victoria lynn:
"It really is incredible, Annalise." The girl spoke softly, her gaze moving around the vast room, a warm flush rising from her neck through her cheeks at hearing the unmistakable moans of pure pleasure. "You never cease to amaze me, always leaving me with more questions than answers." victoria laughed quietly, sticking close to Annalise as they walked, grateful for Her guiding hand on her hip.
As the pair drew nearer the new couple, victoria couldn't help but suck in a quiet gasp, noticing the chain link leash connected to the girl's collar, her perky young breasts on full display and the sheer joy that seemed to envelope her. The blonde glanced back over to Roz as She was introduced, the brusque confidence beyond question.
Almost dumbstruck by the entire scene unfolding before them, victoria was frozen as she watched Annalise brazenly grope claire, judging her, sizing her up. And then she saw it, Her nod, causing victoria to take half a step back and partly behind Annalise, yet her eyes never leaving the girl's perfect breasts, Annalise's fondling fingers.
"You're sure it's ok? I've never… " her voice trailed away again, one hand gripping Annalise, the other slowly drifting up in front of her waist, as if measuring the distance to the new girl.
Annalise:
Roz laughed raucously at the blonde's tentative words. "Oh they are so precious when they are young, aren't they?!"
Annalise smiled indulgently from victoria to Roz and back. "I don't mind, Roz doesn't mind. claire clearly doesn't mind." The dark haired woman smirked at the chained girl, who's eyes were brown and shining. "But you don't want to, that's fine too." Her answer was simple and direct, unconcerned.
victoria lynn:
"Wait… I never said I didn't want to…" The blonde spoke, trying to steal her nerves, but suddenly feeling embarrassed at the timid sound of her own voice. She glanced at Annalise for assurance, finding no guidance one way or another, then back to claire and those oh so familiar eager eyes.
victoria stepped back out bravely, tilting her chin up a bit more as she willed herself forward, reaching her small hand out, delicate fingers tickling over the girl's chain top, her fingertips finally finding her warm soft skin, gently cupping her breast, not yet reaching her puffy nipple.
Annalise:
Annalise gave a little smile, watching her girl reach out and touch another with her blessing. She let go of claire's small tit and smiled at Roz.
"Thanks for sharing. She is lovely." claire smiled happily like a cute little puppy from this exchange.
victoria lynn:
"Oh, umm, yes, so very lovely." victoria stammered awkwardly, quickly releasing claire's breast and pulling her hand back.
"Very nice to meet you Roz, and you too claire." she smiled shyly, the feeling of the warm perky breast still lingering across her palm and fingers.
Annalise:
"What about her?" The shorter Roz looked up at victoria curiously. Annalise stepped to the side, indicating the blonde with a little wave.
"Feel free."
Roz stepped close, reaching up to cup victoria's jaw, turning the blonde's head one way then the other. She grinned over at Annalise. "Good enough to eat, isn't she?"
victoria lynn:
victoria could feel her breath quicken, resisting the urge to step away from the shorter Woman. The girl's blue eyes flashed over to Annalise as she felt the strong hand on her delicate jaw, then back to Roz as She turned her head to and fro, inspecting her.
The blonde's thighs clenched together involuntarily at hearing those words, good enough to eat, while her pulse quickened in her slender neck.
Annalise:
Annalise rolled her eyes at Roz's corny words, smiling. Roz shifted her grip on the blonde's jaw, pinching at the hinge in a way that was almost painful.
victoria lynn:
"Ahhhh…" victoria letting out a small groan as her mouth fell open from the uncomfortable pinch of her jaw, her lip glossed lips parting, her heavy breathing much more audible now, trembling from a mixture of fear and excitement.
Annalise:
Annalise, sensing her girl's distress laid a calming hand on the top of her ass, steading her girl against Roz's interests. The shorter woman peered into victoria's mouth, inspecting as one might a horse.
