Chapter 5

Her dull eyes were fixed with that obscene stare as she went to work up top. Lifting the blouse up to the neck with one hand, she grabbed both of Daphne’s wrists in the other meaty paw and forced her arms up in back, bending them at the elbows so that the hands met together up near the neck.

A look of sheer panic crossed Daphne’s face as she realized her position, but Linda kept on with the precision of a surgeon. Working the loose ends of the blouse, she bunched and twisted them until she had one fairly long braid with which she tied the wrists together tightly in back.

I began pumping rapidly at the sight. Hidden only a few feet below I could see that Daphne was now completely secured, her own blouse-collar forming a tight halter around her neck; the other end stretching into a tight rope to cuff her wrists painfully in back of her neck.

Trying to move her arms brought instant choking from the collar and any movement of the head, except to stretch it backwards, pulled painfully on arms already bent to the breaking point. My breathing started coming in gasps as I kept up a steady, rapid jacking with my fist, the other hand massaging my contracting balls. Linda had her tamed and didn’t appear to be in any hurry. I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

In her right fist Linda grabbed both of daphne’s slim wrists at the point they were tied and wrapped her fingers up around the blouse-rope going to the neck. It was ingenious and evil at the same time. Just using the one hand to pull on the rope and wrists, Linda could force Daphne’s upper body into any position she wanted by various combinations of neck chokes and shoulder pain.

For now she kept her bent over about halfway down to the table; tits, still shiny wet from her earlier licking, hanging down heavily; dull white cloth swelling out of the O formed by her partially closed lips.

With her free left hand Linda began unbuttoning Daphne’s jeans. The whimpering stopped and a new look came over Daphne’s face as she struggled to no avail against Linda’s invading fingers. It was no use. The blouse harness was working perfectly and the other girl’s big tree-trunk legs had hers locked tightly below. The tears started flowing again as Daphne realized the helplessness of her position.

Linda had deftly worked Daphne’s fly open and, with one swipe of her huge hand, ripped the jeans down to her knees. Daphne’s huge, pantied, jiggly behinds spilled out all over the place. They sprung back up hard, as the jean cloth released them, as if attached to springs at the back of her waist. They ballooned back down again, the bottom ends of the humps actually bulging below her knees on their way down, before springing back up again. They were like those slinky toys I used play with as a kid.

Boinga ... Boinga ... Boinga ... They had gotten out of sync on the release, one fleshy mound on the way down bulging past the other one on the way up; one agitating the other into more violent jiggling each time they slid past each other. We all stared mezmerized as they bounced up and down, slowing down a little on each pass, until they finally rumbled to halt after a full ten seconds.