Keywords: FF, cons, interr, bd, toys, sm, anal
Part: Chapter 66
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 66


          After her return from Dallas, Laura felt an emptiness she had 
    never felt before.  She had got through the two days she was 
    condemned to stay there after her day with Jonelle as if she were a 
    zombie, just going through the motions.  But back home, though the 
    memory was sharp and sweet, she couldn't get rid of the feeling that 
    she and Jonelle would never make love again.

          She had no desire for sex herself.  Unfortunately, there were 
    others who desired her, and she couldn't give them all the brush-
    off, not forever anyway.  The most importunate was Cecilia, of 
    course, also the newest, and still as gorgeous as ever.  Laura gave 
    in and spent an hour after work in bed with her on three separate 
    occasions in one week, fucking wildly, trying to think only of 
    Cecilia, not of Jonelle.

          And of course, Cecilia was an exuberant fucker, and quickly 
    infected Laura with her enthusiasm.  By the end of the week, the day 
    with Jonelle in the Dallas hotel room seemed so far away.

          And Laura had spotted a new interest at the Safeway where she 
    usually shopped, of all places.  There was a pretty young black 
    woman in the bakery there, whom she had noticed a few times in the 
    past.  Sparkling eyes, delicious smile, lovely face.  Since she 
    stood behind the bakery counter, you couldn't tell much else about 
    her.

          But apparently she had been promoted, to assistant manager.  
    Now she was in charge of replenishing the cash drawers, and other 
    miscellaneous tasks.  Laura would hear her paged over the intercom.  
    Her name was Tracy, and now that she had escaped from the bakery 
    counter, Laura could see that Tracy was very attractively built.  
    She had a delightful trim figure and a very tiny waist, accentuated 
    by the little candystriper-manqué costume she had to wear.

          When Laura ran into Tracy in the aisles, she smiled at her.  
    And Tracy smiled back.  She had no idea of the effect she was having 
    on Laura, who had long ago noticed that Tracy wore a wedding ring.  
    God, I really want her, don't I? Laura realized.  She's married, 
    probably has a couple of kids, and all I can think of is ripping 
    that little smock off her and fucking her.

          Burn for Tracy, burn for the delicious Cecilia, burn most of 
    all for Jonelle.  That's me all over, Laura thought, glumly.  She 
    was really ripe for it when Karen phoned her one Friday night.

          "You owe me, honey," Karen breathed hotly into the phone, and 
    Laura promptly caught on fire.

          "We shouldn't be doing that," she said weakly.

          "Does that mean you're turning me down?"

          Laura hesitated.  "No . . . I guess not," she said.  "How 
    could I?"

          "Mmmmmm, I didn't think you would.  If you're good to me . . . 
    I'll be good to you," Karen said, tantalizing Laura.

          And it worked.  Laura realized she was wet, just from this 
    brief conversation.  Her pussy was hot, throbbing, flowing with 
    fuck juice.

          "God, honey, I'll be over in a minute," she breathed into the 
    phone.

          "Don't get in an accident."

          The minute she stepped inside Karen's apartment, she knew that 
    a conflagration was in store.  She could almost smell the smoke 
    already.  It was in Karen's eyes, and she knew Karen must see it in 
    hers.  Trying to restrain their darker urges only fanned the flames.

          And Karen, as she often did for Laura, was wearing a new, 
    provocative item, an abbreviated sort of transparent peignoir that 
    half-concealed and half-revealed all of her delicious dark body.  
    Laura could hardly take her eyes off the girl.  She had recently 
    spent an entire day in bed with the exquisitely beautiful Jonelle, 
    and two successive nights fucking the gorgeous Cecilia after work, 
    and yet she could feel her sexual excitement instantly skyrocket at 
    a mere glimpse of Karen.

          For one thing, it was, as always, the message in Karen's eyes, 
    the exciting menace, the hot sexual daring, the dark invitations.  
    They would do shocking things to one another, suffer acutely, and 
    come in paroxysms of total, blinding sensation that almost 
    obliterated consciousness in exploding flashes of ecstacy. 
 
