 Light Bondage
-- by lightswitch  November 2007

[(F/F, lesbian), reluctant/forced, interracial, Asian
(subcontinent) female, white female, bondage, fart, humiliation,
gentle snuff]

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A Thanksgiving story.

Synopsis: Two female clerks draw the unenviable task of putting
up the store Christmas decorations on Thanksgiving night, in
preparation for the holiday shopping rush Friday morning. A
misstep on a ladder brings a haughty blonde crashing down, to
become hopelessly entangled in the strings of lights.

Her pretty Pakistani co-worker sees an opportunity for
titillation and revenge.
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The Mal-Mart clerks huddled together fearfully  this was one of
the many moments they dreaded each year: The announcement of who
would be required to give up their holiday evening in order to
decorate the store for the start of another official Holiday
Season.

The Assistant Manager tried to look thoughtful as he scanned his
clipboard.

Why does he bother? Shimaila asked herself. He already knows
who hes going to select.  The young Pakistani girl stewed
silently  every time, so far, it seemed as if his selections
were based on flagrant favoritism: Whomever was the least
popular, or whomever the assistant manager disliked, always
seemed to get the short straw.   Being an immigrant, she found
herself being selected for such duties often. Its not like you
celebrate American holidays! the pimply-faced assistant manager
would tell her. Youre not giving up that much! The other clerks
 well, it would be a major imposition, for them!

As if it wasnt a major imposition on *her*! Of course she was
giving up a lot!  *Anyone* appreciates time away from a menial
job!  *Everyone* would resent having to work beyond normal hours,
late into the evening!  It had nothing to do with holidays!
Besides, Shimaila *was* a US citizen  she had been for almost
eight years, now!

Im as American as any of them! she fumed.

OK, OK! the assistant manager announced loudly. Working the
Winter Holiday decoration shift tonight will be 

Please not me! Shimaila prayed. Please not me! Please not me!

Shimaila! the assistant manager announced.

Damn!!!

Shimaila swore to herself, livid with rage. Hed done it again!
The idiot was a known bigot, especially after 9/11. He hates me
because my skin is dark and because of my origins, Shimaila
thought, bitterly. She silently cursed the perpetrators of 9/11 
things had been rough before, but after 9/11  it seemed as if
anyone from a Muslim country was viewed as Guilty until Proven
Innocent.

The assistant manager continued, unaware of the turmoil he had
caused the pretty Pakistani girl  unaware and uncaring.

 and Tiffany! he finished.  The group gave a collective gasp,
but quickly silenced itself.

Tiffany?

She was the last person any of them would have expected to be
tagged with such an onerous duty. Tiffany was a beautiful,
vibrant, bleached-blonde with a figure that made men putty in her
hands. True, she was an arrogant bitch, but her stunning good
looks always insulated her from any fall-out.

What had happened? How could such a popular girl have been tagged
for Black Friday decorating duty?!?

With a start, Shimaila realized that the adolescent, tin-pot
dictator of an assistant manager must have made an overture
towards the gorgeous blonde  and been predictably shot down.
This was probably his petty revenge.

Thats *bullshit*! Tiffany shouted, stomping her foot. You
cant do that to me!

The assistant manager gave her a mean grin. I can, he snorted,
and I have. Either do what youre told or submit your
resignation.

Tiffany scowled but swallowed her anger.  She may have been
beautiful, but like the rest of the clerks, she needed this
minimum-wage job.

Buzzing in obvious relief, the rest of the clerks filed up to
punch out, eagerly chatting about their holiday plans.

This could be  interesting , Shimaila thought. She evaluated
the fuming blonde standing nearby, who was gritting her teeth in
anger.

Tiffany was absolutely gorgeous, Shimaila had to admit. Shes
everything Im not, the pretty Pakistani sighed to herself. Im
pretty, yes  but she is *beautiful*. She has long, flowing,
golden tresses  I have black hair that my parents insist I wear
pulled back in a tight bun. She has beautiful, pale skin that
looked as soft as white silk. I have dark-brown skin  Shimaila
stopped. Her skin really wasnt bad at all  it just looked so 
mundane  in her eyes, next to the alabaster beauty named
Tiffany.

She is tall and full-figured, Shimaila sighed to herself, with
gravity-defying tits as big as cantaloupes, while I  She looked
down regretfully at her own pear-sized breasts. While I cant
even decently fill a B cup.

She realized that she was being overly hard on herself. She was
just envious of the vivacious blonde. Still, there was something
about the fact that Tiffany was sharing her fate that made her
feel better.

