Chapter 172

But if Inky was at the top, Earlene was only a few rungs down. These two new lovers occupied Laura's thoughts constantly, and when Earlene phoned Laura the day after Laura's bout with Inky, Laura's libido took a sudden skyrocket into the exciting perversity they shared. Sex with Inky was so sweetly intense, but with Earlene it was dangerous and perversely thrilling.

"I couldn't get the other night off my mind," Earlene confessed over the phone.

"I couldn't either." Laura could feel the pulse beating in her throat.

"Think you could bring yourself to do it again?"

"I think wild horses couldn't stop me," Laura breathed into the receiver.

"When are you free?"

"Tonight."

"I'll be there after work."

Laura, after a moment's reflection, called Karen. "I need to borrow something," she said.

"Of course." Karen's voice was smoky, suggestive. "Come on over after work. It's been some time since we... you know-"

"I... have a date," Laura said, feeling sexually aroused and embarrassed at the same time.

"Oh." Karen's voice dropped. "So you don't want to see me. You just want to borrow something from me to use on your date. Like the last time you borrowed something."

Oh god, she's right! Laura thought. "I... don't know what to say."

"No need to say anything."

"No, there is a need. Let me say this. Next time you and I... you have free rein. Okay?"

"'Free rein'?" Karen asked. "You mean I can do anything I want?"

"Yes," Laura swallowed.

"And when might we get around to this?"

"This weekend?"

Laura could almost hear her smile. "I accept. Now let me guess what you want to borrow. The vise, right?"

She almost hated Karen for putting her through this. "Yes."

"I have it in my car. Meet me at the parking lot exit at a few minutes after work and I'll let you have it."

This meeting was almost as erotic as Laura's anticipated evening with Earlene would surely turn out to be. Karen was, as usual, wildly attractive. She was the first woman Laura had ever slept with, and her allure remained devastating. Her dark eyes were fiery with jealousy intermingled with lust as she removed a bag containing the wicked vise from the trunk of her car.

"How dare you use this on someone other than me," she said, handing it to Laura. "Is she pretty? Is she a sister? Are her boobs as good as mine?"

The answer to all these questions was yes, but Laura did not dare to answer them. "I can't help it," she said in a meek voice. "I'm crazy about both of you."

Karen smirked. "Just don't let her leave any marks on you. Or I'll kill her. Got that straight?"

"I'll tell her."

"I'll drop by your place Saturday afternoon. Okay?"

Now it was Laura's turn to smirk. "You better get some rest beforehand, girl."

It was the same thing she had said to Inky. She almost blushed at her boldness but stood her ground. Karen was absolutely 'rape-able' in a short white skirt that showed off her stocky but well-shaped legs and a tight yellow blouse punctuated by her large, jutting breasts. They had shared things that Laura would never even suggest to Earlene.

Although Earlene and I have gone pretty far already, she realized, remembering them fisting one another, and the way she had whipped Earlene's breasts. Pretty far. And now... the vise.

But Karen and Laura had nearly put one another in the hospital, more times than either one like to remember. Karen leaned close, dangerously close, and breathed in Laura's ear. "You are the one who better get rested up," she warned. "I'm going to fuck you so hard on Saturday that you won't be able to walk on Sunday."

Laura's knees suddenly went weak. Karen saw it and smiled. "I can't wait," Laura whispered haltingly.

"I'll bet you can't." Karen winked. "Now enjoy your little night of torture with your black bimbo."

Laura drove home chewing over Karen's words, feeling resentful, and aroused too. Earlene wasn't a bimbo. She shared more with Karen than Karen knew. But more bizarre to Laura was the contrast between this plunge into perversion and the sweet, though intense, innocence of her emotional fucking with Charise, Inky, her wildly fetching teenager. How can I go from that sweet girl into this sick... thing we're going to do? Hurting each other with these horrible devices? Whipping? Biting? And Inky is so sweet. I would never dream of hurting her lovely young body.

But Earlene was already there, waiting for Laura. And one look at her full, voluptuous body, and a deep gaze into her hotly pulsing eyes was enough to remind Laura that the perverse tortures were inescapable. Earlene had a lovely body too, and Laura looked forward to making her scream, to making tears flow down her cheeks, to making her nearly pass out in the throes of excruciating, even painful orgasms.

"Hi," Earlene smiled. "I was hoping you didn't forget."

Laura could already feel how wet her own pussy was. "Small chance of that," she said softly. "Just try not to look at me like we're obviously going upstairs to fuck. My neighbors are already suspicious."

They were alone in the elevator, and Earlene risked a little. "Maybe you don't use that gag enough with the others," she teased.

Laura grimaced. "It's because it looks so good on you, darling. I save it just for you."

"What's in the bag?"