          For another, it was Karen's body.  Both Jonelle and Cecilia 
    were lean and angular, though Cecilia had breasts of average size, 
    bigger than Jonelle's small paragons, but perfectly proportioned to 
    her body.  But Karen was a full-figured woman, with swelling hips, 
    and large, luscious breasts.  Her body was firm, but more curvaceous 
    than either of the others, and under the filmy gauze of the peignoir 
    as Laura glimpsed it, it was wildly desirable to her.

          They kissed, and she started slipping her hands under the 
    peignoir, raising them up to Karen's full, naked breasts, but Karen 
    pulled quickly back, smiling.

          "Oh no, you're awfully quick at grabbing," she teased.

          Laura smiled.  "You did invite me over here for a little 
    serious screwing, right?"

          Karen laughed.  "You're so much more savage when I tempt you.  
    Make you wait."

          Now Laura was slowly pursuing her around the apartment.  She 
    almost caught her in the kitchen, then in the hallway, then finally 
    did catch her, just outside the door to the bedroom.  She grabbed 
    Karen from behind, closing her hands over Karen's hard, round 
    breasts under the thin fabric, kissing and biting Karen's beautiful 
    black neck passionately.

          "Annghhh!  Oh!  Oh!" Karen gasped.

          Laura spun her around and pinned her against the wall, now 
    sliding her hands up under the peignoir and filling them with 
    Karen's naked breasts, pinching Karen's large, soft, bulbous nipples 
    between her thumbs and forefingers, crushing Karen's mouth under 
    hers.  They were both trembling with wild sexual excitement, 
    panting, whimpering frantically.

          "Oh god . . . I want you to do everything to me!" Karen 
    gasped.

          "I'm going to rape you," Laura whispered into her ear, 
    squeezing her breasts hard.

          "Yes!"

          "Now."

          "Yes!"

          Laura pulled the peignoir over Karen's head in one motion, 
    flung it down the hallway, then scooped up Karen's breasts in her 
    hands and dropped her mouth to them.  She wasn't gentle, nor did 
    Karen want her to be.  She sucked the girl's black, bulging nipples 
    hard, and when Karen began moaning, she drug her down onto the floor 
    in the hallway.

          "Fuck me, honey, fuck me," Karen whimpered.

          Laura did fuck her, hard, rapidly, sharply, biting her big wet 
    nipples and plunging two fingers deep into Karen's hot, runny pussy. 

          "Unhh!  Oh . . . unhgg god!  Unhh!" Karen moaned, churning her 
    hips, delirious, groaning and panting in a wild sexual frenzy.  
    "Unggh . . . oh shit yes oh!  Ungghh!  Oh yes Laura harder . . . I . 
    . . oh yes hard!  Anngghhh!  Oh now now!  Auugnnnhhhhh!"

          She came violently, writhing and squirming under Laura, 
    moaning as each wave of pleasure buckled her arching body.  Both of 
    them were still panting from this explosion when Karen began quickly 
    to undress Laura.  Fortunately, Laura was dressed in casual clothes, 
    which came off easily.  Karen pinned her to the floor and fucked her 
    hard, and Laura too came violently in about two more minutes.

          When it was over, they both lay on the floor, surrounded by 
    Laura's hastily-shed clothes, and began giggling softly together.

          "How many times have we ended up on the floor like this, 
    screwing like two wild animals?" Laura asked.

          "I lost count," Karen said.  "Together, we are two wild 
    animals."

          Laura was willing to entertain the idea.  She couldn't imagine 
    herself fucking this way with Jonelle, or Cecilia, or Brandi.  But 
    she and Yvette had done it a few times, so overcome with lust that 
    they couldn't stop one another.

          "Ah, but what we're going to do, no wild animal would ever 
    think of," Laura said, darkly.