At least I will get to string the lights again, she thought.
There was something cheerful and uplifting about stringing the
yards and yards of lights around the ceiling and pillars 
something that seemed to brighten her mood, each year. It almost
made up for the tedium of dusting off and arranging the heavy,
cumbersome North Pole character props  now *that* was tedious
work!

Fuck! Tiffany snarled, as the crowd left. She wheeled to stomp
back into the retail area of the store.  We might as well get
this over with, she grumbled. Ill put up the lights, you get
the North Pole scene crap from storage.

With neither discussion nor negotiation, the haughty blonde began
pulling huge piles of wires and lights from the stacked boxes.

Shimaila blinked back tears.

What?!? she agonized, silently. I  I have to do the North
Pole props? I dont even get to do the lights, this year?!?
This was unbearable!

Tiffany? she ventured, voice quavering. Is it  would it be OK
if *I* did the lights?

The arrogant blonde arched an eyebrow at her. Sure, she
sniffed. You can help me with the lights. Then you can do the
props.

Shimailas heart sank, realizing she had now committed to
one-and-a-half jobs. But she gamely started helping Tiffany
untangle the miles of holiday lights that had been knotted and
twisted from last year.

Geez! Tiffany gave an exasperated sigh, its like someone went
and knotted these damned things on purpose!  Theyre almost
impossible to untangle!

Shimaila nodded, and patiently continued unraveling the huge
piled of knotted lights, her slender fingers deftly teasing wires
free. Tiffany soon lost interest and began taking the untangled
cords of lights that Shimaila freed and stringing them up.

The pretty Pakistani girl kept working at untangling the lights
until a call from her co-worker interrupted her.

Hey, Paki! Tiffany called. Be useful and hold the ladder for
me!

Shimailas cheeks burned with indignation at the racial slur.
Bigoted bitch! she muttered. But she went over to steady the
ladder, in spite of her humiliation.  Tiffany climbed onto the
25-foot ladder, straining to position the cord of lights with one
hand and maneuver the staple gun with the other. After a half
hour or so, the arrogant blonde called out to Shimaila again.

Follow me up! Tiffany commanded. I cant stand heights and the
top of the ladder is shaky. Hold my hips to steady me.

Seething with indignation, but outwardly unprotesting, Shimaila
did as she was ordered, holding her breath as she climbed the
ladder. The floor was beginning to look more and more distant.

Its only about 20 feet up, she told herself.

Tiffany had already strung a thick, chaotic web of lights between
columns, a design that looked ugly and haphazard to Shimaila. But
she bit her tongue, not daring to voice an opinion. The pretty
Pakistani looked down, at the tangled wires and wondered how in
the world theyd untangle that mess *next* year.

Tiffany was stretching to build her web higher, towards the
ceiling.

Steadying the blondes hips, Shimaila found herself mesmerized by
the upskirt peek of Tiffanys bobbing white ass  hovering inches
above her face. The pretty Pakistani caught her breath as she
stared at the white girls gorgeous backside. Such a full, round,
tantalizing derriere  !

So  arousing!

Is this how boys felt when they looked at women? Shimaila
wondered, as she stood, frozen and confused, on the ladder.

Why is the sight of her rear having such an effect on me? she
wondered. Is it possible that I am bisexual? Or is Tiffany so
stunning that her beauty transcends gender?

Shimaila couldnt look away, continuing to stare up Tiffanys
skirt, watching the fabulous, creamy globes of her co-workers
ass cheeks work and undulate, the thin fabric of the blondes
blue thong-panties lost up the white girls ass crack.

The pretty Pakistani almost moaned with arousal.

So close  !  Carefully  tentatively 

Unable to resist, she climbed another step, bringing her face
almost in contact with the beautiful blondes mouth-watering ass.
Unfortunately, there was a trade-off: She was closer now, true,
but also higher -- Tiffany short skirt now completely blocked
Shimailas view.

Doesnt matter, Shimaila breathed. Shes still gorgeous  even
with her skirt on!  She was so close that her nose was gently
brushing the blondes skirt-clad ass. Unfortunately, the pretty
Pakistanis face was also so close that she could no longer focus
her eyes on that beautiful, impossibly rounded backside. What to
do ? Enjoy the close proximity, but give up the visual
stimulation? Or lean back a little, sacrificing the intimate
closeness in order to continue drinking in this magnificent
sight?

Are you staring at my ass?

The cold voice broke the spell Shimaila was under and brought
crashing back to reality. She looked up to see Tiffany glaring
down at her, in revulsion.

