Downtime and Death (Apocalypse Gates Author's Cut Book 5)

by Daniel Schinhofen

  “Yes,” Mousie whimpered.

  “Of course. You’re our Hero, and we’ll always be your Gothy and Mousie,” Gothy replied.

  “I’m not changing my kiosk name to Hero,” Alvin laughed.

  “Spoilsport,” Gothy said, sticking her tongue out at him.

  “Did you want me to be everyone’s Hero?” Alvin asked.

  “No… okay, fine, I see your point,” Gothy admitted. “I’ll always be Gothy, because that is what you named me. Mousie and I agreed on it before we did it.” The flogger came around, striking Mousie, “Right, Mousie?”

  “Yes, Gothy.”

  “I like this room,” Desiree said from across the room where she was looking over some of the devices. “All of this is for playful fun?”

  “Yes, but some of them can be for playful punishment, too,” Alvin replied. “Did you want to try any of them?”

  “I’m not sure some of them will work, considering my shorter stature,” Desiree said.

  “Which ones?” Alvin asked, moving over to her while Gothy continued flogging Mousie.

  “What about this one?”

  “The horse?” Alvin grinned. “If you want to strip down, I’ll get you up there for a ride.”

  “How does it work?” Desiree asked as her clothing vanished, leaving her nude.

  “I get you positioned straddling it with your arms bound just above your head, then adjust it so the peak of the horse is pressing into you. You can get relief from it by getting onto your toes, but that only lasts as long as you can stay like that. When you can’t, the horse comes back into play again.”

  “Oh… that sounds painful… and intriguing. Do they both like it?”

  “I love it. It’s one of my favorites,” Gothy grinned. “Hero, can you upgrade the horse so all three of us can ride it together?”

  Alvin let a sadistic grin touch his lips, “Oh, yes. Why don’t you bring Mousie over here?”

  With a thought, a pad appeared in his hand and he modified the horse. He made it a little longer, and set it up so anyone riding the horse— no matter the difference in height— could all enjoy it. Gothy and Mousie were both there by the time he was ready for them.

  “Desiree, would you like to be facing one of them?” Alvin asked her.

  “I’m not sure. I’ve never seen this piece of equipment in use, much less used it myself.”

  “Have all of us facing the same way, Hero,” Gothy said. “Put Desiree in between Mousie and me. That will give her a chance to lean on one of us if she needs to rest more often than we do.”

  “Fair. Okay, ladies, mount up and I’ll get you shackled into position.”

  “I would wager I need less rest than either of you,” Desiree said as she swung her leg over the horse.

  “Oh, and what do you want to bet?” Gothy asked with a smirk.

  “Say... exclusive use of Hero tonight? The other two have to entertain each other?”

  “I agree to this,” Mousie said without hesitation.

  “Hmm, I’ll agree, too. I don’t see a downside if it’s just for a single night,” Gothy said.

  Alvin chuckled while he got their legs shackled to the blocks. “Looks like I’m the prize. Since that’s the case, I’ll be adding my own twist to this bet: I’m going to take away your sight and hearing, and I’ll be adding pleasure or pain as I see fit. You all still want in on this?”

  “Yes,” all three said in unison.

  “Okay, then, buckle up. It’s going to be a humpy ride,” Alvin chuckled.

  “You and that pun,” Gothy sighed.

  Grinning, Alvin finished getting them ready, then raised the horse and blocks so each of them was riding properly. Once they were set, he put blindfolds on each of them, followed by earmuffs. Stepping back, he admired the three of them for a while.

  Still not sure she’ll be staying with us, but damn if she doesn’t fit right in. Shorter, thicker, and paler, but just as wild and crazy. If you don’t stay with us, Desiree, I might actually be sad about that, Alvin thought as he went to get the extra toys he wanted.

  Once he had the clamps in place on each of them, he chuckled. Taking the vibrating eggs, he put one into each woman. He handed each of them a controller, but for the one next in line, not their own.

  Desiree was the first one to gasp and shift, letting Mousie know whose controller she had. Mousie could not help squeaking when Gothy began to change a lot of settings on the controller she held. Mousie shifted the intensity on her controller down, making Desiree squirm and whimper, wanting it go back up. Gothy moaned and pushed against Desiree’s back, her vibrator suddenly spiking in intensity.

  Picking up the violet wand and a crop, Alvin went back over to them. Taking his time and being careful, he used both the crop and wand to catch each of them by surprise, adding a new element to the torture they were already undergoing.

  Mousie was the first to beg out, after almost an hour. Alvin unhooked her and lifted her off the horse. She sat down next to him, trembling, and watched the other two. Alvin took the remotes from Gothy and Desiree and handed them both to Mousie.

  “You get to decide which of them feels what,” Alvin told her. “You did good, Mousie. Both of them are just a bit more masochistic than you, is all. While we wait for one of them to break, you can do something for me.”

  “It’ll be my pleasure, Hero,” Mousie murmured as she took his stiff flesh into her mouth.

