The Bank Bust

"Fridgid Martha, you are warming up I see. Your skin is all flushed, and I do mean everywhere." As she sits, I turn, the others are watching, even Mary. I close my eyes tight, willing myself away.

"A tender touch can do that, Mrs. Martha."

She kisses my cheek, then plays with my nipples, harshly, then softly. I cry out at the pain, yet, feel a surge in my loins.

"Or maybe a gentle touch isn't what you want." Whimpering at her words, knowing she can do whatever she pleases, however.

"Just shoot me now. Please. I can't do this. Don't want this. Please."
 
Dana

"Oh but Mrs. Martha I think you do. I think you want this more than even I do." I run my fingernails down the flat of her belly, stopping right before I get to the mound. "There is a way I could find out. The body does have it's sensors." Pinching her nipples with one hand while the other searches for wetness of her sex.

"AH, I see, your sensors are working just well." I wink.
 
Crying now, in shame, knowing she had found me wet. I had felt it too, as she played and toyed with me.
 
Dana

OOC: Sorry guys, we got a little carried away. LOL

OK, SO I lied, she is right, we aren't sorry. HEHE
 
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OOC Not sorry at all! Besides, only a few minutes went by. But we will wait till one of you posts.
 
OOC: Wow!:eek: No it was a pleasure to read!! :D

I lay bound to the table and hear Dana tormenting Martha out of my view. I had my imagination and could see in my minds eye what was happening. The other girl stopped crying in a corner of the room somewhere. I could also imagine her fear worst than mine. But the one getting it the most was poor Martha. It was only a matter of time before they started on me.

JJ took himself away from watching Dana and Martha for a while and leaned over me. His hand sweeping gently over my breasts and swirling his fingers around my nipples tormented me too. He had an evil grin and winked at me.

"Fun isn't it kid? It's your turn next."

I just stared at him. Trying my damdest to be calm. But then all this was begining to get to me. I wanted to use the bathroom so urgently by now and being in so much discomfort tended to wear away the nerve.
 
Turning my face back to her, one last plea.

"Have you no comapssion." But no, in her yes I saw only lust, and humour. Spitting out at her, but missing. It couldn't get worse.
 
"Oh, you are being such a naughty girl. Let me see what I have in my bags of tricks for that." I reach into the dufflebag yet again and pull out a pair of nipple clamps.

"Here,"placing one on one nipple, "this ought to shut your mouth a bit, you see these " placing the other one on, "are made with an extra accessory, this little chain, I can pull it like so," giving it a tug, "and the clamps get tighter on your nipples. So, spit again and I will give it a tug."
 
As she clamps each down I scrwam, the pain searing through me.
"No.... aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." unable to stop the sounds from my throat. Her tug creating more and more pain. She was tearing them off. This truly must be hell.
 
Dana

Her screams make me even more excited. At least she won't be spitting like a damn llama now.

I run my hand back down the length of her stomach, over her mound and down to her bush. I had her tits well taked care of now, lets see what that pussy taste like.

I ran my tongue on the inside of her thigh, up into the crease of her sex. One swift lick to the clit. "So, now you've decided to be good huh?"
 
Her mouth was on me! On my, my privates! Like a pig. Trying hard to avoid her, the pain subsideing, a little. A warmth spreading through me now, radiating from, from my pelvis. Oh God. She grinned like a fiend, a devil. Her chin and lips glistened with, with me. I was wet.
 
Dana

She looks at me surprised. "You taste devine!" I do figure eights with her clit, showing her what pleasure is suppose to feel like. Gently tugging on the chain in my hands. The other hand goes to stick one finger inside her, exploring regions unknown.
 
The tugs hurt, sending sharp pains through me. But...

and then her hand. I feel like I am possessed. How? How can she make me feel so dirty?
 
Dana

Looking up at her "I see your flush goes all the way down, Mrs. Martha."

My fingers work their magic on her as my tongue explores her clit. My other hand drops the chain to spread her lips a little more for better access.
 
At least she lets the chain go, though the pinching still goes on, the nipples sweeling and red. sensitive to the slightest wind.

Her hand spreads me wide. Biting my lip, I try not to whimper, or moan.
 
Dana

With my one finger in her my thumb trades places with my tongue. I look up and see her bite her lip, reminding me of my lip.