You are! the haughty blonde sneered in disgust. Youre ogling
my ass, arent you!?!

Shimaila shook her head in desperate denial. No! she protested.
I mean, I was looking, but I didnt  I wasnt  Youre so
beautiful that  !

Mortified, Shimaila clamped a hand over her mouth.

Had she really just said that?!? She felt her face flush with
embarrassment.

Looking up, she saw Tiffany still sneering down at her. The
haughty blonde was smiling, but it was a cold, mean smile.

Why you little lez! she laughed. You were! You were getting
off, sniffing my ass, werent you!?!

Shimaila felt tears of shame well up in her eyes. No! she
cried. I  I wasnt *sniffing*! I was   What *had* she been
doing?

Getting excited being so near another womans backside, she
admitted to herself, with a flush of shame.

Gods, she whispered. What a degenerate I have become.

Tiffany smiled coldly. Thats OK, Paki, she chuckled. Her voice
smoothed, seductively. You like my ass?, she asked, jutting her
beautiful rear out a bit. You think my ass is sexy?

The cruel blonde reached down to the back of her skirt, about
halfway between the waistband and hem, and pulled up.  The hem of
her skirt raised, revealing her pale, practically bare ass.

Is this what you wanted? Tiffany purred, invitingly. To look
at my ass? Do you like looking at my ass, Paki?

Shimailas heart was in her throat, eyes glued to that beautiful,
creamy ass, so close to her face.  Tiffany jutted her ass back
further, so that Shimailas nose gently grazed her pale ass
crack.

You like my ass, Paki? Tiffany repeated. You want to kiss it?

Shimaila was paralyzed, torn between revulsion at Tiffanys
cruel, degrading mockery; the shame of being discovered; and the
intense arousal of having that gorgeous, milky-white ass so
close.

Kiss it, Tiffany urged. Kiss my rear, Paki, so I can tell
everyone that the Paki slut kissed my ass  literally.

This hurtful jibe pierced through the lust that fogged Shimailas
brain.

No, she choked, trying to pull back.

The vicious blonde grabbed the pretty Pakistani girls head and
pushed it between her ass cheeks.

I said kiss it! she hissed, thrusting her ass back as she
pushed Shimailas head deeper.

The pretty Pakistani girls world went dark as her face was
enveloped in the large, soft ass cheeks of the cruel white girl.
Shimaila was overwhelmed with feelings of lust and revulsion,
wanting to fight back against the haughty white bitch who was
subjugating her, but overcome by the waves of desire that gripped
her.

But the erotic sensation of her face being imprisoned in the
beautiful white girls ass was too strong.

Shimailas lips puckered and she gently kissed Tiffany on her
asshole.

Oh God! the blonde moaned, obviously aroused with power. She
did it! I cant believe the little Paki slut actually did it!
The pressure on the back of Shimailas head intensified.

Again! Tiffany urged. Do it again!

Overcome by lust, Shimaila responded, ardently pressing her lips
against the arrogant blondes anus. Crazed with desire, the
pretty Pakistani extended her tongue and began passionately
rimming the white girls tightly puckered asshole.

Oh, you little *slut*! Tiffany cooed, grinding her ass harder
against the pretty Pakistanis entrapped face. You dirty little
perverted *slut*!

Shimaila didnt care. She didnt care if she turned out to be a
lesbian. She didnt care about the degradation of kissing the
arrogant white bitchs ass. All she cared about was the
overwhelming sense of arousal that had taken command of her body.

Please, Shimaila gasped, lifting her flushed face from between
the white girls ass cheeks. Please, let us get down from the
ladder. Let us enjoy one anothers bodies!  She reached up to
stroke the haughty white girls slit and found it swollen and
moist.

What?!? Tiffany laughed.  You wanna have sex? You?!? With
me?!? Peals of raucous, malicious laughter rang against the poor
Pakistani girls burning ears.

Ive let women go down on me before, Tiffany admitted, when it
served my purpose. But you? A dirty, perverted Paki? You dont
deserve to taste my exquisite pussy! And I sure as hell am not
going anywhere near your nasty, diseased gash!  Shimailas face
burned with embarrassment and tears of humiliation welled in her
eyes.

There *is* one thing you *are* very well suited for, Tiffany
chuckled, forcing the pretty Pakistani girls head back between
her the pale, round globes of her ass.

Eat my ass, Paki! Tiffany snarled. Eat it real good!

Sobbing with humiliation, Shimaila complied.  She pushed her
tongue up the haughty blondes shit chute, probing deeply as she
heard Tiffany moan in pleasure.

