Chapter 117

At any other time, Laura thought, this would have been enough. But this time she had given Karen the license to do her worst, and unbelievably, even after she had freed Laura from the gag and handcuffs, she rolled Laura onto her stomach and began fucking her in the ass with the huge dildo. Laura was so destroyed already by the several violent orgasms she had had that she could barely resist.

"Ungh! Ungh!" Karen grunted, driving the huge dildo deep into Laura's ass, making Laura wince and groan with each sharp thrust.

"Ohhnn! Ohhnggg! God... ungghh! Oh... Karen, unggh oh please! Please stop!"

"Honey, you're going to come again, you're going to come again!" Karen panted.

Suddenly Laura also felt the marbles sliding back into her pussy. Karen was pushing them into her, underneath the huge stalk of the dildo. Then she flicked on the switch, and Laura went into convulsions, coming again with renewed violence, almost an unbelievable violence, her body ripped apart by the most excruciating spasms of pleasure so intense it differed little from pain.

Bruised, limp, exhausted, Laura felt Karen rolling her onto her back again and, after ripping out the marbles across Laura's clit, giving her another quick, jolting orgasm, she shoved the huge dildo back into Laura's pussy. Then Karen removed the nipple clamps so that she could suck and bite Laura's nipples while she raped her.

Laura had never taken such abuse, even from Eric and Rob, who had both stuck their huge pricks into her pussy at the same time. Karen was relentless, fucking her savagely, swallowing her aching nipples, then sinking her teeth into them just as Laura approached another climax. Laura came wrenchingly one last time, her body giving up its last excruciating spasm of pleasure before collapsing into a near-stupor of fatigue and pain.

It took her an hour even to emerge from the shock of it, even with Karen's contrite ministrations and tender caresses. Her body was bruised and wounded, both her ass and pussy reamed and burning, her nipples dark and hurting terribly. There were big splotchy bruises on her breasts and her thighs.

"I'll never forgive you for that," she whispered hoarsely to Karen, finally. "You really hurt me bad."

"Mmmmm, I don't expect you to forgive me, darling," Karen murmured back, eyes glistening in excitement. "I expect you to get even. You had about eight super orgasms, by my count. I want you to get even with me."

And Laura did get even.

Only in the beginning was she gentle. She pulled Karen down on her back, kissing her mouth, her neck, her beautiful smooth black shoulders, then her marvelous large firm breasts. She held them in both hands, kissing every inch of the smooth dark hard melons, then tonguing and sucking Karen's large black nipples until Karen was panting and moving her head back and forth.

"Oh god... Laura, it feels so good!" she moaned, watching Laura's mouth on her breasts, watching Laura tease her erect, wet nipples with her teeth. "Yes... yes!"

But Laura did not wait long to pay her back. Without even tying or handcuffing Karen, she began to assault the girl's beautiful breasts. She sat on Karen's stomach, bunching Karen's breasts up in her fists, squeezing them mercilessly, and then sank her teeth into one bulging black nipple.

"Aoownngggg! Owwwnncchh! Oh shit!" Karen cried out, tears coming to her eyes.

Laura bit the other delicious, protruding nipple and got the same response.

"Oh god... oh god!" Karen wept. "Oh shit... it hurts!"

"'You done axed me to hurt you, Miss Karen'," Laura teased her maliciously. "If you think that hurts, you better beg me to let you go right now."

Karen shook her head vigorously. "No..." She looked down at her wet, pointing nipples. "Do it again."

"You're kidding."

Karen glared at her. "Do it again."

Laura found the two pairs of handcuffs on the floor. "You're going to wish you'd never brought these," she said.

Laura used them to handcuff Karen's ankles to the bedposts, placing her head at the foot of the bed, then splaying her thighs and fastening each ankle to the opposite bedpost. Her beautiful, juicy black pussy was exposed, vulnerable, her wet cuntlips parted, revealing the glistening pink insides.

