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Mineta answered the door, head bent low as the chime impatiently rang through the small apartment complex for what had to be the eighth time that minute. He keeps his eyes firmly locked on the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with whoever was standing at the door, witnessing his mortification.
His hand on the frame twisted as he clenched the frilly white fabric beneath his palm tighter. Damn this, he couldn’t even take the damn thing off. Mt Lady had given him a rather hard boot, when he’d first reluctantly put it on, to his own complaints and attempts at immediate removal. He had thought that she was cute, but he’d trembled, when she’d practically snarled at him to keep the less than flattering maid uniform on. He’d obeyed out of fear, of course and hadn’t even tried to hide his strangely still interested boner but she’d only ignored him after that. A small soft smile had graced her lips as “good” left them in soft spoken words. His heart had fluttered at the simple praise, for once a complement, then swiftly shriveled up as she made him begin to deep clean her apartment, while she took up her original place. Lazing on the couch, reading through her magazines in varying positions that did nothing for his uncomfortable situation and at one point gossiping over the phone. He’d tried to listen in, intently. Intrigued by those syrupy giggles but that had only earnt him more foul stares as she exiled him to the balcony, to clean until the phone call had ended.
Standing in the deafening silence was killing him, the little patience he had remaining, frayed, until finally all too familiar boots stepped into his view. “Hmmm, cute” came the sultry appraising voice he knew all too well from his vivid daydreams, and suddenly his boner was back in full “Takeyama did well with you.” His eyes drifted up just in time to catch a glimpse of her quirked lips, tilted up in a flirtatious smile as a well manicured hand ruffled his head. He got no further acknowledgment as she walked past him, and he shut the door after a quick peek around to ensure nobody else was lurking, rushing down the honeyed hall to follow after her trailing scent.
He made tea at their request and then got back to cleaning, far more enthusiastic with both busty beauties in his view. It was a surprise when Mt Lady looked up from her magazine, pausing in her conversation with the other woman to address him, as he set a fresh cup of tea down before her “go take a shower, you stink.” His mind froze, racing through about a thousand different scenarios, before his brain clicked back into place at the slight sneer in her voice, he instinctively took a step back to keep from further offending her nose. “And don’t do anything disgusting in my bathroom, you little creep, fifteen minutes or I throw you and your pervy ass outside as you are.” She threatened and though a shiver ran through him, he knew that she was deadly serious as he nodded quickly, before taking off to jump beneath lukewarm spray as speedily as possible.
He could have sworn he’d only been in for six minutes, counting the seconds up to forty five in his head, when the door to the bathroom abruptly slid open. He flustered for a reply as the spray temporarily blinded him, short arms fumbling for the taps. A sweet familiar smell akin to the honey Midnight’s scent brought with it, but fruitier, filled his nose as he did so, brain grasping for words only to fall short as he sagged into waiting arms, unconscious. “Aww how cute, he couldn’t even take that tiny hit of my pheromones” Midnight's overly happy voice rang out around them, echoing off the tiles as she licked her lips, this would be fun.
Waking up next to a naked Mt Lady ranks high on Mineta’s list of common fantasies that’ll never happen, so when he wakes up caught between a naked Mt Lady with a still somewhat clothed Midnight at his back, butt naked and embarrassingly hard, he thinks that he might still be dreaming. Maybe he slipped and hit his head on the way down, yeah that must be it, it’s the only thing that makes any sense. This was all just a weird fantasy his brain conjured up while he was slowly bleeding out all over the floor he’d scrubbed to glistening less than an hour ago.
A soft giggle filled his ear, “looks like we’ve overwhelmed his small brain” and then a hand is on his rather small cock, and this is not a dream, definitely not as the smooth palm stroked over him. Midnight pushes him forward and they roll easily, the two moving as if this is something familiar that they’ve done before and it’s still kinda hard to believe that he isn’t dreaming with how perfectly in sync they are. They settle with Mineta laying atop Mt Lady’s taller frame, tiny body stretched wide across her long thin torso as her large unbelievably soft chest cushions him. She giggles like bells tinkling, as talkative as he always imagined she would be in bed, girlish and sweet. “You know, he’s kinda cute like this'' and it makes his heart rate pick up, cheeks turning a flushed red, despite the fact that they’re only talking about him squished between them, not actually to him, as Midnight chuckles behind him, that sweet honeyed scent tickling at his nose, coying as it makes him drowsy again. “That he is” she agrees, heavy chest pressed against the expanse of his small back as he pants in a few harsh breaths.
He can’t believe this is happening but he won’t complain. It’s a blessing, a situation straight from his deepest fantasies and yet, it would have been nice if they’d at least considered him enough to ask. It’s not like he’d ever think of saying no, but still, having the chance to at least voice his opinion on the matter, would have meant something to him. Midnight must guess that he’s going to say something mood ruining for them, cause when he opens his mouth, she speaks over him before he even gets a chance to decide just what he wants to say. It’s probably for the best though, when her hypnotic voice fills his head. “We have a better use for your mouth” she whispers in his ear, voice low as a hand threads against the back of his head, his only warning before he’s pushed forward forcefully into the large swell of Mt Lady’s chest.
