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Amelia walked down the street that was West Forty-Second. The street was deserted but well lit. It was a warm summer's eve, so Amelia didn’t wear much: running shorts, cotton-polyester blend tank top and ratty sneakers. Her curly hair was pulled into a messy bun on top her head.
She carried her iPod with her. "The Double-Dutch Bus" blares through her earphones, all outside noises were blocked out. Including that of the screeching tires attacked to an all-black van (windows tinted) that slowly followed her.
There were three young women in the van. The driver was blonde, blue-eyed, petite, but big chested. The woman in the passenger seat had long black hair, green eyes and very pale skin. She was a bit bigger than the driver, but her breasts were huge.
There was one lone woman in the back of the van. She was red red-haired and a pretty bronze color. She had full lips and an awesome figure. Her shirt was so tight, her nipples showed prominently through it.
The van sped up a little so it was right behind her when it slowed to a crawl, allowing the passenger and redhead to slip out easily. The black-haired woman snuck up behind Amelia, wrapping her left arm around the girl's chest, pinning her back to her. With her right hand she pressed a cloth over her nose and mouth that was soaked with chloroform.
Amelia fell limp again the woman. "Get her feet, Sara," she said to the redhead. With a nod, Sara swooped down and picked Amelia’s feet from the ground. The left foot in the right hand, right foot in the left hand, Sara rested her arms at her sides and they made their way to the back of the van.
The blonde opened the doors and helped them get the unconsious girl inside. Once inside, they hogtied Amelia, gagged her and laid her on her stomach.
The van sped away into the night. They passed streetlamp after streetlamp. Tree after tree. Soon all there was to see was grass. Lots and lots of grass.
They drove and drove, not seeming to be going anywhere in particular. But minutes later, the van was stopped and parked in front of an old stone lodge. The place hadn’t been used for years. Not for what it was made for anyway.
The three woman carried Amelia inside. They went down the hall to the very end. The wooden door creaked open and the proceeded into the room. Shackles hung from the ceiling in the back of the room.
In the center, there was a medieval rack, straps hanging down all around it. The three women unbound Amelia and laid her upon the table. The strapped her wrists over her head, her legs wide apart. The cranked the rack so she was pulled taut.
Sara put smelling salts under Amelia’s nose. A moment later, Amelia began to stir, “wha...huh? Where am I?”
“Hell,” replied the blonde. The three women surrounded the table. The blonde and black-haired women at the sides, the redhead at the foot.
“Let me go!” cried the bound blonde. She tugged furiously at her bonds.
“That’ll do you no use,” replied the redhead. She slowly started to unlace Amelia’s left shoe.
“What are you doing?!” Amelia yelled, trying to move her foot.
“Just making your more at home, sweetie,” the blonde said, stroking Amelia’s hair.
Soon Amelia’s shoes were discarded at the base of the rack, along with her socks. “Now doesn’t that feel better, hon?” cooed Sara, smiling sweetly, in a devilish way.
“No, put my shoe back on!” commanded Amelia from her bonds.
“What’s wrong, Amelia, baby?” whispered the blonde, tickling her ear with her breath.
“Don’t you want to have fun?” giggled the black-haired woman.
“No!” yelled Amelia, struggling violently.
“We do, don’t we Sheri?” said the blonde, still stroking Amelia’s hair.
“Sure do, Jackie.” Sheri produced a pair of giant scissors. “Now to begin.”
“What are you g-going to do?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Sheri said, evilly. Sheri grabbed the hem of Amelia’s shirt and began to cut a straight line up to the neck; she pulled it away, exposing the white bra underneath.
“What the hell?” Amelia shouted, confused.
Ignoring the outburst, Sheri begins to cut away at the running shorts. “Stop it!” Amelia screams in protest.
“No,” Sheri said simply. She lowered her hands onto Amelia’s flat tummy and began to rub it. Sara began to rub Amelia’s feet as well.
“The hell?” Amelia squeaked as Jackie picked up Sheri’s discarded scissors and cut Amelia’s bra and panties into shreds. WHAT THE FUCK?”
The three women stepped back to admire the naked beauty. The scanned her from head to toe. From her full lips to her hairless semi-tanned complexion. They paused when their eyes fell on her huge, round, perky breasts, and her rosy pink nipples that stiffen in the cold air. Their eager eyes continued their travel down her taut tummy down to her hairless vagina. Oh, how they’d torment her poor lips and clitoris.
