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Heather bit down on the mass inside her mouth as the thin plastic fell against her stomach. To this point, she had not allowed anything more than slight muffled groans to be savored by her tormenter, but it was rapidly becoming more difficult to refrain from audibly pleasing her. Her breasts, belly, thighs, and butt were all striped with red welts. The treatment had been going on for several minutes, and showed no signs of being completed soon. There was nothing she could do to avoid the blows. Bound as she was, her body was a target for Katrina’s evil whims, and the woman delighted in taking full advantage. Dressed in a sleeveless, black leather dress, Katrina took her time, seeing to it each blow went as directed.
The blonde agent stood in the center of the room, her useless arms wriggling like grotesque wings. Her elbows had been belted together behind her, and then her arms were folded up so the wrists could be belted tightly against her biceps. It was a painful predicament that pulled her shoulders back even more than the wicked elbow bondage she had endured recently. It thrust her chest out in inviting fashion allowing the undersides of her breasts to be whipped. It was the sensitive undersides that took a goodly part of the abuse, and they were so available because her nipples had been noosed with twine, which was tied to a ring then raised, stretching them into the air, and making standing in her heels more difficult. Her thighs had been strapped tightly together at both upper and lower thigh, but her ankles were free, for all the good it did her. Moving even the slightest bit she could only served to stretch her nipples more, and the one thing she feared most was losing her balance. So she stood mostly still as the plastic switch laid streaks across her body.
Across the room, Alicia watched the drama unfold. Her wild eyes took in the punishment of her friend’s older sister, admiring the courage shown to avoid screaming as the switch cracked with each blow. Alicia had no choice but to watch, as the whole ordeal took place right in front of her. And she certainly wasn’t afforded the option of leaving. She was completely nude, spread and split apart in a fashion that was both painful, and humiliating, and now she was seemingly forgotten in the flurry of strokes being administered to the helpless agent. Her shoulders were draped over a four foot long bar, mounted about six feet high by more of the same metal at each end, which in turn was mounted to the floor. Her elbows were welded together behind her, wrists strapped tightly as well, and then cord from her wrists pulled her arms down sharply, and was tied off to a ring in the floor, so her shoulders bore much of the weight. From the shoulders, her body angled forward to a point just above her waist where the small of her back was bent across a smaller version of the metal frame her shoulders were draped over. This smaller frame was set some two feet in front of the other one. Alicia’s legs were then pulled back through the opening and spread, the ankles tied to the support poles of the first frame, keeping her legs obscenely split, and making her sex available for anything Katrina might wish to impose on her.
Heather jerked slightly with each blow, her skin bearing several dozen red stripes from the barrage. Her hair had been braided into a ponytail to keep it out of the way, and it swayed each time Katrina struck. The abuse continued until at last, the sound of a door opening halted it. Katrina set the switch on a table, and Heather clenched her eyes at the momentary stoppage.
There was the sound of unsteady steps, as if someone was reluctantly being led into the room. Heather opened her eyes. It was Samantha. She was being led into the room by Jamie, and it was quickly apparent why her steps were halting. The first matter had to do with the six inch stiletto heels of her black pumps. They would have made walking under even normal conditions quite difficult. The second matter was the leather hood laced over her head. It was tightly laced into place, molding to the contours of her face, with obvious padding where her ears were located to muffle all sound. Her long blonde hair had been pulled through between two of the lacings in back, forming a tail. There was an opening at the mouth in front, and this had allowed a ring gag to be applied, the tight strap dimpling the shiny leather of the hood. Worst of all though were the poor girl’s arms. They had been bent high on her back with the wrists fastened palm-to-palm at the base of her neck with a black zip tie. Another tie held her forearms, and a third fastened her elbows together, keeping her arms in a strict reverse prayer, and making precarious her sense of balance. But lagging too far behind wasn’t an option. Jamie held in her hand a fine chain leash which led to two serrated alligator clips clamped onto the blonde girl’s gumdrop nipples. Her nude, tanned body still bore the marks of the thin cords from her time as the centerpiece at the banquet table, and the oil and sweat made her slender body shine in the light.
There was total silence except for the clacking of Samantha’s heels, until they reached the center of the room.
“Such a delightful little slut, don’t you think,” Katrina smiled, walking over to admire the tiny blonde. “We’ve all grown quite fond of her around here.”
She reached out and squeezed the girl’s small breasts, forcing her flesh to expand against the bite of the clips. Samantha whimpered, attempting to draw back, but Jamie held firm to the leash.
