Chapter 3
She loved the taste of pussy. Crissy's pussy in particular.
She was sure the faint fruity taste came from some douching process that the girl had used not four or five hours before she became her sexual captive.
She wasn't sure why she was into that, if she was a virgin. At least that was the word around the school, that she was a virgin.
If someone asked her, or more specifically, her tongue, she's have to say no, that she'd fucked around in the past, which was why maybe she was into sophisticated things like flavored douching.
Which set her mind to thinking. She would be doing something like that for a reason. What if she had a boyfriend, and what if that boy were on her way over tonight.
After all, with her parents away for the weekend, wasn't it the perfect time to get into her quim and stuff it mightily for a time with dildo? She let these thoughts enter her mind, but they didn't stay very long. She had other things to consider. Like, if she could get her tongue any deeper into her.
Not only that, but she was afraid she was going to rip it out of her head, the way she twisted in the chair.
She looked up, her tongue still buried in her, and she could see her head flying from side to side. With her legs tied over the sides of the chair, she was as well spread as the highest price hooker you could imagine, and she was obviously torn between the sexual humiliation of being taken by Bonnie, disguised now as some hooded sexual maniac, and the sheer joy of being eaten out.
She knew that one of the greatest thrills any woman could have, and one of the finest privileges for any man, was to have a tongue buried in that sweetest of honey pots, a woman's tight, lightly scented, delicious warm pussy.
And she was an expert. Her head moved around so that she could get the best angles. Her fingers lightly pressed into the warm flesh of her naked and spread very white thighs, and as she kept up the action, she began to move, from the small of her stomach, undulating in that unmistakable pre-come rhythm that only the finest of women know how to coordinate.
Now, the soft, whispery sounds began to emit from her mouth.
"Oooohhh ... that's so ... that's ... Oh, God, don't ... yes ... it's so ... OOOOHHHHH...." She couldn't believe it. Whatever hold the hooded stranger had on her had just escalated, and she was now, if she could possibly believe this, trying to push her hips out even farther than they already were, as her mouth stepped up it's action on her cunt.
"I'm going to ... oh. no ... don't ... I'm going to ... Jesus ... I'm ... COMING...."
With that pronouncement, Bonnie took her mouth just an inch or so away from her warm wet pussy, where she'd been feeding like a bull at the trough, and watched her, as her face twisted in the delicious contortions of agony.
"Jesus ... Oh, Jesus...." Crissy kept on saying, over and over again as her hips went into a high speed twitching, and she came in a prolonged spending of the highest quality.
When she finally stopped, she opened her eyes and looked at Bonnie with the kind of look that meant only one thing.
Bonnie stood and put her arms around her captive.
"You're so beautiful," she said and kissed her warmly, on her mouth, letting her tongue come through the open slit for her mouth that was on the mask.
When she broke, she leaned back.
"I ... I want to see your face," she said, her own tongue coming out and licking at her lips.
"No."
"
I want to ... After all, you've stripped me, it's only fair that I get to see you ... naked."
Bonnie couldn't believe it. There was almost a smile on her face, a wicked, leering smile.
She always knew what to do with a pretty face. Like now.
So she wanted her to know that she was enjoying things. Well, she thought to himself, let's see how she feels about this. Let's see how much she enjoys this.
She slowly put her hands back down to her rock hard dildo, standing as stiff as military attention.
Her eyes dropped, involuntarily, and she licked her lips and sucked on the bottom one, her eyes widening in naked delight as she studied the huge member that had only a short time ago taken the cherry from out of her asshole.
"You like my thick dildo, don't you?" Bonnie asked her, her voice warmer now that it had been yet.
"Yes," she said, without hesitation.
"You love it."
"Yes."
"Say it."
She shifted her eyes so they were looking directly at her. " I love your dildo," she said, smiling, as she tilted her head to one side, almost as she were challenging to take this game even farther than she already had.
She moved quickly, without saying a word, her stiff hard-on shaking freely as she did. Her hands were nearly trembling as she opened her gown. She let her tits free for the first time, and she quickly looked down at herself. She was no fool. She knew that she had sexed her enough at this point that she was too hot to be shy, or mournful. That would come, if ever, much later. Right now she was a lady filled with lust, and when lust is the active ingredient, dildo is the only satisfier.
Which is why she moaned with delight as she began to fondle her breasts.
