When Denise left, it was clear what had to happen: you and Anne are way in over your heads, and if you don't get free before Denise gets back, things may get really out of control, and you don't want that-- do you?
Anne has figured this out, too. She is lying atop you, where Denise tied her in place, and doing her best to slide off. There is a fine sheen of perspiration between your bodies, and her squirming attempts to get free are practically setting your skin on fire.
What if you weren't gagged? Would you try to encourage Anne to free herself? Or would you tell her how it makes you feel, to have her satiny skin sliding, lubricated in sweat, across your bare flesh. What if your hands weren't bound to the bed? Would you try to untie her? Or would you take her, helpless as she is, and use her in a most shameless way?
For, there's no denying that you're being aroused in a way you had never imagined. It's not simply that you're in close, intimate contact with a beautiful, naked woman. No, it's the fact that the two of you are bound and helpless, and if you don't get free soon, you will both be at the mercy of the lovely, cruel, Denise. The thrill of the chase? There's no chase here. You're caught, both of you, and that feeling of helplessness has touched something very deep inside you.
Your attention snaps back to reality: Anne has nearly succeeded, and you feel a twinge of strange regret as she slides sensuously across your body, and lies beside you, now, the rope slackened somewhat. Of course, with you still spreadagled on the bed, and her still bound hand and foot, you two are a long way from being free.
And, now... the bitch is back.
"Well, girls, you two must really be enjoying yourselves!" You glance up, and Denise is standing in the doorway, grinning. Over her shoulder, she's carrying a big fabric bag that appears to be absolutely packed with... well, you'd prefer not to speculate, wouldn't you? You try to growl a reply to her cheerful taunting, but she goes right on: "After all, if you weren't enjoying... each other... you'd probably have freed yourselves by now!"
You feel the bed shake as Anne makes one last pull to free herself from the rope tying you two together, but Denise is having none of it: she simply takes the loosened rope and uses it to fasten Anne's bound ankles to the end of the bed. Anne can now squirm as much as she likes, but she goes nowhere except where Denise wants her.
Ann moans in frustration, her "escape attempt" having been so easily thwarted.
Denise sits down beside you, now. From the bag, she draws a plastic-covered package of some kind.
"You know, " Denise begins as she tears open the plastic, "you two really have a lot to learn about keeping a girl quiet." She grins at you. "Lucky for you, Denise is here!" You can see, now, what she is removing from the package: it's a large dishtowel; white; the "Williams Sonoma" white lettering is clear against the reverse-blue trim. You eyes grow huge, and you start trying to make yourself understood through the panties in your mouth.
"Hush." Denise gently lays a finger to your lips. "We're not going to want you waking the neighbors, later on, when I start to... " her voice breaks up in a fit of giggles, and she reaches behind your head to undo the knot of the scarf holding the panties in your mouth. The silk slides free from between your lips, and her fingers are skillfully plucking the panties from your mouth. As you try to lick your parched lips, she sets them gently aside on the bed. "We'll get back to these later."
"Denise, please!" Your voice is low, your lips dry. You've decided that, instead of yelling for help, you'll try reasoning with your beautiful captor. "Let's just stop here--"
"Dear Vicky." Slowly, Denise begins to run her fingers through your hair, and you shudder with pleasure as her nails graze your scalp. "How silly you are. You know perfectly well that I'm not going to stop; you also know that deep down you really don't want me to stop!" Before you can bring yourself to protest this preposterous assertion, she goes on, "That's one reason to keep a girl like you gagged-- so she doesn't embarrass herself with silly statements like that." Her fingers fist in your hair, now, there's a little tug at your hair, and one corner of the dishtowel has found its way between your teeth.
It's clean, of course, so in some ways it's a nice change from the taste of the panties you'd been wearing all day (which Denise is clearly not through with). Fresh with sizing, the cloth lies atop your tongue, pressing it down. Denise's grip in your hair is enough to keep you from closing your mouth against the intrusion, and her skilled fingers are working the towel in more deeply, now. Your mouth is filled to the roof, but she's not pushing the cloth to the back of your throat. Rather, it's your cheeks she stuffs now, and you cringe at the thought of what your face must look like this way.
The towel is huge. It must be the size of a bedsheet, you tell yourself, as more and more of the fabric fills whatever tiny space there may be left in your mouth; already, it's begun to absorb your saliva. Denise's other hand in your hair turns your head this way and that as she works, with an casual efficiency that bespeaks a distressing amount of practice at this sort of thing.
