Keywords: FF, cons, interr, bd, anal, rough, sm
Part: Chapter 29
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance




          It was only a matter of a few hours before a call to Karen 
    brought her to Laura's apartment.  They saw each other only rarely 
    now, but each was there for the other in moments of need.  

          And Laura understood her own need.  It was almost impossible to 
    deny.  She knew she felt the need of punishment, for being so 
    perverted as to want Yvette in the first place.  And she also needed 
    physical pain to drive away the mental and emotional anguish of 
    losing the girl.  Rob, she knew, could give her both, but he would 
    feel guilty doing it. 

          But Karen.  Karen knew the causes, exactly as Laura knew them.  
    And pain was the very spice of sex to her.  She couldn't reach her 
    most intense orgasms without it.  And she could give as well, and as 
    ingeniously, as she could receive.  

          It had been months since they were together, and they both were 
    delighted to rediscover each other with a fresh, excited passion.  
    Karen's body, in spite of the pain she inflicted on it or sought out 
    from others, was more beautiful and flawless than ever.  Laura 
    carefully undressed her, then let Karen have the full repetoire of 
    her skills, bringing the girl to two violent orgasms in under five 
    minutes.  After Karen returned the favor, and they had shared a third 
    simultaneous, explosive climax, they relaxed and talked.

          "Ever been fucked by two guys at the same time?" Karen asked 
    her.

          Laura nodded.  "When I had the blues about Rina once, I got 
    Rick and his brother Jamie to do me that way.  In fact, they did it 
    to me about ten times.  I'm surprised I'm still alive."

          Karen broke out in a wide smile.  "I know what you mean," she 
    said.  "They're the same guys who did me."

          "Really?"

          "Just last week.  They have huge dongs.  But then, you know 
    that.  I thought they were going to rip me to pieces." 

          "You loved it."

          Karen just grinned.  "Then you know what they did?  They both 
    jammed their cocks into my poor pussy at the same time.  Had to hold 
    me down to do it.  God, it hurt."

          Laura had never even imagined such a thing.  "How did they do 
    that?"

          "One behind, one in front.  But when they're that big, your 
    pussy really has to stretch.  That's the part that hurts.  But I'll 
    tell you, the feeling of two huge cocks going off inside me really 
    got me going.  I came about five times while they were doing it."

          "You're getting me hot again," Laura said, swarming all over 
    Karen's body.

          They kissed and caressed for several minutes, until both were 
    moaning and squirming.  Then Laura brought it up.

          "I want you to . . ." she began, faltering.

          "Rape you," Karen finished.  

          Laura nodded.  "And more."

          "And hurt you."

          Laura nodded again.  "To make the other hurt go away."

          "You know it won't last."

          "I know."

          But Karen, having delivered her warning, was not one to turn an 
    opportunity away.  She knew if she gave Laura what Laura wanted, then 
    Laura would not be able to refuse her own requests, no matter how 
    sick, twisted, or bizarre.  And, Laura found yet again, Karen's 
    ingenuity knew no bounds.

          Laura had four dining room chairs with thin wooden dowels 
    spaced about three inches apart on the backs.  Karen sat her 
    backwards in one chair, then carefully maneuvered each of Laura's 
    breasts through the slats until they protruded completely on the 
    other side, swollen and bulging.  Then from her bag she pulled a long 
    coil of thin, black, shiny leather.

          Just the sight of it somehow made Laura's cunt flow with 
    nectar.  And when Karen began looping it around Laura's entrapped 
    breasts, binding them to the chair dowels, she began to tremble 
    uncontrollably.  Karen kissed her and teased her, licking her 
    distended, flaring nipples.  Finally, Laura's breasts were hard, 
    bulging, purplish gourds, completely lashed to the chair back.

          Her running cunt had already dampened the chair seat.  She was 
    trembling with fierce excitement.  Karen took from her goody bag a 
    long feather, and a rod with a small, flat, square piece of leather 
    on the end of it.  

          She smiled at Laura.  "Would you like to be part of a little 
    experiment?" she asked in a husky voice.

          Laura could barely speak.  "Do it.  Do it all to me.  And do it 
    quick.  Please."