"Yes ... God, yes, that feels so ... good," she said softly, as her two large hands continued to caress and mold her, making her nipples stand up in rapt attention, overly sensitive to her every manipulation. " Jesus, what are you ... oh, shit, that's right ... that's so right...."
She was getting hotter and wilder as she kept up her relentless fondling of her tits.
Soon, her dildo found its way between her tits, and when she looked down, she had the best seat in the house to watch the tit-fucking she was about to get.
It made her face go even redder than it had before, as her gigantic dildo worked like a piston, moving up and down between the luscious twin mounds of her beautiful, baby fat and well standing bubbies.
"Harder," she said softly, as she watched her work on her. then, she suddenly turned her face up and looked at her with come hither written all over her face. " Come on, boy ... I want you to come on them ... come on, baby, I know you can...."
It was all the encouragement she needed. She began pumping her hips faster and faster, the friction causing her tits to begin to swell ever so slightly, a condition that only added to the pressure on her dildo. With a final lunge, that brought her dildo jabbing up to the bottom of her chin, she began to come, from inside her hot pussy just behind the ting, over and over and over, shooting her white steaming jism over Crissy's chin and her tits.
"Aaaahhh," Crissy sighed, as she felt the hot, thick syrupy goo shoot on her naked skin. She had to admit it was one of the greatest feelings she ever had.
Even when she finished and she pulled her dildo away from her tits, she was still in the semi-swoon it had produced in her. She smiled lightly and watched her as she went down on her tits again, this time licking off her own come.
She had to giggle out loud. " You're a nut case," she said, happily, as she was treated to this most special of washings.
But she wasn't quite through with her. She gathered up all that had come on her chin, in her fist, and she forced her to open her mouth and swallow it.
Even this didn't throw her. She wanted to show her how much she had wanted her to do this, how she had been actually jealous when she had to watch her lick it off her chest. She exaggerated her lip actions and made smacking noises as she continued to suck up every last drop.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, when she was finally through.
"Now," she said, her face newly enervated by the sexual raping she. was experiencing. " Can I see your face? Can I please see the face of the man whose fucking me over?"
"Not yet," Bonnie said. " Not quite yet. And you have to be punished for asking."
It was the first time the smile was off her face in quite a while.
"Punished? What do you mean?"
"Just what I said. I don't like you asking me to take my mask off so many times."
She swallowed. " What are you going to do?"
"Give you a spanking."
"NO!" she screamed. " NOT THAT!"
She enjoyed the depth of her reaction, knowing she'd hit a nerve. So she didn't want a spanking. Well, that meant that was just what she was going to get.
She undid her feet, ready for the struggling that was surely to come. It was a good thing, she told himself now, that she had kept her arms tied behind her back.
It didn't take more than a minute before their positions were reversed, and she was in front of her, while she sat on the chair. By sticking her legs out she was able to bring her over her, her naked bottom smack on her hard-on, so she could feel it pressing between her lovely thighs, where she meant to keep it all the while.
Her hands were still bound by the tape behind her, but she decided she was going to increase the pressure on her, and render her even more helpless than she already was. She did this by taking some fresh tape and wrapping it around her forearms, making her press them closer together, and another strip of it around her biceps, so that her back was pinched by the restrictions.
"Oh, what are you doing...." she cried out, now, completely restricted, her tits thrust out even farther than they had been before.
She shivered when she felt her hand come down and rest on her juicy bottom.
"Now," she said, in a firm, if quiet voice, " I'm going to spank you. You are to count off each time my hand comes down. And you better count loudly and clearly, because if you don't, I'll double the number you're to receive. Do you understand?"
"Yes...."
"Yes, what."
"Oh, God ... yes ... mistress....
She let her head go limp, and it fell, dangling, between her shoulders, over her legs, near to the floor. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tightly, waiting anxiously for the first blow.
Bonnie purposely kept her waiting. Then, when it was almost too much to bear, she let loose with a blow that came flying down from over the top of her head.
She knew it was going to hurt, but she had no idea it was going to be as severe as it was. Her poor ass shook like a bowl of jello, and when she removed her palm, there was a distinctive red mark, outline the five fingers and the palm print itself.
"OOHH...." she screamed, adding quickly, so as not to suffer the penalty, " One...."
