She jerked the glass of wine from my hand, spilling a little of it onto the bedsheets. The stain was red and it spread swiftly. Wine was still running down my face, some of it getting into my mouth. It was the first taste I'd had of Lara's wine and I couldn't help noticing it was very good, much more delicate and lingering than the cheap red wine I'd drunk before.
Lara was breathing heavily, and her eyes seemed to glow red, like burning coals. She pushed me down onto the mattress, then leaned across my prone body and opened the top drawer on the little cabinet beside the bed. I heard clinking, and she turned around, holding a pair of shiny metallic handcuffs. I'd seen them on television but never in real life. "These are for you," she said, then grabbed my wrist.
I said "No!" but she'd already snapped one end of the cuffs around my wrist and she was fastening the other end to the nearest of the bed's corner posts. It snapped and I spun my head around, eyes verifying that I was indeed handcuffed to the bed. There was no doubting that fact. I pulled my hand and the metal bonds snapped taut and strong. "My God," I said, "You're crazy, what are you…"
Lara cupped my chin in one of her hands. "If this is the only way I can get you, really get you, then I'm perfectly willing to do it this way, darling," she said. She squeezed the dimple in my chin and then she got something else from the cabinet drawer. I didn't see what at first, because I was looking in the other direction, at the connection of handcuff and bedpost. Where the steel ring fit around the post, I could see a definite notch, that cut into the varnish of the wood, almost as if.
"And this," Lara announced, crawling down the bed. She grabbed my left foot and stroked me from knee to ankle very tenderly. When her hand came up, she was holding a long strip of leather with a band at one end. She slipped the band over my foot, tucked it round my ankle, pulled till the leather fit snugly but not painfully tight, then began to tie the other end of the strip to the bedpost.
"Wait," I said, struggling. To be honest, I don't believe I struggled very much. I was bound now, left foot and right wrist, and I couldn't have gotten off Lara's bed if I'd wanted to. She knelt, naked, at the foot of the bed watching me, and I saw a pink flush spread down her face, onto the slopes of her small heaving tits. Her nipples were blood red and an inch long. She was breathing hard again, staring at me. It was the same expression I'd seen in my stepfather's face last night, as he looked down at my helpless body before crawling aboard and raping me so savagely – but it was different, too.
Tony's ayes had been full of savage, animalistic passion, but there was a certain tenderness in Lara's despite the glowing arousal she displayed. Somehow I was certain, looking up at her, that she didn't intend to hurt me. But I was helpless, once again, and the old familiar heaving inside. My tummy began to take place. That strange, new Rebecca was coming out of me, taking command. I brought my free leg aver, tight against the leg that was fastened to the bedpost, and I began to work it nervously, as if I were scratching an itch without using my hands.
There was an itching. In my pain, concentrated heavily around the lips of my cunt. And all the leg scratching in the world couldn't stop that itch. Still, I kept working my leg, and Lara's eyes drifted down me, saw the motion. She cupped her small high tits, nipples standing out between, her clutching fingers, and I heard her sigh in a deep but feminine tone.
"Yes," she said finally, "I think you really do turn on this way." She laughed, and one of her hands abandoned a tit, stole down to touch me just above the knee. Her fingers walked up my skin and my free leg slid to the side, giving her access. She leaned forward and one of her breasts touched the leg that was tied to the bed. I felt her nipple hard and very warm against me. I shivered and I murmured, weakly.
"No," I said, but I don't think I meant no.
The point of her chin came to rest on my abdomen, halfway between navel and pubic triangle. Her tits were lying on my thigh now, and the nipples throbbed against my skin. I stained with my handcuffed right arm, felt the steel link grind on my flesh. It was proof positive that once again I was being made a prisoner of sex. A little cry came through my lips. I don't know exactly what it signified to my ears and mind, let alone to Lara's.
She turned her face down and began to breathe across my belly. It was ticklish, stimulating breath, warm and moist, and my stomach tossed up and down. Her lips touched me, and she held on, the way she'd done kissing my mouth. My free hand waved wildly in the air above me. Possibly I could have pushed her head away with it, but the thought never entered my mind.
When my hand came down, it was onto the top of her head, fingers piling into her crown of reddish fuzzy curls. Something in the bedroom lighting made her hair look very red, like a fire dying on the grate, and it was probably just that impression registering in my head, but her hair felt very warm when I touched it. So did her scalp, as my fingers pushed through her hair onto her head itself. Her lips were still glued to my belly but moving downward, slowly, surely.
