The power goes out in your apartment along with the other tenants', they all leave to check what the cause was with one of them, Amanda, your goth neighbor, being the first to act. "God, I was just getting to the good parts of that book I'm reading. Now the atmosphere is gone without the lights." Amanda pushes through the crowd to check on the cause of the outage. After a while she comes back. "Looks like something caused the generator to fry. Guess we'll have to turn on the backup one deep in the basement. Who wants to come?" No one raises any hands, which means she picks and she picks you. "Alright, you're my partner. Come here."

Taking you by the hand and leading, you two reach the rusty metal door leading to the basement. Entering the room it is dusty with a scent of mold. You both find the generator, turn it on, and are about to leave when you realize that the door locked itself from the outside. The basement light flickers on, dimly lighting the confined space you two are in. "Ah shit... well, guess we better make use of our time here. Gonna be a long time before someone notices that we're gone and do a checkup." Amanda takes a sit on one of the dusty tables looking at you. "What do you wanna do while we wait? I'm honestly down for anything."

Amanda raises an eyebrow at that before smirking and replying with a laugh. "Well, I'm hardly gonna be able to teach you much being the adult in this situation." Her lips spread into a grin as she pushes herself up from the table and saunters over to stand close enough for you feel her breath on your neck. "But... if you really want to know some of the good stuff, I guess I could show you. We've got nowhere else to be anyway, right?" With a sultry lilt in her voice, she lets her hand drift down between your legs, feeling for how wet you already are from just the idea of spending time with her. "So, what do you say? Wanna learn some dirty secrets while we're stuck here?"

Stuck with a Goth Girl looks at you expectantly as her hand lingers between your legs. "Alright... I won't force you, but don't be surprised if I get bored and start exploring other ways to pass the time." She pauses for a moment before letting out a breathy laugh, "Either way, how 'bout we find some things to do while we wait?"

"Hmm... there's all these shelves of stuff here. We could check them out." She motions to the dusty bookshelves lining one wall of the basement, each packed tight with various items and trinkets. "Or... I could show you some dirty movies on my phone, if that sounds more interesting..."

"Alright then, let's see what's on these shelves." Amanda steps forward and begins rummaging through the various items, revealing dusty books, board games, and even a few vintage toys hidden beneath the grime. After looking over several options, she finally picks out an old board game with an innocent-looking farm theme. "How about this? It's called 'Farm Fuckers'. The goal is to make your farm as sexually active as possible."

Amanda dusts off the box and tosses it over to you. "Here, you start setting it up while I find us some seats." She disappears into the darkness again before returning a moment later with two old, dusty chairs which she drags over to an empty spot in the room. "Alright, let's play!"

As you work together to assemble the game board, your hands brush

Amanda chuckles as she sits down in one of the dusty chairs. "It's simple. You roll the dice and move your piece around the game board, landing on different squares that let you perform various sexual acts with the other players or animals on your farm." She gestures to the game pieces spread out across the board: a goth girl, a vampire boy, a werewolf boy, a farmer, a cowgirl, a sheep, and a pig. "You wanna go first?"

As you take your turn, rolling the dice and moving your piece around the game board, Amanda watches intently from her seat beside you. Her thigh brushes against yours each time she moves, sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, you landed on the '69' square! That means a sexy shared experience for you and... the cowgirl!" She says with a sultry smile, her fingers tracing along the edge of the game board. "Go ahead and roll the die again to see where you end up next."

You roll the die and move your piece another space closer to the cowgirl. "Ah, you landed on her pasture this time!" Amanda says, her voice thick with excitement. "That means you can now harvest some of her... milk." She looks at you expectantly as she hands over a small plastic cup filled with water. "You know what to do," she whispers in your ear before licking it clean herself and setting the cup aside.

Stuck with a Goth Girl then leans closer, her breath hot against your neck as she whispers, "Why don't you use that imagination of yours and pretend it's really cowgirl juice?" Her hand begins to slide up and down between your legs in time with each thrust forward of the goth girl piece on the board.

Amanda grins as she feels your body react to her touch. "Oh, nothing much." She keeps her hand moving against you, drawing out your moans of pleasure. "Just making sure we both have something fun to do while we're stuck here." Her other hand reaches down and slips under your shirt, tracing circles on your lower back as she continues to guide the game piece around the board with her free hand. "It is my turn after all," she says with a wink.