She waited a long time for the second blow, letting her think a long time before she let her have the second blow, causing a loud smacking noise to fill the room.
"JESUS ... TWO" she screamed, once again being forced to submit to this most brutal of humiliations.
She kept at it for ten swift and excruciating blows, until finally, her own hand started to hurt, and her bottom was completely covered in red.
"Oh, God...." she cried, as she wept, tears rolling down the side of her face, her hair covered in facial sweat as it continued to smack against her cheeks.
"That's enough, for now, I think. Are you sorry now that you got me so angry?"
"Yes, oh yes, mistress," she said, as she helped her to her feet.
"Did you deserve that?"
"Yes, mistress. Thank you for spanking me. It was the best spanking I've ever received. Thank you so much."
She kissed her on the lips. She was turning into quite a victim.
She was about to move into the next phase of her punishment, when the phone rang in the next room.
"What's that?"
"Sounds like the telephone, mistress," she said, just the slightest trace of haughtiness in her voice.
"I know that. Don't wise off, or I promise you when I get finished...."
The phone rang again.
"Who is that?"
"I don't know, mistress."
"All right. You're going to answer it. But I'm telling you, if you slip up. I'll have plenty of time to get away, and before I do, I'll make sure you regret what you do."
"I wouldn't do anything to ... any thing, mistress." Her eyes flashed at her with that crazy kind of look that told her she wasn't kidding. She knew that her ass had to be burning heavily now, and that when a woman's bottom is blistered by a professional spanker, as she liked to think she had the potential to become, there was only one result, the desire to be fucked like crazy.
It usually took a couple of minutes, but the way things were going here, it looked as if Crissy were almost there already.
She helped her into the next room, picked up the phone and held it to her ear.
"H ... hello," she stammered into the receiver.
"Is that you, Crissy?"
It was her mother.
"Yes, mother."
She looked at Bonnie, to make sure she heard who it was. She shook her head yes.
"Is everything all right, darling?"
"Of course, mother." Crissy tried to keep her voice calm as she spoke. For a second, she flashed on maybe screaming into the phone for help, that she was being held by a crazy maniac who was working her over sexually from head to foot, but she was no fool, and heeded the very proper warning she'd been given.
"Well, your father and I were just sitting around thinking that while it was wonderful that we were able to get away, we thought maybe you were bored back there, and wondering if maybe we should have brought you along."
"That's nice, mother." Nice, but way too late, she thought to herself, if they only knew...."
"Well, we'll be back Monday morning, in time to get ready for work."
Crissy looked at Bonnie. She smiled. She heard that and knew then that they were going to be away the whole weekend. Crissy frowned. It meant she was going to be put into much more torture than she could have planned before, when she didn't know exactly what was happening.
"That's nice, mother."
"Well, you take care of yourself, you hear, Crissy?"
"I'll do that, mama. And you have a good time. And say hello to father for me."
"All right. Now take care."
"You said that, mama."
"Why, so I did."
The phone went dead.
Crissy looked at Bonnie for approval.
"You did well," she said, smiling as she hung the receiver back on the hook.
"Thank you, mistress."
"Of course, that means that I can do whatever I wish with you for all that amount of time."
"Yes, mistress. Please, sir, won't you...."
"What, Crissy?"
"Won't you ... take off your mask and let me see what you look like?"
She backed away and looked at her, standing there in only her sheer nightie, otherwise naked with her hands hopelessly bound behind her and her tits made to stand rigidly at attention.
"Not yet. Maybe, if you behave yourself, I'll reward you with that later. Maybe."
"I do hope so," she said softly.
"Now, let's go back inside, Crissy."
She wondered if she knew her name before the phone call.
They went back inside, and she was told to sit on the edge of the bed.
She sat down, and the heat from her bottom made it stink on the cool sheets. " Ouch," she said softly, letting her know that she really hurt.
"Don't worry. You'll soon forget all about that pain," she said. The sneer with which her voice held that thought put another shiver down her spine.
She pushed her back down on the bed, so that she was on her back, and she took a pillow and slid it under her bottom.
"Here, maybe that'll make you a little more comfortable."
"Yes, mistress," she said.
She then put her hands between her thighs, and gently spread them. She understood what she was supposed to do, and without any further encouragement, allowed her legs to go as wide as they could. She enjoyed doing this, knowing that she would really get off on the beauty of her inner thighs, and the soft plush lips of her pussy. She'd studied her own pussy in the mirror many times, and knew how much of a beauty it was.
