Chapter 12: Three's a Crowd.
"NOT YET!" Petra protests, stopping Stacy from shaking, she then turns to Jesse, "you need to make these fucks promise not to fucking flip out and attack us if another problem arises, right?"
"Oh, yeah!" Jesse narrows her eyes, turning back to Stampy and Stacy, "even though it should go without saying, you guys can't do that anymore, just yell 'time out' or something next time and I'll stop what I'm doing to listen and work out whatever your problem is, okay?"
"Okay." Stacy agrees without issue, she then frowns, and tries to... ugh, apologize "I, uh, I'm sorry for doing it the first time... it's just, Stampy was hurting, you were causing it, and you were ENJOYING it, I got scared, and panicked, okay? I was just acting on instinct, you'd understand if you had a boyfriend like him."
"Whatever, I guess it's fine." Jesse waves it off, "if you have another potion though, I'd appreciate it if you gave it to Petra for her eye."
Reluctantly as all fuck, Stacy goes against her obviously better judgment, retrieves her other potion, and offers it to Petra.
"Heh...!" Petra laughs, grinning boastfully as she takes it "I don't really need this, you're weak, frail arm did nothing to my rock-hard eye, but I'll use it anyway, just to be... polite." she uses it.
"Y-yaaay...!" Stampy shivers as he puts on a big fake smile and spreads his arms wide "we're, all, f-FRIENDS again...!"
"Hell yes." Petra agrees, turning to Jesse "better kiss and make up with Stacy, eh?"
"Ohhhh, yeah...!" Jesse grins, turning to the youtuber girl, "come here, Stacy, don't be shy...!"
Stacy decides she'd better play it up to make Jesse happy, so she smiles back, making lustful, bedroom eyes as she enticingly steps up to the other woman, "Let me show you just how sorry I am..." she requests, wrapping her hands around the back of Jesse's head.
"St-Stacy...?" her acting is so good that Stampy's feeling threatened.
"Do it...! do it...!" Petra pumps.
Stacy pulls Jesse's head in for the kiss...
"Wait!" Jesse shoves her back, "oh my god, Petra! I'm so sorry, I didn't even think to ask if you wanted to join in!"
Immediately both Stacy and Stampy tense.
"I-I thought you wanted just us...!" Stampy points out.
"Isn't Petra your sister!?" Stacy demands.
"EW, no, not like that!" Jesse's disgusted at the thought of incest, "she would just help me fuck you guys, we wouldn't do anything with each other!"
"..." Stacy and Stampy just stare, both frowning.
"...so do you want to join?" Jesse assumes Stampy/Stacy have accepted it.
Petra glances at Stacy and Stampy, looking their clothed bodies over, "Yeah, I'd join." she acts casual about it, though she had secretly been dying for Jesse to hurry up and offer.
Stacy curses profoundly in her head while Stampy cries in his.
"Then come on!" Jesse cheers.
Petra eagerly dumps her weaponry to the side and stomps over to join, "Okay, which of you pussies want me!?" she demands.
"I want Stampy." Jesse reminds her sister, "you can either have Stacy all to yourself, or we could share different parts of them."
"You know what they say." Petra grooves "sharing, is caring."
"Ohhh, yeaaaah!" Jesse nods in agreement, "you guys ready to get this party started?"
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. there's a loud knocking at the door.
"Aw, fuck!" Jesse's annoyed.
"*Sigh* at least we aren't naked yet..." Petra points out.
Jesse walks over and swings open the door.
"Want do you want?" she starts before it's even open.
She finds Ivor standing there, unhappy.
"May I come in and speak with you?" he requests.
"Oh yeah, sorry, Ivor, I thought you were one of the... others." Jesse apologizes, stepping aside to clear the way.
Ivor comes in and Jesse locks the door, he looks around at everyone, unimpressed, "I've come to tell you that the 'others' are getting most impatient, you four have been in here for ages, and they're starting to get restless, I don't know how much longer I can make these chickenshits wait." he turns back to Jesse "have you... finished?"
"No, actually, we're just about to start." Jesse explains, "you want a piece?"