Oh, thats good, the blonde groaned, sliding a hand down the
front of her thong to finger herself. Who knew it could be such
a turn-on to get your ass licked by a perverted black lez?

Tiffany balanced precariously on the ladder; with one hand
pleasuring herself and the other forcing Shimailas face deeply
into her pale ass, she was unable to hold onto anything to ensure
her balance.

Heres a little Christmas gift, the haughty blonde laughed,
forcing Shimailas face deeper into her ass as she gave a
strained grunt.

Tiffany farted.

Not just a discrete little burp of a fart, either. The bitchy
blonde let loose with a huge, long, hot fart that burned wetly
against the pretty Pakistani girls face and forced its way into
her mouth and nose and down her throat.

Shimaila gagged and tried to pull away, but the cruel blonde had
a firm grip on the back of her head, not allowing escape.  The
pretty Pakistani girl tried to scream as the noxious gas filled
her lungs and permeated her being. Tiffany continued to hold her
victims head captive as her wide-open asshole continued to expel
a rush of gas into her unwilling victims face.

The pretty Pakistani girls head was spinning and she saw stars.

Im dying! she thought. Tiffany is going to poison me with her
foul, toxic ass-gas!  She felt her legs go weak and she clawed
at the white girls hips for support.

But her nerveless fingers found none.

The ass-tainted methane overwhelmed the Pakistani girls senses
and she passed out, falling from the ladder.

Losing consciousness as she fell, Shimaila saw Tiffany, unable to
free her hands from her own panties or to let go of the fainting
girls head in time, lose her precarious perch on the ladder and,
with a horrified shriek, begin falling.

Good! thought Shimaila, as darkness closed over her. At least
that arrogant white bitch will die, too!

* * * * *

Consciousness came slowly, along with the foul smell of ass that
seemed to have seeped inside her and taken residence. Gagging and
retching, Shimaila turned on her side and vomited.

Mind still reeling, she finally recognized her surroundings: She
was in the Mal-Mart, lying amid the Styrofoam wreckage of the
igloo display.

How had she gotten there?  What had happened?

Oh yeah, she murmured, groggily. Must have been when I fell
off the ladder. Damn, how lucky was it that the display had
broken her fall?!?

Memories returned and she burned with shame as she recalled her
perverse subjugation by the blonde bitchs ass.

Could I really have done that? she moaned, in shame. Could I
really have kissed and licked that blonde bitchs ass?!? She
shuddered in revulsion and wept in humiliation. That bitch,
Tiffany! She 

Tiffany!

Shimailas eyes shot open.

Theyd fallen off the ladder!  from about 25 feet up!  It was a
miracle Shimaila was still alive  had Tiffany ?

Shimaila sprang to her feet, her eyes scanning the floor for her
co-workers bleeding body.

But she didnt see it.

Where ? she muttered.

About time, you skank!

Shimaila looked around. That had been Tiffanys voice  there was
no mistaking the bitchy tone!  But where was the arrogant blonde?
 The pretty Pakistani looked around, turning in circles.

She seemed to be alone.

Up here, Einstein!

Shimaila looked up.

There, dangling about 12 feet above the floor, was Tiffany:
Hopelessly entangled in the web of Christmas lights she had
strung earlier.  The attractive blonde looked as if she were
faking a skydiving stunt: Arms and legs spread wide as she swayed
in the tangle of cords.

Dont just stand there with your mouth open, you stupid Paki
slut! the entangled blonde snarled. Get the damned ladder and
get me down from here!

Shimaila rushed to fetch the overturned ladder and dragged it
back so it stood alongside her dangling co-worker.  The pretty
Pakistani girl climbed and tried to work the entrapped blonde
free.

Ugh! Shimaila grunted. You are *really* knotted up here! She
assessed the situation.

The majority of the tangled cords were wrapped around Tiffanys
extremities -- her wrists, shoulders, and ankles  with a few
more wrapped around her thighs, waist, and chest.  While the
dangling blonde did sport some nasty cord-burns, she seemed
remarkably unharmed.

Quit gawking and get me down! Tiffany demanded. Shimaila
hurried to try and free her. Tiffany did not appear particularly
grateful.

Hurry up, Paki! she sneered. Maybe Ill let you kiss my ass
some more, if you do a good job and get me down quickly!
Shimailas face burned with shame. Tiffany remembered.

What an ungrateful bitch!  Shimaila succeeded in removing the
cords from Tiffanys chest, waist, and thighs.