  Exhaling slowly, Alvin’s mind went blank as she began to suckle him. “You are damned good at that, Mousie.”

  Mousie let out the muffled sound of agreement as she slowly worked up and down his entire shaft. She knew she would not get more of him tonight, and wanted this moment to last as long as it could.

  Taking a deep breath, Alvin went back to applying the crop and wand to Desiree and Gothy. Time slipped by, and Alvin was shaking as Mousie kept him on the edge, but did not push him far enough to orgasm. Desiree and Gothy were both shaking and shivering, as well; Mousie continued to switch the vibrators to different speeds and settings, never letting them stay long enough to bring either woman to orgasm.

  Unable to hold back any longer, Alvin set both the toys aside and gently gripped Mousie’s ears. A pleasant vibration coursed along his shaft when Mousie moaned. With her head held firmly in both hands, Alvin took control of her, forcing her to go faster.

  “Come on, Mousie…! Be a good Elf and swallow every drop,” Alvin panted, feeling his cock swell just before he began to fill her mouth with his seed.

  Another moan was followed by her sucking harder, both of them lost in the moment.

  “Hero, I admit defeat,” Gothy panted, unable to take any more.

  “I’m done, Hero,” Desiree said a heartbeat later.

  Pulling his spent cock from Mousie’s mouth, Alvin picked up the controls for the horse and set about getting the other two down. By the time he had them unhooked and sitting, Mousie had put away all the toys and was standing behind him.

  Taking off their earmuffs and blindfolds, he gave Desiree and Gothy a smile. “You two were both determined to win. I’m sorry, Gothy, but Desiree tapped out two seconds behind you.”

  Gothy glanced at Desiree with a mixture of disappointment and happiness. “I see. I’ll have to do better next time.”

  “I won’t go out easy if I wish to hold my title,” Desiree smiled at her. “I knew you’d be a tough opponent, Gothy.” Leaning over, Desiree kissed Gothy, their tongues meeting in an impassioned duel.

  Alvin chuckled as he watched the two of them. “Mousie, maybe we should go to the bedroom since these two are ob—”

  “No,” Gothy said, getting to her legs. She was wobbling, but was steady enough to take Mousie’s arm. “She is mine tonight.”

  “I’ll leave her to you, then, Gothy,” Alvin said. Leaning in, he grabbed Gothy and kissed her just as passionately as Desiree had.

  “That’s enough, Hero. You’re mine tonight,” Desiree said, gently trying to pull him away.

&nb
sp; “We do have a small problem,” Alvin said. “We only have the one bed. It’s large, but maybe we should fix that at least for tonight.”

  “No,” Gothy said, leading Mousie toward the door. “We’ll take the spare room for the next few hours. We’ll come back to sleep after.”

  “Gothy…” Desiree said, waiting for her to stop, “thank you.”

  Gothy looked back, a hint of surprise in her eyes. “Oh?”

  “I know,” Desiree replied simply. “I will savor tonight. Thank you.”

  “You won,” Gothy replied, heading for the door again. “Give him hell.”

  “I’d rather get heaven,” Alvin muttered.

  “We hope to see his brain fried when we come back,” Mousie said.

  “Oh, I’ll do my best, but I might need your help if he resists me,” Desiree smiled.

  “Gladly,” Gothy replied. “In the meantime, you come with me, wench.” She gave Mousie a gentle tug. “I have things I need you to attend to.”

  “Yes, Gothy,” Mousie said eagerly as she was pulled along.

  “Now, Hero,” Desiree husked, “do you think you can handle me without your minions?”

  Alvin turned around slowly, looking down at the stout woman before him. “That depends, Desiree. Did you want me to lavish you with attention or force you to submit?”

  Desiree did not reply right away, looking thoughtful as she considered the question. Seconds ticked by before she replied, “Yes.”

  Alvin smiled and took a step back. “Remember to say red if you need me to stop.”

  “You think I’ll need to?” Desiree said as she stretched.

  “Depends on how hard you intend to resist,” Alvin said, watching her body flex with the motion.

  “With everything I have. I need to know if you can truly handle me,” Desiree said firmly.

  “You have your way out,” Alvin said softly. “Don’t forget it.”

  “I won’t, but I also won’t need it.”

  Chapter Forty-two

  Waking slowly, Alvin tried to rub his nose only to realize his arms were being held down. His eyes snapped open in momentary panic but he relaxed when saw that Gothy was curled up on his left arm, using it as a pillow, while Desiree had done the same on his right. Brief snippets of memories from last night danced through his head. Wild night, Alvin chuckled silently.

  Shifting, Desiree turned over, smiling when she saw he was awake. “Morning, Hero.”

  “Morning, Desiree. Are you okay?”

  Desiree’s sleepy smile bloomed into brilliance as she leaned forward to kiss him softly. “Yes. Thank you for last night. I’m fully comfortable with you now.”

  “I was a little worried,” Alvin admitted.

  “I figured as much when you stopped to check on me three times,” Desiree replied. “I really am okay. I’m a little sore in a few places, but perfectly fine, otherwise. I didn’t think you’d be able to handle me, so I’m glad I was wrong.”