It only takes two seconds for his hindbrain to take over, small hands coming up to cover what they can of sensitive tits, caressing over swollen nipples as he nuzzles the space between her perfect plush breasts. His mouth takes only a moment to catch up and he gets to work sucking on the pert bud as his far too tiny hands attempt to fondle everywhere at once. His hips begin to move by their own will, rutting against her smooth cream stomach without much control or thought as he earns his first sweet moan with a scrape of teeth.
It’s a fantasy come true to be with them both, even in a less than ideal circumstance. One that is degrading in ways but still far better than spending his work study doing nothing but boring cleaning. He feels shifting on the bed beneath him and glances down to see Midnight pushing the rest of a sizable purple vibrator into Mt Lady’s pussy. He moans as he meets her predatory gaze, Mt Lady’s long legs framing her wild wavy locks, a sight not even his deepest fantasies could conjure up.
He’s smearing a mess all over Mt Lady’s torso with his small erratic thrusts, a hand leaving her breast to wander down to the part he just needs a bit more friction on, almost subconsciously. A strong manicured hand catches his wrist just before he can touch and an undignified whine leaves his throat without his approval, hips thrusting in a useless stutter, seeking the last bit of attention he needs to get off. “Uh uh uh, naughty boy” her voice drawls in a scolding manner and he swallows at the deceptively sweet tone of voice, unmatched by the dark desire in her eyes “I’m in charge here.” He shivered as Midnight spoke, commanding his obedience with just a change of tone, her signature whip trailing lightly along his quivering back. The clack of metal was a surprise as one of her handcuffs found its way around his slim wrist, and then his hands were secured behind his back. He could practically feel Midnight’s smile in the air as he was forced to rest against Mt Lady’s chest. “There, that’s a good boy” she praises, tone near mocking as a hand came around to gently lift him, reaching beneath until a slight whine left him as cold touched his cock.
Midnight secures the cage in place with a snap of supportive leather and the soft click of a metal lock. He can do nothing but leak helplessly as he grinds his hips down with earnest against the pale stretch of skin he rests upon, hopelessly trying to achieve something now made impossible for him. “And that takes care of that” her voice rings proud as she states it, as if his impending orgasm had been an inconvenience, and perhaps it had been. After all, he had no idea just what they were aiming to do with him here. No say, nor right to protest as she slowly pulled away from him. He was here for their luxury and enjoyment, not his own. It was a fact he had to keep reminding himself of, one that perhaps was for the best, after all he would be the one cleaning this bed once they were both finished.
He’s pretty sure by now that Midnight would slip a gag between his teeth, if it wasn’t for them wanting to use his mouth. So he sets to kissing the pale skin that he can reach as Midnight moves around behind him and Mt Lady writhes beneath him. He only stills, mouth half parted, as something large rubs along his spine. He swallows thickly, glancing back over his shoulder to see as best as he can with his hands still secured behind his back. The sight steals his breath.
Midnight kneels over them, a large strap-on attached to her waist, the end of which she is rubbing against his spine. Her whip is in hand and her shimmering dark orbs make it known that she is intent on using it. He gulps, meeting her malicious smile. Then watches intensely as she flicks a switch and Mt lady suddenly grabs him with a moan, vibrations racing up his legs as she squeezes large thighs around them. His nerves increase as she pulls him back down instinctively, suffocating him in her ample chest.
He can’t see, so he doesn’t expect the first lash. It is weak, little more than a warning of what’s to come as tassels run teasingly across his skin. The next lash hurts and it only builds up from there. Lash after lash do little to distract him from his lack of air and the urgent insistent throbbing of his trapped and neglected cock, but as the pain builds, the uneven mix of pleasure filled pain becomes harder to bear. With every lash of Midnight’s unforgiving whip against his back drawing a cry from his throat, a sound that only seems to increase Mt Lady’s pleasure as she draws him closer after each one. Her strong limbs, overwhelmingly strong when compared to his tiny frame. He chooses to focus on that. On the warm press as the blonde willingly accepts and pulls him ever closer, over the stinging burn building up in his back. On the lack of oxygen and limited air being squeezed from his lungs with each tug closer, over the tears rushing down his face. The cruel throb of his trapped cock, neglected in its tight cage, over the fact that this is only just the beginning of what will likely be a very long playtime. One that he didn’t even get to voice his consent, enthusiasm or limited boundaries for.
He’s sure that he’s going to have welts by tomorrow, and other marks that simple training won’t explain away. He’s sure they’ll last longer than the week he’s supposed to stay here and he wonders how he’ll explain to the few people who might care to ask. His fantasies had taken a turn but perhaps the worst part of it all, is the fact that no-ones ever going to believe him. Not that he’s sure he’s ever going to want to repeat what’s happened here to anyone that may listen to him, may believe him, come tomorrow.