By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Part 34 - A Tantalizing Torture

When Mr. West finally left me alone with the Belinda and Tracey, I quickly had to think what needed to be done and even more importantly, how I was going to explain it to the two girls. The sight of his discarded clothes near the wicker laundry hamper in the corner of the room seemed like a good place to start. I made a couple of high-pitched, whiney sounds, nodded my head in the direction of the basket and took a cautious step in its direction. Belinda appeared to get the hint, but Tracey was much slower to catch on.

"The clothes!" Belinda said. She rolled her eyes a little.

I nodded enthusiastically and Tracey's eyes lit up.

"The clothes!" she echoed as she stepped off in their direction, clearly forgetting her collar was attached to the chain hooked to one of my nipple clamps.

I bit down hard on the ball gag and screamed loudly through it. My nipple felt the full force of the chain pulling and I jumped to follow Tracey. Belinda called for Tracey to stop, but she didn't move herself and for one brief and horribly painful moment, my nipples were stretched taut in opposite directions. Both girls hopped back to be close to me. My heart beat so furiously I feared it might burst right out of my chest.

Eventually, the two girls managed to work in concert with each other; each watched the other and the two of them checked for me. We made our way to the corner of the room, daisy-chained together like three Chinese lanterns; the two girls collected up Mr. West's clothes and put them in the hamper. They then shared the carrying of it and walked in front of me as we all made out way to the laundry. A couple of times they got ahead of me and my nipples suffered more agonizing jerks of the clamps until one or the other girl realized they were walking too fast. My nipples throbbed and I burned with hot flushes all over.

"What now?" Belinda said, after she closed the lid of the washing machine and set its cycle to 'wash'.

"Now, we have to have a lesbian orgy," Tracey said. She said it with the wide-eyed innocence of a child and not like she was simply repeating the perverse joke Mr. West made earlier in his bedroom.

"No we don't" Belinda laughed, but she clearly warmed to the idea when she noticed me shake my head from side to side.

"We don't?" Tracey asked. She sounded disappointed.

"Oh wait!" Belinda corrected herself. "So we do!"

And with that, the two girls started walking off back in the direction of their dorm room with me stumbling along behind. Belinda occasionally gave me a sly look over her shoulder; I gave her a pleading look in return. Once we got to the dorm, I was terrified about having to cross the electric threshold again but, as if by some small miracle, it had been deactivated and I was able to pass through without any more suffering, other than the crushing pressure on my tortured nipples.

Belinda led me over to the bed I'd seen her asleep in earlier and together with Tracey helping, had me lie on my back on it. I struggled to get into a comfortable position where my hands weren't pinned uncomfortably behind my back. But the two girls had by now already climbed onto the bed either side of me and I was trapped between them with my hips thrust provocatively up in the air above the mattress. I stared up at the camera I knew to be hidden behind the dark Perspex dome on the ceiling; my eyes wide with what I imagined would be a look of dread. They then rolled onto their sides and faced each other; half lying across my clamped nipples as their lips locked into a passionate kiss.

As their tongues explored each others' mouths, I felt their hands lightly caressing my stomach. The touch was not altogether unpleasant, but it was hugely embarrassing and I clamped my thighs together when I felt fingers wandering in search of my pussy.

Belinda broke free from her kissing of Tracey and she looked down into my eyes.

"Come on, Ingrid. Spread your legs for us!" she laughed.

I shook my head defiantly and crossed one knee over the other as an extra defense. Belinda took hold of one of the nipple clamp chains and she encouraged Tracey to take hold of the other.

"Open up!" Belinda said. They both started lightly jerking the chains.

I resisted the light pull of the chain on my nipples for as long as I could, but as they got more rough and demanding, I gradually separated my legs until they were widely spread on the bed.

The two girls then resumed kissing each other while their hands roamed between my thighs; their fingers taking turns to search out and stimulate my clitoris. It was impossible not to respond to the sensuous touch, and as sharp twinges of pleasure shot through me, my feet kicked out and my toes wriggled.

I watched helplessly as the two girls continued to kiss each other; Belinda glancing my way every now and then while her fingers and Tracey's rubbed my swollen clit. They used my own pussy juices for lubricant and rubbed with unrelenting strokes. It was plain from the look in her eye she was secretly delighted with my pleasured suffering and then, in an act I sensed she knew would humiliate me completely, she told Tracey to tongue-fuck my pussy..

Tracey's tongue felt sure and secure in its assault on my clit. The chain that connected one of my nipples to her collar was just long enough for her to get her face right up close to my pussy. The position thrust her ass right up in front of me, and Belinda took the opportunity to lick the young girls exposed and manifestly aroused pussy.

I groaned and struggled when Belinda decided to move herself into a position where she could more easily get her tongue into Tracey's pussy. My body became trapped between Tracey's spread legs and after Belinda had finished crawling on her knees to trap my head, she slowly lowered her moist pussy until it pressed down on my gagged mouth.

The pungent aroma of Belinda's ass so close to my nose repulsed me, but my head remained immobilized and forced to act as a seat for her ass. She squirmed on my face and used my chin to stimulate herself.

Tracey's long, soft hair felt wonderful and soothing between my thighs, and her tongue expertly brought me to the brink of a climax in less than a few minutes. But Belinda's ass in my face and her pussy smearing its juices all over my nose and gagged mouth, detracted a little from the experience.

"Use this and make her cum!"

I heard Belinda say something as she leaned back to retrieve something from under her pillow. A moment later I could feel Tracey's hands between my thighs and a cock-shaped object being pushed into my slick pussy. It started buzzing inside me as she drove it deep and when she had it nearly fully embedded, I felt the instant, heady rush of pleasure as something cold and wriggling pressed against my warm, aroused clit.

The shaft of the vibrator flexed and twisted vigorously in my pussy while the tickler sent me into an orbit of spectacular delight. Wave after tumbling wave of orgasmic pleasure slammed down on my senses; my legs kicked out in fitful responses until at last, I was gasping and almost screaming for mercy. It was too much! It was like a thousand orgasms at once. My clit felt electrified; the same kind of electrified feeling I'd felt when zapped by the invisible fence to the dorm, but magnified and concentrated down into one tiny spot between my legs. I imagined being buried in sand, such was the smothering feeling of the pleasure, with only my clit exposed to a sun with rays of orgasmic euphoria that shone down concentrated and intensified through a magnifying glass.

I bucked up under Tracey's weight; thrusting my hips up to have my clit stabbed by the sharp rays stimulation. It was bliss beyond words.