Nodding jerkily, Becky’s legs were clamped together, her thighs rubbing against each other. “I’ll just get dried off,” she panted as she moved unsteadily towards the exit.
“Gothy,” Alvin said as he grabbed the soap, “no touching and no orgasms until I say so.”
A frustrated whimper came from her. “As you command, Hero.”
Leaving the shower a couple of minutes later, Alvin found Becky leaning against the wall. Alvin just met her lust filled gaze while he toweled off. Dry, he smirked at her, “Ready for the fun to really begin?”
“Gods, yes,” Becky husked as she left the room before him.
Alvin caught her short of the dungeon, pulling her to a stop. “Close your eyes. No peeking until I say you can open them.”
Frustrated sounds came from her as she complied with his order. Taking her by the waist, he led her into the dungeon. Getting her to stop before the bench that her new jacket was on, Alvin smiled as he imagined her surprise.
“Arms out straight,” Alvin whispered.
Once she was in position, he slid the modified straitjacket over her arms. Becky’s arms remained extended as he buckled the back, though her hands were in the mitten-like ends of the sleeves.
“Silk?” Becky asked, not understanding what he had put on her or why she was feeling the smooth, slick feeling of silk.
“It’s silk-lined to make things a bit easier for those long play times,” Alvin told her as he bent her right arm at the elbow and attached the mitten part to her waist, then her left as well.
Becky tried to move her arms, only to find them securely latched in place. “Hero, what is this?”
“Shh, give me a moment,” Alvin said as he knelt and attached the straps that ran down the back, up and around her thighs, to buckle to the front of the jacket. Humming, he soon latched her elbows to the side of the jacket. Once she was fully buckled in, he wheeled the tall mirror over in front of her. “Okay, now open your eyes and tell me what you think of your gift.”
Blinking, Becky looked at her image in the mirror directly before her. The black jacket she wore was covered in d-rings. Her arms were completely encased down to the mitten endings for her hands, all of which had the same rings at intervals. Breath catching, she turned around to see the same attachment points lining the back of the jacket at regular points. “My very own bondage jacket?”
“Tada,” Alvin said as he came over to stand behind her. “You like it?”
“Yes,” Becky breathed out.
“It’s got everything,” Alvin said as he undid a few snaps that she hadn’t noticed, allowing her breasts to spill out of the front of the jacket. “Unfettered access for me.”
“Hero,” the single word held all of her emotions as her eyes started to mist with tears.
“Shh, time for the real fun,” Alvin said gently, bending her over the bench and attaching the lines to anchor her in place. “You can thank me later. First, though, I think it’s time to give my slut something she’s been wanting all day.”
He buried himself all the way to the base of his cock with the first thrust. Becky felt herself clamp down as her own orgasm was denied by the collar around her neck. “Yes, Hero, take me.”
Hand crashing down on her round ass, Alvin did just as she asked and took her. He was rough, brutal, and aggressive, but under it all, they both knew that he was doing what they both wanted and needed.
For hours, he played with her, denying her any orgasm while he came three times—once in each of her eager holes. The third time, he finally let her join him in orgasm as he flooded her ass with cum.
Shuddering, he finally pulled himself free of her and found her unconscious. “Maybe I played a bit too rough with her?”
Shaking his head, he left her there so he could grab the things he needed to clean them both up. They would both need a shower again in the morning, but they would be good for tonight. Unbuckling her arms, but leaving her in the jacket, Alvin carried Becky to the bedroom. His back wasn’t happy, but he didn’t hurt himself doing it.
Climbing into bed with her, Alvin snuggled against her back, his hands cupping her breasts. “Goodnight, my sex-crazed temptress.” A deep snore was her response to his words, making him chuckle. “My delicate gothic princess.”
Chapter Twenty-six
Alvin woke to Becky’s deep snores and an overwhelming urge to pee. Carefully shifting out from under her, so as not to wake her, he took care of his pressing need. Once that was done, he took a quick shower to clean himself better than he had last night. Standing in the doorway a few minutes later, Alvin watched her sleep for a short while before he went to the kitchen.
Taking care not to make noise, he assembled the items for breakfast and began to cook. The biscuits came out of the oven, steaming and golden brown. With those done, he switched his focus to getting the eggs started while he kept the gravy stirring.
Alvin heard a muffled sound from the bed as he paused to pour himself some coffee. He smirked as Becky sat up, her eyes slowly starting to focus as she struggled to untangle herself.
“Do you like your new jacket?”
The words got Becky’s attention, and she blinked as she saw him in just the apron, watching her and sipping coffee. Looking down at the contraption she was in, she smiled, “I was shocked last night—it has so many possibilities, but why am I still wearing it?”
“You passed out last night,” Alvin chuckled as he recalled her shuddering orgasm. “It was the perfect crescendo to the evening. Breakfast will be ready in a minute. Why don’t you go use the bathroom?”