She got her lips into my pubic V and I got a fast education in what tickling was all about. Her tongue was out now, skating through my pussy hairs, licking around and around the cleft of my slit, stimulating me from the sides but not yet touching me where it really counted. I struggled against the bonds controlling my hand and foot, and the effort was rewarding. My body ached with the desire to be free, but I was so aware that, free, I couldn't think of myself as a prisoner of someone else's lust, unable to control her own destiny. Free, I'd have to be committed, either for or against. Bound, I was a slave and anything that happened to me would simply happen.
Her fingers came up, toyed their way into my crotch, and she began to spread my lips. I shivered and trembled, hand stiff against the imprisoning cuff. "Stop," I said, because it was what I always seemed to say in this position. "Please don't do that."
She wasn't listening. Her fingers came to rest on the edges of my slit and they pulled to each side, opening me widely, not too gently. The labia strained against the pressure on them, but I could feel her warm moist breath flowing into my vulva, too, and I wasn't sure if it really hurt or if I was just thinking that so I could feel less guilty about enjoying what Lara did to me.
And then her tongue shot into my cunt and sparks exploded all around my head. She plumbed me deeply, that first time, and it was like nothing I had ever felt before. Jerry hid licked my pussy this afternoon, but I hadn't responded this way. His tongue hadn't made cold sweat break out all over my body, cold sweat that sizzled to a furious boil as it coursed across my skin. His tongue hadn't flicked my clitoris with just that proper amount of nonchalance mixed with intensity. His fingers hadn't wormed their way into the tip of my hole, spreading me wide, allowing deep penetration by a frisky, knowing tongue, penetration that had my pussy walls quivering, awash with hot internal juices.
She covered my cunt with her entire mouth, teeth grinding into my flesh, tongue prodding inside me, and all the time I kept saying, "My God, Lara, my God," over and over, the only words I could think of for the occasion. One of her hands came up to clasp tightly at my left breast, and her other hand worked its way underneath me, fingers jiggly as they supported my sweat-dampened ass. My entire body was shivering and sweating, as if I were just coming down with a bad case of flu.
I tried to tell myself that none of this was happening to me. Not to the Rebecca Lee Butler I had known all my life with such intimacy. It was the stranger inside me, the creature who'd been born just last night, the one who came to the forefront when the old, familiar Rebecca couldn't handle her feelings any longer.
Yes. It was the strange Rebecca who was jerking and moaning every time Lara McMinn's tongue wiggled like a snake inside the cleft of my twat. It was the stranger Rebecca whose clit was swollen the size of a coat button and as excited as a schoolgirl getting her braces taken off. It was the stranger Rebecca who was sobbing and shaking and pussy-gushing with cum, saying "Eat me, oh, God, Christ, eat meeeee!"
I couldn't move, not enough to count for anything. My left arm and my right leg were unrestrained, but they made no difference. I could only lie on my back while Lara continued to feast at my pussy, eating me with a passion that built and grew each time her tongue worked its way into my pussy. Her fingers were busy around the lips of my slice, keeping me split and open for her invasions, and my clit must have been swollen big enough to bump her nose every time Lara's head moved. She licked my clit, doing it seemingly as an afterthought, but each separate swipe of her tongue across my button sent me into spasms, all the wane for my immobility.
But without that immobility, I couldn't have responded half so heatedly as I did. We'd already demonstrated that. When she and I were sitting on the bed and I had my finger in her pie, and we might as well have been in different states. I'd felt her come, or very nearly come, around my finger, but it was so cold and uninteresting an experience to me that I'd been ready to put on my clothes and bit the road again. But now, oh, God, now! She was staffing my twat and using her fingers on me, and my head tossed from side to side, and I kept stroking her hair, using my leg to rub the flank of her lean, sinuous body, and I felt a come building in me like you wouldn't believe, and I had no idea what would be happening next.
She lifted her head. "Don't stop." I gasped, "Jesus, don't stop! I'm almost there!"
Lara touched my lips with one of her lingers. I tasted my pussy juice on her, and I knew suddenly what the strange taste had been last night, when Tony stuffed my panties into my mouth to gag me from screaming. It was exactly the same fluids aroma that coated Lara's wet sticky finger, and, sampling it so directly now, I found it incredibly delicious. I opened my mouth and her finger slipped inside. I began to suck passionately, vigorously, my tongue sliding and slipping around her finger as it pressed into me. She pushed, made a soft giggling noise, and she rose a little along my body. One of her nipples slid through my pubic hair, hot and stiff, and I moaned tremulously around her inserted finger.