Finally, impossibly, the last of the towel disappears from your sight, and you realize that Denise has managed to fit the entire thing into your poor mouth. She releases your hair, and you take a moment to try and force the cloth out. It's hopeless: you can't even move your tongue to get it behind the wad of fabric to try to push it. Denise seems aware of this, not even bothering to cover your mouth with her hand as she busies herself opening another package: a new Ace bandage.
"I was going to tell you to open wide," she giggles, "but you're already doing that!" And she's right, of course: your mouth is so stuffed that you couldn't close it no matter how hard you might try. Denise then fits the elastic bandage over the cloth between your teeth, and begins to wind it around your head. With each turn, she smooths it down over the towel, ensuring that the elastic won't allow the stuffing to slip. Twisting your head does no good; Denise is in control, and in a few moments, she is taping down the end of the bandage, which hugs your head tightly. Giving your gag a last few pats, Denise plants a kiss on your forehead; your shriek of frustration is no more than a tiny hum behind your gag, prompting Denise to laugh.
"See?" she asks brightly. "Won't it be great when I teach you how to do that, too?" Your only answer is a glare that amuses her even more. "Of course, later on, we'll go back and try ---really--- packing your mouth!" Your eyes bulge in astonishment at the thought that your mouth could be made to hold even more, but Denise has already moved on to her next subject.
"Well, now to see what we can do about little Anne, here."
Without your noticing, Anne has been trying to work her gag free, rubbing it on the bed. Denise, though, spots her long before she can finish. She unties her from the foot of the bed, but does not undo her bound wrists or ankles.
"You know, Anne," she says as she flips your bound roommate to her stomach, "this gag won't really keep you very quiet. Don't worry, though, I've got plenty of towels here!"
Anne growls at that, as Denise undoes the scarf holding the panties in Anne's mouth, then re-ties it more tightly under her hair.
"Now, let's just sit you up, Anne." Clambering up on the big bed, Denise lifts Anne to her knees by the blouse still tied around her bound arms.
As the helpless girl tries to pull herself free, her long curtain of hair once more sweeps briefly across your naked belly. Again, you flinch with the unexpected delight, and grunt into your gag. This time, though, Denise is here. And Denise notices everything.
"Hmmmmm. That's interesting." She has paused, holding Anne upright in front of you. Denise glances down at you, thoughtfully. Her next move is to reach into her bag, and retrieve... a hairbrush.
You think you know what's coming next: you expect to see Anne turned over Denise's lap, and having the hairbrush applied to her cute ass. Instead, Denise plumps Anne down, squirming, seated at the edge of the bed. She lifts the brush, and to your surprise (and Anne's!), she begins to draw the brush through the gently-mussed chestnut locks.
"Ever notice something?" she asks, obviously expecting no answer, as she pulls the brush through Anne's mane of hair with slow, sensuous motions. "A few strands of hair can itch, or tickle, when they touch your skin." Anne is moaning, now, as she surrenders, despite herself, to the exquisite sensations as Denise strokes the bristles down her scalp, through her long tresses, and right across the bare skin of her shoulders.
"But, you know," Denise continues as she smooths Anne's now-gleaming hair with her palm, "a whole lot of hair like this, moving across bare skin, can be... well, why should I tell you?" Denise smiles at you. "Anne and I will show you what it can be like!"
You're not quite sure why Denise is telling you all this; your attention is fixed on the light that glints fire in the highlights of Anne's hair, and you can feel your fingers curl in frustration, wishing they were trailing through the long, silky tresses. So, it takes a moment for you to realize what's happening, when Denise stands up by the side of the bed, and takes hold of Anne's arms again, pulling her up to a kneeling position in front of you.
You look up, now, wondering what comes next. Your legs are still tied wide apart, the kneeling Anne poised, naked, just above you. Your eyes meet-what a confusion of lust and fear you two are now. As Denise said, this is something you've toyed with before, but Anne is in... "virgin" territory. You can see her eyes riveted to your bound form, and possibilities she had never dreamed of are flooding her. You can see the conflict-- she knows she's "not a lesbian"-- but you can also see that the deep hunger inside drives her, just as it does you.