Laura smiled. "You'll find out."

Inside Laura's apartment, they kissed by the door, hungry for each other. "I'm sorry," Earlene confessed. "I really did want to do that. I think I really missed you. I know my boobs did. It took them three days to stop hurting, after last time."

Laura frowned, looking down at the mounds pushing up through Earlene's thin rayon blouse. "Poor babies. But you told me that's what you wanted. Something to remember me by."

"Nobody ever whipped them."

"You sound like you liked it."

Earlene's eyes danced with fire. "Are you going to do it again?"

"Only if you want me to."

"I don't know if I do or not," Earlene said as Laura pulled her toward the bedroom.

Laura was overcome by lust, and she realized Earlene was too. In Laura's bedroom they quickly disrobed. Laura removed Earlene's bra, and Earlene removed Laura's. They brushed their naked breasts together.

"They're beautiful," Laura murmured, cupping Earlene's full, firm breasts in her hands. "They don't look like they hurt."

"They don't any more. But I have a feeling they will in a few minutes."

Laura kissed her passionately, thrusting her tongue deep into Earlene's mouth. "I want to swallow them," she panted.

"What's in the bag?"

"Want to see it?"

"Something to hurt me with?"

"You, honey, are sick..."

"Let me see," Earlene said, reaching for the bag, unable to stifle her curiosity.

Laura slowly removed the vise. She held it up, running her fingers along the rubberized bars. Earlene's eyes widened. She too ran her fingertip along one bar, then twirled one of the wingnuts.

"Looks like that baby could hurt," she said.

"Want to try it?"

Earlene's eyes were already glazed. She was a complete and total masochist, again like Karen. Just the idea of breast torture seemed to bring her close to an orgasm.

"I might come before you even get it tight," she panted, her breath growing quick.

"Well, we have to do it right," Laura said, pulling the rope out from under the bed.

She sat Earlene down and began to tie up her magnificent breasts, looping the coils of white rope around each one, separating them, strangling them tightly enough to make them swell and throb, but not enough to deaden the sensations. Again Earlene's large black nipples flared, glossy and bulbous, fantastically tempting. She watched each detail, as Laura bound her breasts.

By the time Laura finished, they jutted out incredibly from the coils, hard balls, swollen and shiny, the large nipples protruding, the centers rising stiffly about half an inch above the engorged areolas. Laura wanted to drop everything right there and suck and bite them enough to make Earlene melt down in an explosion of coming, which she knew Earlene would do in under twenty seconds if she gave in to her desire.

But she controlled the urge. Earlene wanted the vise, even though she was nearly so far gone already in sexual delirium that Laura realized she could probably do anything to her.

"Do you want me to put the gag in now? Or wait?" she asked.

Earlene's breath came in short pants. "Wait... until I... tell you," she gasped.

Laura teased her by running one long, shapely forefinger all over the bulging globes, touching each of Earlene's bursting nipples with her fingertip. Earlene bit her full lower lip. She quivered visibly with intense sexual excitement as she watched Laura's finger on her nipples.

"Oh god!" she whimpered in a soft voice.

"I'm going to tie your hands behind you, you naughty girl," Laura said to her. "I don't want you trying to protect them when I... give you what you're dying for."

"Oh god," Earlene said again as Laura tied together her wrists behind her back.

Now Laura picked up the vise. Like Karen's, Earlene's breasts were bigger than hers. The wing nuts had to be loosened and the bars pulled farther apart before they would even fit over the bulging globes of Earlene's gorgeous, throttled breasts. Earlene watched everything, fascinated, terrified.

Laura slipped the bars over Earlene's breasts, trapping the beautiful mounds between them. From experience she knew not to push them too far back toward Earlene's chest, so that they caught the rear part of her breasts, which were already tightly trussed by the rope. Instead, she stopped halfway, catching each full, hard globe in the middle, so that when the bars were tightened, they would clamp each breast in its fleshiest part.

Now Earlene was shaking and moaning so badly that she could hardly sit up. Laura wondered if the gag would be necessary very soon. She had not even begun to tighten the bars, but the anticipation nearly made Earlene come. And she didn't even know yet that Laura planned to put the nipple clamps on her too, momentarily.

"Oh god... oh shit," Earlene murmured over and over, as Laura began slowly to turn the wing nuts on each side of the device.

"It doesn't hurt yet, does it?"

"No." Earlene shook her head, her neck-length braids swirling sexily. "But it's gonna. I can tell. Where did you find this thing?"

"It's a secret."

"Have you ever had it done to you?"

"Yes."

The bars were drawing closer together now, biting into the wonderful smooth flesh of Earlene's breasts. Again Laura paused to run her fingertips over Earlene's bursting, bulbous black nipples.