          Thoughts of Yvette were gone.  This was the true, sick, wild, 
    explosive sex that she and Karen always had together, and nothing 
    could make them stop.

          Slowly, ingeniously, Karen began to caress Laura's throttled, 
    strangled, hard, bulging breasts with the feather, running it all 
    over the round, glossy globes, teasing Laura's swelling, popping 
    nipples with it.  In only seconds Laura was panting and squirming 
    uncontrollably.  But the sensations drove her crazy.  They heightened 
    her need without any prospect of fulfillment.  The soft, feathery 
    sensations made her want hard, brutal treatment, rough pinches and 
    bites and sucking that would make her come.

          And Karen seemed to know it.  After several minutes of 
    excruciating torment with the feather, she turned to the small whip, 
    first caressing Laura's breasts with it, then tapping Laura's nipples 
    with the square leather pad, only whetting Laura's appetite.

          "Do you want me to do it hard?" she whispered, tantalizing 
    Laura.

          "God . . . please!"  Laura's voice came in a strangled cry.  
    "Owwhngng!" she gasped as the whip end fell on her left, bulging 
    nipple.

          She had never been whipped, anywhere.  Karen and she, Laura 
    thought, had scraped the bottoms of sexual perversion together, but 
    never had they thought of whipping, until now.  The stinging arrows 
    of pain that shot through her entrapped breast and swollen nipple 
    were almost not painful, so wildly, sexually stimulating were they.  
    Karen quickly landed a hot, sharp blow on her other nipple, then 
    whipped them alternately with sharp, snapping blows, until tears were 
    spilling down Laura's cheeks and she was mewling deliriously in the 
    grip of a horrible, sick sexual need.

          "God, honey, suck me . . . suck me!" she babbled in soft, 
    demented pleas to Karen.  "God, make me come . . . please!"

          Karen's eyes were wide and pulsing with lust too.  She dropped 
    the whip and sank to her knees, her beautiful face level with Laura's 
    engorged, tortured breasts, licking and teasing them with her lips 
    while she untied the thin leather bonds.

          "We have to let the feeling back into them, before they get 
    numb," she murmured, squeezing and licking Laura's aching breasts, 
    making Laura moan even more wildly with need.

          But Karen was, as usual, right.  Laura's breasts were almost 
    numb from being so tightly bound and then tickled and whipped.  
    Without the leather thong around them, they were imprisoned only by 
    the dowels of the chair back.  The feeling came back into them 
    immediately, and Karen's mouth quickly had her keening and shuddering 
    on the edge of a fierce climax. 

          Karen slipped one hand through the dowels and slid two fingers 
    up into Laura's sopping wet pussy.  She sucked one of Laura's large 
    nipples deep into her mouth, then bit it sharply and yanked Laura's 
    pussy at the same time roughly, mashing the palm of her hand into 
    Laura's clit.  And Laura spilled over in gushing torrents of coming 
    instantly.

          She had never come quite like this, trapped in a sitting 
    position on the chair, holding onto the top of it and shaking and 
    sobbing and moaning as fierce, raking, stabbing spasms of pleasure 
    ripped her flesh.  The orgasm left her in a cloud of throbbing 
    sensations, and she only half-glimpsed Karen, who was hurriedly 
    taking something else out of her bag, this time a small saddle-like 
    rubber object with an upright prong like a cock.  And she also had 
    her long double-dildo. 

          Karen got behind Laura on the chair, pushing Laura's pelvis 
    forward, so that Laura could feel the copious wet cunt juices she had 
    oozed onto the seat.  Almost before she knew what was happening, 
    Karen had slipped the prong into her ass, and one end of the dildo 
    into her pussy.  Then Karen fed the other end of the dildo into her 
    own pussy.

          She sat behind Laura on the chair and began fucking Laura in a 
    wild, frenetic fashion.  The huge, cunt-splitting dildo rammed up 
    into Laura's pussy, jamming the prong up into her ass at the same 
    time.  Karen's large, firm breasts mashed into Laura's naked back, 
    and Karen bit her neck, groaning and fucking them both with fierce, 
    urgent passion.  Karen reached around Laura, grabbing Laura's 
    breasts, which were still imprisoned by the dowels of the chairback, 
    squeezing them and pinching Laura's nipples until Laura was moaning 
    wildly, swept up in a firestorm of sexual delirium.

