Chapter 109

When they went back inside and closed the door, Karen looked at Laura, her dark eyes smoldering.

"I recall we were doing something when she interrupted us," she smiled sexily.

Laura carefully drew shut the deadbolt lock, looking at Karen significantly. Then she drew closer, her fingers grasping the lapels of Karen's fluffy pink bathrobe.

"I believe we were," she whispered.

Slowly, she pulled the lapels open, exposing Karen's marvelous, large, jutting breasts. She cupped one in each palm, lowering her mouth to them and kissing and sucking each of Karen's large black nipples until Karen was sighing and moaning.

"Mmmmm," Laura said, "now that's she's gone, maybe we can get down to some serious business."

"Yesss!" Karen said excitedly, looking down at Laura's lips as they teased her erect, wet nipples.

"But I didn't see your bag."

"I left it down in the car."

Laura gave her a mock pout. "I have a long rope... and a gag, but I don't have the evil things you have."

"I can go get it," Karen panted.

"I might not let you go. I might tie you up."

"You bitch. I get so horny when you talk to me that way."

"How long will it take you?"

"Five minutes, if you let my boobs go long enough for me to get dressed."

Reluctantly, Laura released them. Karen was dressed in about twenty seconds. While she was gone, Laura found herself wondering how both of them could be so deliriously horny after what they had just gone through with Chanitra. They had literally fucked her silly for a whole hour, both of them coming at least twice in the process. But as soon as they were alone together, the conflagration started.

Karen returned in less than three minutes with her small black bag, and Laura locked the door behind her again. They went together into the bedroom. Laura shut that door too, as usual.

"How long has it been since we did this?" she asked casually.

"Too long," Karen said, stripping off her clothes.

"You're in such a hurry for me to hurt you?"

"Yes."

"How did you stand it this long?"

"I didn't. I've been using the nipple clamps and the whip by myself, at home. It's so sick."

"Isn't it sick when I do it to you?"

"No. You love my body. You love to torture it so I can come so hard. God, I need it, Laura. I need you. I need you to do it. It's not the same when I do it myself."

"Oh honey..." Laura began, caressing Karen's cheek, upset as she always was by the words, and by the thought of what they did together.

But she also couldn't deny that it made her blood race and grow hot, and her pussy quickly got wet all over again, as if Chanitra had never been there.

"You want to," Karen whispered, sliding one hand inside Laura's robe. "You and I spent so much time on that delicious chocolate candy that we've barely touched."

They kissed, long, lovingly, movingly.

"You're my first, I'm your first," Laura murmured against her lips. "At least I think I was your first."

"You were," Karen said, dreamily.

"What we have is special."

Karen nodded, slipping off Laura's robe, running her hot hands all over Laura's naked body. "Forget about her, about Chanitra, about whatever other little chocolate bonbon you're romancing, trying to screw. For the next two hours... you and I," she murmured. "You and I... you and I. No one can do what we do."

"I know," Laura said, barely able to speak through the hammering hot pulse in her throat.

She stooped quickly and pulled the rope out from under her bed. But Karen shook her head. She opened her black bag and took out the bristly jute rope, the one she they had used last time, which Laura had forgotten. The coarse, brutal, painful rope.

"Use this one," Karen said, eyes veiled.

"Not on me," Laura said. "It's so..."

"Cruel?"

"Yes."

"Use it on me. Tie up my breasts with it." She reached back into the bag and fished out the nipple clamps, linked by a foot-long brass chain. "Then these."

Each time they tied one another up, they did it differently, exploring new methods. This time Karen remained standing while Laura took one end of the bristly rope and looped it three times around one of Karen's large, gorgeous breasts. She tied it, then ran the rope behind Karen's neck and down around her other breast, so that both entrapped breasts pulled slightly apart and up.

Then Laura took more rope and looped it once more around both breasts, pulling them back together again, so that the tension of the rope pulling them apart and pulling them together was balanced, and Karen's breasts were truly strangled and throttled in the tight coils, being pulled both ways. They bulged and gleamed. Her thick black nipples protruded, flaring, looking like they would burst.

"Oh... shit!" Karen said under her breath, looking down at her magnificent breasts, completely strangled by the rope.

Laura realized that Karen's knees were weakening. They had never done this standing up before. But somehow standing was exciting, as if they had more maneuverability.

"Do the clips," Karen panted.

"Don't you want to sit down?"

"Yes."

"Here, on the edge of the bed."

"Yes."

Laura took the nipple clamps in her hands. She opened one and again was astonished at how hard it was to open, how strongly it pinched. Just the sight of them reminded her of their last time together, a few months ago, utterly perverted and very painful, and yet probably their most explosively orgasmic in a long series of perverted orgies.

She had felt these clamps on her own nipples, and would again today, the the thought made her almost sick to her stomach. God, they hurt!

"These things really hurt," she said. "Are you sure you want them?"