Would you like that, Paki? Tiffany goaded, not letting up.
Would you like to push your tongue up my asshole again?

Shimaila stopped and regarded the entangled blonde. A cold,
burning point of pure hatred flared inside of her.

If I get you down, Shimaila stated, you are never to speak of
that again, understood?

The cruel blonde laughed.

Never speak of it again? she asked, in astonishment. Never
tell anyone what a filthy little lez you are? How you kissed my
*ass*? How you were so perverted that you actually tongued my
*asshole*?!?  Tiffanys cruel laugh rang in the pretty Pakistani
girls burning ears.

What makes you think I will help you down, when you are such a
bitch? Shimaila demanded, frowning and fighting back tears.

Tiffany smiled confidently.

Because if you dont, I wont limit myself to the truth. Ill
tell them you were such a pervert that you sucked shit right out
of
my asshole!  Ill tell them you played with yourself as you ate
my shit!

Shimaila burned with humiliation and anger.  That bitch! But ,
the pretty Pakistani thought, Tiffany would do exactly that, if
crossed.

Would anyone believe the arrogant bitch?

With a stab of despair, Shimaila realized they would. Every one
of them would take Tiffanys lurid fabrications as gospel,
believing them over an immigrant Pakistani girls protests of
innocence.

What was there to do except give in  to let Tiffany win?

Again.

Shimaila regarded the cruel blonde, dangling in front of her, and
her resentment and hatred flared white hot.

Looks as if youve got me, Shimaila sighed, in resignation.
You win. Just like you always do.  The blondes smug smile made
Shimailas bile rise. Even bound and helpless, the blonde snake
was able to evade harm and hurt her.

Shimaila glared at the bound blonde, angrily. Tiffany seemed
*really* wrapped up in the tangled light cords  totally
helpless. Soon, Shimaila knew, she would free the bitchy white
girl.

But not before you get a taste of what its like to be degraded
and humiliated, she hissed.  Still standing at the base of the
ladder, she shucked off her panties, pulling the white cotton
fabric down over her firm, dark thighs.

Whatre you going to do, Paki? the trussed blonde sneered.
Strip for me? Do a little dance for me? Only trouble is: Im not
a lez, like you. You cant seduce me like I seduced you.

Shimaila climbed up the ladder to Tiffanys level.

I dont have to seduce you, the pretty Pakistani girl
whispered, softly. Youre tied up and helpless  trussed like a
Thanksgiving turkey!

Shimaila smiled, stroking the blondes lovely face as she watched
the little color the white girl had drain out of her.

You cant! Tiffany gasped, eyes wide with horror and mouth
agape. You wouldnt!

Shimaila smiled and hiked up the hem of her own skirt, thrusting
out her own firm, dark ass. Turning, she jutted her ass gently
against the blondes face.

Ewww! Tiffany tried to recoil in revulsion, but dangling as she
was by the cords of lights, she had no traction. Shimaila
maneuvered the suspended blondes face into her dark, moist ass
crack.

She saw the white girls body stiffen with horror, before it
thrashed wildly, trying to escape. But the hapless blondes
efforts only entangled her further.

You like that, white girl? Shimaila mocked, crushing the
blondes face into her pert, brown ass. You like having your
face in my ass?  The pretty Pakistani girl felt hot tears of
indignation and humiliation drip between the white girls cheeks
and her own ass cheeks.

Yeah, Shimaila murmured, feeling herself grow moist. Cry for
me, white girl! Let me feel your tears! Are you sorry for what
you did to me? Yeah, Ill bet youre sorry now, arent you?!?
She ground her ass against the suspended blondes face, gratified
to feel a moan of revulsion that was all but smothered inside her
ass.

You wanna kiss my ass, white girl? Shimaila asked,
conversationally. She felt the blonde shake her head violently in
negation. Ill bet you do, the pretty Pakistani purred. Go
ahead, Tiffany  kiss my lovely, brown ass.  The blonde was
convulsed with sobbing, but Shimaila felt no kissing on her
nether regions.

Annoyed, the pretty Pakistani girl released the white girls face
from her ass and turned to grab a hold of the dangling blonde.
Shimaila formed a loop with a nearby cord of lights and wrapped
it tightly around the bound blondes throat.

Are you going to kiss my ass? Shimaila asked, deftly worrying a
knot of cord around the blondes right ankle. The pressure eased
slightly; as did the support the tangle had provided. Shimaila
watched in satisfaction as the cord tightened around the white
girls throat. The blondes eyes widened in abject terror as she
realized what was happening.