          The weird novelty of the situation heightened each girl's fiery 
    lust, until they were grunting and panting and fucking like two 
    frenzied animals, the chair rocking with their violent motion, their 
    bodies clenching and driving for the ultimate explosion.  When it hit 
    them, they nearly tipped over the chair.  A sharp orgasm rent Laura's 
    body, ripping up through her like a hot, huge spike of scalding 
    pleasure.  Karen gripped her savagely from behind and screamed as her 
    own wrenching climax tore through her quivering body.

          "Just when I think we can't possibly do anything more exciting 
    than we've done together in the past, you come up with this," Laura 
    confessed later, when they had disentangled their bodies and let 
    their heart rates return to normal.

          Karen's black eyes sparkled.  "You're going to do it to me, 
    aren't you?" she asked.

          "How can I refuse?" Laura smiled, feeling her blood heat up 
    again at the thought.

          Together they forced Karen's luscious, slightly larger breasts 
    through the gaps in the dowels.  But Laura couldn't help pausing to 
    caress and kiss them, then suck Karen's bulging black nipples.

          "How can they still be so beautiful when you torture them so?" 
    she asked softly, as Karen moaned and sighed with pleasure.

          "Because I don't let anybody but you do this," Karen murmured.  
    "I know how you feel about them."

          "Mmmmmmm," Laura teased.  She let Karen feel her teeth, lightly 
    nipping one huge, swollen nipple.  "But I want to swallow them."

          Carefully, using the thin black thong of leather, she looped 
    coils around Karen's entrapped breasts, tying them to the dowels.  
    Even before she was finished, Karen was panting, mewling softly.

          "You're going to have to gag me, honey," she whimpered.  "I 
    can't keep it in.  I want you to bring me there, then pull me back, 
    like you can do, about five or six times, before you let me come.  
    And don't touch anything but my boobs."

          "Mmmmm, but can I do anything I want to them?" Laura smiled.  
    "To make you come, I mean?"

          Karen briefly shut her eyes, breathing deeply from the intense 
    excitement.  "Anything," she whispered.  "Everything."

          Surprisingly, one thing Karen had not brought in her goody bag 
    was a gag, though Laura knew she had several.  But she knew what 
    would heighten Karen's state of arousal.  She took her own panties 
    from the floor and wadded them into a ball, then put it in Karen's 
    mouth and tied it there with a piece of twine.

          Now Karen was gagged, her large, perfect breasts tied to the 
    dowels, swollen and hard, her large black nipples protruding and 
    glossy, looking like they would burst.  First Laura took the long 
    feather and skillfully tormented Karen until she was squirming and 
    moaning, squeezing her own throttled breasts with her hands, trying 
    to make the tickling stop.

          But Laura would not stop.  She prolonged the agony much more 
    than Karen had done to her, drawing it out, tickling Karen's huge, 
    sensitive nipples with the feather's tip until Karen's eyes implored 
    her to stop, or to go on, to get rougher.  Realizing that kissing or 
    sucking them might make Karen come prematurely, Laura nevertheless 
    couldn't resist chancing it.  She knelt and held the distended gourds 
    in her hands, cleverly licking Karen's nipples, and sucking each one 
    very briefly but sharply, bringing hot yelps of need from deep in 
    Karen's throat.

          By then Karen was nearly insane with need.  Laura picked up the 
    whip.  Slowly, she ran the square leather tab on the end of it over 
    Karen's strangled, bulging breasts, tickling her now with the leather 
    instead of the feather.  She let Karen feel the flat, smooth leather 
    on her bursting nipples, then dipped it between her breasts, 
    caressing the underside of each distended globe.  Karen nearly went 
    crazy.  She grimaced, groaning into the gag, her body tensing, 
    quivering with intense sexual excitement.

          Now Laura brought the flat tip of the whip back to one of 
    Karen's huge, bursting nipples.  She began tapping it lightly.  
    Karen's eyes widened.  She shut her eyes, then opened them again as 
    Laura tapped harder.  Finally, Laura gave the swollen nipple a sharp 
    thwack with the whip.

