnit. That's seventy-five to you, so I'm twenty-five in the hole." Mark lamented.

"Told you a woman doesn't have to be a repressed religious nut to be a kinky slut." Mara laughed. "You'd think me being right fucking here would have made you rethink that."

"But it's just such a common thing." Mark sighed. "Anyways."

The two exchanged a look, then stared at me.

"Oh... Hey, Sue," He started, turning to Karen. "You prefer it in the ass or pussy?"

"No way I'd believe him." Mara declared. "Gotta hear it from the bitch's mouth."

"Oh... ooo... that's tough..." Karen worried. "I mean... they're both amazing... of course, pussy for breeding, but... ass for better orgasms?"

"Damn! Breeding kink AND loves anal?" Mark sighed. "You got a sister?"

Mara slapped him. "Again, I'm RIGHT FUCKING HERE!"

"Kidding, kidding..." Mark protested as she shielded himself from Mara's assault.

"So, what brings you in today?" Mara asked. "Gonna try something crazy? I have a few suggestions, based on the crazy shit you already have."

"Actually, we're looking for harnesses for strap-ons." I explained.

"Fuck yeah! Going for pegging?" Mara celebrated turning to Karen.

"Excuse me?" Karen wondered.

"Oh, that's where you use a strap-on and do him in his cute little booty." Mara explained in excitement.

"It doesn't sound fun, but it has its charms." Mark explained.

"I'm gonna be charming you after they leave." Mara declared.

"Actually, it's for another girl." Karen declared.

"Oh? A threesome? Kinky. What exactly are you looking for?" Mara pressed.

"Well," Karen thought for a moment, "She likes it in both... holes, and he likes her sucking him."

"What man doesn't?" Mara interjected, but it wasn't really a question.

"I wanted to get in on the action while she is... occupied." Karen explained.

"You are my kinda girl." Mara declared. "If you want to ditch the square, I'm open as a Dom."

"She's taken," I informed Mara.

"Only as long as you can keep her." Mara snarked back. "A woman knows how to please a woman. But for the strap-ons, this way..."

They followed her to the back corner.

"Personally, this is my fave. The strapless strap-on." She explained. Holding up what looked like a dildo with a weird loop on the back end.

"Strapless...? Strap-on?" Karen repeated.

"Yep, this bit goes in you." Mara explained, slipping the loop over her hand where it clamped to the palm of her hand, "And holds it in place, right against your clit, so every thrust diddles your button as you diddle her... or his... insides. The inside sits right in the g-spot so you get double the pleasure for every thrust and trust me, dominating like that makes you wonder if it's worth taking cock."

Karen debated, "So, um, why isn't that one in the packaging."

"Oh, this is my personal one." She explained. "Sometimes you need the demonstration to believe it." She waved her hand a bit, the dildo staying firmly affixed. "Some people say it must fall off way too easily, but this helps. And for others... let's just say I get to demonstrate the cleaners too."

Karen snorted.

I watched her, trying to read what Karen was thinking. She looked over the strap-ons, and listened as Mara explained how they all worked.

"Um... I think... I don't know which one I should get." She noted.

"Well, we can get a few and you can try them and see which you like." I offered.

"Now, we need to get you a harness too..." Karen bit her lip and I could bet how wet she was in her shorts.

"Damn girl. You know what you want don't you? Not big into double penetration myself, not unless it's a gangbang." Mara laughed. "But I do have some recommendations."

We ended up at the counter with a pile of boxes. Mara had always been a great saleswoman. It was why I had so many racks and tools for Karen, Cassie and Talia.

"And don't forget your arousal tablets." Mara told me. "Especially if your third is as shy as it kinda sounds like she is, it will work wonders."

"Aren't those a scam?" I asked. "A Female Viagra is like a holy grail, isn't it?"

"Yeah, there have been a few that came out, but usually the FDA comes up with some bogus excuse and bans them." Mara huffed in disgust. "This one is a bomb, like... I can vouch for it. I have NEVER been so horny in my life, and that's fucking saying something for me."

"She gets desperate for cock." Mark confirmed. "Waiting for a condom is too long."

"Fuck, even if I get pregnant, it was fucking worth!" Mara groaned, and I could see her squeezing her thighs together at the memory. "Besides, abortions are easy enough nowadays."

"Huh..." I thought. "How much stock do you have on hand?"

"I have two pallets. Okay, so each pallet is two hundred cases, with three boxes to a case. I have to pop one every night now," She confessed. "I go through a box in a week."

I thought about it and looked at the price tag, they weren't cheap. "I'll take three cases."

"Fuck dude, what do you do for a living?" Mark shook his head.

"Shut up and just ring him up." Mara hissed. "I'll get you the cases."

Mark rang us up and I looked at the bill, remembering when a sum like that would have made me piss myself. I pulled out my wallet and started counting out hundred dollar bills.

"Love that you use cash, man." Mark laughed.