They continued all the way down to her feet, size ten, her toes were long and slender and had a slight curl to them.
They took their places again once they were done ogling (Sheri and Jackie at the sides, Sara at the foot).
“What are you going to do?” Amelia asked, starting to worry.
“Just relax and enjoy.” Sheri and Jackie began to run their hands up and down her exposed sides. Amelia started to squirm. “What’s the matter?”
“N-nothing,” Amelia responded, biting her lip.
“So it wouldn’t bother you if we did this?” The two women nodded briefly at each other before turning the long-nailed fingers into claws and scribbling them up and down Amelia’s sides, occasionally skittering them across her flat tummy.
Amelia was shocked. She hadn’t expected this. This absolutely drove her wild. She thrashed about, but it didn’t help much as she was strapped securely to the table. Slowly, they each brought one of their hands up to her armpits, softly, at first, small circles they made in her outstretched hollows. Amelia’s mouth, stretched wide in the most adorable grin, emitted no sound for a few seconds. Then, “No ho oh ho oh ho oh ho oh ho oh ho oho oh! Hah he hah he hah he hah he hah! Hah he he, hah he hah he hah! Sto-hah hah hah hahp it!”
“Why would we do that? You seem to be enjoying yourself immensely,” said the blonde.
After about forty-five minutes of hearing Amelia’s loud, but sweet haws and hes, her beautiful begging, the two women resentfully pulled their hands away. That’s when Sara stepped forward, watching Amelia from the foot of the rack, smiling lightly.
“Oh no! NO! No, no! Please! You can’t do this!” screamed Amelia, kicking her legs as much as she could.
“We can’t do what?” Sara asked quietly, pulling something out of her pants’ pocket.
“T-tickle my feet,” Amelia replied with a slight stutter.
“Tickle your feet you say? OK,” replied Sara, putting the item back in her pocket and lightly tickling Amelia’s now-curled toes.
Shrieks and squeals flowed from Amelia’s wide-open mouth. Her head flailed back and forth, her hair falling on her face. “Ooo… looks like we found her hot spot, girls,” said the blonde, who was watching Amelia’s breasts bounce with every laugh and giggle.
“Maybe she has more than just one.” Sheri ran her long nail down the inside of the bound girl’s right thigh. It twitched and jerked. She brought up her other hand and tickled the inside of the other thigh.
This got a response. Despite her bonds, Amelia arches up her hips, practically shoving her sexy, shaved pussy in Sheri’s face.
Intrigued, Jackie walked up to the head of the rack and bent over the girl far enough so her mouth was an inch from Amelia’s lovely breasts (her own breasts were an inch from Amelia’s mouth) . She took the nipple of Amelia’s right breast in her mouth and began to suck on it. She could her light moans escaping Amelia’s throat, so she sucked harder. Amelia moaned louder and arched up, her lips pressing again Jackie’s concealed breasts.
Getting an idea, Jackie pulled away for a moment and smirked. Amelia looked sad for a moment. Jackie pulled her shirt off and unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Then she discarded her own skirt and thong and slipped off her sandals.
She lowered her own eager lips back to Amelia’s swollen nipple and began to suck. Amelia moaned, in pure bliss was she. It wasn’t long before she arched up again, taking Jackie’s own nipple into her mouth.
Jackie moaned quietly, resting her hands on the rack by her sides. A few moments later, she switched to Amelia’s other nipple.
Sara stripped naked, hopped on the rack, straddled Amelia’s shins and bent forward to suck her toes. At this new sensation Amelia squealed and started wiggling her toes.
Sheri walked around the table a few times taking in the action. She smiled when she spotted wetness leaking out of her pussy. This gave Sheri an idea. She stripped naked and climbed up between Amelia’s wide-open legs. Slowly she started tickling Amelia’s inner thighs like she had earlier.
Amelia’s screams were muffled by Sheri’s big breast, but her hips were wiggling up a storm. Satisfied, she, Sheri, skittered her fingers along Amelia’s wet pussy lips. Amelia practically jumped out of her skin; which made Sheri grin. Sheri slid one finger inside and slowly dragged it back out before jamming it and another back in.
This made Amelia’s body arch so much, she squashed her face flat into Jackie’s voluptuous breasts. Jackie looked to see what was going on then stopped her nipple sucking. “Stop!” she commanded Sheri. Sara, though, continued her assault on Amelia’s feet, and now her laughter could be heard bouncing off the stone walls.