          Karen winced and moaned softly.  Tears glistened in her eyes.  
    Laura snapped her nipple again, but harder.  This time a grimace of 
    pain contorted Karen's face.  But even though she knew nothing could 
    get Laura to stop, there was no sign in her glistening eyes that she 
    wanted mercy.  Instead, there was an insane, pulsing lust, wanting 
    more, more.

          And Laura knew why.  When Karen had done it to her, the pain of 
    the whip had been obliterated by the fierce sexual excitement it 
    aroused.  She let the tip of the whip fall on Karen's other breast in 
    the same way, and the same muffled howl of twisted ecstacy came from 
    the girl's throat.  Now the tears began to spill down Karen's cheeks 
    as her eyes begged Laura for more.  Laura raised the whip and 
    thwacked Karen's huge, bulging nipple three more times.

          Now Karen's body began to quiver.  Laura knew the telltale 
    signs.  She knew Karen would come in seconds, if she kept this up.  
    So, according to their agreement, she pulled back.  She dropped the 
    whip and began cooing to the girl, teasing her, kissing her, not 
    touching Karen's entrapped, swollen breasts at all for several 
    minutes.

          But when she did return to the bulging gourds, she again 
    aroused Karen slowly, tickling her breasts with the feather once 
    more, then snapping Karen's swelling nipples with the whip until 
    Karen's cheeks were again slick with tears, and low, frantic moaning 
    came from her muffled throat.  

          Twice more Laura repeated the sequence, each time bringing 
    Karen to the very edge of a fierce climax before drawing back, 
    refusing to deliver it.  By this time, Karen was a wreck, quivering 
    uncontrollably, mewling and pleading with her eyes, begging for it, 
    imploring Laura, her body flexing and straining with unbearable need.  
    Laura knew the slightest touch in the right place, the smallest 
    physical encouragement, could make her come.

          She also knew that she herself was on the verge of a thrilling 
    climax too, and before she let Karen have hers, Laura wanted to 
    torment the girl even more by having one first.  She began to rub her
    body against Karen's throttled breasts, first her own breasts, which 
    drove Karen to a high pitch of agonized excitement, then her ass, 
    which had the same effect.

          Finally, she pulled another chair over to brace herself with, 
    and propping one knee on it, she grabbed one of Karen's hard breasts 
    and pressed her wet pussy directly onto Karen's big, bulging nipple.  
    Wild with lust herself, she rubbed her clit hard over Karen's nipple, 
    groaning and shuddering, then gagging on a quick uprush of ecstacy 
    that shook her body violently.

          Gripped by the fury of her own orgasm, she glanced down and saw 
    Karen's tear-streaked face contorted with wild, intense need.  Still 
    moaning and trembling with pleasure, she sank into the second chair 
    and quickly untied the gag.  Then she held Karen's face in her hands, 
    kissing Karen emotionally, then passionately, kissing the tears, and 
    Karen's full, sensual lips, frenching her aggressively. 

          And while she kissed her, she dropped her hands again to 
    Karen's hard, tormented breasts, squeezing the taut balls, then 
    twisting and pinching Karen's huge, swollen, bursting nipples until 
    Karen could no longer kiss back, but began to moan, then cry out with 
    pain.  Quickly, Laura repositioned and retied the gag.

          Then, working from an understanding they had both gained during 
    these sessions, she untied the tight thong binding Karen's luscious 
    breasts to the chair dowels.  After the long minutes of teasing and 
    torture, Karen's breasts were beginning to be numb, unable to respond 
    to the stimulation that would finally drive her to a shattering 
    climax.  She looked down at them, watching the thong coils loosen, 
    then fall away.

          And now Laura took the spongier, more resilient globes into her 
    hands and began to kiss every inch of them, except for Karen's 
    nipples.  She took her time, sensing the feeling returning to Karen's 
    breasts by the soft whimpering Karen began to make after about two 
    minutes of kisses and caresses.  Now she let her lips and tongue move 
    to the girl's incredible, large nipples, and Karen grew 
    correspondingly more aroused.

          Laura increased the intensity slowly.  Holding one beautiful, 
    saliva-wet breast in both hands, she toyed with Karen's nipple, 
    tonguing it, sucking it gently, nipping it with her lips, pulling it, 
    sucking it again, stabbing it with the tip of her tongue, finally 
    sucking it sharply, then letting go.

