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All characters in the story are 18

Recap: Sarah visits her best friend’s house. She hears strange noises and curiosity gets the best of her, so she follows them to the basement. There, she is grabbed and forced to perform sexual favors for her best friend’s father. Against her will, the father plans to make Sarah their next “pet

This is the next chapter of my previous post on “A sexual playground beneath the floorboards”. You read the full chapters here at RedQuill.

Mr. Johnson tugged gently on the leash secured around her neck, guiding her towards Rebecca, who was still bound and gagged against the wooden post. Sarah's heart leaped into her throat as she caught sight of her friend, her eyes wide with terror and desperation. In that moment, she knew there was no escape, no turning back from the dark path she had unwittingly embarked upon.

"Look who I found," Mr. Johnson said, smiling wickedly as he yanked off Rebecca's blindfold. "I think she's been missing you."

Rebecca's eyes darted between Sarah and Mr. Johnson, her expression a mix of shock and relief. "Sarah," she choked out through her gag, her voice barely audible. "Please, help me!"

Sarah hesitated, her loyalty to her friend battling with the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. She knew she should help Rebecca, free her from the clutches of this twisted man, but the lure of his touch was too powerful to resist.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling with regret and lust. "I can't... I want this."

Rebecca's eyes filled with tears, but she remained silent, her entire body shaking with fear and disappointment. Mr. Johnson chuckled darkly, enjoying the torment his little game was causing.

"Now, now, girls," he purred, running his hand up Sarah's spine. "There's no need to fight it. You're both going to be my playthings, whether you like it or not."

Without warning, he grabbed Sarah by the hair, forcing her face against Rebecca's. "Kiss her," he growled, tightening his grip on her hair. "Show her how much you enjoy being my little pet."

Sarah whimpered, but she didn't resist, pressing her lips against Rebecca's in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, each one tasting the other's fear and desire. Mr. Johnson watched with interest, his own arousal growing with every passing second.

"Very good," he said, slapping Sarah on the ass. "But that's just the beginning. Now, strip your friend naked while I prepare something special for both of you."

Sarah's heart raced as she hesitantly reached for the buckle on Rebecca's collar. Her fingers trembled as she unfastened it, the leather falling to the ground with a soft thud. She then moved on to the rest of Rebecca's clothes, slowly undressing her friend as if in a trance.

Once Rebecca was completely naked, Sarah stood back, her eyes taking in the sight of her friend's perfectly toned body. Despite the circumstances, she couldn't help but admire Rebecca's beauty, her own arousal growing with each passing second.

Mr. Johnson returned with a large, black bag, its contents clinking and jangling as he walked. "Time to make things interesting," he said, grinning wickedly. "On your hands and knees, both of you."

Sarah and Rebecca exchanged a glance before complying, lowering themselves to the cold concrete floor. Mr. Johnson towered above them, his presence casting a dark shadow over their trembling bodies. With a swift motion, he pulled a pair of handcuffs from the bag, securing their wrists behind their backs.

"Oh, and one more thing," he added, producing a ball gag from the bag. "I don't want either of you screaming and ruining the fun."