“What?” Sheri asked.
“Don’t pleasure her,” Jackie barked.
“Oh…please!” Amelia groaned through her shrieking laughter.
Sheri licked her lips as Sara giggled. “Oh, all right,” sighed Jackie, obviously out-numbered. “But,“ she said sternly, “I get pleasured at the same time.”
She climbed up onto the rack by Amelia’s head. One leg on each side. Keeping her pussy above Amelia’s face, she moved her own down to Amelia’s already wet pussy. Jackie lapped at the juices leaking plentifully from Amelia’s smooth vagina. Amelia moaned loudly arching up, her lips brushing the pussy in her face. Carefully, Amelia inserted her tongue inside of Jackie. The pussy shoved down on her tongue. Slowly she moved her tongue along. The pussy shuddered and Amelia heard soft moans.
She, herself, let out moans of ecstasy as Jackie sucked and lapped at her pussy. They both shuddered with massive intensity as they blew raspberries on each clitoris.
Watching with sad longing, the two remaining girls paired off and started fingering each other. So they room was one big orgy party.
Surprisingly, Sara and Sheri came before the two on the rack. But they followed soon after, gasping and moaning with pure pleasure.
Things didn’t look so good for Amelia after that. The three naked women took their spots; Amelia’s eyes went wide with fear. “No. Please! No more! Please, I beg of you!”
“You enjoyed it, you know you did,” said Jackie, giving Amelia’s outstretched armpit’s a quick tickle.
“No ho ho!” squealed Amelia, bucking up once. Jackie made her way down to the foot of the rack.
Jackie and Sara began raking their nails along Amelia’s poor arches, driving her wild. Sheri let the two girls have their fun. She walked around the rack and stood behind the girls and watched. A few moments later, Sheri pressed two fingers into the pressure point on Jackie and Sara’s neck, causing them to collapse to the stone floor.
Sheri grinned at Amelia; whom had a look of horror frozen on her cute face, and bent down and scooped the knocked-out Jackie up in her arms and swung her over her shoulder. She carried her to the head of the rack and laid her on one that lay in the opposite direction than Amelia’s. She quietly fastened the restrains tightly.
On the wall to the left of the new prisoner, were iron cuffs jutting from the wall. And this is where Sara was placed, her arms and legs spread wide apart.
“Well, looks like it’s just you and me until they wake up,” Sheri said, coming over and standing on Amelia’s right side. She leaned down and kissed her nipple.
Despite herself, Amelia let out a small moan at the touch of the kiss. Sheri’s lip twitched and she straddled Amelia’s curvy figure, resting her hands are her beautiful soft breasts. Grinning, Sheri leaned forward and sucked on Amelia’s right nipple and lightly tickled her outstretched armpits.
Moaning and giggling, Amelia arched up into the attack. She seemed to find that this odd sensation made her feel alive.
Sheri glanced up to check if the other two were awake yet. Sara seemed to be coming to.
“Hmm… seems Sara is waking up. Isn’t that exciting?” Sheri giggled, sliding off her perch that was Amelia’s waist.
She sauntered over to stand an inch away from Sara, her hips swaying seductively. Sheri gazed at Sara’s groggy figure for a few moments before turning away and leaving the room. She returned a moment later, wheeling in a cart full of “toys.” She stopped the cart a foot away from the chained up redhead.
“No.. don’t do this to me… please! We’re a team!” Sara pleaded, flailing her arms and legs; the chains clanging together against the wall of stone.
Ignoring her former comrade’s pleas, Sheri fumbled around on the cart. She turned back to her victim, a smile playing on her lips. She brought up her right hand to just under her own breasts, a long white vibrator nestled between them. “No! No! Not that! Dear God, no!” Sara shouted, her efforts increasing ten-fold.
“Yes.” With that, Sheri stepped forward so close, her breasts were pressed into Sara’s flat tummy, her chin nestled between her breasts as she gazed up at Sara, a loving look in her eye. She pressed the quiet vibrator in Sara’s pussy, causing her to arch up and gasp.
Giggling, Sheri gave Sara’s thighs a quick tickle with her long, sharp nails. This caused Sara to arch up so fast she almost whacked Sheri in the face with the vibrator’s handle. Glaring, Sheri grabbed the handle, pulled the vibrator out and shoved it back in a bit roughly, turning it on.