"Can't have the credit card companies ripping off my favorite shop." I told them. Not admitting I just didn't want the digital payment trail.

"Here are those boxes..." Mara laughed. "You might be just in time." She confessed. "Just got an email, it might be a recall. But if you're out the door before I read it... I can't be expected to stop you... I'll just say those boxes got destroyed in transit and I threw them out or something. I'll email you if it's anything that you should worry about. I doubt it'll be anything, I just think the FDA hates women and doesn't want us having a good time. Fuck 'em."

"In that case, give me more boxes. Before you get a chance to read that email." I made the call based on my gut feel. "Another... seven cases, make it an even ten."

"You know you're basically keeping us in business now, right?" Mara teased and ran for more boxes.

We laughed.

"Now, I'm just saying... You want some Viagra to go with those pills? I know he needs them to keep up with me when I'm on them." Mara pressed.

"Isn't Viagra prescription only?" I demanded.

"Okay, not 'Viagra'... But these..." Mara held up a couple of boxes, "...are basically Viagra. You chew 'em, they work faster, and... yeah, they TECHNICALLY wear off faster, but that helps mitigate the long term consequence of Viagra use. I've got like seven brands."

"I like this one." Mark admitted. "It has a few nice additives that go a long way in the sack."

"You two are too good of salesmen." I laughed. "Throw 'em in."

"How do you think we keep this place afloat?" Mara demanded. "I do what it takes to keep this place in business. Though, honestly, even then it is just barely. The profit margins on a business like this are slim. Without the OnlyFans, we'd never have money for fun... well, out of shop fun."

I looked at the multiple posters on the back wall advertising her OnlyFans with pictures of her naked, her hands covering her tits and pussy. "I guess that checks."

"Top tier locals can even pay a bit extra for a dom-sesh. You interested, Mr. Moneybags?" She cackled.

"Nah, I'm more into Domming than being Dommed." I admitted.

"Lucky girls." Mara winked at Karen. "I've yet to find a guy who could actually get me off like that. But the thrill of domination... God, I love it."

We finished up, took the bags and got in the car.

"What a bitch." Karen snapped.

"What? Mara?" I wondered as I pulled out of the parking lot.

"Yeah! What kind of a bitch would... you don't 'peg' your man. You don't Dom your man. He does whatever he fucking wants to you and you just love it!" Karen fumed. "I don't even know how we'd fix her though. If we threw her in the... what do you call that room anyway?"

I cleared my throat. "Well, I haven't really had to talk to people about it. I called it a man-cave when I worked with the contractors to build it... I just think of it as my sex dungeon..."

"Oh..." She swooned. "A sex dungeon... Fuck that's hot. Anyway, that Mara bitch probably wouldn't even care if she spent a year in there. We'll have to find a new way to break bitches when they aren't just uptight prudes..."

I wasn't sure if Cassie counted as a prude. It was weird, but not entirely inaccurate to call Karen that before... our time together. I still wondered what Karen thought the goal here was. I was seriously just getting my rocks off and perhaps getting a bit of vengeance on these bitches for the hell my life had been for the past... well, frankly forever. Dating as a man was the worst. Karen clearly had other plans.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and when I parked at my house, I got out and checked. Damn, it was an email from Mara, to my secure, anonymous email.

"Dude, be careful." The email started. "The FDA did issue a recall on those sex pills, but frankly I may say I've just already sold them all. Apparently, they work by turning a woman's hormones up to a twelve. Makes you horny as shit, but also makes women ovulate, and can interfere with birth control and such. So due to unexpected pregnancy, this is being recalled. Fuck, in a few years Phizer will probably re-release it for ten times the price as a fertility medication. Bloody corrupt government."

"Well then." I noted.

"What's up?" Karen pleaded.

"Well, Mara says the pills were recalled." I informed her. "Turns out they ramp up your hormones, and make you ovulate. So because it wasn't marketed as fertility medication, it's getting recalled."

"So a super-knock-up drug?" Karen purred. "Perfect."

"You want them to get pregnant?" I wondered.

"They fucking deserve it... And I want it too..." Karen admitted, looking me dead in the eye.

Fuck. That was hot.

We brought everything in and Karen followed Mara's instructions, unpackaging all the new toys. Of course, the moment she could, she was naked again. My cock definitely stirred as I sat on the couch looking into the kitchen at a very naked Karen using the cleaning foam and rubbing various phallic objects.

I had to think. If I was knocking her up, which was fucking hot, and maybe knocking up more girls... I didn't see either Cassie or Talia coming back... but Karen showed no signs of being done bringing me bitches when we were done with these two, so I had to consider I might get another cock-addicted slut who was throwing herself at my feet begging me to breed her... Fuck that was so hot.

But it brought with it a series of problems.

I pulled up my email and shot off a message to one of my guys. I had an idea and I wanted to see how viable it was.

Moments later, before Karen was even finished with the toys. My phone dinged. When a player with as much money as I did messaged, people in the field got back with you ASAP.

