Chapter Three
Karen's lips were full, red, and soft… she was doing her best to bite the lower one, but the massive wad of cloth between her teeth didn't make it easy. She tried digging a fingernail into her palm… with her hands bound tightly behind the back of the chair, that was no piece of cake, either. Sweat started to bead her brow and upper lip… but she had to do something to take her mind off what was being done to her.
What that was, of course, was the expert manipulation of two women determined to bring her to a state of helpless arousal-- no, she was already helpless… and already aroused. What they intended was a state of shameful, humiliating loss of control, that would result in Karen undergoing one of Mistress Christina's notorious punishments.
And they were doing the job quite well. Karen wept as Rachel's fingernails glided along the goose bumps on her bound arms; she yanked at her bonds as though her shoulders would dislocate, but there was no give in the nylon… or in Rachel. The quiet chauffer was supplementing the action of her long nails with quiet murmurs into Karen's ear; through the pantyhose hood. The description of what Rachel intended to do to her penetrated to the pit of Karen's stomach-- and seemed to continue all the way down to her loins. She squirmed on the chair, trying to find the one magical position that would relieve some of the ache between her legs, but she knew that, if such a position had existed, Rita would have made certain to tie her so that she could not achieve it.
Rita had turned her attention to Karen's visibly aroused nipples, and was rolling both of them between thumb and forefinger-- and not gently, either. Her touch had nothing of the lover's caress that Rachel implemented... Rita's grip was cruel and unyielding as she tormented her rival's breasts.
Karen pulled at her bonds, hoping the painful biting into her skin would somehow distract her, but that only made things worse, as the stockings worked their sensual magic on her-- tight as steel bands, they exerted an inescapably sexual hold on her, and the pantyhose hood filled her spinning head with Anne's scent.
Rachel continued her low murmurings as she moved down to Karen's shoulder, the soft lips playing across her captive's skin with their tale of inevitable surrender. Rachel's mouth seemed to know how to make love to any spot you could name on a woman's body, and she lapped and nibbled at Karen's arms, shoulders, and back. She reached down, near the helplessly tied hands, and let her fingernail draw softly across the soft flesh of Karen's palms, sending new trembling along her captive's arms.
In her delirium, Karen barely noticed that Rita seemed to have stopped playing with her. Just as she realized that only one set of hands was now working on her, Karen heard the big blonde speak.
"Wait." Rita's voice had the sound of someone who has suddenly come up with a better idea. "Let me do this."
In response, Rachel straightened up, abruptly ceasing her fondling of their bound captive. Karen gasped in miserable relief-- was Rita just trying to prolong the inevitable? Let her "cool off" for a bit and then start up again? She had closed her eyes, and let her head sag against her heaving breast, when she heard a sort of shuffling sound. Just as she had raised her head and opened her eyes to see, the pantyhose hood was whipped off her head, and Rachel gently brushed stray locks of hair away from her face.
Rita now stood directly over the helpless Karen. Her left hand was gripping Joan's bound arms, holding the girl helpless, in front of Karen's chair. Joan was still bound at wrists and ankles, but she had been freed from her hogtie, so that Rita might more easily display her body.
With a leer, Rita brought her right hand to Joan's chest, and slowly traced a fingernail down the soft flesh, brushing off bits of crusted candle wax. Joan groaned into her gag as the sharp nail scraped lightly across her already rock-hard nipples.
Rita slowly wrapped Joan's long, silky hair around her left hand. She pulled the brunette up to a nearly erect posture, and reached her right hand around her body from behind. Her fingernails danced lightly across the skin of the belly that was pulled taut by the enforced posture; she then let her fingers do the walking down between Joan's legs.
Joan started, and yelped into her gag. She tried to twist her body to avoid Rita's touch, but the grip in her hair afforded her very little room for movement. She could do nothing but whimper as the big blonde's fingers found their way to her already-burning sex.
"Uuuunnhh..." a low moan escaped from behind Karen's gag. Joan's perfect body, that she had been fantasizing about all day, was bare inches from her reach... and there was nothing she could do about it! Rita's thick fingers were exploring the places that Karen had hoped to find for herself, and she could see Joan's wonderful body spasming as Rita's touch grew more insistent.