Sheri grinned, leaning back again the rack that restrained Jackie. She watched as Sara bucked and squirmed, the vibrator handle flailing every which way. She watched as Sara arched her back and stayed like that for a good solid minute, her eyes rolling back in her head, loud moans escaping her lips.
Over the loud moans, and faint buzzing sounds, Sheri heard a gasp from someone else. She glanced at Amelia, her eyes were wide, not with fear, but…longing, her mouth was tightly shut and her hips seemed to be grinding. That made Sheri grin.
Her gaze then slipped down to the tightly bound prisoner next to her. Whose eyes were wide with heart-shattering fear. So it was her who had gasped. Smiling, with an evil gleam in her eye, Sheri stepped up to the bucking Sara, grabbed the handle and moved it in a circular motion, letting parts of the vibrating handle touch the throbbing clitoris.
With her free hand, she reached up and kneaded Sara’s right breast. Sheri let go of the vibrator, letting it just vibrate against the walls of Sara’s pussy. She watched with glee as the girl in chains and bucked and thrashed her hips, crying for mercy.
But Sheri wouldn’t listen to that. So, she turned the vibrator on max power, causing Sara to drown out her own pleas with shrieks and moans of ecstasy. Sheri watched with a small smile as she made her way over to a cabinet. That was on the farthest wall from all three girls. From it, she extracted one stiff goose feather.
Closing the cabinet, she made her way back to the three girls. She watched Sara with bemused eyes as she ran the feather along Jackie’s spread pussy lips, causing the poor girl to gasp and jerk desperately. She twirled it quite quickly reaching over to tickle the bound girl’s taut tummy. Jackie squealed and bucked, trying to, to no avail, close her legs to stop the feather from attacking her quite sensitive pussy.
Amused, Sheri continued to feather the pussy lips. Soon they would be wet with wonderful juices, Sheri though. And she couldn’t have thought it sooner. For, at that very moment, a waterfall of whiteness came spilling out on to the rack on which Jackie was bound. Sheri got excited, even more when she returned to Earth, only to hear the two girls moaning in unison, the other whining quietly.
Sheri smiled and licked her lips. But no, she could not give in yet. She tore her eyes away from Jackie’s wet pussy and turned to face Sara, who was still shaking and vibrating, occasionally leaking white cream all over herself and the vibrator.
She carried her iPod with her. "The Double-Dutch Bus" blares through her earphones, all outside noises were blocked out. Including that of the screeching tires attacked to an all-black van (windows tinted) that slowly followed her.
There were three young women in the van. The driver was blonde, blue-eyed, petite, but big chested. The woman in the passenger seat had long black hair, green eyes and very pale skin. She was a bit bigger than the driver, but her breasts were huge.
There was one lone woman in the back of the van. She was red red-haired and a pretty bronze color. She had full lips and an awesome figure. Her shirt was so tight, her nipples showed prominently through it.
The van sped up a little so it was right behind her when it slowed to a crawl, allowing the passenger and redhead to slip out easily. The black-haired woman snuck up behind Amelia, wrapping her left arm around the girl's chest, pinning her back to her. With her right hand she pressed a cloth over her nose and mouth that was soaked with chloroform.
Amelia fell limp again the woman. "Get her feet, Sara," she said to the redhead. With a nod, Sara swooped down and picked Amelia’s feet from the ground. The left foot in the right hand, right foot in the left hand, Sara rested her arms at her sides and they made their way to the back of the van.
The blonde opened the doors and helped them get the unconsious girl inside. Once inside, they hogtied Amelia, gagged her and laid her on her stomach.
The van sped away into the night. They passed streetlamp after streetlamp. Tree after tree. Soon all there was to see was grass. Lots and lots of grass.
They drove and drove, not seeming to be going anywhere in particular. But minutes later, the van was stopped and parked in front of an old stone lodge. The place hadn’t been used for years. Not for what it was made for anyway.
The three woman carried Amelia inside. They went down the hall to the very end. The wooden door creaked open and the proceeded into the room. Shackles hung from the ceiling in the back of the room.
In the center, there was a medieval rack, straps hanging down all around it. The three women unbound Amelia and laid her upon the table. The strapped her wrists over her head, her legs wide apart. The cranked the rack so she was pulled taut.
Sara put smelling salts under Amelia’s nose. A moment later, Amelia began to stir, “wha...huh? Where am I?”
