Chapter 2
She kept at it for the longest time, not removing her tongue until she came, quite deliciously and quite against her will.
Perhaps that was made it so delicious to Bonnie.
There was something about the way she moved when she came.
The bucking that she had done and the straining against her bonds somehow changed, and instead of pulling as if she wanted to be free, she began to stretch her body, like she was enervated and supercharged from the force of her expert ministrations to her asshole.
Certainly, she knew how to turn a girl on with her mouth.
She'd jammed her tongue far up into her most secret of charms, and explored the virgin territory with an aggressiveness that had sent shivers all through Mary.
She couldn't believe that he had her tied to the bed as he did, with her robe lifted over her ass and her mouth on her very sensitive asshole. She had no idea that anyone could find such a spot on her body any way sexual, and she soon discovered how wrong she was about that.
She had to admit, as much as she fought against the feeling, that she loved the way her tongue had worked inside of her, no matter how tightly she tried to keep herself.
A tonguing was a very special art, and once her tongue was inside her ass, it emanated feelings out as if it had electrical currents attached to it, and as she began to move her hips around in an involuntary pattern of response to her, she felt the juice and the heat mingling inside of herself until finally, unbelievably, with her tongue still far up inside of her, she found herself coming, shooting her pussy juice for her explosively, so that now she was lying a cute little pool that was made up of a mixture of her own saliva and her lovely spending.
She slowly took her tongue out of her ass, causing her to shudder once more, silently.
She moved up on her from behind and stroked her hair, turning her head to one side.
She stared at her, through the mask, and she could see that her eyes were watery, not from tears but from the humid gush of sexual desire that she had awakened in her.
They stared at each other for a long time and then, she lowered her mouth to her, to give her the kiss that secret lovers give each other after they've tasted the private parts, pushing her mouth down through the taut gag, so she could feel her hot breath going into her throat.
She couldn't believe what she did next. Rather than spitting in her face, or turning her pouting face away, something she normally would have done almost as a reflexive response, she found her lips willing to meet her, and to return her kiss.
After all, this was the least she could do.
Bonnie was smiling.
She knew that no woman could resist another woman who made her come.
Now, after taking her mouth away from hers, she stood at the side of the bed and began to remove part of her clothes.
Crissy watched, in fascination, as she saw Bonnie disrobing.
She was eighteen years old, but she'd never actually seen another woman naked before. Oh, she'd been in a couple of gym classes, but this was different, to say the least!
But she'd never had the privilege of watching a woman actually disrobe for her. Her pussy was hot and tingling from her recent spending, and now it began to heat up again. She didn't know where they could possibly go from here, but she was willing, she knew, to find out.
She took her pants off and neatly folded them into a corner of the room.
Then, with her pussy facing her, at the head of the bed, she slipped her thumbs under her shorts and removed those also. Now, for the first time, her eyes centered on the her naked bush and pussy.
She couldn't believe it.
It was so hot and wet and thick! She'd never seen anything even remotely like it. Certainly not on the girls in the ladies room at the school.
This girl's clitoris was huge!
For some reason, she wasn't sure why, her mouth started to water. She had this fantasy, lying there all tied up, that she'd love to get it in her mouth.
She was going to get it, but Bonnie had another place in mind first. She got behind her again, on the bed, and started to massage her ass.
Her plan was simple and thorough. She was going to be thoroughly ravished, and tortured, all through the night and beyond. She was going to take her completely, every inch of her, and she was going to begin with the place that would most quickly humble her; her asshole.
Now that she had ate her out to orgasm, she was going to do some hard fucking of it.
She had reached into her bag, on the way back onto the bed, and taken ajar of cold cream out of it.
She slowly opened the jar and put it down next to her. She spread the cheeks of her ass once more and looked at it.
She could see that it was still wet from her eating, and that some of her saliva was still oozing out of it, and dripping down into her pussy. She loved looking at her like this. So helpless, sexy and vulnerable. She told himself that she was so right, that she had the best ass in school. And now she was going to fuck it!
She was steel hard just thinking about it. She felt her moving around, quivering under her fingers as she began to massage the hole itself, putting her fingers on it and pushing up lightly, until it gave, and the tension holding it tight released. It was then a very simple matter to stick a finger up it.
