The Orange Room

The rough texture of dried straw scratched against Jimmy’s cheek as consciousness flooded back in a wave of throbbing pain. He blinked against the dim, harsh light filtering through a high, barred window, realizing he was face-down on a cold, stone floor.

He tried to push himself up, but his wrists were locked tightly in handcuffs behind his back. Worse, when he tried to lurch forward, a heavy iron collar jerked violently against his throat, pinning him to the spot. A thick chain bolted directly into the stone wall held him securely on his stomach.

"What the hell?!" Jimmy choked out, his voice raw. He thrashed against the restraints, the metal links rattling loudly against the stone. "Hey! Someone open this damn door! Let me out of here!"

He swore loudly, spitting straw from his mouth as he desperately tried to get his knees under him. The collar dug mercilessly into his neck.

The heavy thud of footsteps echoed outside the cell. Jimmy froze, his breath ragged, as a pair of worn leather boots came into view just outside the heavy iron bars.

He strained his neck, looking up through his tangled hair. Standing on the other side of the bars was Naomi. The barmaid he’d spent weeks trying to charm was currently holding a 12-gauge shotgun, its barrel pointed directly down at his chest.

"Save your breath, Sheriff," Naomi said, her voice smooth and entirely devoid of the sweet, innocent tone she usually used around the station. "You're going to need it."

Jimmy stared at her, stunned, before the reality of the situation began to click. "Naomi...? What is this? What the hell is going on?!"

"Just business, Jimmy," she replied, offering a cold, sharp smile. "You were a nice distraction, really. But you and that badge of yours were getting in the way of a very lucrative retirement plan."

"You're that damn bank robber," Jimmy growled, his face flushing with a mix of betrayal and rage. He yanked against the chain again. "I'll kill you! Where's Jey? If you touched my brother, I swear to God—"

Naomi let out a soft, mocking laugh, resting the shotgun casually against her hip. "Oh, your dear deputy? Don’t worry about him. He’s perfectly safe... and utterly incompetent. It was almost embarrassing how easy it was to trick him. A little sob story about a lost child, and Jey rode right out into the canyon. By now, he's probably miles deep, completely turned around and chasing his own tail. He’ll make it back… one day.”

Jimmy’s blood ran cold, then boiled over. "You miserable, backstabbing bitch! When I get out of here, I'm going to lock you away so deep you'll forget what the sun looks like!"

"He’s cute when he’s angry, isn't he?"

The sound of your voice made Jimmy snap his head toward the cell door. You walked into the light, stepping up right beside Naomi. You leaned against her shoulder, looking down at the chained sheriff with a smug, victorious grin. The pieces finally fell into place for Jimmy and suddenly he found the strength to push himself up on his knees, looking dead into yours faces with a deep scowl on his lips.

"You both are going to burn for this!" Jimmy screamed, his body shaking with fury. "You hear me?! Both of you!"

You just chuckled, completely unbothered by his threats. Turning your head, you looked up at Naomi, matching her confident smile. Naomi slid an arm around your waist, pulling you close, and leaned down to press a deep, lingering kiss to your lips right in front of him.

Jimmy's breath hitched as he watched Naomi's lips part against yours, a soft, needy sound escaping her that made his face burn hotter than the blood pumping through his veins. His chest heaved, his eyes glued to the way your fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer. He tried to look away, to focus on the stone walls or the straw beneath him, but his body betrayed him completely. The cold stone floor seemed to radiate heat, pooling between his thighs, and he felt his cock stiffen and press against his pants with embarrassing urgency.

The chain rattled as he jerked his hips forward involuntarily, his traitorous body reacting to the sight of the two women together. He could feel the heavy iron collar digging into his neck, but he didn't care; all he could think about was the way Naomi's head tilted back, her throat exposed, her eyes fluttering shut as you deepened the kiss.

Speaking of Naomi, the second she heard the chains moving, she yanked away and pointed the gun through the bars at Jimmy’s head. “Don’t you fucking move an inch.” You lazily look back at Jimmy, annoyed at the interruption, before glancing down.

"Oh my, look at that," you cooed, your voice cutting through the heavy silence. "I think the Sheriff is getting excited."

Jimmy's face turned a shade of deep crimson. He tried to glare at you, but his eyes betrayed him, dropping down to watch the swell of your breasts pressing against Naomi's side as she leaned closer.

Then, you stepped around Naomi, moving right behind her, and wrapped your arms around her torso. Your fingers immediately dug into her soft flesh, kneading and squeezing her breasts through her shirt. Naomi gasped, arching her back, and pressed her ass back against your crotch.