"You like that?" Lara asked lightly. I looked down, saw her take her tit in hand. She pushed the stiff nipple against my slit, pushed until the nipple had worked its way inside, supple yet firm against my cum-slithery vulva. "Try this," Lara suggested, and she jiggled her breast. Her nipple bumped my clitoris, sent explosions thudding through me, and then it slid a little lower, made its way into the very mouth of my pussy tube. The muscles were active, snapping and sucking at her boob, and she moaned a little too, feeding my cunt with her hard, sweet nipple.
I bucked upward, still sucking her finger. Jesus, I almost bit it in two! When that come hit me, it was like being rammed broadside by a truck! I thought of my mother when that image occurred to me, but I am sorry and shamed to say, the thought passed from my mind as quickly as it had entered. All my concentration, and my energy, were focused upon the swift, shattering reaction of my body to Lara's sexual attack, and when I came, I didn't think I was going to stop. Ever.
She worked her nipple into my pussy until my trembling and moaning subsided, and then she leaned back, panting almost as heavily as I was panting after her assault. She stroked me with her hands. "It really was true," she said thoughtfully, one palm lying atop my pubic bush, the other resting on my left thigh about four inches down from my cunt. "You do turn, on like a bandit this way."
My face was red and my breathing was just returning to normal. Inside, from the crown of my head to the wiggly ends of my toes, I felt as if I were on fire. I couldn't lie still, even though the bonds at my wrist and ankle made it difficult for me to do much moving around. "Damn you," I told her. "If I could get my hands onto a chair, I'd…"
"You'd what?" Lara asked. She moved up my body quickly, caught me by the face, kissed me warmly, wetly, on the mouth. Her lips parted and I felt my tongue stab into her. I had no control over my tongue. It was operating independently. I could only lie there while it thrust into Lara, wiggle, met the frisky wiggly thrust of her own red tongue. We spilled drool back and forth, and I couldn't believe how full of saliva my own mouth was. I might as well have been pissing through my lips. Our mouths crammed together, wet, hot, sloshing, and even our tits seemed to be kissing as they pressed together, all four nipples stiff and thrusting, all four curved mounds sloppy with sweat.
Lara pulled back and I was the one reluctant to let go, it appeared. My head lifted in pursuit of her face, lips smacking wetly, but she moved back further than I could reach, tied down as I was.
"You're making me do this," I said. "I don't want to, but you're making me. Please untie me. I don't know what's happening."
"It's all part of the game, isn't it, darling?" Lara said. She stroked my forehead, brushed back a few strands of long hair that had fallen into my eyes. There was a musky aroused smell clinging to her body, fogging around it like a mitt, nearly as strong as the hot pussy scent coming from between my own legs. Her breasts moved fitfully as she breathed, and the nipples seemed to wobble before my eyes. They were still long and erect, redder than before, if that was possible. I reached my free hand up, toward those breasts, but Lara moved out of my way with a laugh.
"It won't be that easy," she said, "not if you like to play games. You'll have to work and fight to get what you want."
She picked up the glass of wine she'd poured for me. It was still full. I hadn't had time to do more than lap at it before she threw her wine in my face and tied me to the bed. She knelt beside me holding the crystal glass, and then she moved. One leg slipped over my body, and I was looking up into the fat puff of reddish hair exposed by her crotchless panties. Amid the hairs I could see, very clear, very distinct, the deep cleft of her pussy, the little beads of moisture that clung to the hairs immediately surrounding Lara's slit. She was turned on, too, and that made me feel very, very good.
"Your turn now," she said, and she plopped her twat down upon my face. Hair and musk filled my mouth and nose and I couldn't breathe. Lara pound herself down hard, wiggling her snatch across my mouth, and I gasped and choked and coughed. "Eat it," she said. "Eat it the way I ate you. You know how, don't you, Rebecca?"
"N-n-noooooo," I moaned, twisting my head to the side so I could speak. "I don't know how."
"Do whatever you think would feel good if someone else were doing it to you," Lara suggested. She pushed down harder, and there was no way I could avoid the presence of her cunt.
Sighing, I turned my face upward and my nose burrowed into her warm wet crotch.