No! Tiffany choked. You  youd really do it, wouldnt you!
Please! No! Dont  dont let me hang!  Tears flowed down her
lovely face. Ill  Ill do whatever you want!

Yes, Shimaila cooed softly, I know you will.

Turning, the pretty Pakistani girl again pushed her pert, brown
ass into the white girls face.

This time, there was no hesitation  Shimaila sighed as she felt
the press of full, pouty lips lightly kissing all over along the
inside of her ass cheeks.

The lips finally settled on Shimailas sensitive anus. The pretty
Pakistani girls legs trembled as she felt the entrapped white
girls lips press firmly against her tightly puckered, brown
asshole.

Oh FUCK! Shimaila thought, gasping at the electric jolt of
pleasure that ran through her. The feel of the beautiful blondes
lips pressed enthusiastically against her asshole felt so  so 

So perverted!

So dirty!

So nasty!

So 

 good! Shimaila murmured, reaching back to press the weeping
white beautys face in even more firmly. Is this what Tiffany had
experienced when Shimaila had succumbed to her own lusts?

I love this, Shimaila murmured, grinding gently on the blondes
face. I absolutely love this! It felt unreal  the most
beautiful, popular girl in the store  and Shimaila had the
girls face wedged deeply up her ass!

Slowly, the pretty Pakistani girls hand crept down to her own
dark bush and her fingers snaked between her slick, swollen
labia. No wonder Tiffany hadnt been able to keep her hands out
of her pants! Shimaila smiled, thrilling at the debauched
pleasure she felt. Ive never felt so confident  so in
control!

You are mine, she whispered, luxuriating in the sensations of
having her ass worshiped by the beautiful blonde.

Shimaila opened her eyes, in sudden realization. Tiffany *was*
hers! Hers with which to do whatever she wanted!

Shimaila slowly  reluctantly  pulled her ass from the white
girls face. Tiffanys pale features were still achingly lovely,
in spite of her reddened eyes, smeared make-up, and tear-streaked
face.

Shaimaila went to the washroom and dampened some paper towels,
then returned to gently cleanse the bound girls face.

Tiffany looked at her with grateful, but questioning eyes. Thank
you, she murmured.

Shh! Shimaila whispered. Dont talk. She sat on a ladder rung
so her face was on the same level as the suspended blondes.

The pretty Pakistani girl took the white girls face tenderly in
both hands and gently pulled her forward, until their lips met.

Shimaila felt the suspended girls body tense, momentarily, but
slowly give in to the sensual kiss. Tiffanys beautiful, full
lips parted, allowing the pretty Pakistanis tongue to slide
inside and explore the moist recesses of her mouth.  The
entangled white girl moaned and Shimaila smiled as she continued
to dominate the blonde beautys mouth.

Never breaking the seal she had on the white girls lips, the
pretty Pakistani reached under and slowly began unbuttoning
Tiffanys blouse. At this angle, the white fabric was stretched
thin as it tried to support the weight of the white girls torso
as well as contain the blondes bounteous breasts. As Shimaila
undid the second button, gravity won and the next four buttons
popped in rapid succession, allowing the white girls large
bra-clad mammaries to bounce out.

Shimaila suppressed a smile as she continued removing Tiffanys
blouse and reaching up to unclasp her bra.  The bra fell away and
the blondes heavy melons swung free, dangling heavily from the
suspended girls chest.

Shimaila stroked and fondled Tiffanys big boobs, smiling as the
white girls large, pink nipples hardened gratifyingly under the
Pakistani girls dark, insistent hands.

Tiffany gave a low moan of pleasure, which was lost in Shimailas
enveloping kiss.

The Pakistani girl slowly stripped the suspended white girl,
tearing fabric where the cords were too binding. The thong
panties were easy, sporting side ties that came easily undone.

Then she continued her kiss.

The pretty Pakistani girl dominated the aroused white woman for
several minutes with her sensual kiss.

Tiffany gasped as Shimaila finally broke their kiss and looked
longingly at the pretty Pakistani, who descended the ladder to
admire the view of the lovely, nude blonde, dangling in the
air above her head, like some giant white bird.

Shimaila smiled broadly and trotted off to the pharmacy area, but
soon returned, carrying several packages.

At the base of the ladder, she opened two plastic-wrapped boxes
labeled Personal Vibrator.  She popped batteries in each and
climbed the ladder.

Tiffany was looking at her dully, with mild apprehension. What 
what are you going to ?

Without warning, Shimaila reached up and pushed the side of the
suspended white girls head, sending her gently spinning 
rotating.