Anne seems as puzzled about Denise's intentions as you are. But you don't have to wait long to find out.
Denise uses her grip on Anne's arms to lower her face toward the bed, near your feet, and her soft curtain of hair brushes over your instep; the skin there, soft and sensitive, sends an electric shock up into the pit of your stomach. Anne tries to turn her head, to look at Denise behind her, but Denise just lifts on the bound arms, and Anne's head is thrust forward again, her hair now caressing your right leg.
"How's that feel, Vicky?" Denise's voice is breathy. She doesn't really need to ask--the moaning sounds coming from your packed mouth provide eloquent testimony to the effect that this touch is having on your nerve endings. You pull at your bindings, and Denise laughs. "Now, tell me, helpless little Vicky," as she sweeps Anne's hair across your other leg, "if you were untied, would you get me to stop? Or would you grab your pretty roommate here, and make her... hmmmm?" Denise now moves one hand from Anne's bound arms to the back of her neck, and she slowly pushes her head down, even closer to you. You shriek in madness into the gag in your mouth as the silky mass of Anne's hair now flows over the inside of your thighs.
"How do you like my new sex toy?" Denise giggles,forcing Anne's head down further. "Much prettier than a vibrator, wouldn't you agree?" Anne shakes her head, not much caring for being described as a "sex toy", but that only causes the soft tresses to ripple across your skin maddeningly. Now, Denise has Anne's head down between your legs, and she is pressing Anne's gagged mouth to the inside of your left thigh.
"Go ahead, Anne," Denise murmurs. "Kiss her. You know you want to."
The soft lips tremble around the cloth forcing them apart. Your loins nearly explode as Anne's gagged mouth plants a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. Another, three, four - God, she has to stop or you'll go mad! You're screaming, now, into your gag, but you know the sound is doing nothing but amusing your lovely captor.
"Well, Anne, I guess we're seeing the benefits of good hair care, aren't we?" Anne's gagged cries are now wails, and you shudder with shameful delight at the thought of her lovely face inches from the heat blazing in your loins. You're sure you'll climax, but you feel Denise pull Anne away from you, now, and she pauses, holding your bound roommate's mouth just out of reach of you.
The room is filled with sounds now: your ragged breathing through your nose, your mouth too full to possibly breathe through it. Anne is sobbing into her gag, trying to beg Denise to have pity on her, on both of you. But "Mercy" is not Denise's plan, is it? She has simply paused long enough for the fires inside you to lower slightly. Your chest heaves and your hips are squirming uselessly, wanting Anne's face buried in you right now. In a few moments, your breathing has settled; Anne still trembles in Denise's grip.
"Breathe, Vicky," Denise purrs at you. "Relax. Save your strength. We don't want to rush things, here, now do we?"
And with that remark, you see her exerting slow, sure pressure on the back of Anne's neck, and again the tent of silky dark hair envelops you. This time, it's your breasts that Denise has targeted. As your body is caressed by the soft tresses, you feel Anne's gagged mouth again--this time, her lips are at your right nipple; you screech into your gag as the damp scarf between her teeth brushes against your hardened bud. You can't see what Denise is doing with her other hand, but the sounds coming through Anne's gag make it clear that she is stimulating your helpless roommate, and the lips that tremble on your skin are ablaze with her heat.
You're certain there could be nothing left of your sanity as Denise shifts her lovely playtoy to your left breast, those whimpering, pleading lips again assaulting your hardened nipple. Denise, though, plans to take you much, much farther.
"Uuuuuuuggghhhh!!!!!" You've tried to hold back, but Denise has taken your right nipple again, this time in her fingers, and is rolling it between her fingertips. You spasm in your bonds, your burning loins trying to make contact with Anne, but Denise is still holding her just out of reach of your burning pussy.
"Nice and hard," Denise muses over your nipple as though evaluating a cut of meat. "My little Anne-toy is working very well, wouldn't you say?"
You can feel the little "Anne-toy" trembling with rage, shame, and lust, as Denise again pulls her back from you, silky tresses trailing across your quivering belly. Anne is pulling at her bound arms, you can see the muscles straining against her bonds, but Denise handles her as easily as if she really were a toy.
"OK, Anne, I think we need to give Vicky a little rest-the poor girl's ready to burst, and we don't want that... not for a while." She turns Anne around now, her back to you, her mane of hair cascading right down over the lovely bound hands tied at the small of her back. From where you lie on the bed, you can't see Anne's face, but you can see the wicked humor on Denise's.
