Keywords: FF, cons, interr, bd, sm, toys, anal
Part: Chapter 117
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 117




          At any other time, Laura thought, this would have been enough.  
    But this time she had given Karen the license to do her worst, and 
    unbelievably, even after she had freed Laura from the gag and 
    handcuffs, she rolled Laura onto her stomach and began fucking her 
    in the ass with the huge dildo.  Laura was so destroyed already by 
    the several violent orgasms she had had that she could barely 
    resist.

          "Ungh!  Ungh!" Karen grunted, driving the huge dildo deep into 
    Laura's ass, making Laura wince and groan with each sharp thrust.

          "Ohhnn!  Ohhnggg!  God . . . ungghh!  Oh . . . Karen, unggh oh 
    please!  Please stop!"

          "Honey, you're going to come again, you're going to come 
    again!" Karen panted.

          Suddenly Laura also felt the marbles sliding back into her 
    pussy.  Karen was pushing them into her, underneath the huge stalk 
    of the dildo.  Then she flicked on the switch, and Laura went into 
    convulsions, coming again with renewed violence, almost an 
    unbelievable violence, her body ripped apart by the most 
    excruciating spasms of pleasure so intense it differed little from 
    pain.

          Bruised, limp, exhausted, Laura felt Karen rolling her onto 
    her back again and, after ripping out the marbles across Laura's 
    clit, giving her another quick, jolting orgasm, she shoved the huge 
    dildo back into Laura's pussy.  Then Karen removed the nipple clamps 
    so that she could suck and bite Laura's nipples while she raped her. 

          Laura had never taken such abuse, even from Eric and Rob, who 
    had both stuck their huge pricks into her pussy at the same time.  
    Karen was relentless, fucking her savagely, swallowing her aching 
    nipples, then sinking her teeth into them just as Laura approached 
    another climax.  Laura came wrenchingly one last time, her body 
    giving up its last excruciating spasm of pleasure before collapsing 
    into a near-stupor of fatigue and pain.

          It took her an hour even to emerge from the shock of it, even 
    with Karen's contrite ministrations and tender caresses.  Her body 
    was bruised and wounded, both her ass and pussy reamed and burning, 
    her nipples dark and hurting terribly.  There were big splotchy 
    bruises on her breasts and her thighs.

          "I'll never forgive you for that," she whispered hoarsely to 
    Karen, finally.  "You really hurt me bad."

          "Mmmmm, I don't expect you to forgive me, darling," Karen 
    murmured back, eyes glistening in excitement.  "I expect you to get 
    even.  You had about eight super orgasms, by my count.  I want you 
    to get even with me."

          And Laura did get even.  

          Only in the beginning was she gentle.  She pulled Karen down 
    on her back, kissing her mouth, her neck, her beautiful smooth black 
    shoulders, then her marvelous large firm breasts.  She held them in 
    both hands, kissing every inch of the smooth dark hard melons, then 
    tonguing and sucking Karen's large black nipples until Karen was 
    panting and moving her head back and forth.

          "Oh god . . . Laura, it feels so good!" she moaned, watching 
    Laura's mouth on her breasts, watching Laura tease her erect, wet 
    nipples with her teeth.  "Yes . . . yes!"

          But Laura did not wait long to pay her back.  Without even 
    tying or handcuffing Karen, she began to assault the girl's 
    beautiful breasts.  She sat on Karen's stomach, bunching Karen's 
    breasts up in her fists, squeezing them mercilessly, and then sank 
    her teeth into one bulging black nipple.

          "Aoownngggg!  Owwwnncchh!  Oh shit!" Karen cried out, tears 
    coming to her eyes.

          Laura bit the other delicious, protruding nipple and got the 
    same response.

          "Oh god . . . oh god!" Karen wept.  "Oh shit . . . it hurts!"

          "'You done axed me to hurt you, Miss Karen'," Laura teased her 
    maliciously.  "If you think that hurts, you better beg me to let you 
    go right now."

          Karen shook her head vigorously.  "No . . ."  She looked down 
    at her wet, pointing nipples.  "Do it again."

          "You're kidding."

          Karen glared at her.  "Do it again."

          Laura found the two pairs of handcuffs on the floor.  "You're 
    going to wish you'd never brought these," she said.

          Laura used them to handcuff Karen's ankles to the bedposts, 
    placing her head at the foot of the bed, then splaying her thighs 
    and fastening each ankle to the opposite bedpost.  Her beautiful, 
    juicy black pussy was exposed, vulnerable, her wet cuntlips parted, 
    revealing the glistening pink insides.

