The Bank Bust

Dana

"No, I have better plans for you then that." Taking the nipple chain down from the hook above the toilet I walk her two steps tot he shower. I hook her to the one in the shower compartment and take off my leather skirt, boots and top. Stepping in the shower with her, "I can guess that you havn't done this before either." I take the soap and start lathering her up.

"See, I told you I could be fun."
 
Showering, with a woman? Though I had kept peeking at her as she undressed. Tryig to stop myself. Her hands felt good on me. But evil. Evil thoughts Martha. Lathering up and washing me, I stood still, trying to ignore her, and the feelings she was making.
 
Dana

"Why don't you just give in? You have this strong line across your face saying you want it. I see it."

I lather her, making sure to touch her in places that I am sure she hasn't felt pleasure before. Her body is beautiful, if only she would open it up a little.....let it breathe.
 
"Don't you know it is evil? This feeling? This touch?" Trying to pull away from her, her hands too friendly, her touch too sure. But she tugs every so often on the chain, and I whimper, though, I am not sure if it is in pain, or lust. Each shake sends shivers of pain, and pleasure through me. What is happening? Never have I felt such things.
It must be evil at work. But how can this be evil.?
 
Dana

"Don't you know that this is evil?"
She ask, with sparkles in her eyes that shouldn't be there if she wasn't enjoying it a little.

"How could something that feels so good be evil? I know you are enjoying it, your eyes shine like they were not before I started."

I start rinseing her of now, letting the shower head stay a tad bit longer on her clit, letting her feel the water, enjoy its feel.

"Have you ever had an orgasm?" I question. Surely if she didn't like sex she hadn't known what an orgasm felt like.
 
"It is none of your business." Turning as far as I could from her. Hating her, hating myself. Wondering what the hell she wanted.

"You don't have the right to ask me that."
 
"See, just when I think you are thawing you freeze back up. You should really go see someone about that problem." I say. I pull her hair back with my free hand and then nibble at her neck, pushing my naked body close to hers. Letting her feel my nipples on her skin, the wetness, the warm flowing water.

"Right now, I have any right I want."
 
"Ahh." A gasp escaping my lips as she kisses my neck.

"Right now, I have any right I want." Her body against mine, I cannot move. Trapped here, forced into this against my will. Surely then I cannot be held responsible for what was happening? What I was feeling.

Feeling, warmth, hot. I longed to touch her again. Feel her sleek skin. But it was wrong, wrong and disgusting. What she was implying. Surely she didn't want anymore then what she had done. "Please."

It had been years since anyone had touched me, in anyway. Even then it had been Frank, my dead husband. And then only with the lights out, and under covers. Sometimes I only knew he was finished by him rolling over. Then rushing to the bathroom to clean and pray.
Pray the demons inside me would leave me in peace. Pray this feeling I felt when touched would vanish. For the preacher said good woman didn't like it. The act was for creation only. Frank had told me so also, telling me, after the beatings, that it was because of this wetness I got sometimes that we couldn't conceive. That I was evil.

Like now. I knew I was wet, she had shown me, and I had felt it. If I was honest with myself. I liked it, liked her touch, even when she had touched me with her mouth. And I like the pain she caused when she twitched the chain, now. Not at first. Now it seemed everytime I moved it tugged, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

Proof I was possesed. But she didn't seem to think so, but, wasn't she a devil herself?
 
Dana

I heard her moan, gasp to take in breathe as my body touched hers and my lips were at her neck.

"You must not think this is wrong. It is human ...." nibbling lower going to her breast, a little tug as I lower myself "nature to feel pleasure. Your body would not show signs of enjoyment if it were wrong." Licking her nipples around the clamps.

"It is perfectly normal," going down her stomach, getting to my knees, "to feel pleasure, sense that it is needed." Kissing her mound, its trimmed hair bristling my lips. My arms wrap around her, one still holding the chain, to grasp her butt, digging my nails in a little bit. "I know you could," sliding my tongue between her nether lips for one quick lick "enjoy it if you open up a little."
 
"You must not think this is wrong. It is human ...." as she nibbled lower on me. My mind screaming no, but my body betraying me. Arxching toward her.

"nature to feel pleasure. Your body would not
show signs of enjoyment if it were wrong." She licked my nipple, and I almost screamed. It hurt, pleasured so good. Feeling weak as she continued. I knew, knew then I was doomed, though I fought, tried to fight.

"It is perfectly normal," She knelt before me, kissing me softly. Tears started in my eyes as I felt the wetness almost gush from me. "to feel pleasure, sense that it is needed." She kissed me then, one hand above her, holding the chain still, every move pulling a bit, reminding me of my hidden desires. The other dug it's nails into my, my butt. Hurting, a little, but only drawing attention to the waves of pleasure. Looking down, unable to look anywhere but at her. Her wet curls trialing along me, her body almost embracing me. Her sensual being leading me further form righteousness, or, not. For I was willing, or I would not feel such things.

"I know you could,"
Her tongue darting out again, touching my lips.

"Ahhhhh." Biting it off as I yelped. Ready to collapse as she touched me. Her tongue, hot, like the fires of hell.

"enjoy it if you open up a little." Trying hard, but losing, my legs parting further, wanting to grasp her to me. Make her continue, though the tears slid down my cheeks.
 