  “Would it have changed anything if I hadn’t been able to?”

  Desiree’s smile faltered, “Yes.” The moment passed and her smile returned, twice as bright as before. “It’s changed things in different ways, though, because you were able to.”

  “Hero?” Gothy murmured as she rolled over. “Is it time to—?”

  “Sir, I’ll be starting breakfast,” Jarvis called through the door after knocking loudly. “You have two hours before you have to leave.”

  “Seems so, Gothy.”

  “Hero, may I come out now?” Mousie asked from under the bed.

  “Since everyone is awake, let’s get cleaned up.”

  “Don’t wanna,” Gothy grumbled.

  “Let Mousie out and get the shower started, please,” Alvin asked Desiree. “We’ll be along in a few minutes.”

  “Of course,” Desiree said, getting out of bed. Triggering the shutters on the bottom, she smiled at Mousie, “Come on, Mousie. We have things to do.”

  “Understood.”

  “Gothy,” Alvin said softly, rolling over to hold her, “come on. We have hours of travel to deal with today.”

  “No.”

  “You’re cute when you’re pouting and contrary, but we do have to get moving. Or are you upset about last night?”

  Gothy stopped pulling the covers tighter to her. “No, Hero. I gave in a little bit before I would have if I had been utterly serious about it. I was hopeful that Desiree would show she was serious, and she did. I’m worried, is all.”

  “About what, my precious succubus?” Alvin asked, kissing the nape of her neck.

  “I really like her,” Gothy admitted. “She damned well is going to challenge me to stay the alpha bitch in this relationship, and I find I want that. I want to keep proving I’m the best for you. When we get her home, though... she might stay there.”

  “Already hooked on her, huh?”

  “Wouldn’t you rather she stays with us? She can be the shield for Mousie if we do have to go into tight quarters. That armor and Mousie’s blades would be a terrible combination for anyone dumb enough to get close.”

  “I have grown to like her,” Alvin admitted. “Desiree is definitely more approachable than Mousie was to start with. She’s not afraid to go after what she wants, and yet doesn’t argue when we tell her to do something… well, outside of the bedroom.”

  “Did you enjoy your alone time with her?” Gothy asked, rolling over to face him.

  “It was a fucking challenge, but yes. She needed me to prove that I was strong enough to command her.”

  “Oh… I want some of that,” Gothy purred, snuggling closer.

  “Tonight,” Alvin smiled, leaning forward to kiss her softly. “I’ll break you again tonight, Gothy. Maybe after I watch you break Mousie.”

  Shivering, Gothy leaned into him, “Do we have to wait?”

  “Maybe a quick preview,” Alvin growled. Pushing her onto her back, Alvin held her down and kissed her hard.

  Gothy let out a pleased moan as she tried to pull her arms away from him, only to find herself helpless. When the kiss ended, she was breathing fast, “Oh, please, Hero…”

  Alvin rolled off her and out of bed. Her whine of disappointment became a shocked gasp when he snagged her hair and began to pull her from bed. “I said we’re going to shower, Gothy.”

  She struggled for a moment against his grip, then followed him. “I love you, Hero.”

  “I know, my gothic temptress, and I’ll give you all the love you need,” Alvin replied, not easing his grip at all.

  ~*~*~

  Jarvis was setting breakfast on the table when the four of them came out of the bedroom. “I was growing concerned,” Jarvis told them. “I’m glad to see my fears were unfounded.”

  “Oh, they were well founded,” Alvin chuckled. “Luckily, I had some help.”

  “I’ll always help, Hero,” Mousie smiled.

  “Orders must be followed,” Desiree laughed. “The ones I like just make it easier to comply.”

  “I have made for you flaze and egg toast cups.”

  Taking their seats, the four of them quickly filled their plates and fixed their coffee. Alvin, who drank his coffee black, was the first to try the egg cups. They were small, two-bite finger food, with the egg cradled in thin slices of flaze. The eggs were cooked over medium, so the yolks popped when bitten into.

  “Messy, but damned good. What kind of bread is this?” Alvin asked, using a piece of toasted bread to sop up the egg yolk that had dripped onto his plate.

  “Desiree, maybe you can tell him,” Jarvis deflected the question.

  Desiree, who had just taken a bite of her own, quickly finished off her first serving. “You made toriom bread?”

  “That took me a long time to prepare this morning,” Jarvis smiled.

  “What’s toriom bread?” Gothy asked.

  “This is. It’s made from toriom stalks,” Desiree said, picking up her next egg. “They’re cultivated in great chambers under the mountains. Making bread
from them uses a lot, so it’s rare to see it prepared that way. Normally, toriom is cooked whole and served as a side dish.”

  “Reminds me some of mushrooms and oats,” Alvin said. “Good, like the flaze, and just as different. Jarvis, you make some damn good food.”

  “My thanks, sir.”

  “How long do we have?” Alvin asked as he picked up his third egg.