“Perhaps you’d like to see what talents she has acquired while here,” Katrina smirked.
She walked over to a small cabinet, and opened a drawer, rummaging around till she found what she wanted. It was a leather belt, of sorts, and Katrina brought it over and buckled it tightly around Samantha’s waist. There was an inch-wide strap hanging from the front of the belt, and Heather clenched her eyes with disgust at the certain thought of where it was going to wind up.
“Not just yet,” Katrina smiled, reading the bound agent’s thoughts. “We like to see her pleasure tended to on occasion, as well as our own.”
Katrina walked back to the cabinet, and returned shortly with a pair of black penis-shaped dildos, one some six inches in length, the other around four. The base of each was slotted, Heather noticed, and Katrina soon had both covered with lubrication. Katrina slipped the larger of the two onto the strap descending from the front of the belt, and Heather saw it contained a pair of life-sized testicles.
“If you install this properly, these little jewels sit right up against her clit,” Katrina said, giving them a proper squeeze.
She kicked at the ankles of the frightened girl, and as if on cue, Samantha spread her legs. Katrina parted the puffy lips of Samantha’s vulva with her fingers, spread some of the lubricant into the folds, then slowly and carefully pushed it into place. Samantha could be heard to gasp as she felt the cool length slide inside, completely filling her. The second device was likewise threaded onto the strap, and Katrina spread Samantha’s lovely ass cheeks, and pressed it into place as well. Samantha protested a bit, never having felt this sensation before in her young life. It was not so much uncomfortable, as it was an extreme annoyance. Then end of the strap was slipped through a buckle on the back of the belt, and buckled snugly into place. Katrina checked to make sure the first one was exactly where it needed to be, then tightened the belt some more.
Katrina smiled with satisfaction at her arrangement.
“There’s just nothing quite like a well plugged little slut, now is there?” she cackled.
She walked back over to Heather, leaving Samantha to gurgle and drool, her legs still parted in the pose dictated.
“Technology is such a wonderful thing,” she smiled, looking right into Heather’s glazed, yet defiant eyes. “It used to be that it would have taken two remotes to activate her little toys, but now, one is sufficient. “
She held up the tiny black remote for Heather to see.
“The only question is whether she can focus on her job once I give her the juice,” Katrina chuckled. “Would you like to do the honors?”
Heather shot her a look.
“I thought you might,” Katrina shot back.
She held the remote up to the blonde agent’s numb fingers.
“It’s that big one in the middle,” she grinned.
Heather tried to turn away, but the thin twine bit down hard on her nipples with the movement.
“Here, let me help you,” Katrina smirked.
She placed the device against the palm of Heather’s hand, and then guided her finger down to the button.
“Ready?” Katrina asked, as if there was an alternative.
Heather was totally powerless to prevent her own finger from depressing the button.
Immediately there was a muffled buzzing sound, followed by a squeal from the affected girl. Samantha’s knees started to buckle, and her fingers wriggled at the base of her neck. She tried clenching her thighs together, and thrusting her hips, but it was obvious nothing was going to stop the sensations from imposing themselves on her helpless body.
“Excitable little thing, isn’t she?” Katrina spat.
She returned to Samantha’s side, then slipped behind the girl, wrapping her arms around her, and pressing her against her belly. Once again she squeezed her tits, and let her hands roam across Samantha’s belly, before running them down between the moaning girl’s thighs.
“My, this thing really hums,” Katrina giggled, her hands feeling the powerful vibrations coursing through Samantha’s flesh. “She must be on fire.”
Of that, there was little doubt. Samantha was having difficulty remaining standing. Forgotten was the agonizing position of her arms. Inside her sightless, soundless prison, she could hear the vibrations as they pulsated through her body. The most dramatic aspect was of all was the incessant buzzing against her clit, and in spite of all else, she was becoming more aroused by the minute.
“Watch carefully, slut,” Katrina spat at Heather. “This will be yours job in short order.”
She grabbed the chain connecting the nipple clips from Jamie, and escorted the whimpering teen towards her friend. Alicia stared in horror as Samantha was led right to her spread sex, and tried to fight against her restraints. Aside from her head however, there was precious little movement afforded her. Katrina forced the blonde girls face into the lewdly spread sex. It took a moment for Samantha to comprehend what was being silently and blindly asked of her, but a sharp stripe across her butt with the plastic switch got the message across loud and clear.