          Their eyes locked together, burning with the perverse 
    excitement they felt.  The heated, frenzied animalistic coupling 
    they had just experienced was only a prelude to the orgy of pain and 
    shockingly deep orgasms that was about to start.  Wordlessly, they 
    helped each other to their feet, and went on into Karen's bedroom.  
    She shut the door behind them, and somehow Laura knew this encounter 
    would be their deepest yet, that they would soon exceed the 
    boundaries even they had feared to go beyond in the past.

          Her stomach churned.  She could feel her whole body tingle 
    with fear and anticipation.

          Standing beside Karen's huge king-size bed, they embraced 
    slowly, watching their naked breasts come together, their nipples 
    meeting, then their mouths, in a long kiss that expressed all their 
    familiarity and their deep, abiding hunger for each other. 

          "Are you afraid?" Laura whispered in Karen's ear.

          "A little.  Are you?"

          "Should I be?"

          "Don't you feel it?"

          "Yes."

          "Let's just be careful," Karen murmured, almost inaudibly.  
    "No blood.  It was always our rule.  No blood.  Anything else is 
    possible."

          Laura nodded as they drew apart.  She watched as Karen stooped 
    and drew the long white rope from under the bed, then went to the 
    drawer and removed the ball gag and the small whip with the square 
    leather patch on the end of it.  

          "There's baby oil in the bedstand drawer," she said quietly, 
    also taking the black goody bag from the closet, the one containing 
    devices that had made Laura, and Karen, scream in violent 
    convulsions of pain and rapture in the past.

          Laura could feel the racing of her blood jump up a notch just 
    at the sight of the bag.  Oh god! she thought.  How could either of 
    us ever give this up?

          "Me first," Karen said, with a wink.  

          Laura knew that she meant she got to be first on the receiving 
    end.  Karen sat down on the bed while Laura picked up the rope.  She 
    caressed Karen's jutting breasts with the coils of rope, rubbing it 
    over her swelling black nipples.

          "I'm going to do these last, so I can take my time with them," 
    she murmured, menacingly.

          Karen closed her eyes and shivered.  She submitted obediently 
    as Laura quickly tied her wrists together and knotted them to the 
    headstand.  Then she spread her legs and watched as Laura tied each 
    ankle to opposite ends of the footposts.  Karen's pussy was very wet 
    and shiny, a bright, glistening, black-lipped magenta gash in a nest 
    of dense black curls.

          Laura loved it.  Karen's thighs were beautiful, the color of 
    rich chocolate, not rippling with muscle like Brandi's, but firm and 
    sleek and full, and between them . . . this delicious wet black-
    lipped pussy.  

          "I hope you don't think I'm going to torture this beauty 
    without tasting it first," she murmured to Karen, her eyes heavy-
    lidded with lust as she crouched between Karen's splayed thighs.

          And for the next ten minutes she kissed and tongued and licked 
    and otherwise toyed with Karen's pussy, never letting Karen come, 
    but bringing her to the edge several times, until Karen was panting, 
    her beautiful stomach heaving up and down, her eyes glassy.  And now 
    that Karen was so aroused, Laura began to tie up her extraordinary 
    breasts.

          She looped the rope twice around one large, beautifully-shaped 
    round globe, slowly tightening it and watching Karen's black, 
    bulbous nipple swell and bulge.  So many times she had licked, 
    sucked, bitten, squeezed this beautiful globe of flesh, hearing 
    Karen cry out, in both pain and ecstacy, and yet her desire to do it 
    again never faded.

          "It's so beautiful," she whispered, touching the soft edge of 
    Karen's large, protruding black nipple with her fingertips.

          She cinched the rope a little tighter.  Karen gasped softly.  
    Her eyes watered.  Laura ran another loop of rope around Karen's 
    bulging breast, then ran the rope around Karen's back, under her 
    other arm, and looped it around Karen's other breast.   