"Alright," I told Karen. "I'm going back out again."

She looked at me and started reaching for the towel.

"I'll-"

"Stay here." I told her. "But if anyone knocks, no one is here. If anyone comes around, no one is here. And don't go fucking with Talia and Cassie until I get back."

"What am I supposed to do?" Karen pouted.

"You know where my bed is... See which one you like the best?" I suggested, motioning to the various silicone, glass, and who knows what else cocks.

It only took me a few minutes to pull up at my destination.

"Steven!" Mr. Richards, my financial manager and real estate guy, greeted me. "I am always happy to hear from my favorite client!"

"And I'm always happy to get the reports on my investments." I told him, clasping his hand. "How in the world do you get returns like that? I tried looking into it and you are beating the market by such crazy margins?"

He laughed. "Well, I admit it is a bit... uncomfortable to admit, but I just invest where the people who have the highest rates of returns do. I put in a lot of effort to follow these lead investors. I'm not always quite as fast as they are, but I get on it as soon as I can and buy just after they do, and sell just after they do."

"Who are these people?" I laughed, "And if they are beating your rates, why don't I just hire them?"

"Well, you kinda are, because they are Senators and members of the House of Representatives." He shrugged. "Last time I checked, they don't take money for telling people when to buy or sell stocks, but if you just match what they do, you make an absolute killing."

"Isn't that insider trading?" I objected, "I can't get caught up in that."

"Well, they have to declare their investments, and I just have a service I pay for getting that information a bit faster than the public gets it for free." Mr. Richards explained. "As for them being involved in insider trading. Nancy Pelosi says it is not something they are looking at, and let's be honest. Everyone does it. Democrats. Republicans. I doubt it's going anywhere anytime soon."

That pissed me off, but I guess I was benefiting from it, so I couldn't get too pissed off.

"Is that why my money keeps doubling?" I asked.

"Yep." Mr. Richards confirmed. "When I see politicians, especially certain committee members, buying up stocks, I dump money there ASAP and when they sell at triple the value they just bought at, I do too. You get your money growing like crazy, and I get my nice little commission."

He led me to his desk and we sat.

"But that isn't what you were here for... Let me show you what I've found."

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(Karen)

Oh, holy fucking fuck sticks.

I had no idea for how long I'd been laying on the bed seeing which of these amazing dildos felt the best in my soaking cunt. They all felt so good. I'd get finished with one, thinking I couldn't possibly go on, then I'd see the next one and my pussy would start tingling all over again.

They were nothing next to Steven's dick... And there wasn't the satisfying moment when his cum gushed into me... but fuck, I was starting to get light-headed from the amount I'd fucked myself with these things.

I lay, my chest heaving, and looked at the toys. I had gone through less than half of them, and was exhausted. Hell, before my time in the sex dungeon, just thinking about that term made my pussy tingle, I probably would have been sore after just one of these dildos. We hadn't exactly gone small. If I hadn't gotten used to Stevens' thick cock stretching me wide open, I'm not sure I could have even gotten the bigger ones in.

But... I'd have to try the others later. I was whipped. I took the toys down to the kitchen to wash the ones I'd used, then took them down to the basement, to the corridor between the house of the free sluts, and the dungeon for the bitches in training. There were bins and bins of toys. A fair number I'd been subjected to during my time in the dungeon. My fingers lingered on one I wasn't sure if Steven knew had been my favorite. A butt-plug that vibrated and pulsated, stretching deeper before shrinking back, basically fucking my asshole, usually while he ravaged one of my other holes. I plugged it in to make sure it was charged...

I then checked on the video feed. How were our bitches doing? Not talking to each other. Cassandra was still poking around, trying to find some way out of the room. She'd need to be punished for that. The thought made lightning race over my folds as I thought what I'd do to her... Of course, two against one, weak pathetic women against a weak pathetic woman, I would be an idiot to open that door. Steven, the only strong, capable man here, would have no fear. He could probably manhandle the three of us if he wanted to. Not that I would ever turn against him... Oh, I'd learned my place.

Talia... Talia just lay there on her bed. I checked the recording, and saw that she had tried to take her mind off things by doing a workout. Doing crunches, pushups and squats... Yes. Keep your body fit and tight for our man. That's a good little slut.

I grinned and tweaked my nipples. Talia's breasts were just barely bigger than mine, but my ass was a bit bigger. Of course, Cassandra's tits and ass were bigger than either of ours. I hoped once I had Steven's baby in me, my breasts would grow to be like hers, and maybe my ass too. She was a MILF for sure, as the boys said. Maybe that's why I wanted to punish her so much. Was I jealous of her tits and ass? Eh, didn't matter. Cassandra wasn't submitting to Steven like she should and she needed to be punished until she did. Cassandra should beg him to impregnate her, fuck whatever hole he wanted, whenever he wanted, however he wanted.