On trembling legs, her tongue probed the area directly in front of it, delicately at first, but two more stripes energized her efforts. Alicia strained her body in a vain attempt to halt what was progressing, but again, it accomplished nothing. In a matter of a minute or so, her body began to respond. Samantha’s pink tongue worked rapidly back-and-forth, except for the occasional lapses when the vibrations between her own legs halted the show. But the resultant stripes across her ass got the project back in order, and she kept at it like a seasoned pro. In spite of Alicia’s “willing” it to be otherwise, the persistent attention of Samantha rapidly gained steam. She could feel the blood rushing to her loins, and in spite of the necessary delays brought on by her friend’s own pleasured flesh, the unavoidable climax shook her body in short order.
“Wow, that was quick,” Katrina smirked, pulling the blonde away from her friend.
Samantha’s tongue was still wagging about, oblivious to the true nature of the situation.
“I say we take her hood off and let her enjoy the moment, eh?” Katrina said cheerily.
That brought some wild gyrations from Heather. The humiliation forced on her younger sister had been somewhat tolerable in the sense that Samantha had no clue who it was she had been forced to service. Removing that bit of anonymity would be terribly degrading.
“Perhaps you’re right,” Katrina smirked. “We’ll just keep it our little secret for now.”
Katrina lowered the ring that held Heather’s twined nipples, giving the bound agent a bit of relief. Then she undid the belts at her thighs.
“Jamie, please give Agent Duncan a sample of your hospitality,” Katrina hissed. “Put her in one of your special ties. Very special. And don’t give any thought to her comfort, or lack thereof. The less thrashing around she can do the better. She’s been known to have a knack of wriggling her way out of tight situations.”
She walked back over to the quivering blonde teen.
“I’ll be back shortly,” she smiled, grabbing Samantha’s erect nipples. “I’d like take full advantage of this little slut’s services while she’s in the mood.”
Katrina dragged the helpless girl towards the door.
Jamie chuckled, then grabbed Heather’s nipple leashes still tied tightly in place.
“A very special tie it is,” Jamie smiled, her eyes feasting on the naked form of her captive.
Heather strained to find some measure of comfort. She failed. It had taken a good 20 minutes for Jamie to rope her into her current predicament. Heather was observant. It was one of the attributes that helped her in her job as an agent. She made mental notes of what was being done to her body in the hopes that there might be a careless cinch, or an improperly tied knot that could be exploited later, but it quickly became apparent those observations would bear no fruit. Jamie was as efficient as she was deadly-beautiful.
“I’ve enjoyed the company of your little sister, and her slut friend,” Jamie spat. “There’s nothing quite like taking pleasure from innocent teens.”
She walked around Heather’s now totally naked and tightly bound form, checking her rope-work.
“But I rather prefer the experienced foe,” she smirked. “It’s much more fun to break a seasoned adversary. “
Jamie continued to walk around Heather. She may have been considered a worthy adversary, but at the moment Heather could no more threaten Jamie than could the helpless teens they had left behind.
No chances had been taken. Heather’s wrists were unstrapped from her biceps, then immediately bound tightly behind her back, palm-to-palm, with thin, scratchy sisal. Just above the wrist bonds, more of the same thin cord pinned her arms to her waist. Again, a few inches above those cords, another set further pinned her arms to her torso, cutting deeply into her flat belly. These were also cinched with cords which ran between her arms and her back, tightening them even more. The elbow strap was at last released, but only so more cord could replace it. A half dozen wraps crushed the blonde’s elbows together, thrusting her tits forward in embarrassing fashion.
“Such lovely accessories,” Jamie had purred, unable to avoid the attention they seemed to demand.
She grabbed and squeezed the firm flesh, swelling Heather’s tender nipples against their recent piercings. Jamie tugged playfully at the glittering rings as they bobbed and jiggled at the tips of Heather’s nipples.
“Let’s get these puppies contained a bit,” she chuckled.
Jamie’s idea of containment was for a half dozen wraps of sisal to cut into the top third of Heather’s breasts, and another six to slice equally deep into the bottom third. This left the center third, as well as Heather’s puffy, pierced nipples to bulge through between the tight cords. These cords circled the blonde agent’s torso, and with the other pinioning cords made any movement of her arms impossible.
“Spread your legs,” Jamie’s command had been issued harshly.
Heather could feel Jamie fumbling with her wrist in back. When Heather balked at the request, Jamie walked around front.
“I would be happy to bring…what’s her name?...Samantha!...I would be happy to bring that little slut in and inflict multiple agony’s on her,” Jamie hissed.
Heather shut her eyes. It was no time to call anyone’s bluff.
