Chapter 8
She had to admit it.
She knew how to pick girls who liked to have fun. Of course, she had no idea that she would turn into the fun before this weekend was over, but her first signs of fear and panic had subsided, and now she was into enjoying her current state of bondage.
She had never been tied up during sex before. She found the experience quite enervating, and in its own peculiar way, quite liberating. Relieved of having to make choices, she could rely, instead, on the focus of the intensity of her feelings.
That was one point.
Another was that the creativity of those who did the tying was always the unknown factor. So far, she had to admit, she'd been lucky. The girls hadn't seemed to be into hurting her, or using the striper on her. That was a good thing for them, because, she knew, no matter how much they made 'it up to her afterwards, she would never forgive them if they brought so much as a single lash down on her, and each of them would live to regret it.
But she was getting ahead of herself. She was wondering where they were, what they were up to. and if she was going to have the pleasure of their pussies again, before it was time for Crissy's parents to come home and she'd have to let the girl loose.
She waited for some sign of what was to come next, with the clock vaguely ticking in the background of her mind.
She didn't have to wait for very long.
Both girls came in at the same time, smiling, each of them taking a different side of the bed.
"How are you, Bonnie," Crissy said, smiling as she sat down. She was wearing a skirt, just like Linda, a short job that came just above her knees, and a red kerchief around her neck. " Are you comfy? Can we get you anything?"
"How about untying me," Bonnie said. "Isn't it getting kind of late."
"Yes it is," Crissy said. " But that's what you taught me to like. Live with a little danger, you said and life is that much more fun. You're not really worried, are you, honey?"
"Yes," Bonnie said.
"Aww, poor baby," Crissy said.
Bonnie looked up and she could see that Linda was smiling too. Both girls' skirts were fetching hiked up on their thighs, with their pussies just inches away from her view. In the position she was in, even though she was bound as tightly as she was, she couldn't help but get a hard-on.
"Oh, look," Linda said. " This is perfect. It'll make our job that much easier."
Their job? Bonnie knew the girls were up to something.
"Now, look, baby, I just want you to relax and let this happen with a minimum of discomfort. 'Cause if you move, you're going to regret it. I wouldn't want to have to cut-it off, you know."
Cut it off? She didn't like the sound of that, she gave the ropes one final pull, but she'd taught the girls too well. She was tied; helpless as a bull being led to the slaughter.
Crissy took out a pair of scissors. This sent a jolt of fear running through Bonnie. Maybe she really was going to cut her nipples off. Or her clit. She was really scared to even think such a thing. Even if survived, and went on living, what good would life he without a clit!
Linda shook her head once, up and down, a sort of signal which meant that whatever they had planned, now was the time to begin.
Linda smiled at Bonnie. reached down while keeping her eyes on her, and took her dildo in her fist, holding it, not too tight, but tight enough to send a jolt of pleasure coarsing through her body.
"Does that feel good, Bonnie baby?" Linda asked, her haughty WASPY arrogance showing now in full flow.
"Yes," she said, throatily, as she heard the snipping sounds of the scissors go flying through the air.
Crissy leaned over, and as Linda moved Bonnie's tits around in her tight grasp, she realized that she was holding on to it to protect her. She was being given a trim!
Crissy concentrated on her snippings, careful not to hurt her or accidentally catch a little of her skin as she pared down her pubic hairs, until there was nothing left but a mere fuzz around her pussy and clit.
She couldn't believe she was doing this. She was honing she would stop once she ran out of hairs to cut, but she was wrong again. She was just beginning.
Now, she reached down to whatever it was that she had brought with her into the room-A can of shaving cream! Smiling at Bonnie, she let a handful of the stuff fill her palm, and with the utmost care and precision, began to coat the remaining fuzz of pubes she had.
She twisted and turned in her ropes. They were going to shave her!
There was nothing she was going to be able to do except submit to this most humiliating of procedures.
Crissy had her lathered up pretty good, making sure that as she did so. the skin immediately around her pussy got their fill of being massaged.
Then, producing a brand-new disposable razor, she first held it up so that she could see what was in store for her.
"Let me warn you," she said, coolly, " If you so .much as make one wrong move, I'll cut every hair off your head, lather your scalp up and shave you bald. Do you understand?"
Bonnie shook her head quickly up and down.
"Is that a yes?" Crissy asked.
Linda laughed. " You pathetic slave," she sighed.
"Yes," Bonnie said.
"Yes what?" Crissy asked, sounding angry that she'd forgotten their titles again.
"Yes, mistress," Bonnie said.
"That's better, you useless piece of shit." Crissy began the shaving. She used long, even strokes, taking her time, and getting every last shaft of hair off her body. She would stroke a line, then dip the razor into a basin of hot water, shake it semi-dry, then repeat the action, until she was shorn of all her pubic hairs.