“Fine,” Becky got out of bed. “You need to take this off first.”
Alvin gave her an evil smile, “No. It's not in the way of your bits, you can use the bathroom just fine.”
“But…” Becky let the word fade, “okay, fine.”
Watching her walk away, Alvin went back to cooking. He had food and coffee laid out on the table by the time she came out of the bathroom. “See? Perfect timing.”
“That was difficult,” Becky said, eyeing him. “Now take this off.”
“Still no,” Alvin smiled. “Sit and eat.”
“I can’t eat with these on,” Becky said, holding up her hands, still encased in their mittens.
Watching her, he could see the fight she was having between being forced to endure and her actual annoyance at being less than able in front of him. “I’ll give you a chance to earn it being removed,” Alvin said.
Eyes narrowing even as her desire started to pick up, Becky nodded. “Go on.”
“If you can get me off before I finish my breakfast, I’ll take off the jacket for today,” Alvin said before taking a big bite of his biscuits and gravy.
Becky quickly went under the table, taking his stiff cock into her mouth eagerly. Spreading his legs wider to give her better access, Alvin paused to enjoy the sensation. With a small moan, he forced his eyes open and went back to eating.
Alvin had difficulties with his meal; he kept wanting to drop his fork and grab Becky’s head. His eyes kept rolling back or wanting to close at her expert attentions. Breathing hard, Alvin felt the tingle that told him he was close, and finally admitted defeat. Setting the fork down, he reached down and grabbed Becky’s head. Tangling his hands in her hair right next to her skull, he took control of her movements, which was enough to push him that last little bit towards the finish line. Her happy moan vibrating down his length was the last straw. With a grunt, he pushed her all the way down, his cum pumping into her mouth as he shuddered in his seat.
Becky came out from under the table after he released her. Licking her lips, she smiled at Alvin. “Now, about my jacket?”
With a snort, Alvin got himself sitting upright, reaching out for the straps that led around her thighs. “Yeah, you won that round. I should have known better, or taken a bigger head start on my meal.”
Becky stuck her tongue out at him. “That would have been cheating. Besides, I need to thank you for the extra pro
tein, it was tasty.”
Turning her around, he began unbuckling the straps that held the jacket closed. A wicked smile came to him as he worked on the buckles. Instead of finishing them, he turned Becky and pushed her onto the table, just to the side of his plate. “You’re welcome, but I should give you an extra reward for the compliment.”
“Hero?” Becky asked, then yipped as his hand came cracking across her ass.
“I know you love your spankings,” Alvin said as he held her down with one hand planted firmly between her shoulder blades, his other hand coming back for another slap. “Count them off, Gothy.”
“One,” Becky said breathlessly. “Two,” she moaned as he struck for the second time.
Alvin stopped on twenty, his hand stinging, and Becky’s ass a bright pink. “That will do,” he chuckled and finished unbuckling the jacket. “Now, eat your breakfast. It's already a little cold.”
Shrugging the jacket off and draping it over one of the other chairs, Becky nodded and gingerly took her seat. “Well worth it,” she murmured.
The couple ate their meal in silence once they had both settled in. Finishing his first, Alvin took the dishes to the sink and began cleaning them. “You need to take another shower, and we need to see if you can come and go from the portal as long as I stay inside.”
“You already showered, didn’t you?” Becky asked.
“Yes,” Alvin replied, “otherwise, I wouldn’t have had you under the table.”
“Point,” Becky chuckled, “you did take me in the end last night.”
“Right before you passed out,” Alvin chuckled.
“If someone hadn’t stopped me from orgasming all night, I wouldn’t have passed out when I was finally able to.”
“Maybe.” Alvin chuckled, then changed the subject, “We should make it to the forest today, hopefully.”
“We’re going into Bridgeport first. Are we going to see if we can find Lister and teach him some manners?”
“Maybe,” Alvin said as he took the plate from Becky. “We have stuff to sell, so I’d like to take care of that, and maybe get some info from the others in town before we decide what to do. It’s likely he has automated defenses in place, and we don’t know how those work.”
Becky frowned. “That’s a good point.”
“We’ll have to play it by ear,” Alvin said. “Now go get cleaned up, you dirty slut. We have things to do today.”
A small shiver ran down her body at his words. “If you taunt me, it might delay us leaving even more,” Becky said as she hugged him from behind.
“Alright, I’ll stop teasing you for a little bit,” Alvin said, his hands covered in soap as he continued to clean the dishes. “Now go get clean so I can finish this.”
Letting go of him, Becky slapped his ass hard and earned a yip from him, then darted toward the bathroom. “Hehe, got you,” she called over her shoulder.
Resisting the urge to rub the mark she left, Alvin thought of all the things he could do to pay her back. Finished with the dishes, he put the jacket away in the playroom, and got it tidied up before Becky came out of the bathroom.
