Chapter 99

They stayed at Carmel for two nights and were so exhausted after their initial bed encounter, even Brandi with her magnificent physical stamina, that after it they simply relaxed and enjoyed one another. They slept, walked the shore, ate out, and when they returned to their room they only fucked once before falling asleep. But it was a long, drawn out, exquisite intermingling of their two hungry and beautiful bodies, culminating in a shared orgasm so intense and prolonged that it lasted nearly a full minute, during which each clung to the other gasping and moaning in the grip of a piercing, throttling ecstacy.

It was not until the following afternoon, while they were walking along the beach, that Brandi diffidently, casually, brought up a subject Laura had not thought to mention.

"Did you... bring that thingee with you?" she said, off- handedly.

Laura smiled. She had these days taken to keeping her sex toys in a valise, as Karen did, and she had flung it in the trunk of her car just in case.

"What 'thingee' did you have in mind?" she teased.

"You know what I mean," Brandi said, looking away.

"I do believe you're blushing, Ms. Olympia."

Brandi smiled and glanced shyly at Laura, her eyes smoking with lust. "You did bring it."

"You mean that little machine with the four pleasure prongs?" Laura suggested, enjoying the tease. "That we used to fuck ourselves into pervert's paradise last time?"

Brandi gulped, recalling it. "Yes," she whispered.

Now Laura could feel her hot blood running too. "Want to go back to the room?"

"Yes."

God, we're really going to fuck like crazy now, Laura thought. All the rest was just leading up to this. She knew Brandi felt it too. Brandi wouldn't look at her, but she could sense that the girl was pulsing and quivering inside with hot, urgent lust, as Laura was.

They stopped at Laura's car for the valise. Brandi could scarcely take her eyes off it as they went to their room. Inside, they locked the door, and Laura handed the valise to Brandi.

"You want to open it, don't you?"

"Yes," Brandi said, her breath quickening already.

She quickly unzipped the top and emptied the valise onto the bed. The bowed, four-pronged dildo fell out, along with a coil of nylon rope, a red rubber ball gag, a bottle of baby oil, and the thin whip with the leather pad on the end that Laura often used with Karen and had forgotten to remove.

Brandi immediately picked up it. "What's this?"

Laura blushed. "Oh... something I... I don't know."

"You do too know. It's a whip."

"A... small one, I guess."

"Pretty white lady," Brandi said, eyes widening with exaggerated awe, "you be the kinkiest person I ever did know. Who you be whipping? Or do they be awhipping you?"

Playfully, Laura snatched it from Brandi's hand. She waved it in mock menace.

"It'll be you, if you don't watch out," she teased. "You're too strong. I need an equalizer."

Suddenly Brandi's eyes began to smoke again, as they had down on the shore. "You wouldn't touch me with it, would you?" she whispered in a soft, sexually alluring murmur. "Unless I begged you?"

Laura smiled in a menacing way that she knew turned Brandi on. "Only if you beg," she whispered back.

Brandi drew closer. She took Laura in her arms, kissing her romantically, then sexually. "I want you to tie me up and fuck me, like you used to do," she whispered.

"I decare, Ms. Olympia," Laura teased. "Who's the pervert now?"

"Please," Brandi said.

Instead of answering, Laura began to undress her, something she never tired of doing. She took each piece of clothing off slowly, kissing and licking Brandi's rich black smooth skin, exploring the girl's magnificent body in loving detail, finally removing her underwear last and gently pushing Brandi down onto her back on the bed.

"I could fuck you like this," she whispered.

"I know," Brandi panted. "Do it the right way. The way I asked."

"Okay. But what if I get out of control... and hurt you?"

"I want you to hurt me," Brandi breathed, eyes throbbing. She grabbed the whip, where Laura had dropped it next to them on the bed. "I want you to use this. Use it the way you use it with your other girlfriend."

Laura was already tying her wrists and ankles to the bedframe. Brandi was spreadeagled, as vulnerable as anyone could be with her kind of strength and muscles. Laura thought her fully capable of breaking the rope, if she wanted to get free. But Brandi did not want to get free.

Long ago she had told Laura that it was an enormous sexual turn-on to her to be completely at Laura's mercy, tied up and mercilessly raped by Laura, so unlike anything else in her life, where people worshipped and admired her incredible strength. If they wanted her, and most of them did, it was to have her fuck them, as she fucked Laura, who also wanted it, powerfully and hard, a forceful, even brutal sexual domination resulting in a wild, hot flowering of orgasms. Even her husband would not fuck her hard for fear of her phenomenal strength.