When Tiffanys feet faced her, the pretty Pakistani gently halted
the blondes spin.  Tiffany strained feebly, but was too tightly
entangled to even affect her own motion.

I want you to feel good for whats coming next, Shimaila
murmured, gently tracing the tip of the large vibrator along the
white girls exposed, blonde-thatched slit.  She smiled as she
saw the vibrators fat tip part Tiffanys slick, glistening cunt
lips. That excites you, doesnt it, the pretty Pakistani
whispered, teasing the dangling blonde with the vibrator. You
like being tied up and penetrated, dont you, Tiffany? You like
being dominated by a dirty, filthy, Paki, dont you!

To her surprise, she heard the bound blonde whisper a response,
barely audible.

Yes!

What was that? Shimaila asked, pausing her molestation, unsure
if shed really heard what she thought shed heard. I didnt
quite hear that, Tiffany.

The blonde girl convulsed with sobbing. I said Yes, Tiffany
cried, her entire pale body flushing in humiliation. I  I like
being dominated by you.

Shimaila smiled, slowly.

She pushed the vibrator all the way up the blondes dripping
pussy, then deftly removed it and slid the now lubricated dildo
up the white girls ass.

Aaaaaahhh! Tiffany gasped, her sphincter tightening
involuntarily on the intruding object as she arched her back in
shock.  Shimaila grinned and left the vibrator jammed up the
bound girls anus. Removing the other vibrator from its box, she
slowly slid that one up the blondes hungry vaginal hole.

Uhhhhh! Tiffany grunted, her body straining in its bonds.

Shaimaila took her own cotton panties and tried to tug them over
the white girls thick thighs and wide hips. But the tangle of
cords around Tiffanys ankles made that impossible. Shaimaila
took a box-cutter and slashed the sides of her panties, then
tied them around the white girl like a diaper. It was
tough going, since the pretty Pakistani was much more petite than
the voluptuous blonde, who threatened to burst out of the
now-overstuffed cotton panties at any second.  But finally,
Shimaila got
them secured.

Moving the band of cloth between Tiffanys legs just enough to
plant a light kiss on the blondes fevered pussy, Shimaila
replaced the panty fabric and quickly flicked the switches on the
base of both vibrators.

The effect was, if youll excuse the pun, electric.

The white girls body went rigid as the whirring vibrators took
control of her senses.  The too-tight panties effectively
prevented the vibrators from being worked loose or ejected.

The entangled blonde seemed paralyzed with pleasure, quivering as
she hung in the cords.

Shimaila slowly twirled the suspended white girl around so that
her head was facing her again.

The pretty Pakistani cupped the dazed blondes chin and raised
the white girls head.

You like that, dont you, Shimaila said. It was a statement,
more
than a question.

Y-y-y-y-yeh-yes, Tiffany stammered, a rivulet of drool escaping
from the corner of her mouth. Oh G-g-g-god, y-y-y-yeh-yeh-yes!

Shimaila smiled. Show me, she whispered. She climbed up a few
steps.

Bracing herself on the ladder, she pulled the suspended white
girl forward, pressing the beautiful blondes face into her own,
dark, moist pussy. Show me how much you like it!

Without prompting or coercion, she felt the lust-crazed white
girl bury her lovely face in Shimailas dark, aromatic muff and
begin feverishly lapping the Pakistani girl.

Shimaila moaned in pleasure. Was this really happening? Was she
really getting eaten by this beautiful white girl?  Grabbing the
bound blonde by her ears, the pretty Pakistani began rubbing
herself lustily against the helpless white girls face.  Soon,
there wasnt an inch of Tiffanys beautiful, pale features that
wasnt coated with Shimailas thick, fragrant juices.

For her part, Tiffanys body seemed to be hinged at the waist:
The white girls upper body and lower body were jerking and
rotating like a marionette controlled by an epileptic, but moving
in
completely independent directions. She was giving a low,
non-stop, guttural groan which in no way impeded her oral
attentions to the pretty Pakistanis pussy.

Shimaila felt Tiffany scream into her cunt, as the entangled
white girl convulsed in orgasm. The pretty Pakistani ignored her
victims climax and, keeping a firm grasp on both Tiffanys ears,
continued to fuck the beautiful blondes face, concentrating on
her own pleasure.

The white girls body was actually vibrating, wracked
by one climax after another.  Her pale legs were rigid and
wide-spread, as were both arms.  Shimaila could feel the blondes
mouth, drooling wetly into her dark pussy as she continued to
sadistically pound the white girls face with her own quivering
pelvis.