“We’re going to kill some of the cattle before we leave,” Alvin told her. “Might as well take some of the easy XP that’s presented to us.”
“Makes sense to me,” Becky agreed, grabbing her clothing and beginning to dress.
“Jarvis, how did we do with the donations for the show that we put on last night?” Alvin asked casually, his eyes focused on Becky.
Becky’s face flushed red, her lips parting as she processed his words. “Oh, yeah, they can see us all the time now…”
“The button was activated this morning, sir. You won’t be given the XP until midnight. Until they calculate it and enter it into the system earmarked for you, I do not have the numbers.”
“Figures,” Alvin sighed. “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see tomorrow, then.”
Becky started dressing again. “Is that why you were so mean to me last night?”
“You mean all the extra attention I gave you while continuously denying you?”
“Yes.”
“Yup,” Alvin grinned. “Besides, you loved it. Just like you love the thought of your torment being watched by our fans. I see those thighs rubbing together, Gothy.”
Taking a deep breath, her head moved just barely up and down. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hero.”
“Today is going to be potentially fatal, so no pleasure until we’re back in the room,” Alvin said firmly.
“No,” Becky whimpered softly. “Come on, Hero, at least just leave it at no touching.”
Lips pursed, Alvin considered it. “No touching, no orgasms, and no using toys.”
Becky sighed, “Fine.” Crossing the room to him, her clothing appeared on her. “At least I can still have the pleasure of kissing you.” Suiting action to words, she pushed him against the wall and kissed him hungrily.
Letting the kiss linger for a bit, Alvin enjoyed the moment before he pushed her gently back. “Time for business, Gothy. Out you go, then come right back in.”
Becky stepped out of the glowing door, then came right back through the portal. “Seems like it works.”
“Maybe we can use that,” Alvin mumbled, then shook his head. “Something to keep in mind,” he added, before joining her at the portal. “Ready for a moooving moment?”
Becky winced. “That one hurt me. If you start punning more often, you’re going to be a bully.”
Alvin flinched at her return pun. “Wow, you going to milk this?”
“No,” Becky smiled sweetly, “I’m going to cream you. Or is that too cheesy for you?”
Alvin paused, then shook his head. “I’m going to call it my loss on that double pun.”
Becky chuckled, “I shall retain my crown.”
“Queen of pun-ishment,” Alvin agreed. “Now let’s get going.”
“As you wish, Hero,” Becky said as she put her arm around his waist.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Alvin stood to the side of the Humvee, with Becky up in the gunner’s position. “I’ll pick the targets,” Alvin reminded her as he brought her Tommy gun up to his shoulder. “Ready?”
“Been ready,” Becky said as she waited for him.
“Here we go,” Alvin said as he picked out the first cow. Opening fire, he put two rounds into it, before switching targets. Becky got the M240B firing, which tore chunks out of the cow, then followed along with his marked targets.
About five cows in, the cattle finally broke the fence and ran away from the couple, right in the middle of them reloading. Alvin turned his attention to the bulls, who were in a pen on the other side of the barn. They milled around, clearly agitated by the noise and smell of blood. Once their guns were reloaded, Alvin picked out the next target and the killing continued. Much like the cows, the bulls eventually broke the fence and ran for it. It took more rounds to kill the bulls, so Alvin and Becky only managed to drop three before they ran off.
“Only eight,” Becky said as the M240B reloaded again.
“Actually, miss, it’s nine,” Jarvis advised her. “One other died near the creek behind the barn, due to the bleeding from the M240B.”
“Well, that’s something,” Becky said as she latched the hatch and got out of the Humvee. “You want the bulls or the cows, Hero?”
“I’ll go loot the bulls and grab the cow behind the barn,” Alvin said, handing off her Tommy so she could put it away. “See you back here in a minute so we can get on the road again.”
Back at the Humvee, Alvin chuckled over the loot he’d picked up. Two tanned hides and a set of bull horns had dropped from his kills. Setting the items into the back of the Humvee, Alvin waited for Becky to return.
“I didn’t expect the hides,” Becky said as she unloaded five of them from her bag. “Luckily, they stack to at least five.”
“That gives us more to sell when we get to a kiosk,” Alvin said as he climbed int
o the Humvee.
“How long is it to Bridgeport, Jarvis?” Becky asked as she got in.
“Normally it would be close to an hour, miss. Without knowing the conditions between here and there, though, it is hard to be certain.”
“An hour or more,” Becky shrugged. “That’s good enough. At least it isn’t snowing today.”
“Yet,” Alvin muttered as he got the Humvee started. “Next stop, hopefully Bridgeport, California. Funnily enough, we’re carrying enough illegal firearms to have made us into instant fugitives in the state, once upon a time.”
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