          "God . . . I want you to eat my pussy, Laura," Karen panted.  
    "I want you to eat my pussy before you rape me, please.  I'm so 
    close.  I could come, if you just tickle my clit with your tongue.  
    Please."

          "Oh, is she begging now?" Laura smiled.

          Karen's hands were still free, and she ran them all over her 
    naked body, cupping her breasts, twisting her big glossy nipples, 
    then pulling apart her cuntlips for Laura, exposing the juicy inner 
    channel of her pussy, trying to tempt Laura.

          "Suck me . . . eat me," she begged.

          And she was wildly desireable.  This was the tempting body 
    that had got Laura into all this in the first place, into girl-girl 
    sex, into endless complications of the heart and seemingly 
    unquenchable lust for black beauties.  Laura had wanted her then, 
    and she wanted her now.  Even exhausted and in pain from having been 
    raped herself, she wanted to obliterate herself in a wild orgy of 
    fucking with this beautiful girl.

          But the fact that Karen wanted it so badly was enough to 
    excite Laura's own streak of cruelty.  She was determined that Karen 
    would not come until her need was ten times as great as this, and 
    would be sweetly, and even not so sweetly, tortured ingeniously 
    along the way.

          Patiently, she tied Karen's wrists to the frame of the bed, 
    then squatted over the girl's heaving belly again, pinching her fat, 
    glosssy, bulbous nipples, sucking them, biting them, bring gasps, 
    sobs, then hysterical whimperings from deep in Karen's chest as she 
    watched Laura's mouth on her ravished breasts and felt Laura's teeth 
    on her sensitive nipples.

          "Oh god, Laura, you're hurting me!" she moaned, gnawing on her 
    lower lip, wincing, grimacing as Laura squeezed the beautiful naked 
    globes.

          "Time for the clamps, eh, my pet?" Laura said menacingly, 
    reaching down on the floor for them.

          In no time she had both Karen's nipples clamped in the tight 
    pincers.  Water sprang to Karen's eyes.  Laura tugged the chain 
    between the clamps, watching the anguished look on Karen's face.

          "Ouchh!  Oh . . . Jesus!"

          Now Laura drew the bristly jute rope from the bag, which Karen 
    had for some reason forgotten when torturing Laura earlier.  Quickly 
    she tied it in a girdle around Karen's waist, then pulled a strand 
    between her thighs and up into her pussy, pulling on it hard and 
    watching it bite into Karen's open, wet cunt, hearing Karen moan and 
    watching her twist.

          Intent on doing something Karen had once done to her, she fed 
    the rope under the chain between the nipple clamps, then fastened it 
    tightly, so that every time Karen moved, the rope bit into her 
    tender pussy and at the same time yanked the nipple clamps.  Karen 
    knew what was happened, and tears poured down her cheeks as she 
    watched Laura's hand on the rope.

          "You bitch," she swore tremulously, then stronger.  "You white 
    bitch!  You're killing me!"

          Laura pulled the rope hard, twice.

          "Anngghh!  Onngghhh!  Owwnncchh!" Karen cried out.

          "Are you going to come?" Laura smiled.

          "Oh god . . . yes!  Do it harder!  Please!"

          But Laura let the rope fall limp from her hand.  "You're not 
    going to come yet, you naughty girl.  Because I'm going to whip your 
    pussy to make you come.  I'm going to whip it hard."

          The words excited Karen wildly.  Her entrapped body began to 
    shiver involuntarily.

          "Gag me, I'll scream," she whimpered to Laura.

          Neither of them liked to gag the other until the last moment.  
    They each enjoyed the tormented whimperings and moanings of the 
    other in the grip of sublime sexual torture, and they prolonged the 
    use of the gag as long as possible.

          "I love to hear you scream," Laura whispered.  "And beg."

          Now she drew out the whip, and for the next five minutes Karen 
    underwent the most excruciating torture as Laura teased her clamped 
    nipples and her roped pussy and every other exposed part of her 
    luscious naked body with the tip-end of the whip.  And yet never did 
    she administer a stinging snap or blow, but instead tickled and 
    threatened Karen's body until Karen was mewling and quivering in a 
    hot frenzy of sexual arousal.

          But Laura knew that the hard blows were now unavoidable.  She 
    quickly moved to fasten the gag in place, and Karen's eyes glittered 
    with terror.  Laura bent down and removed one nipple clamp from one 
    huge, twisted, sore nipple.  She licked and tongued Karen's wounded 
    nipple, then sucked it, harder, and harder, bringing first mewls of 
    pleasure followed by sharp gasps of pain from Karen's throat.

