Chapter 16

After Tonya calmed down, Nancy pulled her boot back on, then put her arm around the still-shaking ex-skater, guiding her out into the hall. They walked, Tonya's legs wobbly from her ordeal, to a room with a bed in it. Nancy motioned to it.

"Sit."

Tonya sat; the bed was nice and soft, and she waited quietly for Nancy to explain what would happen next...

"I told you I'd stop the pain if you gave me pleasure, Tonya; now, you get to do it. Undress me, so that you can worship my body."

"Okay..."

"SLAVE Tonya... ?"

"Okay... Yes, Mistress Nancy, Goddess of Ice", Tonya replied.

"That's better."

Tonya proceeded to remove Nancy's leather boots, slowly and lovingly. When each boot was off, Tonya gently caressed the now-bare leg, giving Nancy sensations of both power and arousal.

"Now, the gloves..."

Nancy was wearing soft, supple kid leather gloves; they felt soft, almost fragile to Tonya's fingers as she slid them off. Nancy's arms were soft, and slightly moist from perspiring while she gave Tonya the ginger suppository; Tonya ran her fingers up and down Nancy's forearms, then nuzzled each one with her cheeks. She looked up at Nancy.

"My top now..."

Nancy's top was a leather bustier, black and shiny; Tonya reached around Nancy's back, loosening it and gently removing it from the silver medalist's body. Nancy's breasts stood proudly, with a glow from the moistness her activity had produced; Tonya reached up, caressing each breast, then rubbing them against her cheeks. The nipples started getting hard, and she looked up at Nancy, a pleading look in her eyes, begging to worship the Kerrigan breasts...

"Not yet, my slave," Nancy said, tenderly, "You must prove that you're worthy of my breasts; take off the bottoms now."

The subservient Harding slid her Mistress's leather panties down her sleek, muscular legs. She yearned to bury her face in Nancy's musky mound of Venus, and again looked up...

"You want to lick my pussy, don't you, my slave?"

"Yes, Mistress Nancy, Goddess of Ice", Tonya replied, nodding her agreement.

"You'll have to wait, my pet; again, you must prove yourself worthy of my pussy, as well as my breasts..."

"Where should I start, Mistress Nancy, Goddess of Ice?"

"Kiss me to show your love for your Mistress, my pet."

Tonya stood up, looking straight into Nancy's eyes; the look of submission was unmistakable. She slowly put her hands on Nancy's cheeks, gently pulling her face close. Their lips met, tentatively, then Tonya pulled back, looking, silently pleading for approval. A smile crossed Nancy's lips, and Tonya held her close, passionately French-kissing her captor, who returned her own tongue into Tonya's hot mouth!

Both women felt the sexual heat build inside them! They kissed in what seemed an eternal embrace, then Tonya slowly withdrew, her face glowing, and knelt down.

"You may start by worshipping my feet, pet."

Tonya gently guided Nancy's body onto the bed, laying her down with a gentle caress on her shoulder. She ran her fingers down the silver medalist's smooth body, slowly, gently caressing her supple skin. Nancy let out a soft purr as her former rival's fingertips gave her sensations of pleasure, and she thought to herself that training Tonya wasn't so bad of a task after all...

Tonya's hands moved down Nancy's sleek, muscular legs, down to her feet. She took Nancy's right foot, and tenderly kissed it, then gently started sucking her toes; the mixture of fresh perspiration and the scent of the leather boots gave Tonya a rush that she hadn't expected! Tenderly, she sucked each toe, then licked the soles of her Mistress's feet. Her tongue traveled up the sleek legs, and back down again; long, gentle strokes, each leaving a shining trail behind it.

Tonya's tongue flirted with the edges of Nancy's pussy bush, but she remembered that she would have to wait for the proper time to give her the ultimate pleasure. She detoured her tongue around the neatly-trimmed muff, making her way up Nancy's torso, with long, smooth strokes that elicited increasingly ecstatic moans of pleasure from Kerrigan.

The Harding tongue circled around Nancy's breasts, taking care not to touch the breast itself; Tonya was now longing to take the nipples in her hot mouth, to suck, lick, and worship them, oblivious to the fact that her submission was complete...