"Your body's talking loud and clear, Jimmy," you murmured, your breath hot against Naomi's ear as you tweaked her nipple. "You’re so hard for us, aren't you?"

Jimmy grit his teeth, looking down at the massive bulge in his pants. It was undeniable. He was rock hard, trapped in his pants, throbbing and aching with a need that made him lightheaded. He looked up at Naomi, his eyes pleading for mercy, for release, for anything.

Naomi however, wasn't interested in mercy. She looked down at the growing bulge with a faint distain. It was like night and day, the woman who flirted with him was looking uninterested while the woman who avoided him at every chance looked at him eagerly. You hummed and reached around Naomi, tilting the barrel down toward his crotch. Jimmy froze, eyes stuck on the gun.

"You like watching us, Sheriff? You like seeing what you're missing?"

“Fuck you,” Jimmy spat before hissing when Naomi pressed the cold iron muzzle against the hard denim fabric of his pants. “Shit! Y-yes! Yes I do!”

You grinned, both hands now on top of Naomi’s as you make the gun slowly prod and poke at his erection, pushing the heavy gun back and forth, pressing harder and harder against his trapped flesh. The metal was cold, but the pressure was intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through him. He bucked his hips, trying to fuck the gun, his body trembling uncontrollably. "You're so responsive, Jimmy," you said, your voice dripping with false sympathy. "It's almost adorable how easily you're being manipulated."

Jimmy grunted, his eyes rolling back. The combination of the cold gun barrel against his hot cock and the visual of the two women touching each other was driving him insane.

"You want a piece of her?" you asked, your left hand sliding up Naomi's neck and squeezing gently, not to choke her, but to force her head back slightly. "You want to be the one touching her?"

Jimmy stared at you, his mouth hanging open, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "What? No!" he hissed.

You laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "Oh, really? You spent the entire month trying to date my baby. Probably wanked off at the thought of her." You reached up and yanked the top of Naomi’s dress down, exposing her bare breasts. "Is she everything you’ve thought off?”

"Shut up!" Jimmy screamed, his face contorted with rage and desire. "Just shut the fuck up!"

Naomi, now aroused herself at the situation at hand, pressed the shotgun barrel harder against his cock, making him grunt and buck his hips. "Say it," Naomi commanded, her voice low and dangerous. "You want me. You’ve said it before."

Jimmy grit his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut. "Fine," he snarled. "Yes. I want you. I want you… both."

"Both? Tuh, you ain’t nothing but a greedy bastard," you said, stepping closer to the cell door. You reached out and grabbed Jimmy's chain, pulling him toward you. "How about a deal? It’s been a while since we’ve had a proper gentleman to lay with. I was just gonna let Naomi have all the fun, but since you’re so eager, we’ll both just have our way with you. If you satisfy us, we’ll let you out. You may be even able to catch your brother before sundown.”

"And let myself fall subject to prostitution? I’m not one of the little whores you keep employed," Jimmy roared.

“Aww, you just said you wanted us. But if you don’t want to, then you’ll die here. Either from starvation or the rats, and your brother will die from coyotes or heatstroke. Or, you could save him and yourself while getting some pussy. Choice is yours, Sheriff.”

Jimmy stared at you long and hard before squeezing his eyes shut. He hangs his head in defeat before nodding. “Fuck… okay. Do whatever you need to do, just… let me save my brother.”

You and Naomi looked at each other. The air between you was thick with tension and lust. Naomi leaned in close to the bars, looking down at the chained Sheriff. "You’re an admirable man, Sheriff Uso. You love your brother so much, you’ve become the thing you hate the most, a despite ass hooker.”

Naomi passed you the shotgun, Jimmy relaxing a bit before tensing right back up as he watched Naomi hiked up her dress to reveal her knickers, stepping out of them slowly. She reached up, grasping the iron bars, and spread her legs, presenting her dripping pussy to him. "Well? You said you wanted a piece of her, Jimmy. What are you waiting for? Come get it."

Jimmy struggled against his chains, his hips bucking off the floor as he tried to get closer to her, but the collar kept him firmly in place. "I can't," he growled, frustration evident in his voice. "I'm too far away."

"Find a way," she commanded, "You have to come to us, Jimmy. It's a deal. Satisfy us, and you're free."

Jimmy's eyes locked onto Naomi's glistening folds. He could see the glisten of her arousal, the way her inner lips were already swollen and pink. He was desperate, his body aching with a need to be inside her. He leaned forward as far as the chain would allow, his tongue darting out to taste the air near her crotch.