Karen closed her eyes and turned her head away, trying to suppress the vision of that stunning, bound form being brought to climax, but Rita's voice came.
"Make sure she doesn't miss a thing."
Karen then felt Rachel's slender fingers slide along her scalp as she gathered enough hair into her hand to hold Karen's head still. A twist on the hair, and a pinch of her right nipple, and Karen was again forced to open her eyes. It almost didn't matter, though-- the sounds and smells were digging their way into her brain, and the arousal that had begun with the stockings was being compounded by the sight of the beautiful Joan's molestation.
Joan's huge brown eyes were gazing into Karen's, now-- imploring? apologizing? They only stayed focused for a moment, though.
"Uggghhhh!" Her eyes rolling back in her head, Joan's body was bowed backwards by Rita's grip in her hair, the girl's tormented sex now just inches from Karen's face. Karen saw Rita's fingers buried deep in that cunt she had so cunningly schemed to have for her own; the blonde's fingers were increasing their rhythm, and the moist sounds made lustful harmony with Joan's gagged moans-- and, Karen realized, with her own. Almost without knowing it, Karen had been making keening sounds through the packing in her mouth, begging for the release that she knew would mean her doom.
Rachel, too, seemed to be moving in time with Rita, her kisses and caresses still drawing moans and whimpers from Karen's packed mouth as she turned her attention to the aching nipples that Rita had abandoned, her skilled touch playing Karen's breasts like a vintage violin.
Finally, Rita tightened her grip in Joan's hair, and forced the whimpering girl to her knees, until her chin rested on the edge of Karen's chair. The hot breath that puffed past the gag in Joan's mouth, and heaved through her nose, played across Karen's blazing sex, causing her thighs to spasm as she pulled against the nylons holding her in place, trying desperately to shut them against the shameful exposure.
"Would you like a taste, Joan?" Rita was gloating, and just the suggestion sent another spasm through Karen's body, with Joan's face so close to her aching pussy.
"Aw, no touching, though." Rita frowned mockingly. "At least not in that 'special place'." She laughed, and turned Joan's head from side to side, so the insides of Karen's thighs were alternately caressed by the soft hair and the warm breath, maddening inches from the throbbing puss.
Karen's thighs and legs trembled, her breasts were responding to Rachel's fingers, her loins were afire, and the closeness of the helpless Joan was more than she could endure. She threw her head back, wailing into the gag-- and, finally, it came. Not the wonderful release that gushes to a lover's touch... but the begrudging surrender of a body that had no options left to it. Karen shook and shuddered, not even bothering to hide her reaction, or the slickness of the seat underneath her. She wheezed and whimpered through the gag as her nylon-bound body thrashed helplessly.
"Oh, very nice!" Rita taunted. She took Karen's chin in her hand, and forced their eyes to meet. "You really are just a stupid little cunt--"
"Rita, shut up."
Karen's bleary eyes looked sharply up at the strange tone in Mistress Christina's voice. Her face was set in a way that Karen had never seen before; there was even a glistening that might have been a tear in her right eye.
Rita had released Karen's chin, and sunk to her knees at Mistress' rebuke, and for a moment, there was no sound in the room louder than the rasping breathing of the two gagged women.
Karen heard what might have been a sigh, followed by a low muttering.
"And this is the thanks I get." Christina's voice sounded almost choked as she turned her back to leave. She paused, and turned back to Rita. "These sluts are yours for the night. I can't bear the sight of them right now. Have them ready for me in the morning."
"Mistress?" Rita's voice sounded unusually small, but eager. "Are we under the same restrictions?"
Christina sighed. "Use the little tramps as you see fit. I can see than I have been far too lenient with them. It is past time these two learned what real punishment is." She swept out of the room, leaving Karen and Joan to stare in horror as Rita stood up and turned her face to them.
"Hear that, ladies?" She was practically drooling. "It's playtime."
To be continued....
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