She spread her legs apart.
“Very good,” Jamie whispered, moving in close to get a scent of the helpless blonde.
Heather felt the woman’s hand sliding between her legs, as her teeth nibbled at the nipples thrust disgustingly forward. As the woman stroked at her sex, Heather could feel warmth spreading through her loins, and she silently cursed her body’s seeming inability to ignore ANY attention given it. The seasoned fingers sought out Heather’s clit, pinching it, and rolling it around until the blood began to flow into the stimulated region.
“You know why I’m doing this?” Jamie whispered in the bound agent’s ear.
Heather moaned.
“Aw, come on take a guess,” Jamie was enjoying the reaction of her captive.
Her fingers were strumming rapidly now. Heather watched wide-eyed as Jamie knelt and snatched something off the floor from between the agent’s spread legs. It was the excess length of cord left over when her wrists had been fastened. Jamie looped the free end over the waist rope in front. Heather’s spine tingled at the sight of the thin scratchy sisal, wrapped twice around Jamie’s clenched fist.
“I’d hate to deprive you of the full effects of a cunt-cutter sawing through your non-stimulated cunt,” Jamie hissed, pulling harshly on the thin sisal.
Heather bit down hard on the gag, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Wow, I’m impressed,” Jamie said, tying the cord off with a series of overhand knots. “Most women would have been on their knees with that bit of savagery.”
Heather didn’t need any accolades at the moment. What she needed was for the punishing cord to be removed from her sex immediately. The action had drawn the blonde girls hands into the crease of her ass, the fingers wedged there so firmly that separating her palms was no longer an option.
“Now your legs,” Jamie smirked, indicating she wanted Heather to sit on the floor.
Through watery eyes, Heather gingerly knelt, the “cunt-cutter” working her sensitive sex like a hacksaw blade. She lay as still as possible while Jamie took after her legs with more of the brutally thin cord. First came the ankles, then the calves, and again just below the knees, all knotted and cinched. More went just above the knees, another set at mid-thigh, then finally at the upper thighs, at that point where the sweet swell of her buttocks gracefully met the toned column of her upper thighs. The thin cord was pulled deeply into Agent Duncan’s legs forcing the lovely flesh to bulge around it.
Jamie checked the tightness of the cords, nodding with approval.
“Almost done,” Jamie chided, shoving the helpless blonde over onto her belly.
Heather could feel cord being fastened to those already binding her ankles, and she groaned with the recognition of what was to come next. Her ankles were jerked up high behind her, the cord fastened to them having been looped through the cords at her elbows. The bending of her legs exacted a price, causing the thin rope to cut wickedly into her legs as they flexed, but cost didn’t seem to be an issue as far as Jamie was concerned. She tugged and pulled the connecting cord, not stopping until Heather’s ankles were directly over her butt, then tied it off at the elbows. Another coil of the thin cord appeared. Jamie doubled it, looped it over Heather’s insteps, and took another wrap before cinching it tight. This cord too, was taken up to the elbow bonds, pulled tight, and fastened, pulling and arching Heather’s feet, and further restricting movement. More cord appeared. Heather rolled her eyes. How could she possibly be restrained any more thoroughly? Jamie grabbed a clump of platinum mane, twisting the wet hair into a cable-sized mass, before looping and tightening cord around it. The free end of this was then run down behind her and tied to the cords fastening her calves together. It seemed an odd detail. It wasn’t tight enough to really cause the young agent any real anguish. But, of course, that soon changed. Heather heard the cable descending before she had confirmation of what it represented. Jamie grabbed the connecting cord between hair and legs with one hand, while her other hand merged it with the snap-hook at the end of the cable.
Heather’s eyes widened as the true method to Jamie’s madness became clear. Before any real protestations could be uttered, Jamie had raised the cable, thus bowing the blonde girl’s body. Heather’s head rose up and back and her tits were drawn off the floor, the silver nipple rings quivering as her breasts jiggled. Her knees were drawn off the floor as well, putting her athletic body in a terrible strain. The drawing of her body backwards slightly loosened the “ankles-to-elbows” as well as the “insteps-to-elbows” tie, and Jamie found the sight of any cord not drawn to military tightness an affront to her rope-tying abilities. When she was done Heather was far more tightly bound than she had ever been, and under the circumstances, that was saying something.
Jamie stood and smiled down on her helpless prey.
It was obvious the blonde agent was in agony. Every turn of the thin cord not only completely restrained her, but each seemed to be attached to some other equally tight stricture, pulling her body against itself in an apparent effort to find the weakest link. Sweat beaded over her entire body.