“Hell,” replied the blonde. The three women surrounded the table. The blonde and black-haired women at the sides, the redhead at the foot.
“Let me go!” cried the bound blonde. She tugged furiously at her bonds.
“That’ll do you no use,” replied the redhead. She slowly started to unlace Amelia’s left shoe.
“What are you doing?!” Amelia yelled, trying to move her foot.
“Just making your more at home, sweetie,” the blonde said, stroking Amelia’s hair.
Soon Amelia’s shoes were discarded at the base of the rack, along with her socks. “Now doesn’t that feel better, hon?” cooed Sara, smiling sweetly, in a devilish way.
“No, put my shoe back on!” commanded Amelia from her bonds.
“What’s wrong, Amelia, baby?” whispered the blonde, tickling her ear with her breath.
“Don’t you want to have fun?” giggled the black-haired woman.
“No!” yelled Amelia, struggling violently.
“We do, don’t we Sheri?” said the blonde, still stroking Amelia’s hair.
“Sure do, Jackie.” Sheri produced a pair of giant scissors. “Now to begin.”
“What are you g-going to do?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Sheri said, evilly. Sheri grabbed the hem of Amelia’s shirt and began to cut a straight line up to the neck; she pulled it away, exposing the white bra underneath.
“What the hell?” Amelia shouted, confused.
Ignoring the outburst, Sheri begins to cut away at the running shorts. “Stop it!” Amelia screams in protest.
“No,” Sheri said simply. She lowered her hands onto Amelia’s flat tummy and began to rub it. Sara began to rub Amelia’s feet as well.
“The hell?” Amelia squeaked as Jackie picked up Sheri’s discarded scissors and cut Amelia’s bra and panties into shreds. WHAT THE FUCK?”
The three women stepped back to admire the naked beauty. The scanned her from head to toe. From her full lips to her hairless semi-tanned complexion. They paused when their eyes fell on her huge, round, perky breasts, and her rosy pink nipples that stiffen in the cold air. Their eager eyes continued their travel down her taut tummy down to her hairless vagina. Oh, how they’d torment her poor lips and clitoris.
They continued all the way down to her feet, size ten, her toes were long and slender and had a slight curl to them.
They took their places again once they were done ogling (Sheri and Jackie at the sides, Sara at the foot).
“What are you going to do?” Amelia asked, starting to worry.
“Just relax and enjoy.” Sheri and Jackie began to run their hands up and down her exposed sides. Amelia started to squirm. “What’s the matter?”
“N-nothing,” Amelia responded, biting her lip.
“So it wouldn’t bother you if we did this?” The two women nodded briefly at each other before turning the long-nailed fingers into claws and scribbling them up and down Amelia’s sides, occasionally skittering them across her flat tummy.
Amelia was shocked. She hadn’t expected this. This absolutely drove her wild. She thrashed about, but it didn’t help much as she was strapped securely to the table. Slowly, they each brought one of their hands up to her armpits, softly, at first, small circles they made in her outstretched hollows. Amelia’s mouth, stretched wide in the most adorable grin, emitted no sound for a few seconds. Then, “No ho oh ho oh ho oh ho oh ho oh ho oho oh! Hah he hah he hah he hah he hah! Hah he he, hah he hah he hah! Sto-hah hah hah hahp it!”
“Why would we do that? You seem to be enjoying yourself immensely,” said the blonde.
After about forty-five minutes of hearing Amelia’s loud, but sweet haws and hes, her beautiful begging, the two women resentfully pulled their hands away. That’s when Sara stepped forward, watching Amelia from the foot of the rack, smiling lightly.
“Oh no! NO! No, no! Please! You can’t do this!” screamed Amelia, kicking her legs as much as she could.
“We can’t do what?” Sara asked quietly, pulling something out of her pants’ pocket.
“T-tickle my feet,” Amelia replied with a slight stutter.
“Tickle your feet you say? OK,” replied Sara, putting the item back in her pocket and lightly tickling Amelia’s now-curled toes.
Shrieks and squeals flowed from Amelia’s wide-open mouth. Her head flailed back and forth, her hair falling on her face. “Ooo… looks like we found her hot spot, girls,” said the blonde, who was watching Amelia’s breasts bounce with every laugh and giggle.
“Maybe she has more than just one.” Sheri ran her long nail down the inside of the bound girl’s right thigh. It twitched and jerked. She brought up her other hand and tickled the inside of the other thigh.
