This is a purely fictional story any resemblances are purely coincidental. This story contains sex and bondage between females. If you are under age or likely to be offended it is advisable not to read on!
Welcome to the Club Holly Moon
Megan lay on her bed, she felt groggy and her head felt heavy. She tried to open her eyes, but all she saw was blackness. She tried to move her body, it felt strange. She wanted to remove the stretch of material she could fell over her eyes but her right arm wouldn't move nor would her left. Her lips felt dry and tight, her jaw felt stiff and awkward she tried to open her mouth but only felt the tightness of the tape that gagged her.
"Shit" she thought.
As she began to come round from her deep sleep, her head throbbing she tried to remember where she was, or indeed how she got there. She had no idea. She knew she was naked, blindfolded, gagged and tied up, legs spread wide. She felt vulnerable, in fact she had never felt more so in her entire life. She knew there was no need to panic, she guessed this was one of Victoria's little games, Vic liked kinky stuff like this. She could imagine her now, standing there, grinning, wearing a black pvc catsuit, stiletto heels, her long dark hair drawn tightly back into a neat bun, her pale skin accentuating the heavy black eye make up and blood red lipstick. She'd have a whip or chains or something and she'd be in her element!
She could hear breathing in the room, she guessed it was Victoria. She struggled helplessly with the binds, writhing on the bed. Vic would love that (it was so cliche) and it would let her know that she was awake and ready. It seemed that she'd gained the attention she wanted. She heard slow footsteps across the room, stopping at the bottom of the bed. Rustling. Rattling. The mattress sunk slightly with the weight of another body on the bed. "This is it" she thought "expect the unexpected"
She felt a cold hand run up her leg and open her pussy lips. She was already wet with anticipation. She could feel Vic's breath on her pussy. A foreign object entered, stretching her, but not uncomfortably so. She waited. Waited. Nothing. The mattress lifted and she heard the soft footsteps walking away from her. The click of a door handle and a creak of a door. Then a single word "Ok", a soft, but deep female voice. That was not Vic's voice. Who was this? Who was she talking to? She heard rapid and heavy footsteps and hushed excited whispers and giggles there was more than one person maybe two, three, four even five. She didn't know. Panic. The door creaked and clicked shut, then she heard the distinct sound of a key tuning in a lock. Deathly silence.
She was aware that she was being watched and felt even more vulnerable. She tried to calm herself. Vic would be somewhere. The last thing she remembered was being with Vic.
She jumped as the foreign object inside her began to vibrate. No one had come near her and she'd forgotten about it in her panic. She relaxed a little as she got used to and began to enjoy the vibrations inside her. She didn't know how long she was there but she felt the familiar tingling sensation as her muscles began to tighten and her pussy began to throb. Then it stopped. She felt disappointed. She waited for something to happen. Nothing. Then it started up again. She had a feeling that whoever it was controlling this thing was playing with her as the vibrator inside her stopped again. She felt a warm hand reach into to her and remove the vibrator, it slid out easily, she was very wet. She felt empty and even more vulnerable. She heard a voice " Mine" it shouted then after a second "hmm this bitch tastes good!"
She heard footsteps approaching and the felt someone massaging her left breast. Then a sharp pain as it twisted her nipple and held there. She braced herself as the hands moved over to her right breast, she was more prepared for the pain. A cold hand stroked her pussy and a long finger slid up her hole, stroked her inside and withdrew. Then something wider and longer stretched her, pouching right up inside her. It was uncomfortable.
She started vibrating, and within a second her nipples were twisted, pleasure spread through her groin, pain though her breast. She heard a slap, like leather on skin. It was. "SHIT!" "Ouch" Pain seared across her stomach. Again and again. She wanted to cry, Her body torn between the pain and the pleasure.
Everything stopped and she was relieved. Her pussy ached, she'd not yet come. Her stomach ached from the whipping. She heard a 'plop' as the vibrator was removed. God she needed to come.
Her hips were raised and she felt the mattress sink as someone climbed onto the edge of the bed. She was almost relieved as she felt another phallic object enter her. This time it was heavier, it moved more. It was attached to someone. A someone who wasted no time in pounding her pussy heavily and expertly. She writhed with absolute pleasure, hips bucking wildly as she came, not able to scream or gasp. She heard the moans of another person too, obviously her strap on lover was getting some pleasure too.
She felt the nipple clips being removed and the fake dick sliding out of her pussy. She felt fingers probing. Tongues lapping up her juices. Lips sucking her sore breasts. The prickly pain as the tape gag was removed. She saw a blinding light as the blindfold was removed.
As she blinked into focus she saw a see of faces grinning at her, she picked out Victoria's. A voice said "Welcome to the club"
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Any comments or constructive criticism would be much appreciated. Email hollymoonwitch@hotmail.com