“Oh man. You are becoming such a kinky bitch!”
Selina only smiled very lightly and held out the loop of rope.
Darya drew in a deep, slightly shaky breath, licked her lips, then put her hands
together and slid them through the loop in the soft black rope.
Selina closed the loop, her eyes boring into Darya’s, then with a quick twist, she threw
another loop around her wrists, and another, and another, swinging the rope around and
around until there were five or six loops around the blonde girl’s slim wrists.
She looked down, then, bringing the rope up between her wrists, then down and through,
pinching the loops more tightly and locking the rope immovably around Darya’s wrists.
She smiled coyly at the blonde girl, then pulled on the rope. Darya, her heart pounding,
followed along to the centre of the basement, then watched mutely as Selina climbed onto a
chair and reached up towards the ceiling. She saw the heavy ring driven into the roof beam
now, and swallowed again as she watched her girlfriend slip the rope through it and then
jump down.
They had been friends for years, then lovers for the last few months, since a drunken
prom had thrown them together, changing their relationship from that of close friends to
lovers.
Lesbian sex had been a real eye opener, a wild, delicious thrill ride without fear or
guilt. She trusted Selina, after all, and had no fears of either betrayal or gossip. It
was – play sex, and she loved it! Oh, it was true that sometimes Selina went overboard,
but that only added to the unpredictability, to the heat and excitement.
And she loved Selina. The gorgeous Eurasian girl with her sleek body and long, silky
black hair was the most gorgeous girl Darya had ever seen. She was lithe and slender, her
golden skin unmarred, flawless and soft as down. Her breasts were small but incredibly
firm, her eyes the deepest, softest brown.
She let her bound hands be raised up, lifted high above her, and watched as Selina moved
to the nearby wall, watched, a bit startled, as she saw what looked like a pulley there.
Selina fed the rope into it, tied it around and then turned with an excited look in her
eyes as she began to turn the wheel.
Darya gasped as she felt the pressure tighten around her wrists, felt her body
stretching tighter and tighter. She was forced up onto the balls of her feet, her arms
tightly pressed against the back of her head.
She had the same hair style as Selina – now. She used to do her hair differently, but
Selina was just so gorgeous, the way her long, black hair framed her face, that Darya had
had hers cut to match. Her hair was only shoulder length, but it was cut in the middle
too, full and thick, soft and golden blonde as it spilled down around her face.
She had no other resemblance to Selina, really. Her face was rounder; her eyes wider and
blue green. Selina looked sleek, even mysterious. Darya’s face was fresh scrubbed and
innocent. She had small freckles above the bridge of her nose, and a wide, lazy grin. She
was shorter, her body was fuller, her breasts bigger
Selina stopped turning the wheel and moved over to stand before her.
“Little slut,” she whispered, tilting her chin up with one finger.
“Bitch!” Darya panted excitedly.
Selina smiled coolly, her fingers tracing circles around the blonde girl’s fat, stiff
nipples. She pressed her thumbs and forefingers around them and squeezed, and Darya moaned
softly. Then she began to pinch them, twisting them from side to side so that they burned
and ached.
“Ah! Ow! Fuck! Bitch!” Darya gasped.
Selina stepped past her, and her hand slapped down sharply onto Darya’s upturned bottom
as she passed. Darya yelped in pain as the crack of flesh on flesh filled the basement.
“Bitch!” she yelled over her shoulder.
Selina was moving to a nearby cabinet, and Darya’s turned slowly on the balls of her
feet so she could face her. She watched excitedly as Selina returned, her eyes darting to
the small objects in her hand, objects which looked like little metal balls.
“Don’t you dare!” she gasped as Selina held one out before her.
The little balls had inch long chains. The chains were attached to small metal alligator
clips.
Selina smirked and reached for her right breast. Darya twisted aside.
“If you resist I’m going to have to punish you,” Selina said, slapping the blonde teen’s
bottom sharply.
“Ow! Bitch! Whore! Skank!”
“I’ll gag you too, little slut!”
“Bite my ass!”
Selina slapped her again. “I will!”
She gripped Darya’s soft blonde hair and jerked the other girl’s head back, turning her
body as she reached around her chest with one hand and placed one of the clips around the
girl’s fat pink nipple. She let it close slowly, and Darya yelped and cried out, her cries
growing louder as the pressure increased.
“Ow! Owww! It’s too hard! Ow! Ow! Ow! Shit! Don’t! Oooooo!”
The little alligator clip bit her soft, sensitive nipple until it was on fire, and it
was all she could do to keep from twisting and shaking herself as the pain drove deep into
her breast.