This got a response. Despite her bonds, Amelia arches up her hips, practically shoving her sexy, shaved pussy in Sheri’s face.
Intrigued, Jackie walked up to the head of the rack and bent over the girl far enough so her mouth was an inch from Amelia’s lovely breasts (her own breasts were an inch from Amelia’s mouth) . She took the nipple of Amelia’s right breast in her mouth and began to suck on it. She could her light moans escaping Amelia’s throat, so she sucked harder. Amelia moaned louder and arched up, her lips pressing again Jackie’s concealed breasts.
Getting an idea, Jackie pulled away for a moment and smirked. Amelia looked sad for a moment. Jackie pulled her shirt off and unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Then she discarded her own skirt and thong and slipped off her sandals.
She lowered her own eager lips back to Amelia’s swollen nipple and began to suck. Amelia moaned, in pure bliss was she. It wasn’t long before she arched up again, taking Jackie’s own nipple into her mouth.
Jackie moaned quietly, resting her hands on the rack by her sides. A few moments later, she switched to Amelia’s other nipple.
Sara stripped naked, hopped on the rack, straddled Amelia’s shins and bent forward to suck her toes. At this new sensation Amelia squealed and started wiggling her toes.
Sheri walked around the table a few times taking in the action. She smiled when she spotted wetness leaking out of her pussy. This gave Sheri an idea. She stripped naked and climbed up between Amelia’s wide-open legs. Slowly she started tickling Amelia’s inner thighs like she had earlier.
Amelia’s screams were muffled by Sheri’s big breast, but her hips were wiggling up a storm. Satisfied, she, Sheri, skittered her fingers along Amelia’s wet pussy lips. Amelia practically jumped out of her skin; which made Sheri grin. Sheri slid one finger inside and slowly dragged it back out before jamming it and another back in.
This made Amelia’s body arch so much, she squashed her face flat into Jackie’s voluptuous breasts. Jackie looked to see what was going on then stopped her nipple sucking. “Stop!” she commanded Sheri. Sara, though, continued her assault on Amelia’s feet, and now her laughter could be heard bouncing off the stone walls.
“What?” Sheri asked.
“Don’t pleasure her,” Jackie barked.
“Oh…please!” Amelia groaned through her shrieking laughter.
Sheri licked her lips as Sara giggled. “Oh, all right,” sighed Jackie, obviously out-numbered. “But,“ she said sternly, “I get pleasured at the same time.”
She climbed up onto the rack by Amelia’s head. One leg on each side. Keeping her pussy above Amelia’s face, she moved her own down to Amelia’s already wet pussy. Jackie lapped at the juices leaking plentifully from Amelia’s smooth vagina. Amelia moaned loudly arching up, her lips brushing the pussy in her face. Carefully, Amelia inserted her tongue inside of Jackie. The pussy shoved down on her tongue. Slowly she moved her tongue along. The pussy shuddered and Amelia heard soft moans.
She, herself, let out moans of ecstasy as Jackie sucked and lapped at her pussy. They both shuddered with massive intensity as they blew raspberries on each clitoris.
Watching with sad longing, the two remaining girls paired off and started fingering each other. So they room was one big orgy party.
Surprisingly, Sara and Sheri came before the two on the rack. But they followed soon after, gasping and moaning with pure pleasure.
Things didn’t look so good for Amelia after that. The three naked women took their spots; Amelia’s eyes went wide with fear. “No. Please! No more! Please, I beg of you!”
“You enjoyed it, you know you did,” said Jackie, giving Amelia’s outstretched armpit’s a quick tickle.
“No ho ho!” squealed Amelia, bucking up once. Jackie made her way down to the foot of the rack.
Jackie and Sara began raking their nails along Amelia’s poor arches, driving her wild. Sheri let the two girls have their fun. She walked around the rack and stood behind the girls and watched. A few moments later, Sheri pressed two fingers into the pressure point on Jackie and Sara’s neck, causing them to collapse to the stone floor.
Sheri grinned at Amelia; whom had a look of horror frozen on her cute face, and bent down and scooped the knocked-out Jackie up in her arms and swung her over her shoulder. She carried her to the head of the rack and laid her on one that lay in the opposite direction than Amelia’s. She quietly fastened the restrains tightly.
On the wall to the left of the new prisoner, were iron cuffs jutting from the wall. And this is where Sara was placed, her arms and legs spread wide apart.