"What is the matter? Is it pain making you bite your lips, or pleasure? You wouldn't be enjoying this now would you Mrs. Fridgid." I grin evily at her
 
Mary..

I closed my eyes tight. Listening to what was going on. Then JJ returned. His hand now lifting my skirt and onto my panties, sliding over the material and pushing against my sex.

"Hmmmm, that feels nice. Just making sure of something." he said grinning. "I asked myself a question, is she shaved or not?"

Again, I just stared back at him saying nothing. I hear Martha scream out suddenly and the mention before hand of nipple clamps. My gawd! These people are sex maniacs! Animals!.

"OK, let me see what we have here." JJ continued, pulling down the waistband of my panties. "Mmmmmm, yes I see no pubic hairs yet. I think I should look take a look further." Slowly he tugged on the waist band. "Oh look, no hair and what fantastic lips I start to see.."

He was doing the same to me as Dana was to Martha. Sexually tormenting. Or was she the mistress in all of this and he was just trying to warm me up?

My stare grew more and more full of hatred. If I was allowed to get free I would contemplate instant revenge for sure.
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JJ

The heat eminating from Mary's hot cunt was intoxicating......her smooth shaven lips........calling for mine......I gently and slowly ease her panites down further......they stretch tight as her legs a wide open.......I grab the jackknife....cutting them off like they were butter.....
I run my finger tips like they were a feather across her lips.....watching as they puff out and spread even more on thier own......

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm little turned on are we?

i graze over her clit.........turning to look at Dana as she is really cookin with Martha
I reach into her bag.......laughing i pull out a feather.......PERFECT i shout...........hehe......
 
"What is the matter? Is it pain making you bite your lips, or pleasure? You
wouldn't be enjoying this now would you Mrs. Fridgid."



"No, it is evil, you are evil." And glare at her, and moan. Trying hard, praying to my God that he will deliver me from evil.... the rote prayer, and it never felt so rote before. As her fingers twist my clit, the pain flares, and again I cry out.
 
Dana

"Naughty Naughty. I hear your moans, I feel your wetness. Just let go, enjoy. I assure you I will."

MY mouth goes down to her again. This time I tenderly bite her lip, cause mild discomfort but not lots of pain. Then I go again to concentrate on her clit with my tongue, my fingers exploring her even further.
 
Again she lowers her mouth to me, I feel sick, yet warm. She bites, and nibbles, causing waves of, pleasure to wash over me.
Then her fingers play again, but now I really have to pee.
"Please... Dana." Her head spinning towards me. "I have to go."
 
Dana

"You have a dr. appt or something?" I question her faceciously. "What do you mean you have to go?"
 
"Bitch. I have to, you know. Go to the ladies room." Clenching my teeth.
 
Dana

I hop out of the bed. Be damned if I am going to get pissed on. Going back to the gun, picking it up.

"Well, since you asked so rudely, " I untie her feet first, then grab the chain to the clamps. "You will have to do it my way." I untie her hands, then handcuff them behind her back. I keep holding on to the nipple clamps I pull her to the bathroom.

The ceiling of the bathroom has various hooks in different locations. One above the toilet, one in the shower and one above the mirror. I catch the nipple clamps to the hook above the toilet, giving her enough slack to squat but not sit.

"Ok, you try to go too far down and the clamps will pull tighter. Just thought I would warn you. SO pee."
 
"Well, since you asked so rudely, " Oh yes, she unties my feet.

"You will have to do it my way." But she cuffs my hands behind my back, and yanks at the chain hanging between my nipples. Looking down, the pain almost blinding me, I see them, pulled and stretched. No wonder it feels like fire.Once there she hooks them above me. I cannot sit, or move without yanking them.
"Ok, you try to go too far down and the clamps will pull tighter. Just thought I would warn you. SO pee." She stands watching.

"No, please. I can't while you are watching me." My legs numb from being tied, not going to hold me up long. If I sit, it will cause not only pain, but tear me. but she won't turn. I ease my legs alittle, but am brought back up by the sharp pain.

Finally unable to wait, I let go, the stream so loud it embarrasses me. Lasting forever it seems, though finally trickling off. I almost sag in relief, but again am brought up by the pain. I see Mary, tied still.

"Can she go too?" Knowing she must have too, we had shared the coffee pot this morning.
"I need to, wipe. Please."
 
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