“Fuck! Ow! Take it off!”
But Selina instead slipped the second clip around her other nipple, and this time let it
snap closed all at once. She let go of Darya’s hair as the blonde girl yelped and cried
out, dancing awkwardly on the balls of her feet, complaining and demanding she remove the
clips as her nipples burned like fire.
But the burning did begin to ease, even before Selina produced the gag, a fat rubber
ball thing with a strap. She pulled on Darya’s hair and shoved the ball into her mouth,
then pulled the strap back together around her head and snapped it in place.
Darya moaned around the gag, her nipples throbbing painfully. But in truth she was even
more aroused now. The gag always aroused her, for some reason, for it added to her sense
of helplessness. Why being tied and helpless excited her so much was beyond her. She was
nineteen years old and having a ton of fun, and she just thought it was all wildly kinky
and sexy.
But her nipples hurt! Shit!
“Oh stop whining,” Selina said.
She had suggested several times that Darya get her nipples pierced, but though the
idea was intensely attractive, Darya had always declined. Not only was she afraid of the
pain, but the idea of baring her chest to some stranger and letting them finger her
nipples and breasts was simply too embarrassing.
She watched as Selina strolled back to the cabinet, wondering what her lover would
produce next. She felt a jolt of excitement as she saw her turn and hold up a pair of
large dildos. She moaned and squeezed her thighs together as she watched Selina lube up
the dildos, and knew that she intended to shove one up her ass.
Selina had tried that before, but she had said no, embarrassed and feeling it would be
just too – too slutty, for want of a better word, to let her friend do that. Yet now that
she was helpless and could not even protest, the idea seemed deliciously exciting, in a
dirty, nasty kind of way.
Selina returned to her.
“Look what I’ve got for you, slut,” she said.
She set the dildos neatly down on the chair, then reached for more rope. Darya watched
in surprise as she brought two lengths of rope across to her and bound each to one of her
ankles. Then she yelped in surprise and alarm as Selina pulled on one, forcing her left
leg out from under her. She pulled the leg straight out to the side and then tied the rope
off to a metal support pole.
Balanced precariously on the ball of one foot, Darya shook her head weakly, protesting
feebly into the gag as Selina smirked at her and pulled slowly and tauntingly on the other
rope. Darya’s bound hands closed around the rope above her as her foot was forced aside
and she gasped in pain as all her weight came down on her hands and wrists.
Selina pulled her leg wide and tied it off to another support pole, and Darya shuddered,
her body stretched out, her wrists already burning from the pressure, her fingers slipping
on the rope, unable to continue to support even a part of her weight.
She squealed and yelped and cried out repeatedly, shocked, excited and anxious all in
turns, her body writhing and twisting on the end of the rope, her legs pulling against the
ropes on her ankles as Selina picked up one of the dildos and rubbed it up and down the
length of her tight, moist sex opening.
She felt the pressure mounting as Selina pushed harder, twisting the dildo from side to
side, forcing her sex lips in and back, stretching them out as she slowly drove the dildo
up into her body. It was a long dildo, as well as being thick, and Darya groaned as the
head jammed against her cervix. Yet Selina kept pushing, kept twisting, working the fat,
spongy head past her cervix.
It ached, but the ache was not all bad. It ached in a dark, hungry, sexy way as her
pussy was filled to overflowing. And still some of the dildo remained outside.
Selina held up the second one then, smirking, and moved around her. Darya shuddered,
feeling her entire body flare with heat as the thing pressed against her wrinkled little
rosebud. She felt the coolness of the lubricant on the head, and moaned as the pressure
grew, as Selina jammed it up and down, up and down, working it slowly into her ass.
She worked patiently, slowly twisting the dildo around and around, pressing forward,
then retreating, pushing up, then easing back. Then the head was inside her, and there was
no real pain, just a sense of being stretched. Selina continued to push the dildo up, draw
it back, push it up. She slapped at Darya’s buttocks several times, startling her, jerking
her attention away from the fat dildo being forced up her ass.
And each time she did the dildo seemed to give a lurch, and slide deeper. She – ached.
She felt bloated out back there, and still Selina was pushing and pulling the dildo,
working it deeper.
“You like that, little slut?” Selina purred. “You like having a big cock up your ass? I
bet you love it. You love having a cock up the ass, don’t you?”
Crack! She slapped her hand against Darya’s bottom.
“Filthy little blonde whore!” she growled.
Darya’s wrists were burning, and her hands were going numb, but the sexual heat was
rolling over her in waves as she writhed and twisted in her bonds. She felt the fat dildo
drive even higher into her belly, felt cramps and aches as Selina twisted it from side to
side within her gut.