          Now each breast was encircled by several coils of rope.  They 
    tended to pull apart because Laura had run the rope behind Karen's 
    back.  So now she crisscrossed the rope under and over Karen's 
    breasts, letting the ends of it meet between them, so that both 
    breasts were pulled back even closer together, swelling even more 
    from the strain.

          By now Karen was whimpering and panting rapidly.  Her large 
    bulbous nipples flared and gleamed.  Laura wanted to taste them, to 
    torment them.  She knotted the rope underneath the bulging globes.  
    Then she began the slow torture that would end in the explosive 
    ecstacies Karen was seeking.

          She started by kissing Karen's bulging, shiny, black nipples, 
    teasing them with her tongue.  Karen writhed and moaned softly, 
    watching Laura's mouth toy with her entrapped breasts.

          "I didn't get it too tight, did I?" Laura asked, knowing from 
    experience that wrapping the coils too tightly would shut off or 
    dull the sensations, which would defeat their purpose.

          "A little," Karen panted.  "They're getting numb."

          "Oh . . . poor baby.  Here, let me loosen them."

         Carefully, she unknotted the rope, gently loosening the coils, 
    which made Karen's full, hard, strangled breasts jiggle a little.  
    Then she knotted it again.

          "Okay . . . no more reprieves," she smiled, letting the menace 
    flow into her eyes, knowing how it would arouse Karen.

          Now instead of tickling Karen's nipples with her tongue, she 
    began to suck them, one at a time, digging her fingers into each 
    hard round breast as she sucked.  When both nipples were erect and 
    wet and pointing, she began to pinch them, then suck them hard, 
    letting each large, stiffened nipple slide out of her mouth but 
    catching it between her teeth, looking up into Karen's eyes as the 
    nipple slowly scraped past her lightly-clamped teeth to freedom. 

         This treatment drove Karen nearly delirious with sexual 
    excitement.  She was able to watch everything, and though there had 
    been no pain yet, Laura's teasing had aroused her to a high level of 
    need.  

          "Oh god . . . Laura ohhnnn!  Anngghh!  Oh yes, do it hard!  
    God . . . oh Jesus oh shit . . . yes!  Unghh!  Unh!  Oh!" she 
    panted, quivering and writhing in need.

          "You're going to come, aren't you," Laura teased, knowing she 
    could make Karen come in an instant now, but holding back.

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

          "But I thought you wanted . . . this," Laura smiled, reaching 
    down to the end of the bed and picking up the small, thin whip with 
    one hand.

          Terror and need mingled in Karen's dark eyes, but she was not 
    yet reduced to the helplessness that Laura wanted.  

          "Oh my, you're so wet, honey," Laura said, running her fingers 
    along the glistening, puffy lips of Karen's open pussy.  "You must 
    really be horny.  Look, you're getting the sheet all wet.  Mmmm, I 
    bet that tastes good."

          She slid down between Karen's quaking thighs and began licking 
    her oozing pussy, driving Karen into a frenzy.  In under a minute 
    Karen was moaning deliriously, her hips churning wildly in 
    involuntary fuck motions, and just a few flicks of her tongue 
    against Karen's clit told Laura that the girl might come, if she 
    weren't careful.  

          So she pulled back, purring to the tormented girl, stroking 
    her squirming body, dangling her own breasts in Karen's face.  
    Finally, she picked up the gag and began to fasten it in place.  By 
    now Karen's eyes pleaded with her, and before the ball went into her 
    mouth, she begged Laura.

          "Laura . . . do me hard," she panted, her face contorted with 
    fierce need.  "Fuck me, bite me, bite my nipples, whip me, do it 
    hard, don't hold back, please, please Laura, ohhh, oh god I need it 
    I want it now now, do it hard, please!"

          And then the ball slipped between her teeth, and Laura 
    fastened the belt on the side of her face.  Again she dropped her 
    attention to Karen's strangled breasts, sucking and tormenting 
    Karen's nipples.  Karen went wild.  Laura knew that if she bit them, 
    as Karen craved, Karen would come.  Too soon.