Only Laura would give in to her needs, and also she could trust no one else but Laura. So now she began to quiver and moan softly with excitement even before Laura had finished tying her up.

"Oh, you don't want that," Laura said softly. "She's a real... you know, masochist. It's actually her whip. She leaves it with me so she won't be tempted to offer it to anyone else."

Brandi was fascinated. "When you whip her... she comes?"

Laura nodded. "Violently."

By this time Laura had Brandi's arms and legs immobilized. Now she was wrapping coils of rope around Brandi's chest, crisscrossing her small breasts so that they bulged, the thick black nipples flaring. Next she dipped the rope between Brandi's huge thighs, into her crotch, squeezing her pussy between two strands, running them both up her asscrack, then circling them several times around her small waist. Now Brandi was beginning to be uncomfortable.

"Is it too tight?" Laura asked.

"I want it tight," Brandi gasped, her eyes burning.

"I want to lick your clit," Laura whispered. "You can't see it, but it's swollen and protruding from its little hood because I have your pussy pinched between the rope strands."

"If you lick it I'll come," Brandi panted.

Now Laura began to remove her own clothes, doing it slowly and tantalizingly for Brandi's enjoyment.

"Did you ever let her... whip you?" Brandi asked.

Laura nodded slowly.

"Did you come?"

Laura kept nodding.

"Violently?"

Laura nodded faster. "Shockingly," she said. ""I guess because it's so sick and perverted."

"Where did you whip each other?" Brandi asked.

Laura was just removing her bra. She cupped her own breasts in both hands and brushed her thick madder-brown nipples with her forefingers, looking at Brandi from beneath her long lashes.

"There?"

Laura nodded. Then she removed her panties and ran one forefinger elaborately up and down the crease of her pussy, which was very warm and wet. Her finger came away glistening.

"There too?" Brandi gasped, incredulous.

Slowly Laura nodded.

Brandi swallowed. "God, doesn't it hurt?"

"Yes," Laura replied evenly. "Afterward, it hurts."

Brandi bit her lower lip. "If you do it to me, you have to promise not to hold anything back. I didn't hold anything back for you."

"I know. My pussy still aches."

Brandi's eyes rolled up. She was already twisting and squirming, wildly horny. "Are you going to whip me, or use the thingee?"

Laura looked at her solemnly. "What do you want?"

Brandi bit her lower lip again. "Both."

Without speaking, Laura reached down and grabbed the red rubber ball gag. Brandi began shaking as she fastened it in place. The sight of this incredibly strong woman quivering with fear under her aroused Laura wildly.

"I'm only giving you what you want, darling," she whispered to Brandi when the gag was finally tight and secure. "Are you still sure you want it?"

Brandi, eyes wide and burning, nodded vigorously, and made frantic whimpering noises. Laura picked up the whip, but she was unable to begin without tasting both Brandi's nipples and her pussy, before she began to abuse them. She bent down and began to lick the girl's swollen, glossy black nipples, and Brandi went wild, squirming, whimpering hysterically.

Then, unable to resist, Laura dipped her head quickly into the girl's exposed, vulnerable groin, and licked the distended berry of Brandi's clit with a long, sensual stroke of her tongue. Again Brandi went wild, keening and flexing, her amazing body bulging everywhere with huge strips and bulbs of fantastic hard muscle.

Finally, Laura was ready to give her what she asked for. But when she grabbed the small whip again, she found she couldn't continue.

"God, honey, do you realize how sick this really is?" she asked Brandi. "If I go through with this I'll hate myself. You'll hate me."

Brandi shook her head wildly, consumed by sexual need. But Laura bent forward and loosened the straps that held the gag in place. The red ball popped out of Brandi's mouth.

"Laura, do it!" she begged. "I can take it. Really. I'm used to pain. I'm almost coming already. If you just do it a few times, I'll come. I know it."

"How do you know you can stand it?" Laura asked.

"You did. You came... violently, you said. True?"

Laura looked down. "Yes."

"Was it worth it?"

Now Laura bit her own lower lip. She couldn't lie. "Yes."

Brandi's dark eyes watered, but she said nothing. Finally, she looked down at the gag in Laura's hand. Slowly, Laura refastened it in place. Brandi's eyes shut briefly. She knew it was coming now. There would be no turning back a second time.

But she didn't know how skillfully Laura would tease her. Laura remembered how to do it. She had learned with Karen, and she began with Brandi's rope-strangled breasts, teasing the bursting nipples with the leather pad on the end of the whip. First she stroked them gently with them, but soon began tapping each one with the whip.