"Come on Naomi," you whispered in Naomi's ear. "You’re torturing the poor man."

Naomi looked down at him, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "That's the idea. But alright, I’ll play fair."

Naomi pressed her body firmly against the bars and Jimmy didn't need any further encouragement. He leaned forward, face fully smushed as his tongue slides out to taste her folds. He licked her from her entrance to her clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Naomi gasped, her head falling back. You placed the gun against the wall before guiding her hips, helping her grind against his face.

Jimmy's tongue worked overtime, eager to please. He knew the sooner he made Naomi come, the sooner he'd have a chance at freedom. He lapped at her juices, his nose buried in her bush.

You bit gently on Naomi's ear. "You're doing good," you said, your voice thick with lust. "You're doing a good job making Naomi feel good."

Naomi's breathing grew ragged, her hips bucking against his face. "Oh, God," she moaned, her voice echoing through the room. "Yes! Right there! Keep doing that!"

Jimmy's tongue flicked over her clit, driving her wild. He was getting lost in the act, pleasuring her, making her feel good. He’d imagine this moment for so long now, to finally taste Naomi’s sweet cunt after so long seemed like a dream come true, even given the circumstances.

Naomi's body tensed, her inner walls clamping down on Jimmy's tongue. She cried out, her body shaking. "Yes! Yes! Jimmy! Jimmy! Yes!"

Her juices flooded his mouth, salty and sweet. Jimmy swallowed it all down, drinking her in. Right before she could cum, she collapsed against you, her body spent, but her smile was wicked.

"Well done," you said. "But that's just the warm-up."

You reached into your own cleavage, pulling out a key to the cell. You open the door and step in, just out of reach of him before kicking him square in the jaw.

Jimmy crumbled to the ground, the sharp sting of your kick jolting his already battered body. He groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and scrambled backward, his boots slipping on the straw-covered stone. The collar yanked tight against his windpipe, cutting off his protest.

Before he could recover, you kicked his legs apart, forcing him to lie spread-eagled on his back. You stepped between his knees, your heels digging into his inner thighs. "Get that tongue ready again, Sheriff," you commanded, your voice dripping with sadistic authority.

Naomi didn't wait for him to comply. She moved with grace, straddling his face with a rough landing that nearly knocked the air out of him. Her heavy breasts swung above him, the scent of her cunt overwhelming his senses. She reached down, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing his head up to press his face directly into her soaking wet core.

"Lick," Naomi hissed, grinding her hips down onto his mouth.

Jimmy, desperate and humiliated, darted his tongue out. He licked the length of her slit, from her opening all the way up to her swollen clit, tasting the salt of her arousal. Naomi threw her head back with a gasp, her hands flying to grab the iron bars above his head for support as she began to rock her hips, using his face like a fuck toy.

"Look at him," Naomi moaned, glancing over at you with a wicked smirk. "He's starving for it."

You watched for a moment, enjoying the sight of the Sheriff tongue-fucking the very woman who had betrayed him. Then, straddled his legs, hiking up your skirt to show off your panties, the lace fabric wet and warm.

You lifted your hips to slide the fabric down your legs and off. You kicked them aside, spreading your legs wider before grinding down against his enlarged dick print, humping and bouncing on it.

Jimmy whimpered, the vibrations of his moan rumbling against Naomi's pussy. He bucked his legs up to match your pace, the friction almost too much.

"You're doing good, Jimmy," you cooed, your hand sliding up and down his chest and abs. "Just like that. Eat her fucking pussy."

Jimmy worked frantically, his tongue continued to lap at Naomi. It was a chaotic, overwhelming mix of sensations. His own cock throbbed painfully, leaking precum through the fabric, mixing with your own essence. He could feel the heat radiating from both women, it driving him to the brink of madness.

"You like that?" Naomi teased, grinding harder against his face, smearing her juices all over his mouth and chin. "You love our pussies, Jimmy? You're our little whore now, aren’t you?"

"Tell us you love it," you added, matching Naomi’s speed. "Tell us you're our bitch."

Jimmy's eyes rolled back, his body trembling with pleasure and humiliation. "Yes," he gasped, his voice muffled by Naomi's cunt. "I love it. I'm yours."

"Good boy," you and Naomi said in unison, both of you leaning in to kiss, tongues swirling around each other. You pulled back, giggling. "Now, it's time to finish what we started."

You and Naomi switched places, you now straddling over Jimmy’s face, pussy juice just dripping down onto his face and she, now down hovering over his errection. She reached down, unbuckling his denim and grabbing his rock-hard cock and aiming it at her dripping entrance. "You ready to fuck me, Jimmy?" she asked, her voice low and demanding.