          Then Laura had an idea.  Karen was so close that only a few 
    blows from the whip would make her come unbelievably.  But even more 
    was possible.  Quickly, she jumped off the bed and retrieved the 
    goody bag from the closet, opening it as she returned.  She sat it 
    beside her on the bed, then picked up the whip again.  

          With the flat leather pad on the tip of the shaft, she began 
    to toy with Karen's bulging nipples, still wet with Laura's saliva.  
    She tapped each one lightly with it, just to give Karen the joy of 
    anticipation.  Then she bent her mouth close again to each breast, 
    sucking each large, bursting bud sharply, making Karen whinny behind 
    the gag with unbearable need.

          Now she opened the goody bag and took out the four-pronged 
    device that she and Karen had last used months back.  She reached 
    over to the bedstand and got the small bottle of baby oil.  Quickly, 
    she oiled the four big dildoes, then lay the device behind her, 
    clearing everything else off the bed, readying it for action, since 
    she knew a horrifically violent fucking was about to occur.

          Karen seemed to know it too.  Her bound, luscious body writhed 
    and squirmed excitedly as Laura brought the flat tip of the whip 
    back to her breasts.  And now she was not so gentle.  She snapped 
    each bulging, protruding, shiny nipple twice with the whip, bringing 
    throttled cries from Karen's throat, and a sharp grimace to her face 
    under the gag-mask.

          Then, knowing that the slightest thing could make Karen come, 
    she trailed the tip of the whip slowly down Karen's lovely, sleek, 
    heaving belly to her crotch.  By now Karen was delirious, quivering, 
    squirming, whimpering uncontrollably.  Her entire gorgeous body 
    froze with fear as the leather pad trailed across her distended 
    clit.  

          Laura gave her a sinister smile, tickling Karen's clit, then 
    her wet, inflamed cuntlips, with it.  Then, knowing neither of them 
    could bear any more delay, without warning she raised it and snapped 
    it hard into Karen's gaping, glistening pink pussy.  The gag 
    prevented Karen's shrieks from escaping, but Laura could hear them 
    anyway.  

          Again Laura raised the whip, snapping Karen's open, puckering 
    pussy twice, then raising the tip to her clit, giving it three 
    solid, hard whacks.  Karen's delicious, writhing body went into 
    convulsions as she came, cawing and gurgling as a savage orgasm 
    wrenched her.  While she was still coming, Laura dropped the whip 
    and quickly grabbed the well-oiled dildo device behind her on the 
    bed.

          She slid two of the prongs up into Karen's ass and pussy, then 
    gasped and whimpered involuntarily as the other two penetrated her 
    own body.  But now she was ready.  She flung herself forward onto 
    Karen's spasming body, ramming her groin into Karen's, fucking them 
    both with all four large prongs, groaning and shuddering herself 
    with the fierce sensations.  Her mouth descended on Karen's bursting 
    nipples, sucking and biting them ferociously, and the two of them 
    quickly dissolved into a thrashing, whinnying, delirious mass of 
    climaxing flesh, their linked bodies wracked by wave after wave of 
    almost unbearable rapture.

          When it was over, they lay slumped and tangled together, 
    gasping desperately for breath.  Karen was still tied and gagged, 
    but Laura quickly had the presence of mind to loosen the clasp of 
    the leather mask, releasing the ball from her mouth.  Both of them 
    were still groaning softly, throbbing.  Karen's face was slick with 
    tears.

          "God . . . now I know why we do this," she croaked softly into 
    Laura's ear.

          Slowly, Laura drew back, pulling the monstrous dildoes out of 
    her own body and Karen's.  Both of them winced as the huge things 
    came free.

          "Me too," Laura whispered.  "Shame on us."  She winked 
    ruefully at Karen and began to untie her.

          While Laura untied her breasts, Karen daubed at her wet face 
    with the edge of the sheet.  "Sorry for crying, but you hurt me 
    bad."