“Well, looks like it’s just you and me until they wake up,” Sheri said, coming over and standing on Amelia’s right side. She leaned down and kissed her nipple.
Despite herself, Amelia let out a small moan at the touch of the kiss. Sheri’s lip twitched and she straddled Amelia’s curvy figure, resting her hands are her beautiful soft breasts. Grinning, Sheri leaned forward and sucked on Amelia’s right nipple and lightly tickled her outstretched armpits.
Moaning and giggling, Amelia arched up into the attack. She seemed to find that this odd sensation made her feel alive.
Sheri glanced up to check if the other two were awake yet. Sara seemed to be coming to.
“Hmm… seems Sara is waking up. Isn’t that exciting?” Sheri giggled, sliding off her perch that was Amelia’s waist.
She sauntered over to stand an inch away from Sara, her hips swaying seductively. Sheri gazed at Sara’s groggy figure for a few moments before turning away and leaving the room. She returned a moment later, wheeling in a cart full of “toys.” She stopped the cart a foot away from the chained up redhead.
“No.. don’t do this to me… please! We’re a team!” Sara pleaded, flailing her arms and legs; the chains clanging together against the wall of stone.
Ignoring her former comrade’s pleas, Sheri fumbled around on the cart. She turned back to her victim, a smile playing on her lips. She brought up her right hand to just under her own breasts, a long white vibrator nestled between them. “No! No! Not that! Dear God, no!” Sara shouted, her efforts increasing ten-fold.
“Yes.” With that, Sheri stepped forward so close, her breasts were pressed into Sara’s flat tummy, her chin nestled between her breasts as she gazed up at Sara, a loving look in her eye. She pressed the quiet vibrator in Sara’s pussy, causing her to arch up and gasp.
Giggling, Sheri gave Sara’s thighs a quick tickle with her long, sharp nails. This caused Sara to arch up so fast she almost whacked Sheri in the face with the vibrator’s handle. Glaring, Sheri grabbed the handle, pulled the vibrator out and shoved it back in a bit roughly, turning it on.
Sheri grinned, leaning back again the rack that restrained Jackie. She watched as Sara bucked and squirmed, the vibrator handle flailing every which way. She watched as Sara arched her back and stayed like that for a good solid minute, her eyes rolling back in her head, loud moans escaping her lips.
Over the loud moans, and faint buzzing sounds, Sheri heard a gasp from someone else. She glanced at Amelia, her eyes were wide, not with fear, but…longing, her mouth was tightly shut and her hips seemed to be grinding. That made Sheri grin.
Her gaze then slipped down to the tightly bound prisoner next to her. Whose eyes were wide with heart-shattering fear. So it was her who had gasped. Smiling, with an evil gleam in her eye, Sheri stepped up to the bucking Sara, grabbed the handle and moved it in a circular motion, letting parts of the vibrating handle touch the throbbing clitoris.
With her free hand, she reached up and kneaded Sara’s right breast. Sheri let go of the vibrator, letting it just vibrate against the walls of Sara’s pussy. She watched with glee as the girl in chains and bucked and thrashed her hips, crying for mercy.
But Sheri wouldn’t listen to that. So, she turned the vibrator on max power, causing Sara to drown out her own pleas with shrieks and moans of ecstasy. Sheri watched with a small smile as she made her way over to a cabinet. That was on the farthest wall from all three girls. From it, she extracted one stiff goose feather.
Closing the cabinet, she made her way back to the three girls. She watched Sara with bemused eyes as she ran the feather along Jackie’s spread pussy lips, causing the poor girl to gasp and jerk desperately. She twirled it quite quickly reaching over to tickle the bound girl’s taut tummy. Jackie squealed and bucked, trying to, to no avail, close her legs to stop the feather from attacking her quite sensitive pussy.
Amused, Sheri continued to feather the pussy lips. Soon they would be wet with wonderful juices, Sheri though. And she couldn’t have thought it sooner. For, at that very moment, a waterfall of whiteness came spilling out on to the rack on which Jackie was bound. Sheri got excited, even more when she returned to Earth, only to hear the two girls moaning in unison, the other whining quietly.
Sheri smiled and licked her lips. But no, she could not give in yet. She tore her eyes away from Jackie’s wet pussy and turned to face Sara, who was still shaking and vibrating, occasionally leaking white cream all over herself and the vibrator.
):stickout a bit hot :lol)