It took almost a half hour for her to complete the job, and when it was over, she produced a jar of baby oil and shook it all over her genital area, careful not to get any on her raging hard-on that was still in Linda' firm grip.
"There," Crissy said. " That ought to do it there. No it's time for the arms." Bonnie wasn't sure what she meant by that but she soon found out. She lathered her up under her arms, and when she was satisfied that she was completely creamed, she began the most uncomfortable action of shaving the hairs from her pits.
She hated the feeling of being shorn by these two women, who were obviously having the time of their lives with her.
She was fucked, in more ways than one.
And still, the women weren't through with her.
"I want to do some shaving too," Linda squealed, as she continued to hold her dildo prisoner in her grip.
"An excellent idea," Crissy said, brightly. " Let me have her dildo and I'll let you have the razor."
Crazily, they traded their holdings. Now, Linda, after studying her body for a couple of seconds, grabbed the shaving cream and started to fill her legs with it.
"God, what are you going to do," she said, as she felt her legs being completely covered by the stuff.
They were going to shave her legs! She tried to squirm, but Crissy, who continued to hold on to her dildo with one hand, lightly stroked her face with the other, until she began to feel the scraping of the razor on her left leg.
Linda was less careful than Crissy, as she scraped down, against the grain. She could feel the painful scratch of her razor, but she was powerless to anything to stop these girls. They were doing a number of her and she was their prisoner.
It seemed like forever when they were finally finished with her. They talked aloud about shaving the rest of her; including her chest, her asshole and finally her head and eyebrows, but that was just talk, designed to scare her, and she was quite relieved when she realized they were going to actually do anything as awful as that to her. Crissy took the shaving razor away from Linda, who gave it up reluctantly, but she soon found something else to occupy her time.
She leaned over and began giving her some head, using her hot mouth above Crissy's tight wrist hold.
"Does that feel good, baby," Crissy asked her, leaning over to brush the hair out of her face as Linda sucked on her dildo.
"Shit ... yeah," Bonnie said, moving her hips around as she felt Linda's warm mouth making a meal out of her.
"You know what we're going to do to you now, don't you, baby," Crissy said, the soothing tone of her voice mocking her as she lay straining against her bonds. She was afraid to ask.
"We're going to fuck the shit out of you, baby," she said. With that, she came up on her, letting her out of her hand.
But for special treatment.
It was time for the sublime torture to begin.
Even though this was Bonnie's place, the other women had become familiar enough with the equipment there, so that they knew exactly what they had to do.
They were going to tie her with chains over the "pit." This was a place in the special room where a woman could be suspended.
And below, just below where a spread open pussy would hover, was the largest dildo imaginable.
Bonnie was filled with more than a little fear as she felt herself being secured.
These women weren't kidding around!
How many times, she wondered, had she made another woman submit to this awful torture, never giving so much as a thought as to how it might feel.
Now, though, she was about to find out.
She was going to get it....
Herself.
Slowly, they lowered it....
So slowly....
While Bonnie held her mouth firm, biting her lips....
It was going to happen to her....
It was going to happen so good....
And then, she could feel it splitting her open.
Bigger than any dildo had ever been.
Bigger than anything!
"OHHHHHH...."
She was sighing out of control now.
She was beginning to sway as the tight bonds held her spread open and vulnerable.
"Keep fucking," she heard one of the other women say, but she couldn't tell who it was.
She couldn't tell anything, as they continued to do her.
And then, finally, Bonnie came with a force and intensity that wasn't possible to believe ... until now she began to calm down, only her choked sobs filling the otherwise silent room.
And soon after that, she was beginning to feel them free her, lowering her onto the matted floor where they knew she'd be free for what was to come....
For now, Linda had grabbed her and began suck on her naked tits, until both girls could hear her regular breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps. Linda then took one final look at her, and straddled her, so that her ass was toward her face, and guided her dildo into her pussy, where she meant to keep it.
Then she bean to steady-fuck her, in and out, looking down at her captive dildo as she forced it into her pussy.
Bonnie couldn't believe how great this felt, in spite of everything She wondered now why she'd never thought of shaving her own pubic hair, and promised herself that the first chance she got, she'd be taking every last strand off of Crissy's and Linda' pussy. That was something you could bet the mortgage on.
Crissy was not about to let her off with a simple fuck.
She climbed on top of her and shoved her pussy back into her mouth.
"Suck on it honey ... chew on my delicious pussy," she sighed, and she went for it like a hungry mutt at mealtime.