          But Laura was kissing her breasts even as she untied them, and 
    Karen couldn't help responding.

          "Ouch!  Ohhh . . . they hurt," she gasped, wincing as Laura's 
    lips drew one large, soft, black nipple into her mouth.

          "I want to make them better," Laura purred to her.

          Neither one of them could believe what was actually happening, 
    after what they had just been through, particularly after what Laura 
    had put Karen, and Karen's rope-throttled breasts, through.  But 
    when they got wound this tight, even an episode of extravagant 
    orgasms sometimes wasn't enough to stop either one.

          Even though her breasts and nipples clearly hurt, Karen was 
    aroused again by Laura's mouth on them.  Wincing in pain, she also 
    moaned excitedly, begging Laura not to stop.

          "Oh god . . . honey oh shit it hurts!  But I'm going to come!  
    Please . . . do it keep it up oh yes do it Laura, suck hard!  Oh!  
    Unh!"

          Laura didn't want to hurt her any more either, but she 
    couldn't stop when Karen was so deliriously eager, twisting and 
    panting almost hysterically as the mixture of pain and pleasure 
    aroused her to the bursting point.

          "Angghh!  Oh god!" she gasped.  "Oh . . . fuck my pussy with 
    your hand, quick, please Laura, do it!  Unnghh!  Oucchh!  Oh god, it 
    hurts too!  Fuck me  . . . yes, hard!  Ungghhh!  Oh god . . . now!  
    Unngghiiieeee!"

          She came sharply, a buckling, searing orgasm that left her 
    almost breathless, her body arching and shuddering fiercely as spasm 
    after intense spasm shook her.  Then she fell back to the bed, again 
    weeping helplessly, and still panting.  Laura now enfolded Karen in 
    her arms, kissing her wet cheeks, and purring words of comfort and 
    consolation to her.

          "God, I'm a blubbering idiot," Karen finally smiled, as her 
    tears subsided.  "Nobody has ever fucked me as hard as you do.  Not 
    even those guys."

          "Not true," Laura said.  "But they never hurt you like I do."

          "I know."  Karen examined her body.  "How can you do that 
    without drawing blood?"

          "Mmmmm, we expert torturers are much in demand," Laura teased.  
    "Does it really hurt?" she asked, concerned, now that the sexual 
    firestorm of the moment had passed.

          "It hurts like hell," Karen said, wincing as she touched one 
    of her raw nipples.  "But when I'm coming . . . god, it's 
    excruciating.  Better than anything.  But then you know that," she 
    said, darkly, reaching out to caress Laura's body, as yet untouched 
    by pain.  "Are you ready?  Do you want it?"

          Laura shut her eyes, suddenly feeling a fierce uprush of 
    sexual excitement, unmatched even by the feelings of torturing and 
    fucking Karen that she had experienced only minutes ago.  This 
    uprush nearly took her breath away.  She also had a flash of a 
    thought of Jonelle, as if Jonelle were watching her give her body 
    this way to Karen, letting herself be hurt, even begging for it, in 
    order to forget.

          And she was, as always, genuinely afraid.  "Don't hurt me 
    bad," she begged.  "Just because I did it to you.  You wanted me 
    to."

          "You want it too," Karen said in a soft voice, her eyes now 
    glittering with menace.

          Laura felt her whole body grow soft with a submissive 
    obedience she felt only at these moments, with Karen, a total 
    surrender.  She let herself be tied to the bed without the smallest 
    protest, then watched while Karen tied up her breasts with the rope 
    just as elaborately, slowly, and ingeniously, as she had tied 
    Karen's.  They bulged and discolored a little, growing pinker, her 
    nipples swelling and protruding, but Karen had learned from 
    experience not to tie them too tightly.

          "No matter how many times we do this, it always drives us 
    crazy, doesn't it," Karen said in a low, husky voice.  "Look how wet 
    you are."