Her legs parted giving into her desire. "That's my girl."

I lick her, twisting her clit with my lips, tongue, tasting that now familiar taste of her.The wet was no longer from the water cascading down our bodies, feeling the slickness like that of my own between my legs. "I don't want you to fall. Let's dry off and get to the bed, where I can do a much better job."

I pull myself up, stepping out tugging the chain a bit. I dry myself with a towel, making sure to let my body be seen by everyone. I then help her step out and pat her dry, leaving her hair a little damp, "Wet hair has always been such a turn-on."
 
Leading me to the bed, my nakedness for all to see. I blush, and am shamed. Unable to stop her though, as she tugs at my chain. I am falling fast, on a hill without end. The wetness between my legs making my thighs slick, and even I can scent myself in the air.
I try not to meet anyone's gaze. I see the man, JJ? he is tormenting Mary with a feather, her body writhing and her moans audible as he softly tickles her. Standing still and watching, only moving when she tugs again.
 
"Come now, don't dawdle. I have much to tease you, oh, I mean teach you." I laugh at my own joke. I yank on the chain. Her aroma fills the room.

I uncuff her hands from behind her back. "This time I will only cuff one to the bed, but if you dare try to fight, the retaliation will be swift." I tie her feet to the bed, and then the handcuff to the bed.
 
Instantly my free hand covers my sex. Though why, at this point, it is habit, more then anything.
 
Dana

"Geez, you are such a pain in the ass. They have already seen your beautiful body, show them and let them get excited at how you look. No reason to be ashamed of what you have. See..." I say spinning around letting her see my body, letting everyone see.
 
Mary......

JJ played with me with that feather. Running it up and down my lips like I was some plaything here to amuse his sicko fantasies.

I tried to think of other things, but the feather was just making my skin hitch and tingle. In foreplay I would probably go along with it. But here, I dont even know what these people have in mind.

"Does that make your juices flow?" JJ asked. Again I looked at him staring at him without expression. My bladder was aching, ready to burst and it would only be a matter of time before I would relieve myself.

"I need to pee." I told him. He looked at my with pretend surprise.

"She actually speaks! Ay guys, she spoke to me!"

"Look you idiot. Unless you want a fucking mess I suggest you untie me and let me go to the bathroom. OK?!"

I knew I had to be firm and assertive. I intended to make a good soldier soon.
 
I watched as she showed off her body, so sure of herself, and of me. Hating her every fiber. Hating being here, hating being tied up.

Yet, praying no one rescued me, for awhile at least.
 
Dana

I pranced around for all to see and saw that Martha was quite interested in what I had to show.

"MY MY Mrs Fridgid. You were looking at me with some intensity in your eyes. Did you like what you saw?" I taunted her.
 
No, I mouth the word, but lick my lips involuntarily. Not a sound escapes. Closing mye eyes to her, willing her away, closer.
I am confused and torn, forced to lie here. My free hand covers my eyes, to keep the sight from them.
 
Dana

I slide my hands up her legs while crawling on the bed. "Do not worry, your secret is safe with us." I slide in close to her, wanting to taste her, feel her with my tongue, explore her nether lips like non has before.

My lips move to her mound, kissing the top, watching her breathing pick up. My tongue darts out licking her lips, teasing the clit that begins to peep out of its hood.
 
"Do not worry, your secret is safe with us."

She crawls up the bed to me, her body touching mine. Each touch a fire, deep within me. My legs want to part, my hands grip her. My mind screams to run, hide, not be a shameless hussy, a whore, a slut.
But the feeling of her tongue on me not only heats me, draws me, it makes me whimper. Her eyes meeting mine in triumph. Finding I have tilted my pelvis are up, to reach her more, but she teases. Just the tip of her tongue touching me. My hands clench and unclench. The free one resting on my throat, as if to still, or choke me. Lying there, reciting passages from the bible, ones I know so well. But suddenly, the words no longer feel the same, or mean the saem, and they wander off. Leaving my mind with one thought.

She is hell, and I am her willing victim.
 
Dana

She tilted her pelvis up to me wanting more. Every muscle in her body acted as if it were mine. All I had to do was take it.

I finally gave in, for I wanted it as much as she did. I licked her in her fold, my tongue gliding softly over her clit, something I was sure she had never felt before. I continued to glide it over and around, doing figure eights, feeling her move and moan to my touch. My fingers felt for her hole, sliding in with ease, her pussy wet with her juices.
 
And I was lost. In her conrol, now and forever.

Amen.

And I screamed out as her fingers took me. Feeling my, my pussy stretched by them. For I had not had anyone there, in years. And now her tongue and her teerth, and her fingers, and her hair... all combining to drive me wild. Writhing, moaning, needing more and more. Not even knowing what.
 
Dana

Her body starts writhing wildly under me. Her legs wrapping around my body, trying to pull me into her. She can really get going when she wants I think to myself. I look up just in time to see her head fly back, her eyes close as her orgasms take control.
 
I am swept, one after another on waves of pleasure. Not even aware anymore of where, or what I am. My free hand clings her to me, holding her tight. My body unable to control it's motions,or my lips their cries.
 
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