“Not bad, if I do say so myself,” she complimented herself.
She nudged the tightly trussed blonde with her foot, chuckled, and sent a text to Katrina.
“Oh my Duncan…” it was Mallory’s voice, drawing the suffering agent back into the present. “So I take it you met Jamie?”
From her perch on the floor, Heather could see three sets of legs. They belonged to Jamie, her bare legs emerging from the white miniskirt to rest atop some sexy black leather boots laced to her knees; Mallory, her lovely bare legs visible nearly to her crotch because of the form-fitting, cream colored single piece micro-miniskirt she wore. Her black leather pump only made her long legs seem longer, and Heather could see she wore the briefest of teal colored thongs under the dress. It snapped down the front to about her naval, but the top three snaps remained unfastened, allowing her breasts and stiff nipples to enhance it. The last set of legs belonged to the ever popular Samantha. It seemed they could find even more creative and painful ways to bind the young blonde. She was naked except for the shiny black leather thigh-high boots with the six inch heels and her restraints. She wore a sexy custom made single glove of black leather. It was similar to the one Heather had been forced into when she had been taken from her room in Seattle. It not only crushed the blonde teen’s elbows painfully together, but drew her shoulders back in close proximity as well. The glove narrowed from the shoulders downward, and contained laces so that any unwanted slack could be easily removed, and needless to say there wasn’t a millimeter of slack anywhere. Samantha’s fingers were crammed into the base of the sleeve, and that’s where the interior opening of the device ended, but the leather itself continued in the form of a tail for another 18 inches or so. That was more than enough length for it to be drawn through her butt, and to cleave her labia, and rise to be buckled at the incredible waist cinch. Heather couldn’t know it, but the strap owed its tightness to Hugo’s strength, and Samantha’s swollen, puffy vulva was Exhibit A in the “how tight can he make it” museum. Every step was a punishment of its own. Gone was the hood and ring gag. In its place was a monstrous black ball gag, and Heather could see it was buckled well past excruciating, and teetering on barbaric. Mallory led the young girl around until she stood directly in front of Heather, and the tightly bound agent clenched her eyes shut against the sight that Mallory had been eager to show her. Like her sister, Samantha now was adorned with stainless rings which pierced through her small, eraser-hard nipples. Her small breasts were drawn almost flat against her upper torso due to the incredibly stringent binding of her arms.
Mallory knelt in front of the straining agent.
“You know how much lovely Sam-I-Am here wants to be like older sis,” she laughed.
She reached forward and cupped Heather’s breasts, then tugged playfully on her pierced nipples.
“I always knew you looked fantastic naked,” Mallory smirked. “But naked AND trussed up like this makes you a delicacy.”
She leaned forward and licked a bead of sweat rolling down Heather’s forehead, ruffled her hair, and stood once again.
“Really Duncan, if I didn’t have places to be I’d stay and entertain myself with you a while. You were always good for entertainment. But then, that’s where this little tart comes in,” Mallory chided, motioning towards Samantha.
“She doesn’t present near the problems you do, and she’s gorgeous as hell,” Mallory smiled, running her hand into the deep crease created by the leather through Samantha’s crotch. “As they say, ‘she takes a whipping and keeps on licking.’”
She walked back over to Heather.
“I just thought before we left, I’d give you one more opportunity to talk,” Mallory hissed. “And since your mouth is appropriately stuffed, you have my permission to blink three times rapidly if the answer is yes.”
Heather cursed into the gag.
“I figured as much,” Mallory sighed.
She nodded to Jamie, who pushed the button raising the cable attached to the multitude of bindings restraining the helpless agent. There was a creaking sound as the thin cord constricted even more, arching Heather’s body and finally lifting it free of the floor. They continued to raise her until she was several feet in the air. Then Jamie released the button, leaving the blonde to slowly spin.
Mallory walked over and grabbed one of the nipple rings to stop the spinning process. She bent slightly until her face was directly in front of Heather’s.
“Bye love,” she whispered, then kissed the blonde girl on her forehead. “Until we meet again.”
She turned and grabbed Samantha by a strap at the back of the straight jacket, and the two left the room.
Heather hurled muffled threats at their retreating footsteps. There was a moment of awkward silence, and then a faint explosion could be heard, followed by the unmistakable sound of semi-automatic weapons being fired. Jamie looked at the two captives as if to decide what to do with them. Deciding that cutting them free would be too time consuming, she left them to suffer while she made a beeline exit. There was more gunfire, and several more explosions, and then the lights went out.