          She ran two fingers up and down the gaping, shiny furrow of 
    Laura's sopping-wet pussy, licking them sensually afterward, her 
    eyes never leaving Laura's.

          "I hope you know what I'm going to do to this sweet, beautiful 
    pussy," she said, eyes on fire.

          "Oh god!" Laura gulped softly.

          Slowly Karen began to fuck Laura's wet pussy with two fingers, 
    in deep, out very slowly, then in deep again.  Laura's hips gyrated 
    in rhythm with each penetration, her eyes on Karen's hand.

          "I'm going to fuck this pussy, and suck this pussy, and lick 
    this beautiful pussy, and . . . you know the rest."

          They both glanced down at the whip, still laying where Laura 
    had dropped it on the bed, as she had grabbed the dildo contraption.  
    An involuntary shiver gripped Laura.  Could she stand it again?  She 
    had seen the pain in Karen's face.  And also the fierce orgasms.

          But she had no time to dwell on it.  Already Karen was leaning 
    over her, dangling her large, pear-shaped black breasts over 
    Laura's, brushing Laura's distended, swollen nipples with her own 
    bulbous black ones, now raw from Laura's merciless teeth.  This 
    always excited them both, and when Karen's mouth dropped to her 
    breasts, Laura began to squirm and whimper.

          Karen tongued and sucked them gently at first, but Laura knew 
    it wouldn't last, and soon she could feel the sharp edges of Karen's 
    teeth on her wet, erect, bursting nipples.

          "Oh!  Ohhhnnn god . . . baby, please!" she moaned to Karen, 
    arching her back, pushing her throbbing nipples up into Karen's 
    increasingly savage mouth.

          And now Karen began literally devouring Laura's breasts, 
    squeezing the hard, strangled balls with her fingers and sucking 
    Laura's pulsing nipples deep into her mouth.  Laura began to moan 
    and cry out.

          "Unnhh . . . oh, owwncchh!  Anngghh!  Oh . . . Karen, ungghh!  
    Oh ouchhh!  Annggghh!  Oh god, you're hurting me!"

          "Mmmmm, you must be ready for the gag," Karen smiled, a 
    sinister smile.

          "Yes," Laura nodded frantically.  "Please!  Oh baby, fuck me 
    hard!"

          "You don't have to worry about that, sweetheart," Karen said, 
    as she pulled the harness into place around Laura's head, and 
    snapped the ball into Laura's mouth.

          Now Laura looked down and saw Karen let one of her wet, 
    throbbing nipples slide from her lips to be clamped by her teeth.  
    Karen pulled up on it, biting harder, until Laura's entrapped breast 
    was being pulled up too, and her nipple was stretched tight.  Karen 
    caught the distorted ball of Laura's breast both hands and almost 
    swallowed the nipple, sucking it back deep into her mouth, then 
    closing her teeth on it sharply. 

          Laura screamed with pain, into the gag.  Almost immediately, 
    Karen released her throbbing breast and did the same thing to the 
    other one, making Laura rise up off the bed with pain.  Then she 
    released it too, sliding down Laura's shuddering body and beginning 
    to feast on Laura's pussy, quickly bringing Laura to the edge of an 
    orgasm, which was not hard, but then pulling up sharply before Laura 
    came.

          Now Laura was raw with need and throbbing with pain.  She knew 
    the end result would make the difference, but right now the 
    suffering was intense.  And Karen was not one to go easy on her, 
    especially after what she had received from Laura only a while 
    earlier.  As if through a red haze, she saw the whip in Karen's 
    hand, then watched as the tip of it came down on one of her 
    reddened, swollen, stiff nipples with a hard thwack, making her jump 
    and shriek into the gag in the grip of blinding pain.

          Karen followed this with several more blows to the same 
    nipple, and to Laura's other nipple, until Laura was surging up off 
    the bed, yanking at the ropes that held her wrists and ankles, 
    groaning and whimpering at the fiery pain that shot through her 
    breasts with each touch of the whip.  But now too she could feel the 
    hot perverted stirrings of the climactic explosion that would finish 
    her off.  Beyond the pain was a faint throbbing core of ecstacy that 
    was growing, growing, swelling, throbbing harder.

