Chapter 2

Soft voices roused me from the void. The first bits that made sense must be from younger you. Your voices were similar in some ways, but easy enough to tell apart.

“ ... up for fun? Not just when he, uh, rapes you? Like, why? Doesn’t it hurt? Isn’t it annoying? I don’t like the ropes.”

“For fun, to challenge me, to build intimacy. It’s complicated and big and it touches a lot of places in my head and my body and my heart. I feel safe and needed and cherished and worthy and worthless and ... well, it’s a lot,” you whispered back. I saw you see me awake. “It’s also, not always rape and evil and pain. Sometimes, he’s kind and sweet and owowOWOWOOOOWWW, okaaaaay! Fuck!” I pinched you hard somewhere soft.

I stretched and flexed and lurched out from under the two of you, working my arm, trying to bring it back to life.

“I’m hungry,” I said. “For actual food. And then more of you.”

“Yes, please,” you said. Little you didn’t say anything, just eyeballed me with a mix of uncertainty and speculation.

“How long you guys been up?” I asked.

“Long enough to tell her all your secrets!” you replied. She gave a tiny little snort and looked away.

“OK, Katie - what do you eat? I don’t have any chicken nuggets.”

I dragged the rope lightly thru your mouth and then gripped it tightly in a loop behind your head. It was a handle I used to press you down into the floor. A quick friction to the back of the lines bound your arms over your tits and your head was cranked back severely. My knee replaced my hands and ground your face into the floor. I grabbed another length of rope and tied a line to the wraps that held your leg folded double and ran it through the low hanging ring to lift your lower body up. Now you were being stretched between your pinned head and lifted leg - I held this for a long moment and then released your head.

A quick shift and your head was in my lap. One hand stroked your hair and the other reached up and into your cunt, pulling down against your pelvis. As you mewled and shivered, Katie sat cross legged an arm’s length away, watching closely. She was wearing a purple T shirt and nothing else. I had the lights on and I could see her shaved pussy when I looked at her. Her hands lingered near her lap but she didn’t touch herself.

I made waffles and you chopped fruit and she poured juice. We talked about nothing for the few minutes it took to eat and then it was shower and shave time. Katie was taken aback when I told her I wanted her shaved. That wasn’t a thing she’d given much thought - perhaps it wasn’t in vogue twenty years ago. Perhaps she was too much of a nerd to care - I know she spent far more time in books than engaged with the real world.

The shower is roomy but few are made to fit three and it was tight. After leisurely soaping each other and plenty of errant elbows, I lifted her, back against my chest, my elbows hooking her knees, her holes exposed for you to fix. You knelt down and rubbed soap into a lather in her fuzz and began cleaning her up.

Her head lolled back into my chest and her breathing became shallow. I nibbled her ear and neck and whispered of horrible things I’d do to her. All too soon, you signaled you were done and I turned her into the spray rinsing her for your inspection.

You ran your tongue through her folds a few times to check for stray stubble and she buried her face in her hands, turning red and hot from shame and arousal and then pouting in frustration when you stopped.

I brought my slimy fingers from your cunt to your mouth, hooking them inside to lift your head from my lap. I pivoted to the side and snatched up another hank of rope. This was tied to your chest wraps and taken over the bamboo. I lifted your torso to waist height and bent over to kiss you.

I reached out to little you and gripped her by the hair. I gently guided her closer, so she knelt face to face with you. I crouched down so all our faces were close. Her shirt was peeled off and I bound her hands behind her back. I slid behind her and used the rope to bring her elbows together. I held her tightly and began wrapping the rope around her body, locking her arms behind her and crushing her little tits. I nuzzled the back of her neck as I worked, nudging your faces together.

Your tongue reached out for her lips and she turned her head away. I pushed her back to you with my chin and her lips parted for your tongue but then I pushed and you swung gently away. As you swung to and fro, you both began to kiss in the moments you made contact, my hands traveled her small form and I wound the rope, adding another length around her waist and locked it to her feet to keep her on her knees.

I spread her knees wide and shifted her along your body so she looked into your glistening cunt. I tied a cuff around her neck and used the line to force her cheek against your thigh, lips to lips. I wound the remaining rope around your waist and her head.

I got right in her face and grabbed her neck. “Now it’s your job to make her cum. Don’t worry - she’s easy.”

I stood up and admired the both of you for a moment, naked, bound together, one of you eager, one of you nervous but no longer terrified. I shucked my pants and pushed my cock into your throat.

She’s watching me and rocking back and forth as my thrusts swing you. “Do it,” I commanded.

Her tongue crept out of her mouth and gingerly poked at your moist flesh. She withdrew her tongue into her mouth and I watched the wheels turn in her head as she analyzed your taste. Back out it came for another quick lick and assessment.

“She’s not that easy - get in there. You know exactly where her good bits are and what to do - they’re your bits!” Something clicked and there was an acceptance that settled into her posture. Her tongue began to work with something akin to eagerness.

It was awkward because she was clueless how to transfer what her fingers knew to this newly recruited appendage and because she was tied in a less than optimal position. It was also fucking hot and I stroked into your throat harder, feeling you wrapped snugly around my cock, enjoying your desperation. The need to breathe, the need to cum...