She put one finger far up into her light, hot asshole, and held it there, while she squirmed crazily, and muffled pleas through her taped gag for her to stop.
She leaned over her, her finger still in her, her mouth up against her ear.
"Do you know where my finger is?" she whispered, watching her every facial move.
She shook her head yes.
"It's in your asshole, isn't it?"
She shook it again.
"Do you like it?"
She didn't move.
"I said, do you like it? You better tell me if you know what's good for you."
After a couple of seconds, Bonnie guessed for her to think things over, she began to shake her head slowly, up and down, indicating to her as best she could that yes, she did like it, she liked it quite a lot.
"Good, baby, 'cause you're going to get a lot more than that."
She went back down so that her face was just behind her ass, and began to move her finger around, rubbing and playing with the soft inner walls of her rectum, sending spasms of undeniable pleasure shooting up through her body.
"Mmmmmm ... fffmmmfff...." she moaned, and she could tell that she was getting off on this latest injection of pleasure.
Tears formed in her eyes, and this time she was helpless to resist them as they burst through, coming down in streams over her face.
"Don't cry, baby," she said, as she put two fingers around the asshole to open it further, and with one sure manipulation, was able to stick a second finger up her. " Don't cry now, 'cause there's so much more to come...."
Now she had to fingers up her ass. She gently stroked her cheeks with one hand, while with the other, she continued her actions on her, manipulating and spreading the inserted fingers, to make her asshole open up even further, than moving the in and out slowly, so that she could feel the massaging actions up against her.
She liked to push it in quickly so she could watch her ass as it jiggled.
She was gorgeous, she told himself over and over again, simply gorgeous. She had to keep telling himself not to go too quickly, that she had to keep her up like this for a long time. Too much might not be enough, and not enough might be too much.
So she inserted a third finger into her ass, and now, she could hear, even though she was gagged, the unmistakable screams that were coming from her.
After moving the fingers around for what seemed to her the longest time, she pulled them out and let her rest for a couple of seconds.
The heavings and the tears subsided, as she gently stroked the cheeks of her ass, bringing her down a little form the intolerable high she'd been on.
Now was the time to reach into the bag of tricks for yet another illusion!
The illusion of manhood!
Undeniably the best of both worlds; the manly feel and heft of a real dick, thanks to the luxurious, gigantic dildo she had, as well as the femininity that would drive it.
Crissy watched, spellbound, as Bonnie strapped it on!
Then, reaching for the jar of cold cream, she dipped two fingers into it, and brought a gob up to her ass.
She didn't put it right on the hole, not at first.
She began to rub it in all over.
It was an act unmistakably designed to further humiliate and humble the girl. She began to moan again, and move her bound wrists all about, as she felt the soothing cream work it's way into her skin. It felt so good, and that was part of the humiliation. Any time she had to admit that she was doing some-ting to her she liked, she knew that she was playing into her hands.
She kept this up for a while, and when she was sure she was completely relaxed, she took a fresh handful of the stuff, ran a little bit of it down her crack, and then, in one swift and expert motion, she pushed it up into she hole, coating it with the cold, gooey cream until it was completely covered.
She took the rest that was remaining on her fingers and rubbed it on her rampaging dildo. She knew what she was going to do now, and, getting up on her knees so she'd have the best angle, began to rub the tip of her dildo around on her spot, so that she'd know what was next.
"MMMMFFFF...." The muffled screams grew louder and more intense. Beads of sweat broke out on her face as she realized what she was in store for now. Then, as she leaned forward, the sliding, greasy properties of the cream made it possible for her cock to easily slide up into her asshole, and after four or five inches were in her, she leaned forward, so that she could have the pleasure of watching her face.
She was squinting now, in a combination of pain and pleasure, and the sweat that had started to bead up was now pouring down the sides of her face, the way it normally did when a woman got fucked in the ass.
She was swallowing continuously, as if she couldn't catch her breath, and she was moving her head back and forth from side to side. She was going to come, there was no question about it. The only question was when Bonnie would allow her to have such the much sought-after and needed release.
Not for a while. She slowed her movement, back and forth, each time moving up, burying himself another inch or two into her snatch. After several minutes, she was all the way up inside her ass, a fantastic feeling as she could feel the heat and tightness of her ass on her cock, and her pubic hairs grazing up against the smooth skin of her asscheeks.
