JUNGLE GYM

BY SADISTIC WRITER

[ part 2 ]

Amanda and Brianna were stuck, open mouth pressed to open mouth. The desperate eyes of one went to the desperate eyes of her opponent. With cooperation they may have had a chance to recover, to close their mouths, but there was no trust between them.

There was opportunity, though. I don’t know who started it. I couldn’t see inside their mouths and they needed to keep them pressed together to help maintain balance in their bound position. I heard a whimpered gasp from one of them. I moved closer. I could see their jaws moving.

A renewed effort was brought up in each girl as she sought to get the upper hand in this struggle. Not against the painful position, but against her rival, determined to make the other give up the struggle. They were wrestling, tongue against tongue.

Though I couldn’t see the tongues as they waged a wet, miniature wrestling match for dominance but I could see the expressions of the two girls as they drew upon their last resources to try and force the other girl to quit. Amanda whimpered next, eyes watering. I supposed Brianna’s tongue was trying to go deep. She had to match her rival and I heard Brianna snort. Her own throat was no better protected than Amanda’s.

I knelt by the jungle gym’s lower bar. From here I could inspect the real war, the battle waged between the irresistible force of gravity and the irresistible flesh between each girl’s thighs. I was anything but an immovable object as I observed them.

I’d had something of a view before the contest began. Neither girl had even a strand of peach fuzz to mar the smooth mound and lips of her cleft. The little peach of Amanda had been more plump while Brianna’s had shed a hint of her inner lips. Now I could see a different side of both girls.

Because I’d had them lift their legs from the ground the outer lips of both girls had parted as they sat. I didn’t have the best view because they were made to lean forward, but there was more than a hint of the tiny arroyo showing. The pale, silky-smooth flesh of Amanda’s plump little cunt had split to reveal the warmer pink of her inner folds. I could just make out the lump of her clit hood as she struggled above, tongue-to tongue with Brianna. Brianna’s skinnier pussy lips had split more and her inner lips were very evident now. I noticed her thighs trembling as she fought to tongue Amanda into submission. The inner pink was lighter in color than Amanda’s, from what I could see.

I rose up again, seeing both girls twisting their heads a bit. They were using attempting to use the angle of their heads to give assistance to their tongues. If I didn’t know these girls were the bitterest of rivals I would have surmised they were the most intimate of lovers.

Brianna’s feet came down first. They shot down to the ground, lifting her little cunt from the unforgiving, cold metal bar that had been grinding into her girl cleft. I clicked off my stopwatch inside my pocket (97 seconds, I found out later).

Tears poured down her face as she dragged in deep, heaving breaths. “She BIDTH my THONGUE!” Brianna stuck out the wet little target of Amanda’s teeth to show her injury. Sure enough I could see tooth imprints.

Amanda rose up, her face sweat and tear-streaked, legs shaky as she got her own cunt free of the crushing force. “So what? I won!”

Both would have started swinging if they weren’t both still bound with their arms wrapped around upright bars on either side.

“You admit to using your teeth, Amanda?” I asked. She switched from glaring and struggling to tear into her opponent to looking up at me, suddenly sheepish. “Yes.”

“Well, girls, I didn’t rule out the use of teeth, however it was supposed to be a contest of who was toughest.”

“I won! I should get to have her as my slave!”

“Nuh-uh! You’re a cheather!” Brianna said, still nursing her bitten tongue.

“GIRLS! SILENCE!” I said. “I’m the judge of this event and I rule that there was a partial victory. Amanda lasted the longest, so Brianna will be her slave, however I’m going to severely limit the term of this service. At the end Brianna will get a chance to challenge Amanda to a contest I devise, and this time I will formulate rules that exclude cheating!”

“Ith’s noth fair!” Brianna said, beginning to sob.

“You’ll get your chance to show you are toughest again, if you want to challenge Amanda at the end of being her slave. If you dare disobey her in any way during that time, though, you lose the right to challenge her. I won’t make you stay her slave but I will punish you alone for any fighting that takes place after this. Am I clear?”

The girls acknowledged the decision. I untied them and let the rest of the class return to the class room while I took charge of the two combatants.

Amanda exercised her dominance over Brianna as I led them back to my office. She lowered her own skirt while making Brianna keep hers tucked up, revealing her naked hips. She also had her carry both of their discarded panties, using her teeth.