"I just want to lick them and suck them so badly," she murmured.

"Do it. Please... do it."

"But if I do you'll come."

"I know."

"Don't you want to save it?"

"I want to come," Earlene glowered at Laura, who began to tighten the wing nuts again.

By the time Laura next paused, Earlene's breasts were crushed between the two bars, and Earlene was beginning to moan uncontrollably. Laura knew it was time for the gag. She had been through this herself and knew that this stage, which was clearly beginning to torment Earlene, was only the prelude to worse pain to come. Her own breasts were smaller, but she knew that Earlene's could take at least another inch of pressure. But the pain was growing intense.

Tears began to roll uncontrollably down Earlene's cheeks. "Why do you want to hurt me?" she asked Laura softy, as Laura was retrieving the ball gag from her closet.

Laura kissed her cheek, again rubbing her fingertips over Earlene's taut, swollen nipples. "You asked me to hurt you. It makes you come hard."

Earlene's face was contorted by fierce sexual excitement. "Are you going to fist fuck me again?"

"Do you want me to?"

"I dreamed of having you whip me there. Like you whipped my boobs, last time? I dreamed of you whipping my pussy."

"Believe me, girl, you don't want that. You won't walk for days."

"I have a high pain threshhold," Earlene panted. "That's why I can stand this."

She looked down at her crushed and swollen breasts, knowing as Laura fastened the ball gag in place that Laura wasn't finished with them. Before the ball slipped into her mouth, preventing any more pleas, she fixed Laura with her throbbing black eyes.

"Whip my pussy and make me come, Laura," she asked solemnly. "Whip my pussy."

Before fastening the ball in place, Laura leaned forward and kissed Earlene sensually, a long, intimate, emotional kiss, a kiss of great tenderness but also a promise. By her kiss she told Earlene she didn't want to hurt her but would do what Earlene wanted. Earlene quivered and mewled as the ball went into her mouth, and the strap was tightened. Now her eyes were streaked with fear.

Laura immediately opened the bed side table drawer and withdrew the alligator nipple clamps, the ferocious ones Karen had left with her, the clamps that had made her, Laura, weep and sob and shudder from intense pain. She could feel Earlene almost physically recoil from them as she stared at Laura's hand.

But then she nodded rapidly, grunting and moaning incoherently into the gag. "Unhhh! Ungghmmphhh!" she grunted, nodding, signifying to Laura that she wanted them, she wanted the clamps, she wanted more pain.

Grimly, Laura pried open the first clamp with her thumb and forefinger. She slid the wide, open jaws of the clamp over the bulging areola of one huge, glossy, swollen, black nipple and slowly let it close. The teeth, even though coated with a thin rubber skin to prevent puncturing, bit sharply into Earlene's nipple. Her body shuddered involuntarily, and a piteous mewling of agony escaped from deep in her throat. Again tears poured down her cheeks.

Laura paused to refine the torture a little by running the tip of her forefinger over the protruding stem of Earlene clamp-bitten nipple. Earlene whimpered, her black eyes imploring Laura, whether to keep it up or to stop Laura couldn't tell. Now Laura fastened the second clamp onto Earlene's other nipple in the same way, also flicking the erect center with her fingertip. Now Earlene's whole body flinched, and she moaned in acute pain, her lovely breasts mangled by the vise, strangled by the rope coils, and her large nipples fiercely pinched by the alligator clamps.

Now that both nipples were clamped, Laura heightened the torment by toying with the steel chain that linked them together, tugging it with her finger and watching the fresh tears pour down Earlene's face, listening to the desperate whimpering that was so neatly stifled by the ball gag in her mouth. A glance down at Earlene's crotch revealed a soupy, glistening mop of pubic hair and Earlene's puckering wet pussy, overflowing and festering in an inflamed bloom of lust. Laura realized that to fulfill Earlene's deepest needs, she had to whip this beautiful pussy, as Earlene had begged her to do.

And to do that successfully, she had to tie apart Earlene's thighs, so that she couldn't reflexively close them against the blows of the whip. Earlene realized it too, and she quivered and moaned helplessly while Laura took time out to tie each knee to opposite bed posts. Now Earlene's beautiful silky black thighs were completely spread, and her pussy was totally vulnerable.

Laura wondered if she had ever seen a more beautiful victim. Karen was certainly as fetching, but for true beauty she couldn't match Earlene's high cheekbones and v-shaped face. Randi was even more beautiful, but Laura had never done anything to her but tie up her breasts a little; never anything like this, or what she and Karen had done together. Brandi was beautiful, but her spectacularly grotesque and beautiful body drew your attention away from her face, and somehow made her category-less, as if she couldn't be compared with anybody else, save maybe another beautiful female body builder.