Chapter 5: The Weekend with Samantha Continues, and Monday Arrives

After spending the night with her hands tied behind her back, lying next to Samantha, and with dreams and nightmares that didn’t help her rest, Helen woke up tired and with sore muscles.

She lay still, afraid to wake Sam. Helen figured that the longer Sam was asleep, the less time she would have to subject her to anything she could think of.

However, Sam awoke soon after, untied Helen’s hands, and ordered her to prepare breakfast and bring it to bed.

Helen prepared toast, coffee, and fruit for them both and carried it into the bedroom on a tray. Once there, Sam leaned back against the headboard, instructed Helen to kneel by the bed, again tying Helen’s hands behind her back, and began to eat the contents of the tray for breakfast while Helen stared hungrily at her.

When Sam finished, she put the tray on the floor and said to Helen, “You can eat now.”

Like the day before, Helen resigned herself to having to eat without hands and didn’t try to change Sam’s mind, assuming it would be useless. She set about eating the toast, and when she finished it, she tried to eat the apple, but the apple kept rolling and slipping away.

It reminded Helen of that game at fairs where you have to catch an apple floating in a barrel of water with your mouth. But in this case it wasn’t fun; it was humiliating, and Helen was hungry and wanted to eat it. Finally Helen managed to take a first bite and then another, and when the apple was no longer a slippery sphere, she was able to eat the rest more easily. After the apple, she had to lick the coffee out of the bowl, which was easier but left her face smeared and wet.

When she felt she had given her enough time, Sam went to the bathroom to pee and came back with a sponge, which she used to clean Helen’s face while saying, “Even though you’re a filthy slut, I don’t want you to stain my pussy. Now come to bed and suck my pussy like yesterday. Although I expect you to try a lot harder today. You didn’t do badly at all yesterday, but you have a lot of room for improvement.”

Sam sat back down against the headboard, and Helen climbed onto the bed on her knees, brought her face close to Sam’s crotch, and began to lick her pussy, something which, she thought, was becoming a regular occurrence.

Helen had no more qualms this time than she had the day before, and although she still didn’t like it as such, she disliked it less. What was still happening was that the humiliation and being forced to lick a stranger’s sex was turning her on.

Whether it was Helen’s tiredness after the sleepless night, or Sam’s newness of the previous day having worn off, or Sam’s rising expectations, the fact was that Sam began to complain and spur her on, “Come on; more enthusiasm; try a little harder.”

Helen tried hard, but it didn’t seem to satisfy Sam enough. After a while, she said, “I think I’ll have to help you try harder. It seems to me that teaching you will give me as much satisfaction as your tongue.”

Sam got up, leaving Helen lying on the bed in her mouth, and opened the backpack she had brought. From there, she extracted a rope with which she tied one ankle to her thigh and then the other ankle likewise to the other thigh, then attached the ankles to the handcuffs that bound Helen’s hands behind her back, leaving her in a forced hogtie, her back curved.

Sam then turned her over, so that Helen was on her back, her back arched. Sam then took a riding crop out of her backpack and knelt on the bed, leaving Helen’s head between her legs, facing Helen’s body, and slowly flexed her legs until she was resting her pussy in Helen’s mouth.

Sam then said to her, “Let’s see if you’re more enthusiastic now.”

Helen put in as much enthusiasm as she could and licked desperately at Sam, fearing what Sam might do to her, but again it still wasn’t enough for that strict and unwanted visitor. Sam raised her arm with the riding crop and struck hard at one of Helen’s breasts, and Helen gave a muffled moan as Sam’s sex pressed against her face, and she applied herself with more enthusiasm to licking and sucking the clitoris and thrusting her tongue into Sam’s wet channel.

Sam, enjoying her victim’s redoubled efforts, said with pleasure, “Hmm, it seems to be working. Keep it up.”

Helen continued to lick desperately at Sam’s sex, but Sam, either to spur her on, or because she enjoyed Helen’s spasms and moans as she whipped her, continued to flog her more and more frequently. Sam hit her breasts, which were turning red, and often on her delicate nipples, which were hard and erect from the stimulation they were receiving. She was also hitting her clitoris and labia with the riding crop, which caused Helen to moan and groan louder and louder.

Sam’s arousal increased, causing her vagina to emit more and more fluids that soaked Helen’s face. Sam began to rub her sex hard against Helen’s face and squeeze her head with her thighs, making Helen barely able to breathe. Sam’s excitement grew and grew; her movements became more and more uncontrolled, and her left hand fondled her breasts while the riding crop in her right whipped Helen’s helpless body. All the while she whipped Helen with the riding crop, making Helen’s breasts and pussy more and more red and sensitive.

Finally, to the relief of Helen, who was almost suffocating, Sam stiffened, let out a moan, and had a powerful orgasm that almost brought her down. Helen hoped that at last, her suffering would end, as much for the pain in her breasts and sex as for the forced position, but Sam, after resting for a while with her torso resting on Helen, said, “We’ve only just started; keep going until I tell you to.”

Helen had no choice but to keep licking the pussy that was almost suffocating her. She was trying as hard as she could, not only to avoid the spanking she was receiving, which she had already found she couldn’t avoid even when she was doing it right, but also to get Sam to climax as quickly as possible and, exhausted, to stop spanking her. But Sam continued to link orgasm after orgasm and whip her relentlessly.