          Karen nearly went crazy.  She shook and mewled frantically.  
    Laura did the same thing to her other breast, and soon Karen was 
    quivering uncontrollably, her whole body taut with pent-up sexual 
    tension.  She was ready to come, would come at the slightest touch of 
    real pain, Laura knew, so perverted were her needs.  But Laura drew 
    back, for the last time.

          It was hard not to make Karen come.  She wanted to.  The lovely 
    girl was a wreck, her luscious breasts trapped in the chair dowels, 
    her nipples wet with Laura's saliva, her face twisted with frantic 
    lust, dried tears matting her cheeks, her body clenched for a 
    cataclysmic ecstacy.  But Laura smiled and began to kiss her silky 
    cheek, murmuring obscenities and tantalizing promises to her.

          "You want me to make you come, don't you, baby," she murmured.  
    "Mmmmm . . . and you want me to suck you and bite you.  You want me 
    to hurt your beautiful breasts and bite your big nipples and twist 
    and pinch them, don't you."

          Sobbing and mewling pathetically, Karen nodded.  Tears began 
    streaming down her cheeks again.

          "Mmmmm . . . and you want me to hurt them more than I've ever 
    hurt them before, don't you," Laura continued.

          Karen's shiny eyes opened wide and she nodded vigorously.

          "And you want me to swallow them, and chew them, and squeeze 
    them roughly, and dig my fingers into them until you beg me to stop, 
    right?  And you want me to be as brutal as I can until you come."

          Again Karen nodded wildly.


          Laura smiled.  "But honey, you're going to come before I can do 
    only a little of that.  Because you're so close . . . so close."

          She dropped one hand to one of Karen's breasts, filling her 
    palm with the luscious, smooth globe, then squeezing it brutally, 
    ending with a sharp twist and pinch of Karen's huge nipple.  Tears 
    squirted from Karen's eyes and she whinnied with pain.

          Laura was shocked, as always, to rediscover how aroused she 
    herself got by causing pain to Karen.  She could feel a jolt of wild 
    sexual excitement in her tingling pussy in response to Karen's cry 
    and the feel of her quivering flesh.  She dropped her other hand to 
    Karen's other breast, twisting and squeezing it the same way.  Then 
    she did it to both breasts at the same time, and Karen nearly rose up 
    out of the chair, whinnying hoarsely and grimacing in agony.

          And though she knew there was no underestimating the pain Karen 
    wanted and could stand, Laura knew she couldn't prolong it any more.  
    She sank to her knees and began sucking and squeezing and biting 
    Karen's breasts in a hot frenzy.  She held Karen's luscious breasts 
    in her hands and sank her teeth first into one large, bulging black 
    nipple, then into the other, tearing at the beautiful globes with her 
    teeth until she heard the fierce, deep cries of Karen's rapture.

          Karen came with volcanic force, her body shaking, nearly 
    tipping over the chair, and deep, whining, ecstatic moans flowed up 
    from inside her chest.  Laura held her while she came, then quickly 
    helped her free her tortured breasts from the chair dowels.  Then she 
    pulled Karen down on the floor next to the chair, and the two of them 
    fell together in the most heated, frenzied, animalistic fuck they had 
    shared in months.

          It was not the healing, gentle coupling they usually had after 
    such an experience.  Instead they tore at one another, scratching, 
    biting, pinching, sucking, fucking each other with impatient, savage 
    hunger that culminated in three simultaneous orgasms before they 
    stopped, panting, exhausted, and startled by what they had done.

          But even then it was not over.  Laura knew that with Karen it 
    was never really over, and that the two of them could rarely stop 
    until they had sunk to new levels of depravity.  On the floor next to 
    them was the thin leather thong they had both used to give the other 
    frightening and shattering ecstacies.  Karen had playfully coiled it 
    around Laura's breasts again before Laura quite knew what she was 
    doing.

          Now she pulled the coils tighter.  Laura's eyes watered, in 
    spite of herself.  Her breasts swelled, her soft nipples gleaming and 
    ballooning.  She could feel her cunt getting wet again.

          "Don't you ever get enough?" she murmured.

          "Not of you."  Karen licked Laura's nipples.  "Do they hurt?"