"Now, Anne, it's time to change that gag." The curtain of hair above you shimmers as Anne shakes her head "no".
"Nnggg! Nggghh! Nggghhhh!!!!"
"Oh, yes, yes yes," Denise grins back at her.
Handling her bound captive easily, Denise now sits Anne down on the bed--right between your spread legs; that beautiful naked form inches from you, and you unable to do anything about it. Denise now lays one hand on Anne's chest, one on her back, and begins to force her backwards. Unable to balance herself, bound as she is, Anne has no choice but to allow herself to be laid back, and again her long hair is settling around you as Denise leans her against you, her head propped up between your legs.
"MMMMnngghhh!!" Now, your hips bounce madly on the bed with your useless attempt to close your legs around Anne's lovely head. Your pussy throbs, and you pray that you can somehow be spared the embarrassment of cumming all over your roommate's hair.
"Anne," Denise snickers, "Vicky is always telling me how much she hates the idea of being tied up. Funny, though-she isn't ACTING like she hates it!!" Her fingers are busily at work, removing the scarf and panties from Anne's mouth; the package of dish towels is beside her on the bed.
"Let me go!!" Anne's voice is hoarse, and sounds impossibly sexy; if anything, this is turning you on more.
"Anne, don't you see? This is how I knew it would be. Your body wants this, but that pretty mouth of yours keeps saying foolish things like 'No'. I'll fix that, though."
"No, Oh God, no-you will not! You witch, untie me right now, or----uuuuummfff!!!" Denise doesn't even hesitate-she grabs Anne's hair to hold her head still (and don't your fingers itch to do that, too!), and begins to stuff her mouth with the towel.
You can feel it. You can taste it. With the matching towel in your mouth, it's as though you're a part of Anne as Denise crams the white fabric inside. With Anne's head lying against you, you really can't see her mouth, but it's easy to follow the progress of the scarf as it disappears; you can feel the strain in Anne's jaws as the wad of cloth forces her mouth wide. The way Denise is holding her, she hasn't much room to move, but it is still sweet agony for you as her movements rub her head and hair against you.
"HHnngghh!!!!" Anne's protests are now nothing but muffled grunts as Denise finishes packing her mouth. You feel Anne's head raised a bit, and Denise begins to wind an Ace bandage around her head, holding the gag in place; her lovely hair is pulled close to her head like a shining helmet. Denise leans her back against you again, and you revel in the pressure of her head against your loins.
"Now, ladies," Denise stands up, and surveys the two of you, hands on hips. "It's time we got a few things straight." Two pairs of eyes watch, terrified and excited at the same time.
"You know, I play with other girls a lot. Some girls I know are what I call 'bondage whores'. Know what a bondage whore is?"
Gagged growls are her only response, but she clearly doesn't expect anything else.
"A bondage whore is a girl who is gets turned on by being tied up and gagged, especially by a girl who really 'knows the ropes'-me, for instance!" She giggles. "They come to me all the time, knowing that I'll tie and gag them better than anyone. Bondage whores are fun to play with."
She sits on the bed, now, gazing down at the two of you, and her voice lowers.
"You know what I really LOVE to play with, though?" You don't even try to answer. "Bondage sluts."
She's still smiling, but her face has taken on a dreamy quality.
"Know what a bondage slut is?" Her fingers slowly begin to "walk" across your bound bodies. "A bondage slut also gets turned on by being tied up and gagged--the difference is, she won't admit it, even to herself. She has to be taken, and while she's tied and gagged, she resists as much as she can. Sometimes it can take a VERY long time for her to give in... time that I can use in so many delicious ways. And all the while, she feels shame at my manipulation of her body, humiliation at how easily I can arouse her."
She heaves a sigh. "Bondage whores are fun-- but bondage sluts are where the REAL pleasure is."
She pauses, and the only sound in the room is breath heaving through your nostrils.
"That's what you two are: my own little 'bondage sluts'."
"MMMMMGGGHHHH!!!!!" Your unison gagged cries don't even slow her down; with one hand, she is caressing your breasts; the other is similarly toying with Anne.
"We are going to have such a good time together, bondage sluts. The fun is just getting started."
"MMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!!!"
The End???