"ERRRRRRM!" Ivor boils with rage "YOU, HAVEN'T, EVEN, STARTED!? what's been delaying you!? normally you're ready for the next batch in half this time."
"These peeps are special, Ivor." Petra informs him "they're not victims this time, we're going to work with them over the night and release them into the wild tomorrow."
"And they're the SEXIEST we've ever had!" Jesse adds, flashing Stampy and Stacy a grin "that's a massive compliment, considering how many we've gone through."
"Wait..." Ivor's surprised "you mean, they aren't sexslave-fucktoys?"
"Oh, no! they are, we're just not gonna kill them." Jesse laughs.
"Sexslave-fucktoys?" Stacy repeats, a hint of edge to her voice.
"That's our name for you." Petra explains "'you' being the people we fuck and demean all night long for our personal pleasure, normally the sex is very abusive and we try to break their self-esteem via constant insults and degrading them to the lowest measures of humanity, turning them into submissive, obedient slaves, whose emotions we play with like toys, and have tons of sex with, hence the fuck and sex parts, making them sexslave-fucktoys, literally just an object to us, something we own, and use for our own pleasure without consideration for them, all the way up until we grow bored, and eventually... dispose of them, HOWEVER, you two lucky bastards are gonna get the diet treatment, none of that nasty stuff on your time, which will make this a lot less fun for me, but Jesse's really into you particular targets for some reason, so whatever."
...It's true. Stacy thinks, They really are much worse than the killer.
"So..." Ivor narrows his eyes "we trust these two now?"
"They've been cooperating so far." Jesse shrugs, "wrote up a big ol' mental contract for them, shook on it too, once they serve their part it wouldn't make a ton of sense for them to turn on us, since that's when they'll get all their rewards, and they won't be able to do much against us until then, so I'd say we're lookin' pretty good."
"Alright then." Ivor nods "in that case, before I head back out to stall for even more time for you to... get started, I have some important information I need to share with you."
"Oh, really?" Jesse's mildly surprised, "what's that? did another one die?"
"Heh-heh-heh-heh!" Ivor laughs, breaking into a wicked smile "no, Jesse... I was the one who pushed the button!"
Stacy's and Stampy's jaws drop.
"Oh, Lukas'?" Jesse asks.
"Yes." Ivor nods "that's a very perceptive boy we've found, he spotted the button and immediately informed me in secret, I asked him to show it to me, he did, and I waited for the PERFECT moment to cause some chaos."
"Well, Ivor, on one hand, that's really nice for you, because I know about your thing with buttons, and to be honest, it's really sweet to think back on Sparklez's death and know it was you who made it happen." Jesse comments, "however, on the other hand, we had already been planning things out for either Dan or Lizzie to have been the killer, so, if we execute one of them, and people keep dying, and then we kill the other one, and people still keep dying, people are going to turn on Lukas and Stampy next, both of which we need to keep safe, so... you see the problem here? things could go sour pretty fast."
"Yes, but by that time, there will be six of us, and only one of them, Cassie." Ivor points out "so the killer is either Dan or Lizzie, who we killed, or it's Cassie, who we will kill anyway, or the killer simply isn't here, unless the killer was Captain Sparklez, in which case... he dead."
"Huh, yeah, that's right." Jesse agrees, "okay, good to go then, we've got nothing to worry about."
"Exactly." Ivor nods "now get to it and do your thing, I'd better get back out there before they decide to... rebel." he turns and heads for the door.
"Just tell them we're being... thorough." Jesse recommends, "oh, by the way, you never answered about whether or not you wanted to join."
Ivor glances back, slightly irritated, "You know I don't care to partake in your... endeavors, of this type."
"Okay, okay, it's still nice to ask though." Jesse points out, then suddenly snaps her expression wide as a previously unconsidered idea pops into her mind "ooh, speaking of which, did you wanna ask Lukas if he wants to come do it?"
"And leave me out there alone!?" Ivor's insulted "...sure, he'd probably like it, and he still needs to be... educated, on the practice."
"And what better way is there than personal experience?" Jesse grins.
"I will inform him of the... opportunity." Ivor promises, heading out the door and leaving, gone.
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