But there was something Ronnie had to do.
It began with the special bag of tricks she had. Reaching in, she took out the wonderful, spiky leather goods, that in a flash, secured the girl in just the right way.
For example, there were huge, sharp hooks pointing inward from her thighs ... the slightest movement to close them would mean her pussy getting roughed up ... some thing Crissy certainly didn't want!
And then, the girl watched as the figure in the mask took a candle and lit it.
She didn't quite understand that. After all, there were lights all over the....
God!
No!
Not that!
The masked one was taking the candle and holding it over her nipple ... and tilting it!
That meant she was going to drip wax on her nipple.
As restrained as she was, she couldn't help twisting and turning from it....
"Ohhh...."
That made Bonnie smile.
She knew there was no way out. And as drop after drop of the stuff came down, her eyes widened as she watched it do it's magic stuff!
Until she knew that the girl was ready!
She was between her in a flash, and she knew that all the preliminaries were now over. She was going to be fucked.
And not a moment too soon, the heat from the spanking and the burning wax had set a fire inside of her, and she was burning up for it now, needing it, wanting desperately to be fucked. Her pussy was fairly dripping with her own juice, and there was no way of hiding it.
Bonnie came over her, and inched the tip of her dildo just to the edge of her lips, moving it up and down her peach slit, almost, but not quite inside of it.
"How does that feel, baby," she said.
"Ooh ... that feels, really ... great ... you big prick...." she said, smiling, in spite of it all, as she began to move it in a little further, inching it up her pussy, feeling for the first time the tightness of her adorable pussy on her dildo.
"Oh, yes...." she said as she began thrusting her hips almost immediately, taking again and again the full force of her big dildo as it worked on her, moving in and out, up and down, doing slow circle movements, giving her a thorough, deep fucking.
"Christ ... that's SO ... SOOOQO...." She was swooning from it now, pulling her legs back as far as she could get them, taking her dildo in her over and over again, until she thought she was going to go crazy!
Her mouth was open, but there were no more words coming out of it. Her head went from side to side, and her eyes shut tightly, as she began to come yet again, one more time. Over and over she pumped her hips, working on her dildo, giving her the fullest pleasure she knew how.
She suddenly went rigid, and she knew what that meant.
"Oh, yes ... come on ... yes ... that's right ... that's it...." she moaned as she could feel her jet streamer opening up once more, and her cum shooting deep into her waiting, seething womb.
She stayed like that for several minutes, until finally she pulled her dildo slowly out of her.
"That was glorious ... thank you so much, mistress," she said softly, as she relaxed her body and moved on to one side, to take the pressure off of the hands that were so tightly bound behind her.
"Yeah, that was great," she said, huskily, as she fell off next to her, landing on her back, putting one hand on her head and staring at the ceiling.
"Would it be all right with the mistress if I rested for a while?" Crissy asked, her body feeling the pain as well as the pleasure.
"Huh? Yeah, all right. I'll let you get a little rest. But you better be ready when I am for some more, or else...."
"I know mistress. Have no fear. I think...." she blushed and bit her lip. " I think I want it as much as you do."
With that, she leaned over and kissed her, hard, on the mouth.
"Thank you," she whispered, as she leaned back and easily fell into a most rewarding sleep.
She was dog tired also, afraid to admit it before now. She let himself rest next to her, actually able to feel the heat coming off her body.
She thought about a lot of things, about all the times at school she'd ignored her, preferring to go with the older guys, or just generally playing the role of cockteaser. She wondered if she had any idea, yet, who her captor was.
She looked over at her. Her hair was so pretty, as she laid there, sleeping, so dark and thick and straight.
She knew that this was a dangerous thing she was doing.
Dangerous for a lot of reasons. Dangerous because she could get caught. Dangerous because she could go to jail. Dangerous because her whole life could be mined by the authorities.
But dangerous most of all, for the one thing that no one would be able to prevent, if she wasn't careful.
She was hesitant to admit it, but she was becoming very fond of Crissy, now that she had explored all her privates, and turned her into a most willing slave nymphet.
She was afraid there was the slightest chance that she just might be falling in love with her.
Shit.
There was always something to come along and spoil a good thing.