          Then, abruptly, Laura released Karen's breast from her mouth.  
    She brought the whip up about a foot above Karen's wet nipple, then 
    snapped it very sharply with the tip.  Karen grimaced and howled 
    into the gag.  Laura snapped it again.  Then a third time.

          By now Karen's face and the gag harness were both wet with 
    tears.  Her luscious body writhed in pain as Laura roughly replaced 
    the clamp, showing no tenderness, letting the pincers dig cruelly 
    into Karen's sensitive nipple.  Now she unclamped Karen's other 
    nipple and did the same to it, bringing muffled shrieks of pain from 
    Karen.  This time after whipping Karen's nipple, Laura lowered her 
    mouth to it again and sank her teeth into it, torturing Karen's 
    breast further and bringing a fresh shriek of pain from her throat. 

          Next Laura grasped the rope, yanking it hard, pulling the 
    bristly cord across Karen's distended clit once, twice, three times.  
    She yanked it so hard that Karen's pelvis came up off the mattress.  
    Hysterical mewls of pain came from the girl.  The delicious round, 
    engorged, pink nub of her clit, which Laura had sucked so many 
    times, was crushed and mangled by the coarse rope, and her hips were 
    quivering uncontrollably.

          Laura released the rope, letting Karen's pelvis fall back to 
    the bed.  She knew it couldn't be strung out any longer.  Karen had 
    almost come just now, from the feeling of the rope squashing her 
    clit.

          Laura again grabbed the rope with her left hand, pulling down 
    on it this time so that Karen's clit was fully exposed and the upper 
    part of the rope pulled sharply on the nipple clamps.  Then, giving 
    Karen, who was already crying and moaning from the pain in her 
    breasts, only a second or so to anticipate the climax she craved, 
    Laura brought the tip of the whip forcefully down on Karen's clit.  
    She smacked it hard, three, four, five times.

          By the fifth blow Karen was coming, her body thrashing and 
    writhing, wracked by convulsions, sensations so intense, Laura knew, 
    that the difference between excruciating pleasure and pain was no 
    longer clear.  

          "Mmnngghiieegghhphhh!  Ongghh!  Annghmmffggnneiiee!" the poor 
    girl screamed into the gag, wrenched by a ferocious climax.

          Laura dropped the whip and squatted between Karen's splayed 
    thighs, now sucking and tonguging her inflamed clit, unable to 
    resist the opportunity.  She loved eating Karen's sweet black pussy 
    and couldn't let this episode go by without doing it.  But she 
    licked and sucked her hard, bringing Karen up short in the middle of 
    her dying fall from her previous violent orgasm, giving her a fresh 
    one that seemed to grip her whole body and shake it sharply.

          And now in the lull after it, she pushed pillows under Karen's 
    ass, uptilting it, making Karen's asshole available.  Then she 
    greased the vibrating marbles again with K-Y jelly and, after 
    opening Karen with one long forefinger in a way that made Karen moan 
    and quiver, she slid the balls into Karen's ass.  Karen knew what 
    was coming, and the anticipation made her mewl and shake.

          Fascinated, feeling a fresh spurt of wild horniness herself as 
    she did this, Laura flicked on the switch and slowly drew the 
    marbles out of Karen's ass and up across her clit.  Karen nearly 
    went insane.  Her hips churned so violently that Laura almost 
    couldn't keep things under control.  Karen came sharply, twice, her 
    body buckling and surging as the spasms wrenched her.

          And now Laura was ready to fuck her hard.  She found the four-
    pronged, bowed dildo under her bed and crawled between Karen's 
    thighs again to position it properly.  First she inserted the 
    forward prongs into Karen's asshole and pussy, yanking the chain 
    between the nipple clamps too, bringing moans and fresh tears to 
    Karen's eyes as the tight clips pinched her nipples mercilessly.  

          But now, before inserting the other prongs into her own body, 
    Laura unfastened the nipple clamps and tossed the apparatus aside.  
    She wasn't going to deny herself a full feast.  Now she carefully 
    slid the prongs into her own pussy and ass, biting her lower lip and 
    groaning softly as they penetrated her.

          "Unnhhhh!  Oh god!" she gasped.  "Oh god, honey, I'm going to 
    fuck you hard, very hard!"