          Laura shook her head.  "They did for a few minutes afterward.  
    But not now."

          "Honey, I can make them hurt for days," Karen said, her eyes 
    glowing with sexual heat.

          Something always frightened Laura about Karen's perversions.  
    And yet she couldn't ignore the way her cunt flowed and tingled when 
    Karen suggested something so sick.  Do I really want them to hurt for 
    days? she wondered.

          "So you'll remember me," Karen suggested, reading her mind.  
    "So you'll forget the girl who won't let you."

          "God . . . how did you know?"

          "You always come to me when they won't let you."

          "Once I did.  Only once."

          Karen tightened the coils.  Laura's eyes watered again.

          "Don't leave any marks," she begged.

          "Teeth marks?"

          "Don't hurt me . . . too much?"

          Already she could feel Karen's hand between her thighs, Karen's 
    fingers probing between her buns, Karen's lips on the taut globes of 
    her strangled breasts.  Karen, as usual, started slow, caressing and 
    kissing Laura's breasts while insinuating her fingers into Laura's 
    asshole and pussy.  But before long, both of them were moaning and 
    writhing, and Karen was on top of Laura, hand-raping her and sucking 
    her throttled breasts fiercely.

          She bunched up one already-bulging globe in her fist, squeezing 
    it mercilessly, making Laura cry out with pain, and then sank her 
    teeth deep into Laura's nipple.  Laura's body arched, quivered, then 
    undulated in sharp shockwaves as a cry of lust mingled with pain 
    escaped her throat.

          "Annrrngghoowwwnnnggg!" she groaned, twisting and writhing as 
    Karen poured on the heat.

          Laura felt like she was being swallowed up in a hot fury of 
    hellcat sadism as Karen sexually assaulted her vulnerable body more 
    brutally than she had ever dared to before.  Karen's mouth was all 
    over her entrapped breasts, sucking and biting them savagely, while 
    her hand in Laura's crotch raped and ravished Laura's ass and pussy 
    wildly, quickly bringing Laura to the brink.

          She had felt Karen's teeth on her breasts and nipples before, 
    but never this way.  There was no mercy, no tenderness, just keen 
    passion and brutal mauling.  But Karen was a skilled lover too, and 
    even in the depths of her depraved lust she was careful to make sure 
    that Laura would come, and come hard and long, with excruciating 
    ecstacy.  The heel of her hand crushed Laura's clit, punishing it 
    with sharp, sudden, swirling caresses, while her teeth on Laura's 
    nipples had Laura sobbing and wincing as she hurtled forward into a 
    fierce, incandescent, volcanic eruption of coming.

          Her orgasm was an inextricable mixture of agony and white-hot 
    bliss, and she moaned and writhed in pain and pleasure as Karen 
    somehow made the climax last longer than Laura thought humanly 
    possible.  But finally, it was over.

          Still sobbing from the force of it, she watched while Karen 
    loosened the thong from her breasts, expecting to find them mauled 
    and bleeding, her nipples gone, great rips and slashes in her flesh.  
    But even though they were red and sore and still wet with Karen's 
    saliva, her breasts were not scarred or permanently marked.  But they 
    did hurt, the way Karen had promised they would.

          Laura cradled them in her palms, searching for marks.  "It 
    feels like you ripped them open," she murmured to Karen.

          "Here, let me do that," Karen whispered, taking Laura's breasts 
    in her own hands and kneading them, kissing the sore spots, licking 
    Laura's aching nipples.  "I'll bet they hurt now, don't they," she 
    said.

          Laura nodded.  Her nipples burned and throbbed.  But even so, 
    Karen's mouth on them again aroused her, and again she marveled at 
    how hot they were for each other, so hot that even fifteen or so 
    orgasms wasn't enough to slake their thirst.

          And this time they had their slow, tender, healing fuck, a 
    drawn-out, simmering affair that went on for about half an hour and 
    involved three more orgasms apiece.    At the end of it they were so 
    exhausted that they slept for several hours, then awoke and fucked 
    again twice before parting.  Laura's breasts and nipples really did 
    hurt for days afterward, reminding her of the hot excitement and 
    twisted passion of their wild fucking.  And for days after, as Karen 
    had promised, she did not think of Yvette Farmer.