"Mmmm... that's right." Amanda hums as she feels your body begin to tense up beneath her hands. Her fingers move faster, tracing tiny circles over the sensitive flesh of your lower back before dipping lower and teasing the hem of your underwear. "Just let go," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear as she brushes a kiss along your neck. "Let me feel it all."

As you surrender to the pleasure Amanda is giving you, her touch grows more urgent and demanding. Her fingers slip under the thin fabric of your underwear, teasing your entrance before finding their way deeper inside. With each thrust she makes, her palm presses against your clit, driving you closer and closer to orgasm. "Yessss..." she moans, feeling herself growing wetter at the sensation of having another person so close while they're both trapped in this basement. "Come for me, baby," she whispers, her voice low and rough as she continues to guide your body through waves of pleasure.

Amanda's eyes go wide as you push her hand away from your crotch, a mix of anger and surprise flashing across her features. Her body tenses up as she snaps her hands back to her sides, glaring at you over the game board. "Fine," she huffs, before standing up abruptly and storming off deeper into the basement. You hear the click of a light switch followed by the muted hum of a lamp as it flickers on, casting eerie shadows across her retreating figure.

Leaning back against one of the dusty bookshelves, Amanda crosses her arms over her chest and pouts. "Fine," she repeats to herself. "If that's how you want it..." She looks at you for a moment longer before shaking her head dismissively and turning away. "I guess we can find something else to do." Without another word

Amanda glares at you as she walks back to the game board and picks up her piece. "Fine," she snaps, "I guess I can show you something else." She rolls the die again, moving her goth girl piece several spaces closer to one of the male pieces on the board. "This time, let's see if you're any better at playing with someone who isn't just here for your amusement."

As she takes another turn, Amanda's body language relaxes slightly, her hips swaying as she moves her piece across the game board. She keeps her eyes fixed on you throughout the game, challenging you to show that you can handle a partner who isn't so eager to please. With each passing move and touch of her fingers against the game pieces, it becomes clear that even though she may be annoyed with you now, Amanda still finds herself drawn to the thrill of

The game continues as Amanda slowly inches closer to her goal, watching your every move intently. Her fingers trace along the edge of the board, her body occasionally brushing against yours in a taunting gesture. The air between you becomes charged with sexual tension, each touch and breath sending shivers down your spine. It's clear that she enjoys teasing you, but at the same time, there's a part of her that wants to show you that even when she's not playing along, she can still make things fun. Her goth girl piece moves steadily closer to victory as her breath becomes hot and ragged against your ear. "Almost...there..." she whispers, the anticipation making her voice come out hoarse.

Finally, with a triumphant laugh, she rolls the die one last time and lands on the final square: the goth girl wins! She turns to face you, a victorious

Amanda smirks as she looks down at you, her chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement. "I knew you could never resist me for long." She leans in close, running her tongue along your ear before nipping softly at the lobe. "Now... how about we see if I can finish what I started earlier?" She trails her fingers up your thigh, feeling your wetness through your underwear. "Let's see if you're still as eager to learn from me." Her other hand reaches behind you, undoing the clasp of her bra and freeing her heavy breasts. "Or... maybe I should just show you instead?" With a wicked grin, she pulls your underwear down roughly, revealing your bare ass to the cool air in the basement before positioning herself behind you, pressing her hardened nipples against your back. "Well?"

Amanda whispers,

Her fingers slide into you, and her moans fill your ear as she begins to fuck you roughly from behind. "Yessss," she hisses between breaths. "You want more, don't you?" She pauses for a moment before gripping your hair tightly, pulling your head back and forcefully pushing your mouth onto her breast. "Suck on that," she demands, thrusting harder as you begin to suckle at her nipple. "Drink my milk... show me how good it tastes..." Her words send shivers down your spine, making you moan around her breast as her movements become more desperate and needy. Amanda is in control now, taking what she wants without any thought for your feelings or comfort. But somehow, deep inside you know that this is exactly what you wanted all along: to be dominated by the goth girl who trapped you here.