“I think she knew,” Heather said, shaking her head dejectedly.
“Impossible,” Keri said sullenly. “We implanted the tracking device into you at the hotel room while you were out due to the drugged wine. It was the only way we could think of to find Sam and Alicia over here. We knew that if we even informed you there was risk of blowing our cover.”
Keri rubbed the numerous deep red grooves on Agent Duncan’s body, while two more F.I.T agents tended to Alicia.
“There was no way she could have known we were coming,” Keri continued.
“You don’t know her like I do,” Heather said softly. “She has a way.”
There was a long period of silence.
“Any thoughts on where they might be headed?” Keri asked.
Heather shook her head.
“Well, we managed to get a couple of her cohorts. We’ll work them over for all they know,” Keri continued.
“They won’t know anything,” Heather said. “They’re just pawns in a game.”
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Weeks later in a well fortified hut complex deep in the forests of Brazil….
“Quiet you little slut!” Mallory hissed staring at her screen. “All that racket will bring the Yanamamo.”
She continued to type and peer at the screen on her laptop in the absence of light.
“You know, some of them have a hearty appetite for young blondes.”
Mallory continued to type. It was apparent she was having some kind of chat. At last she turned off the computer, and approached the distressed girl. The low humming told Mallory that all was still operational.
“You’re getting quite good,” Mallory said, tugging on the cord that tied Samantha’s nipple rings together. She reached down and turned the dial on the vibrator up. “Let’s see if you can last five more minutes on high.”
It was a challenge they both knew would not be met. The command forbidding the girl to cum had been adhered to only because the setting on the vibrator had been mid-range. Even then, Samantha had to focus totally on the tightness of her bondage in order to take her mind off the buzzing deep in her sex. The fact that she had been allowed even close proximity to this measure of pleasure was due to the fact that she had utterly satisfied Mallory earlier in the evening. Mallory stood in front of her captive clad only in her night shirt, which went unbuttoned down the front showing most of her toned, athletic form. Her nipples stiffened at the sight of the helpless, excited young girl before her. There were only the two of them in the room, a small flickering candle casting shadows over the interior of the sparsely furnished interior. The sound of soft rain could be heard through the room. The air was heavy and warm, and a thick film of sweat coated the bound girl. Her whimpering was muffled by the large, thick round dowel crammed between her jaws, and held in place with thin, dark leather cord. The same cord held her naked body in its rigid state. Her arms had been folded up over and behind her head with both the wrists and elbows tightly lashed. Cord went from her wrists around her upper arms to keep them as such. She was tied to a crude, but stout wooden post which rose from the dirt floor at a slight angle. Samantha was tied tightly to the post by leather cords at her belly and above and below her breasts, so that her body was slightly reclined against the post. The elbows and wrists were actually behind this post so that the post was between her arms and head. Her ankles were lashed cruelly to her thighs, with a three foot wooden pole lashed between her knees keeping her legs spread widely apart. This too ran behind the post and was secured to a ring pounded into the dirt floor about a foot behind its base, and it allowed her knees to just barely touch the ground. Mallory had taped the battery-powered vibrator to the end of a wooden stick, then wedged it up hard against Samantha’s spread sex before turning it on with the warning to keep her arousal in check, and then had gone to tend her computer. But with her business now done, she hoped to have some fun at the young girl’s expense.
Mallory ran her hands down the sweat and drool soaked belly of her victim, her fingernails adding further to the torment of the vibrator. Samantha was holding out, but just barely. She continued down to the swollen, puffy vulva, and then squeezed the flesh around so it more thoroughly enveloped the buzzing invader. That proved to be the final straw. Within the confines of her tight bondage, the tiny blonde quivered. She moaned and bit down hard on the dowel between her jaws, then her entire body shook some more. Mallory laughed and tugged on her nipple rings, tied together so wickedly that the nipples nearly kissed. Eventually it was over.
“You poor thing,” Mallory laughed. “You were doing so well too. If it wasn’t bedtime, you of course would be punished. Now you will have something to look forward to tomorrow.”
She walked over to a nearby table, and poured herself a glass of chilled white wine.
“I wonder if big sis realizes how much fun you’re having,” she taunted the girl.
Mallory bent and rubbed her fingers through the blonde girl’s wet sex.
“Maybe we will see just how good Agent Heather Duncan really is.”
This concludes this story. I will hope to begin a sequel sometime soon. At any rate, I hope some of you found this enjoyable.
Ari
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