At one point Helen’s tongue hurt almost as much as her breasts and pussy, but she kept trying as hard as possible to avoid the punishment she was receiving. That feeling of helplessness and being forced to have sex she didn’t want, along with the stimulation she was receiving on her body, she noticed was turning her on, as in some ways it was like the fantasies she had imagined, but the stimulation was too painful for her to climax herself. However, she noticed her pussy getting wet, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Sam, who commented teasingly, “You look like you like being whipped while you suck my cunt; your cunt is wet. I’m glad, because you’re going to be spending a lot of time like this.”

At last, Sam, exhausted, reached a final peak in her climax chain and dropped off.

After a while, she untied Helen and ordered her to prepare the shower and some food.

Helen turned on the shower and took the opportunity to take a quick shower to relax her stiff muscles and aching body. Then, while Sam showered, she prepared food, which they both ate with great appetite.

In the afternoon, after a nap of them both naked in bed, Sam decided she wanted to continue to enjoy Helen’s body.

Sam tied her up the way Helen had tied herself when she got stuck and Kate had to rescue her: on her knees on the bed, with her knees clamped and her legs spread and her hands tied between her legs, temptingly offering her pussy and ass. She also clamped the clamps to her nipples, passing the chain behind her head, and tied the ball gag, telling her, “I’ve enjoyed your mouth enough. Now I don’t need it, and I don’t want you to bother me.”

Helen, with her head resting sideways on the bed, watched as, after tying her up, Helen pulled from her backpack a double strap-on that held two dildos: one longer and one smaller.

Sam placed it in her crotch, positioning the smaller dildo in her vagina, while the other, longer and thicker, swung menacingly like a huge cock.

Sam knelt between Helen’s legs and rested the tip of the huge plastic strap-on cock at the entrance to Helen’s pussy, saying, “Surely a little slut like you misses being fucked by a good cock. Has your pussy felt so empty without a cock in it this weekend? Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.”

Sam gripped Helen’s hips with her hands and moved her own hips forward forcefully, slowly but unyieldingly driving the long cock inside Helen. Helen let out muffled moans as she felt that thick cylinder working its way through her insufficiently lubricated sex, but Sam ignored her moans and continued to work its way in until her hips were in contact with Helen’s buttocks.

Then she pulled back a little, partially withdrawing the dildo from Helen’s vagina, to push it back in, this time with more force and speed. Gradually she picked up the rhythm, highlighted by Helen’s grunts and groans each time that cock bottomed out inside her.

Gradually their sexes became wetter and wetter. Sam, enjoying the stimulation of the small dildo inside her and, above all, the power she felt fucking and controlling Helen. Helen, from the stimulation of the thick artificial cock mercilessly penetrating and dilating her, combined with the humiliation and excitement of being tied up and fucked as she had imagined.

Even though it was not chosen, the situation was turning Helen on more and more. Sam’s hand gripping her nipple clamps like reins and pulling on them added an additional stimulation to her body; a stimulus that was both painful and arousing at the same time.

Helen began to gasp and breathe heavily and closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by the situation she had no control over.

Sam, as she fucked her and pulled on her nipples like she was riding a horse, said, “You like it, huh? You like being fucked and dominated, huh? Don’t worry; this will be your life from now on. I’ll come every day to fuck you; you’re going to be my slave, my whore. How would you like to be at my beck and call all day? Quit your job and be my slave full time? Of course you wouldn’t get your salary, but we’d find a way to get money. I could rent you out to other masters for a good amount; would you like that? I bet you’d love to get fucked by new cocks, wouldn’t you?”

Hearing all this, Helen was horrified; she could not imagine a life as a real slave. But at the same time, the thought of her fantasies coming true, even if it was a long shot, was turning her on. Her imagination and, above all, the feeling of being roughly fucked by a huge cock were bringing her closer to an orgasm that she felt would be gigantic. She had been satisfying Sam all weekend without being able to enjoy herself. Watching someone else cum and enjoy it all the time, without Helen being able to reach the orgasm she craved. Her pussy was soaking wet and offered little resistance to the penetration of the thick strap-on. In the position she was in, the base of the strap-on impacted against her clitoris and stimulated it as Sam penetrated her fully, stimulating all the walls of her vagina at the same time. Finally, she could hold back no longer, and a massive orgasm swept through her body. Helen shuddered and stiffened, twitching despite her restraints and her position.

Sam continued to fuck her more and more vigorously as she said, “You like what I’m telling you, huh? You come just thinking about it? I like it too. I can’t do this with dumb Kate.”

Sam became increasingly aroused too, losing rhythm and control of her body, tugging very painfully at Helen’s nipples at times, and she reached orgasm too. She didn’t stop, however; she continued to fuck Helen, and they both linked orgasm after orgasm, sometimes almost simultaneously. The two sweaty, aroused bodies moved and rubbed hard, both of their pussies soaking wet.

After a long time, Sam withdrew and pulled the soggy, rubbery cylinder out of Helen’s dripping, dilated vagina and lay down beside her. Helen lay motionless, unable to move, not just from the restraints but from exhaustion, as Sam looked down at her and brushed her sweaty hair away from her face.

At that moment, Sam’s mobile rang, and she picked it up, saying, “Hi Kate, how are you?”

“Good, what are you doing, honey?” Helen heard Kate answer.

“I was just relaxing for a while and imagining making love to you,” Sam replied, winking at Helen.

“Well, I’m flying back in an hour, and we can be together tonight.”

“‘That’s great! I’m looking forward to caressing your breasts,” Sam said as she pulled the chain on Helen’s nipples, who couldn’t help but let out a moan.