          And through the tears in her eyes she could see Karen 
    insolently trailing the whip's savage tip down her belly to her 
    thighs, tickling them with it, making Laura moan and twist to get 
    away, impossibly.  And now it was between her thighs, in her groin, 
    brushing her wet pussy.  Oh god oh shit oh Jesus oh god! Laura said 
    over and over to herself, shaking now hysterically as she knew the 
    pain that was still in store for her.  And yet she could feel the 
    core of ecstacy--sick, perverted, incredible sexual bliss--still 
    growing, swelling, throbbing. 

          But nothing could prepare her for the true shock and 
    excruciating pain of the whip against her pussy.  It was much worse 
    than the first time, and Karen was holding nothing back.  A 
    stabbing, white-hot pain shot through her body as the tip of the 
    whip struck her clit.  Once.  Twice.  Three times, four.  And then 
    she exploded in a fierce cataclysm of excruciating coming, groaning 
    and screaming into the gag as her body was wrenched by horrific 
    convulsions of ecstacy.

          She came and came, and Karen flung herself onto Laura, sucking 
    and biting her nipples, then eating and hand-fucking her pussy until 
    Laura came again.  And just when her aching, sore body seemed to be 
    descending from the high pitch of sensation, she felt the end of the 
    whip lightly kiss her pussylips again.  Oh no! she thought, her eyes 
    pleading with Karen to stop.  But Karen was smiling, and she brought 
    the whip-end up to Laura's burning clit and tapped it lightly.

          "Ommggnhhh!" Laura groaned into the gag.  

          "I know you're not finished, baby," Karen murmured.  "I know 
    it."

          "Ungghhmm!  Ggnnoohmmm!"  Laura shook her head desperately.

          She didn't know if she could take any more.  But she also had 
    no choice.  Karen grimaced, raised the whip, then brought it down 
    savagely onto Laura's swollen cunt again, three, four, five times.  
    Writhing and screaming, Laura exploded in hot, violent coming again, 
    her body thrashing and straining at the ropes as molten honeyfire 
    gushed through her veins.

          This time she almost passed out, but when Karen dropped the 
    whip and began fucking her again, she surprised herself by coming 
    two more times, both fierce, wrenching, killing orgasms that left 
    her almost completely destroyed.  She was finished, and Karen knew 
    it this time.

          Quickly, she untied and ungagged Laura, kissing and caressing 
    and soothing her the way Laura had done to Karen. 
 
          "Oh god, you're right," Laura wept softly as they embraced.  
    "We fuck each other too hard.  I hurt everywhere.  You hurt me."

          "I know, I know, baby," Karen murmured contritely, trying to 
    caress Laura without hurting her more.

          "My pussy is on fire," Laura said.

          "It was on fire a different way a few minutes ago," Karen 
    reminded her.

          "I know.  How many times did I come?"

          "I think five or six.  Thought you were gonna pass out."

          "Me too.  God, my body hurts."

          "Sorry, baby.  Mine too.  Goes with the territory."

          This time they didn't even have their customary healing fuck, 
    in which they gently and lovingly brought each other to a final 
    climax, as if to make up for the brutal treatment they had given one 
    another earlier.  Instead, they embraced and dozed and stroked each 
    other, but went no further.

          "I don't know about you, but I don't think I can come again 
    for weeks," Laura whispered.

          "I feel the same way.  We did it this time, didn't we."

          Laura nodded.  "But I'm not sorry."

          "I'm not either.  But maybe next time we should see if we can 
    still screw the old-fashioned way, you know?  Without using anything 
    but our hands and mouths and, you know . . ."

          Laura smiled and kissed her.  "I know.  Good idea."

          And in the back of her mind, she was thinking, Fat chance.