Jimmy nodded frantically, his eyes pleading with her. "Please," he croaked.

Naomi didn't wait another second. She sank down onto him, taking his entire length in one fluid motion. Jimmy cried out, his back arching off the floor as he filled her completely. The sensation was incredible, tight and hot, and he couldn't help but thrust up into her, meeting her rhythm.

"You're so big," Naomi groaned, her eyes rolling back. "I'm going to ride you until you forget your fucking own name."

As she began to ride him, you leaned forward, your nails digging into his skin. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget that you belong to us," you said, your voice dripping with possessiveness. "You're going to be our prisoner forever, Sheriff. Just a toy for us to play with whenever we want." You immediately grind your hips down, sliding your pussy all over his nose, lips, and beard.

Jimmy grunted and bucked his hips, meeting Naomi's, his mind going blank as he lost himself in the sensation of being dominated by two women at once. It was exactly what he wanted, or at least, what his traitorous body wanted. He was loving it, so much so, that for a moment he forgot all about his brother and his freedom.

Naomi rode him hard and fast, her breasts bouncing rhythmically as she took his cock deep, her moans filling the dungeon. Jimmy groaned into your thighs, his tongue frantically working to please you, his hands balled into fists underneath him, handcuffs digging into his wrists. The scent of sex and sweat was thick in the air, driving him wild with need.

You leaned forward, positioning yourself so that your face was level with Naomi's dripping center. You opened your mouth and eagerly lapped at her swollen clit, sucking it gently between your lips. Naomi gasped, her hips stuttering, her body trembling with intense pleasure. "Yes!" she cried out, her eyes rolling back. "Just like that!"

You worked your tongue on her, swirling it around her sensitive bud, drawing her closer and closer to the edge. "Don't hold back," you whispered. "Cum for us, Naomi."

With a final, desperate cry, Naomi's body went rigid, her inner walls clamping down around Jimmy's cock. She ground her hips down, her juices gushed out, coating his shaft and your mouth.

You pulled back, your nose and chin glistening with her arousal. Naomi rose off of him with shaking legs. You looked down at Jimmy, a wicked smile on your final moment. "Now, it's my turn," you said, your voice dripping with lust. You leaned forward and wrapped your Jimmy's cock in your mouth, taking him deep.

Jimmy's eyes widened, rolling back in his head thrown back in ecstasy. The sensation of your hot mouth wrapping around his sensitive cock was too much. He felt the tightness of your throat and the wetness of your hips. You sucked him hard, swirling your tongue around his head, eating him alive.

Naomi, reached over and smacked your ass, making it shake and jiggle with a smile. “My baby got a mouth on her, I know. If you think this is too much, wait until you feel her pussy.”

You lift up off of Jimmy, now solely focused on sucking his cock. With Naomi still smacking your ass and rubbing your pussy, high pitched moans and whines came out your mouth and vibrated against Jimmy, causing the poor man to writhe and tremble with overwhelming pleasure.

Not even a full five minutes later, Jimmy couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm going to cum!" he screamed, his body arching off the floor. He filled your mouth with hot, thick ropes of cum, which you swallowed greedily, licking every last drop from his length and his balls.

With Jimmy's balls drained and his body trembling from the aftershocks of his release, Naomi pulled you off him with a wet pop. She didn't give him a moment to recover. She grabbed his arm, yanking him up to his knees, the collar jerking tight against his throat, forcing him to look up at her.

"Open wide, Sheriff," she commanded, grabbing one of her breasts and pressing the hardened nipple against his lips. "You have a debt to pay, and you're not leaving until it's settled."

Jimmy, still dazed but suddenly remembering his promise to save his brother, parted his lips and took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked greedily, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, his hands useless behind his back but his mouth working overdrive to please her.

You moved around in front of him, positioning yourself on all fours, your back to him. You reached back, spreading your cheeks, exposing your glistening, waiting pussy to him.

"Well? Don't just stand there," you teased, looking over your shoulder. "You said you wanted to fuck me, too. Let's see what you've got."

Jimmy groaned, his eyes locked onto your ass. He scrambled forward, his knees scraping against the stone floor, but he was quickly stopped by the collar. He couldn't get close enough to enter you from this angle. He needed to be closer, to bury himself deep inside you.

"You're too far away," you laughed, leaning back to look at him. "Poor thing, do you need help again?."