          Karen's eyes widened.  She nodded her head vigorously, 
    beginning to churn her hips in a frantic fucking-motion.  Laura 
    began fucking her back, and in seconds the bed was rocking like a 
    ship as they pushed their groins together wildly, gagging as the 
    huge dildos penetrated their bodies.

          Now Laura scooped up Karen's luscious, tortured breasts in her 
    hands and began to torture them again, this time with her mouth and 
    fingers.  She squeezed them fiercely, and sucked and pinched Karen's 
    big, bulbous nipples as she fucked the girl. 
 
          After about a minute of this wild, uncontrollable, frantic 
    fucking they were both about to come again.  Laura now began to bite 
    Karen's nipples, feeling herself sink into a nearly-insane frenzy of 
    sexual mania, something she had only felt a few times before.  She 
    lunged her pelvis into Karen's, sinking the dildoes deep into both 
    of them, and tore at Karen's wet, erect nipples with her teeth.

          Karen began to come first, a massive orgasm that made her 
    briefly lose consciousness.  Laura was close behind, scorched by 
    fierce spasms of coming that erupted inside her body and flowed 
    outward into her quivering flesh.  They were glued together, their 
    bodies shuddering unbelievably as the intense rapture shook them.

          When it was over, Laura disentangled their sweaty, exhausted 
    bodies, but she did not free Karen from her bonds.  She removed the 
    gag so that the girl could breathe, but left her wrists and ankles 
    secured to the bedframe.  

          "You can let me go now," Karen finally croaked softly, looking 
    blasted by the sexual attack she had experienced.

          Laura simply shook her head, without speaking.

          "Please . . . Laura.  Let me go.  My body hurts."

          "All those orgasms," Laura smiled.  "And it hurts?"

          "You hurt me bad, you bitch," Karen murmured, her eyes veiled 
    with sex, as if it were impossible to say so without recalling the 
    unbelievably intense orgasms such torture produced in her.

          "I'm going to hurt you some more," Laura murmured back.  "I'm 
    not finished."

          "Oh no . . . Laura, please," Karen said pathetically.  "I 
    really hurt bad.  You just about chewed off my nipples.  My clit is 
    throbbing, you whipped it so hard.  It burns."

          Laura was tired too, but during the next half hour she found 
    three or four more ingenious things to do to Karen's enchanting 
    naked body, and Karen came about six more times.

          Laura whipped her sore nipples again, bit them again, whipped 
    her cunt, her clit, raped her savagely with the huge double-dildo in 
    the ass and pussy at the same time, then fucked herself with it 
    while fucking Karen in the ass and pulling the vibrating marbles 
    slowly out of Karen's cunt.  Karen suffered agonies and had several 
    apparently life-threatening sexual climaxes in which she nearly 
    passed out repeatedly.

          By the time it was over, and Laura did free her, she was in 
    bad shape.  Now Laura felt a little guilty and began tenderly 
    caressing Karen's wounded body.

          "I know I was hard on you," she whispered.  "You asked me to 
    be."

          "I know," Karen whispered back.  "Don't feel bad.  You've 
    never made me come as good as this."

          "Do you think . . . you can manage one slow, gentle one like 
    we usually do now?"

          Karen smiled wanly.  "I don't know.  I hurt bad."

          Laura held one of Karen's beautiful, bruised breasts in her 
    hand, looking at the large, gleaming nipple, so sore after what she 
    had done to it but still so beautiful and inviting to her lips.  She 
    licked it tenderly.  Karen winced at first, but then moaned softly 
    in throaty pleasure.

          "Ohhhh Laura . . . god, you're going to make me come again!" 
    she panted.

          "But this time no pain," Laura whispered.  "For either of us.  
    I love to fuck you, Karen."

          But, surprisingly, after what she had been through, Karen was 
    already holding on for dear life, keening and panting and writhing 
    as Laura's hand rubbed her clit and Laura's mouth sucked her 
    throbbing nipples.  In half a minute she had another excruciating 
    orgasm, painful because of the soreness of her body but sublime in 
    its devastating consequences.

          After repaying the favor to Laura, she cooed into Laura's ear.  
    "Last time was the worst.  And this time was worse than that.  How 
    long can we keep seeing each other without serious trouble 
    happening?"

          Laura had wondered the same thing.  "Next time why don't we 
    meet somewhere neutral, not here, not your place, no toys, no . . . 
    handcuffs.  And just make love.  Without all the rest.  And see what 
    happens.  What do you think?"

          Karen kissed her smiling.  "I think it'll be a hell of a lot 
    less fun," she said.  "But I'm willing to try it."

          "Me too," Laura said.