She was sucking Crissy's pussy and having her pussy sucked at the same time by the two best looking girls in the school. There was nothing better than this, she told herself, and closing her eyes, she was able to come all over Linda's pussy, far up into her inner womb, just as Crissy rewarded her with a sweet spending of her delicious pussy.
Both girls were exhausted when they climbed off her.
Finally, it was time for her to be untied.
First, though, she had to promise the girls that she wasn't going to do anything stupid. If she assured them she was going to be a good boy, they'd set her free.
She promised. Even if she did have something in mind, now was not the time to put it into operation.
She knew that. Anyway, Crissy's parents were going to be home at any second, and she had to get her the hell out of there.
Once untied, she spent a little time rubbing her extremities, her wrist and her legs, to get the circulation back. When she put her clothes on, she recognized at once how funny it felt not to have any hair. The skin that had always been protected was no exposed, and wasn't at all comfortable.
She was about to mention this to the other girls when Crissy reminded her that it was getting late and she had better hurry.
She got her stuff together and was starting down the stairs when she heard the keys in the front door.
Holy shit, she said to herself and flew back into Crissy's room, where she came upon the two girls in a tight embrace, of which she would have preferred studying at length, at another time. At any other time.
"That's terrific for you girls, but what about me?"
Crissy shrugged her shoulders.
She wanted to offer some solutions, but couldn't.
She had to get back ... to her own home.
When she did, she saw the car parked in the driveway and knew that there was some kind of trouble going to happening there unless she somehow got back in.
She opened the window to her bedroom and got back inside on the ledge, just as she heard the knocking on the door to her room. She clung to the side of the house, afraid to make a move, and Crissy let her parents into her room.
"Mom ... dad ... so good to see you...."
"You too," Crissy's mother said, obviously, from the sounds, hugging and kissing her daughter.
What a jerk, Bonnie told herself.
Finally, her mother was gone.
Crissy ran to the phone and called Bonnie.
"We'll have to get together again. Real soon," Crissy said. " I want to see you again. All of you."
She emphasized her words so her meaning was crystal clear.
Her good humor was short lived, however, when she went back downstairs and her father was waiting, and she wasn't in any kind of a good mood.
Her parents were solid upper class citizens, even if Crissy considered them first-class jerks. Her old man had the mind and the belly of a real asshole, and her greatest object of hatred.
Which was too bad. In addition to everything else, it created a mood in the house that was anything but loving.
Which was one of the reasons she was thinking about splitting the city, and getting her shit together. She couldn't blame her mother for leaving the bastard when she had the opportunity. She could just never figure out why she'd leave her only son in the bargain.
Ah, she figured, all parents were fucked. All parents that she knew, anyway. And she wasn't into any of that psychological bullshit either.
"Where the fuck you been," her father asked her.
"None of your fucking business," Crissy said, heading for her bedroom.
"I'll show you whose business it is," the old man said, making a move on Crissy.
"Go ahead. Try it. Make my fucking day, you drunken son of a bitch."
The old man looked at her for a long time. " I ought to...."
"Yeah, you and what fuckin' trainload of wrestlers. Go have a drink and get the fuck outta here...."
"What about you? Ain't you supposed to be in school or somethin? This is Monday, ain't it?"
"How the fuck do I know? What am I, a calendar or somethin'? I'm tired. I'm going to hit the sack."
"Yeah...." her old man growled, then stomped out of the room, smart enough to know that if he threw the first punch, she'd be feeling the last one.
Crissy stripped off her clothes and crawled into her bed.
She was dead tired. She'd had the best weekend of her life, and now, more than ever, she knew that she had to get the fuck out of the city, out of this dead-end nowhere life of her.
And she had to take Crissy with her.
Crissy was the girl she knew would be able to handle her, able to tame her, able to make a real man out of her.
And if she had kids with her, she'd show her that she knew how to handle those kids. She wasn't going to be a motherfucker like her old man, and drive Crissy away from her only children.
She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, in school that day, Crissy and Linda, who had become extremely close friends over the past weekend, were both anxious to see Bonnie, and to continue their little get-together after school.
So they were both very disappointed when they realized she hadn't made it to classes.
Crissy missed her, she had to admit that. She was fun to have around, and she really wanted to get fucked.
Linda, on the other hand, felt something much deeper than that. For Linda, like Crissy, felt the pangs of love tugging at her insides. But unlike Crissy they weren't the tainted tugs of sexual love, with nothing else attached.
They were the genuine feelings of a girl falling in love.
Could it be, she asked herself? Could it possibly be?.
Could I have been shaving the boy I love?
Why did life always have to be so complicated, she wondered.
Why couldn't things be like they were on television?
Even Dynasty wasn't this complicated. Close, but not like this.
Where was Bonnie, anyway?