Now she began the rhythmic fucking of her. She told himself she'd waited a long time for this and was going to enjoy ever moment.
She tried to squeeze her ass shut, but she was too big and too thick. She worked her like an expert, and when finally, she could resist no longer, she began to move with a greater force, as she stepped up the severity of her fucking. She was crying again, and trying to say something through her gag, but it didn't matter.
She reached around underneath her thighs with one hand, and found her magic button, her clitoris, which was stiff and unwielding. She could tell that she was enjoying this, there was no way she couldn't be now.
A girl's clit is a sure giveaway, no matter how hard she tries to pretend she's not getting off, when a clit is stiff it means only one thing; that a girl is hot, and wants fucking.
She was going to shoot now, also. She could feel that special tightening up of her own clit. Taking her clit in her fingers, and squeezing it hard so that she could not help but feel it, she felt herself shooting.
Finally, Crissy came, over and over again, while on her fingers, she let a discharge of her own pussy juice come forth, so that, magically, she had pulled off the considerable feat of having both of them coming at the same time!
She stayed humped over her for a long time, not wanting to move, enjoying top much the heated body beneath her.
Eventually, though, Crissy began to stir, and moving her head around looked at her with a pleading manner, signaling that she really needed to have her cock out of her ass, now that she'd fucked her and made her come twice.
Slowly, she pulled it out, inch by inch. In spite of the fucking she'd done with it, it was still hard, and she knew there was no way she was going to get stop, not for a long time. She was just beginning!
Bonnie went into the bathroom and brought back a hot, steaming towel, which she'd soaked in the sink for a while, under the running water.
She carefully placed it on her bottom, and let it stay like that, as she listened for what she knew would be the cool sigh of relief from Crissy. There was nothing that felt better, after a severe bout of punishment, that the loving kindness of the one who has inflicted the torture.
She cooed like a baby as she allowed her to care for her in this manner, loving the way she gently daubed at her skin.
Next, she applied some dry baby powder to her bottom. She couldn't believe what she was doing to her. As if she were some sort of baby, the way she was totally in command.
When she was finished, she decided to let her lay there and think about it for awhile.
She was hungry.
She went down to the kitchen and decided to make himself something to eat.
She opened the refrigerator and took out a beer and a salami and some cheese. Throwing some of the food between two slices of bread, she made herself a handsome hero sandwich and brought it back upstairs. A growing woman's got to eat!
She pulled a chair over to the bed, where Crissy was of course still tightly fettered, and, resting one foot on the edge, tilted herself back and merrily began to chomp and sip on her makeshift banquet.
"How about yourself," she said cheerfully. " You hungry?"
She looked at her through her gag. She stared at the food also. She knew how hungry you could get after great sex, and this was certainly great sex. She made her an offer. " If I take off your gag, do you promise not to make any noise?"
She shook her head yes. She still couldn't tell who she was, since she was eating through the mouth opening of her ski mask, but at least she didn't think she was going to hurt her, or do her any irreparable damage. Not if she wanted to feed her.
She put her food down and went around to her other side, to undo the tape and the gag around her mouth.
Carefully, so as not to hurt her, she removed the material and freed her.
"Thank you," Crissy said, in an uncharacteristically, for her, humbleness, which Bonnie appreciated. She smiled back at her and offered to go downstairs and make her something to eat.
"I don't think I'd be able to eat in this position," she said softly.
She was right. She didn't want her choking or anything. That would interfere with her plans. She mulled it over and decided she'd had enough in that position.
She brought over one of the other chairs in the room and after working on her leg bonds, she undid the several knots she'd used and released her legs. She immediately bent them up at her knees, loving the relief she felt at not being so tightly bound anymore.
Then, she helped her to a sitting position, and by swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she let her sit up, and get up.
She stood, letting the circulation return to the lower part of her body. She'd been mercilessly bound in that position for quite a while, and it had played havoc with her skin and joints. Her legs had temporarily fallen asleep, and now they had that prickly feeling of coming slowly back to life.
Bonnie walked her over to the chair and told her to sit down in it. She did, her hand still bound behind her so she couldn't fall back into it.