"God... I want you to eat my pussy, Laura," Karen panted. "I want you to eat my pussy before you rape me, please. I'm so close. I could come, if you just tickle my clit with your tongue. Please."

"Oh, is she begging now?" Laura smiled.

Karen's hands were still free, and she ran them all over her naked body, cupping her breasts, twisting her big glossy nipples, then pulling apart her cuntlips for Laura, exposing the juicy inner channel of her pussy, trying to tempt Laura.

"Suck me... eat me," she begged.

And she was wildly desireable. This was the tempting body that had got Laura into all this in the first place, into girl-girl sex, into endless complications of the heart and seemingly unquenchable lust for black beauties. Laura had wanted her then, and she wanted her now. Even exhausted and in pain from having been raped herself, she wanted to obliterate herself in a wild orgy of fucking with this beautiful girl.

But the fact that Karen wanted it so badly was enough to excite Laura's own streak of cruelty. She was determined that Karen would not come until her need was ten times as great as this, and would be sweetly, and even not so sweetly, tortured ingeniously along the way.

Patiently, she tied Karen's wrists to the frame of the bed, then squatted over the girl's heaving belly again, pinching her fat, glosssy, bulbous nipples, sucking them, biting them, bring gasps, sobs, then hysterical whimperings from deep in Karen's chest as she watched Laura's mouth on her ravished breasts and felt Laura's teeth on her sensitive nipples.

"Oh god, Laura, you're hurting me!" she moaned, gnawing on her lower lip, wincing, grimacing as Laura squeezed the beautiful naked globes.

"Time for the clamps, eh, my pet?" Laura said menacingly, reaching down on the floor for them.

In no time she had both Karen's nipples clamped in the tight pincers. Water sprang to Karen's eyes. Laura tugged the chain between the clamps, watching the anguished look on Karen's face.

"Ouchh! Oh... Jesus!"

Now Laura drew the bristly jute rope from the bag, which Karen had for some reason forgotten when torturing Laura earlier. Quickly she tied it in a girdle around Karen's waist, then pulled a strand between her thighs and up into her pussy, pulling on it hard and watching it bite into Karen's open, wet cunt, hearing Karen moan and watching her twist.

Intent on doing something Karen had once done to her, she fed the rope under the chain between the nipple clamps, then fastened it tightly, so that every time Karen moved, the rope bit into her tender pussy and at the same time yanked the nipple clamps. Karen knew what was happened, and tears poured down her cheeks as she watched Laura's hand on the rope.

"You bitch," she swore tremulously, then stronger. "You white bitch! You're killing me!"

Laura pulled the rope hard, twice.

"Anngghh! Onngghhh! Owwnncchh!" Karen cried out.

"Are you going to come?" Laura smiled.

"Oh god... yes! Do it harder! Please!"

But Laura let the rope fall limp from her hand. "You're not going to come yet, you naughty girl. Because I'm going to whip your pussy to make you come. I'm going to whip it hard."

The words excited Karen wildly. Her entrapped body began to shiver involuntarily.

"Gag me, I'll scream," she whimpered to Laura.

Neither of them liked to gag the other until the last moment. They each enjoyed the tormented whimperings and moanings of the other in the grip of sublime sexual torture, and they prolonged the use of the gag as long as possible.

"I love to hear you scream," Laura whispered. "And beg."

Now she drew out the whip, and for the next five minutes Karen underwent the most excruciating torture as Laura teased her clamped nipples and her roped pussy and every other exposed part of her luscious naked body with the tip-end of the whip. And yet never did she administer a stinging snap or blow, but instead tickled and threatened Karen's body until Karen was mewling and quivering in a hot frenzy of sexual arousal.

But Laura knew that the hard blows were now unavoidable. She quickly moved to fasten the gag in place, and Karen's eyes glittered with terror. Laura bent down and removed one nipple clamp from one huge, twisted, sore nipple. She licked and tongued Karen's wounded nipple, then sucked it, harder, and harder, bringing first mewls of pleasure followed by sharp gasps of pain from Karen's throat.