Tiffany could only whimper mindlessly, as Shimaila climaxed. The
pretty Pakistani girl screamed out loud as she cruelly ground the
white girls face against her spasming pussy.

Oh fuck! Shimaila gasped. Oh *fuck* yes!  She bobbed the
dangling white girls head up and down as she continued to rub
herself on the dazed blondes face.

After what seemed an eternity of ecstasy, Shimaila reluctantly
let go of the bound blonde and let her swing free.  The pretty
Pakistani lay back against the ladder, gasping for breath as the
swaying blonde continued to grunt in non-stop orgasm.

God, that was good, Shimaila murmured, reveling in the ebbing
pleasure and growing afterglow. Good? That was the absolute best
climax she had *ever* achieved.

And she had done it with Tiffany. To Tiffany.

Tiffany  Shimaila murmured, closing her eyes and smiling. Had
she really done it? Had she really seduced, dominated, and fucked
the most beautiful and most popular girl in town?

* * * * *

Shimaila awoke, groggy, but sated. Her pussy had never felt so
satisfied!

She looked around. She was naked, lying on the floor, but
unharmed. The cold tile had finally been uncomfortable enough to
awaken her.

How in the world did I get down from the ladder? she wondered.
I must have climbed down and passed out.

God, but that orgasm had been fantastic! It must have been so
powerful that it had caused her to lose consciousness,
afterwards!  How long had she been out?

Shimaila looked at her watch. It was a little past 3:45 a.m.

The store had closed its doors at 9, to prepare for Black Friday
 the weird sex play had started about a half an hour to an hour
later 

Ive probably been out for at least five hours, Shimaila
realized. Maybe longer! But it had been worth it!

Five hours?!?

With a start, she remembered Tiffany.

Looking up, Shimaila felt her heart tighten with apprehension.

The beautiful blonde still dangled overhead, entangled by the
Christmas light strings.  The crotch of her panties was stained
with cunt juice, which dripped slowly from the middle of the dark
patch as if from a stalactite in a cave.

The white girls body twitched periodically, still suspended
about 12 feet in the air. Her lovely features were lax, as she
stared vacantly down at the tiled floor. Tiffany drooled
continuously, through her full, slightly parted, sensual lips.

Shimaila hurried up the ladder.

Tiffany? she said, shaking the burned-out white girl gently.
Tiffany? Are you OK? Can you hear me?

There was no response from the drooling vegetable hanging in
front of her.

With growing dread, Shimaila realized that Tiffany was gone.

I guess five hours of non-stop orgasm would fry anyone, the
pretty Pakistani thought, ruefully.

But, what to do,now, she wondered, a growing feeling of panic
overtaking her. Shed go to jail for sure if anyone found out!

I have to make sure no one connects me with this, Shimaila
decided.  She stripped her panties off the comatose white girl,
taking a moment to hold them to her nose and inhale deeply.

Such a pity  she sighed, with a shudder of arousal.

Shimaila descended the ladder and punched out her time card.

She spent the next two hours cleaning up, finishing the North
Pole scenery, and wiping down any surface that might have a
sticky fingerprint.

Finally, she went up the ladder again. She replaced the blondes
thong panties, re-securing the still-whirring vibrators, but
making certain she didnt leave any sticky fingerprints on the
exposed plastic.

She caressed the beautiful vegetables lovely face and gently
kissed her slack lips.

Im sorry, Tiffany, she whispered, loosening the knotted cords
around both of the white girls ankles. "All I can do now is
release you."

The blondes feet swung free as the loop of cord around the
beautiful white girls throat took the extra weight.

Shimaila slowly climbed down from the ladder, weeping.

* * * * * *

The next morning, the crowds began gathering at 6 for the 7 a.m.
opening.  The assistant manager arrived promptly at 7 and worked
his way through the throngs.

OK! OK! he shouted. Let me through and Ill unlock the doors!

The crowd slowly parted and he fumbled with a big ring of keys.
When he finally got the doors unlocked, the crowd burst through
like a cracked dam!  The mob rushed into the store, ready to
indulge in serious consumerism, but stopped short, once they got
inside.

There, hanging amid a web of lit Christmas lights, was the body
of a beautiful, almost-nude blonde  arms outstretched as if in a
mocking parody of a crucifixion.

The newspapers would hypothesize suicide and/or erotic
asphyxiation.

Shimaila remained silent in the ensuing days, refusing to join in
the base speculation and gossip, but longingly recalling the
sensation of the beautiful white girls tongue on her ass and
pussy.