Karen's dark eyes burned. "What do you think?"

Laura opened one silver clamp and put it around Karen's large, bulbous left nipple. Slowly, she let it close.

"Ahhh!" Karen gasped.

Her eyes watered.

"You had to get the strongest ones, didn't you," Laura said. "The ones that hurt the most."

Karen's nipples were so thick and puffy, the areolas so wide and protuberant, that the clamps squeezed the whole large bud and not only the middle stem.

"Put the other one on," Karen said hoarsely, biting her full lower lip.

Laura did, and again Karen gasped. "Shit," she said under her breath.

"Does it hurt?"

Tears in her eyes, Karen looked up at Laura. "If you blew on my pussy right now, I'd come," she whispered.

"Maybe I should."

"No. Make it last."

"What do you want me to do next?"

Heavy-lidded, Karen's eyes throbbed. "I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want you to be mean to me."

"You want to wait for the gag until you can't control it any more?"

"You like to hear me cry, don't you."

Instead of answering, Laura took the chain between the clamps in one hand. She tugged it sharply.

"Awwonngg!" Karen moaned, her face contorted with pain.

Laura pushed Karen onto her back on the mattress. There was plenty of rope left, and in about a minute she had Karen's wrists and ankles secured to the bedframe. Now she paused to tease Karen's beautiful runny, pink, black-lipped pussy, tickling the slick labia with her tongue until Karen was whimpering pitifully, her hips churning and gyrating as she tried to bring herself off.

Laura had to be very careful because Karen was very close to coming, which neither of them wanted her to do prematurely. But Laura teased her, even carefully tickling her swollen clit with the tip of her tongue, then reaching up with her hand and yanking the chain that linked the nipple clamps.

"Unhh! Oh! Ouuchhnnnchh!" Karen cried out, coming perilously close to a climax. "Ohhhnnn... ohhh shit!" she whimpered.

Now Laura kissed her way lovingly back up the girl's beautiful dark body to Karen's throttled, bulging breasts. She licked the big, delectable black nipples, cruelly pinched by the clamps, and Karen quivered and moaned in response.

"Bite me," she whispered to Laura, her eyes imploring her. "Bite me and whip me. Ohhhnnn god... I'm so close!"

"If I bite you, you'll come," Laura murmured.

"Yes! Oh... yes!" Karen whimpered, quivering in desperate sexual tension.

Laura found the black bag on the floor and got out the whip. She held it up in front of Karen's eyes, running one finger along the thin, flexible shaft, watching Karen's body flex and shudder in anticipation. Still holding the whip, Laura leaned forward and removed one of the nipple clamps.

"Do you want me to loosen the ropes?" she asked. "Are these luscious beauties getting numb?"

She squeezed Karen's swollen breasts in both hands, watching Karen bite her lower lip.

Karen glowered at her, shaking her head. "Bite them. Please, Laura! I'm so close!"

"I want to lick them first," Laura teased, extended her wet tongue again and running it all over Karen's large, swollen black nipple.

Karen's body clenched, and she whimpered softly. "Ohhnnn!"

Laura took the delicious, popping nipple into her mouth and sucked it gently, not too hard, not risking too much, but bathing it in warm spittle and making Karen tremble and ache in desperate need. When Laura released it, Karen's nipple was stiffer than before, and wet and shiny.

Now Laura leaned back and brought the small leather pad on the end of the whip up to Karen's strangled breast, touching the wet nipple with it, watching Karen's eyes widen, hearing her breath accelerate. Laura tapped Karen's nipple three times lightly with the whip, just to threaten her.

"Oh god!" Karen gasped.

"You want it?" Laura whispered.

"Yes!"

"Only a little bit... to tantalize you," Laura smiled.

She raised the whip about three inches from Karen's breast, then snapped the excited, protruding nipple sharply with the whip's tip.

"Awwoonngg!" Karen moaned, wincing.

Laura snapped it again.

"Ohhgg! Oh shit!" Karen gasped, her eyes watering.

"You want the gag, honey?" Laura asked, concerned that they both would lose control, and that Karen would come any second in a wild, convulsive, shrieking paroxysm of ecstacy.

"Yes," Karen nodded rapidly. "Yes... now! Quick!"

Laura had done it so many time times that she could fasten it in place in under thirty seconds. Karen's eyes were streaked with terror and lust. Laura snapped the latch into place, then dropped her mouth again to Karen's beautiful big nipple, teasing it again with her tongue. She knew that the explosion was about to happen. There was no way Karen would survive more than a few strokes of the whip without coming.

While sucking and licking the bulbous, shiny nipple, Laura let the tip of the whip descend to Karen's blossoming wet pussylips, drawing the shaft up between the glistening vulva and letting the leather tip ride across Karen's swollen, excited clitoris. Karen stiffened, and her beautiful silky black flesh went into minor convulsions. She whimpered desperately.