Selina moved back away from her, and Darya gasped and panted for breath, moaning weakly
as she felt the twin dildos inside her. She turned her head to see Selina drawing on a
pair of something, panties, she thought at first. But that made no sense. Then she
realized it was merely the straps, the straps to the strap-on dildo she had used on Darya
on previous occasions.
She moaned anew as the sleek girl moved back to her, moved up behind her.
“I think I’m going to fuck your little asshole,” Selina whispered, pulling on the base
of the dildo, twisting it, fixing it to the front of the straps around her thighs.
Darya shuddered as she felt the girl’s soft breasts against her back, as her hands came
around her body, caressing her belly, then rising to cup and fondle her breasts.
The dildo began to move in and out of her with slow movements, and she knew it was now
attached to Selina, that Selina was fucking her as if she were a man.
“Dirty little cock loving whore,” Selina growled into her ear. “I’m going to fuck your
ass!”
Her hips began to work in and out with more authority, the dildo driving up into her
belly more forcefully now, and Darya gasped and moaned as her body flared with wildfire
heat.
It hurt – a little – but not nearly enough to distract her from the incredible sexual
high she was on. Selina’s hands stroked up and down over her body, lifting and squeezing
her breasts, making the little metal balls swing and dance so they tugged and pulled at
her burning nipples.
Then one of Selina’s hands slid won her belly and between her spread thighs. Darya
bucked violently as her fingers pressed against her throbbing clitoris, and she felt a
quiver of orgasmic power rush through her nervous system. Then Selina seized the dildo in
her hand and began to pump it in and out. She let her thumb extend along the bottom so
that each time she thrust it up into Darya’s pussy her thumb rode firmly across her
clitoris.
At the same time she was working her hips in harder and grinding her pelvis in slow
circles. The dildo in Darya’s anus was moving faster and deeper, and when she felt
Selina’s hips pushing against her buttocks a wild thrill went through her as she realized
she had ever last inch of the big dildo buried in her bottom.
“Little slut,” Selina growled. “You only wish I was a big man with a real cock, don’t
you? You’d love to have a big cock raping your hot little ass, wouldn’t you? Dirty little
girl!”
Her hips worked in and out, in and out, in and out, while she pumped the dildo in
Darya’s pussy and stroked her thumb across her clitoris. Darya was awash in heat and lust,
a sexual firestorm gripping her mind and body as she soared upwards towards orgasm.
Then abruptly, Selina thrust the dildo up especially hard, painfully hard, and she
grunted at the sudden force of that pain. At the same time the girl detached her harness
from the dildo and shoved that hard, all but burying it in Darya’s anus. That too hurt,
and Darya moaned at the hard cramp in her gut, then cried out weakly as the raven haired
beauty slapped at the base a couple of times.
Selina stepped away, and Darya hung helpless, gasping, moaning, her body on fire, held
just short of what she had just known would have been a massive orgasm. Her belly ached,
her spread legs quivered and trembled and her body twisted against her bonds as she waited
what the girl would do to her next.
The next toy Selina produced was not one Darya had ever seen before – exactly. She had
sort of seen them in movies, in TV shows, mainly about the old south. It was a whip, a fat
handled thing with numerous small black leather strips. She stared at it, panting,
gasping, chewing on the gag, stared in disbelief, a quiver of anxiety running through her
now sweating body.
Yet there was more than that. There was also a dark hunger. With her body enveloped in
sex heat, with the sadomasochistic scene arousing her to feverish levels, the thought of
being whipped did not produce the fear that it otherwise would have. She trusted Selina,
after all. She was fairly sure the girl would not hurt her very badly. It was probably not
a real whip, just a fake.
“A whipped slut,” Selina growled. “That’s what you’re going to be!”
She let the long leather twist down as she moved around the trembling blonde girl. Then
she drew her arm back and swung, letting the long leather strips slap lightly across
Darya’s back.
It stung a little, but only a little, and Darya felt a wild surge of excitement.
Whipped! She was being whipped! She was hanging from her wrists and being fucking
whipped!
The whip slashed across her back a little lower and a little harder this time, and she
flinched from the numerous small stings. But she let her mind turn outward into a wild,
kinky sexual dream where she was a helpless prisoner, a sexual slave being disciplined by
he master, her mistress.
Crack! The whip fell across her shoulders again, and she moaned and arched her back as
it stung, as her back began to warm, to heat, the skin growing pink.
“Dirty little slut!”
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