Sitting this way, Bonnie said she would go downstairs and make her a sandwich, but if she moved any or made any attempt to escape, she would punish her in ways that she didn't even want to dream about in her darkest nightmare.
"Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
"Yes. I'm not stupid enough to want to get myself hurt. I'll sit here. I'm in your command. I know that and I won't try anything. I promise."
"Good," Bonnie said. " I'm glad you're being sensible about this. You have no choice, so you might as well sit back and enjoy it. It's not so bad, is it."
Crissy stared at the floor. " No," she said, meekly, and without much conviction.
Bonnie flew down the stairs, delighted with the way things had gone so far. She threw something's together for Crissy, and a couple of minutes later she was back upstairs, bringing her the food and a bottle of beer.
She realized she wouldn't be able to eat by herself, so she decided she'd feed her. Holding up the food to her mouth, she made her eat it, bite by bite, in between, when she'd swallowed, forcing her to drink some beer to wash things down.
It took quite a while to feed her, and when she was finished, she made her sit there while she polished off the last of her sandwich and beer....
When that was done, she got up, stretched, and came over to her.
Without saying a word, she took on of her legs and brought it around so that it looped over the side of the chair, over the armrest.
"What are you ... what are you doing?" she asked, breathless and frightened.
"I don't want you to say anything," she announced, as she bound her leg firmly this way so that beneath her robe her thigh was well spread and exposed. " Do you understand that? If you don't, you'll have to go back on the gag, and I really don't want to do that to you anymore."
"No, please ... not that...."
"Then you won't ask anymore questions?"
"Oh, God...." she moaned, realizing once again how helpless and vulnerable she was. She was going to keep at it, keep the sexual domination going, and there was nothing she was going to be able to do about it.
"Well? I'm waiting for your answer."
"No...." she said, letting her voice trial off.
"No what?"
She looked at her puzzled, and then it dawned on her what she was expecting her to say. She looked down to the floor, and took a deep breath in. She wanted to fight it, to fight for at least her self respect, but she was intent upon taking that away from her also, and if she wanted to badly enough, she'd be able to. That much was obvious.
"Yes ... mistress," she finally said, furious with herself for submitting so easily.
"That's right. That's how you'll answer to me from now on."
With that, she took her other leg and loped it over the opposite side of the chair, so that now she was sitting with her legs open, and wide, with her thighs spread and bound. She couldn't move an inch, except forward, because of the way her hands were bound, and if she did that the pain would be too much too bear. She was once again a total physical prisoner.
Slowly, she went down on her knees in front of her.
"Let's see what you really look like, pretty baby," she said as she slowly lifted the gown that had fallen in from of her pussy, the only thing protecting her from her curious gaze. She lifted the thing slowly and a towering blush came to her face.
She was exposed, put naked before her, her most private pussy, her most cherished possession; the pussy she'd dreamed of one day giving to the woman she would fall in love with and hope to marry.
"It's beautiful," she said, easily, a new smile on her face. " I'm going to do some beautiful things to it. Don't worry, babe, you're going to come a lot more before I'm through with you."
With that, she stuck her tongue out and wiped her lips with it, in front of her face, so she could see her do it.
She laughed when she shook her head slowly from side to side, as if to plead with her not to continue her actions, even though she knew it was useless to protest, that protesting would only make her want to go further, to humiliate her in every possible way.
She lowered himself once more, and staring between her legs, began to softly plant wet kisses between her thighs, one by one, on either side, working her way up, slowly but surely, until she was able to take deep breaths and inhale her wonderful pussy scent.
She smelled like the deepest musk she could ever imagine.
And her lips were gorgeous, thick and creamy looking, surrounded by the blackest, deepest, thickest bush she had ever seen on a woman. She promised himself that she would have a full course dessert on her, as a perfect topper to a perfect meal.
She looked up once at her, to see if she was watching her face, and of course she was.
"Relax, now, this isn't going to hurt a bit," she said.
She held her breath and tried to move her legs, which she couldn't, and then she felt it.
Once more, her tongue was on the make.
Sticking it out as far as she could, she again used her considerable oral talents, and with the determination of a mad woman, shoved her tongue into her waiting, dripping pussy.