Naomi released her breast from his mouth and leaned over, grabbing Jimmy's cock and pulling him forward until he was right at the entrance of your pussy., his head behind forcibly titled back some. "That's better," she murmured, her hand guiding his throbbing cock to your wet heat.

Jimmy thrust forward, burying himself deep inside you in one go. He gasped, his body shaking as he filled you completely. You cried out, your back arching, your nails digging into the straw floor. It felt incredible to be stretched so wide, to be filled by him, to have him deep inside you.

Jimmy began to pump his hips, his strokes long and deep, trying to chase his second wind. He was rougher this time, more desperate, his need to prove his worth driving him. He used what little strength he had, his body slamming into you, his cock hitting your walls with every thrust.

"You like that?" Naomi teased, standing up and moving to the side, watching the show. She reached down and rubbed her own clit, getting herself worked up again. "Look at him go. He's really putting in the work."

You moaned, your head falling back as Jimmy pounded into you. "God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" you screamed, your voice echoing through the cell.

Jimmy grunted with every thrust, his eyes closed, his face twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"You're doing good, Jimmy," you cooed. "You're so close to getting out of here."

"Fuck, fuck! I'm going to cum again!" Jimmy roared, his body tensing up. "I'm going to fill you up!"

"No," Naomi said, "you don't get to cum yet." She reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing them tightly, denying him his release. "We're not done with you yet, Sheriff."

Jimmy cried out in frustration, his hips bucking, trying to find release but failing. "Please," he begged, his eyes watering. "Let me cum. I need to cum."

"You'll cum when we say you cum," Naomi said, her voice cold and commanding. "And right now, we're not done and you ain’t knocking neither one of us up anytime soon.”

"We have a few more things to take care of before we let you out, Jimmy," you moaned, "We can't have you leaving with that energy still pent up. You might get the drop on us."

With Naomi still applying painful pressure to his testicles, Jimmy was left with no choice but to focus entirely on you. He pistoned in and out of you with a frantic, desperate rhythm, trying to chase the release he was being denied.

"Harder," you cried out, gripping his shoulders. "Use that big ass dick and fuck me harder."

Jimmy obeyed, his body straining against the iron collar. The sensation was overwhelming, the pain of the collar mixed with the intense friction of your tight walls clamping down around him.

Naomi sensed your nearing climax. She released his balls, sliding her hand down to grip your hip instead. "She's close," Naomi announced, her voice low and hungry. "Let's give her what she wants."

You reached back between your legs, finding Naomi's hand. You guided her fingers to your clit, pressing them down firmly. "Rub it," you commanded, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "Make me cum, Naomi."

Naomi didn't hesitate. She began to rub your clit in tight circles, matching the tempo of Jimmy's thrusts. The dual stimulation was too much to bear. Your body arched like a bow, your back pressing hard against Jimmy's chest, your eyes rolling back as a massive orgasm ripped through you.

"Yes! Yes!" you screamed, your inner walls spasming uncontrollably around Jimmy's cock. "I'm cumming! Oh, God!"

Jimmy felt your pussy clamp down on him like a vice. The sensation was enough to send him over the edge, despite Naomi's earlier denial. Naomi quickly pushed him back onto his back, realizing what was happening. Jimmy’s hips jerked uncontrollably, his cock pulsing as he unleashed a second load up into the air, coating his own clothes and the floor around him.

You had collapsed forward, your face smashing into the straw-covered floor, your body twitching with the aftershocks of your climax.

Naomi stood up, dusting off her knees. She looked down at the two of you, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Well, that was entertaining," she said, walking over to the cell door. "I suppose we should let him go now. He's earned his freedom."

“Yeah,” you gasped, slowly upping yourself off the floor, “and we have a bank to rob. Trains gonna be here in half an hour, best get a move on.”

You both redressed yourselves before sharing one more heated kiss. Naomi, grabbed the shotgun off the wall, turning back towards Jimmy.

"I think the time has come to break the chains," Naomi said, pulling the shotgun's slide back to chamber a round, the metallic click echoing through the stone room.

Jimmy immediately tensed up, worlds fumbling out his mouth as she aimed it down at him. Two shots rang out, and Jimmy immediately closed his eyes fearing the worst. When he opened them, you both were gone, and the chain that was holding him to the wall was shot off. He still had the collar and handcuffs on him, but when he spotted the ring of keys in the ground next to him, he quickly scooted over, grabbing them.

After fifteen tries he was able to unlock his cuffs, and then the collar. He stumbled out of the cell, leaning against the wall, spent and exhausted. He takes a moment to fix himself before stumbling out into the sunlight, determined to find Jey before you both get away for good.