"Yes, very nice. claire and I are going over there if you want to come join us. Great seeing you again, Anna. You should come by more often."
victoria lynn:
victoria felt her nerves calm almost instantly upon feeling Annalise possessive hand across the small of her back, down onto her toned ass.
A sigh of relief fell out of her open mouth as she sensed her examination was almost over.
Annalise:
Roz grinning as she turned on her heel and continued on, the girl trailing along behind, giving them a fond look of farewell before turning back towards their destination.
Annalise looked down at her girl, grinning. "And what was that like?"
victoria lynn:
"I'm not sure I even know what that was." victoria laughed at her naïveté as she rubbed her jaw with one hand, watching the pair move on, Roz leading claire by the leash.
"Felt like... you both were... comparing, well..."
Annalise:
"Yes? Go on." Her hand reached up to caress that blonde hair, smile pulled across her face.*
victoria lynn:
"Well, it's just, like You both were showing off Your prizes... Your pets..." the latter part victoria could barely put to words, but deep down she knew.
Annalise:
The dark haired woman chuckled, not denying the words. Instead her hand snaked back around victoria's hips and got them going again.
"Come on, let's go see what the commotion is about. I am sure it will be enlightening." She smirked down at the blonde, pleased to be continuing her education.
victoria lynn:
"You mean, even more entertaining?" victoria laughed, a bit nervously, clicking along in her spiked heels as Annalise guided her.
The blonde reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing around the room at the bodies in motion, curiosity getting the better of her.
Annalise:
Directed by Annalise's arm, the pair joined the crescent of bodies centered on a pair of men. One is seated on a wooden bench, wearing only a black leather vest. His legs are spread in a V shape, and his scrotum is spread flat on the wood. Two nails have penetrated the thin flesh.
The other man is on one knee between those spread thighs, the fingers of one hand delicately stroking the ballsack, finding the veins and moving them out of the way. When it is just right, he picks up the nail and brings over the hammer. The assembled crowd murmurs as the little taps on the head of the nail causes the seated man to put his head back and wail.
Once the tapping is done, the dominant cuddles up on the seated man, cooing at him and telling him its going to be alright. With the hammering done, the crowd seems to breathe once again.
victoria lynn:
As they move to get closer, victoria finds herself drifting ever closer to Annalise, seeking safety, an uneasiness still filling her. The crowd seems to drift apart to allow room as they arrive, Annalise positioning victoria to get a perfect view of the events unfolding.
The girl lets out a gasp that turns heads before covering her mouth with her hand, victoria's eyes flash wide open at the sight of the man's scrotum nailed to the table.
Yet somehow, between his shrieking and the dominants's cooing, the blonde's eyes have moved to the man's erection, impossibly hard and veiny, the swollen tip glistening with precum.
Annalise:
The dark haired woman presses close against the back of her girl, hands resting lightly on the edges of victoria's thighs. Her voice is low and quiet in the girl's ear.
"Is it love? Or is it violence?"
victoria lynn:
Her eyes transfixed, trying to logically work out what her eyes are seeing, head tilting slightly to the side. The blonde presses back into Annalise, her body heating up from the intensity of the moment.
"I... I don't know what it is... but it's beautiful" She purrs, pushing back more, needing to feel her Woman.
Annalise:
Annalise purred into her girl's ear. "Tell me what you like best about seeing it. The pain he accepts? The devotion between them? The unknown of what comes next?"
victoria lynn:
Sighing as she felt Annalise' hot breath on her ear, victoria's hands slid down over Hers, helping slide them further up her soft, bare thighs.
"He doesn't just accept the pain, he desires it. The trust, the devotion... it's unconditional." The girl's words barely audible , dripping with thirst.
Annalise:
Annalise's hands slipped into the high slits of the blonde's lacy white dress, fingertips moving over the toned thighs. Every stoke moved up closer and closer to the girl's cunt, grazing across the soft skin of her inner thighs.
The dark-haired woman's voice was husky, leaning in close, lips moving against victoria's ear. "Is that something you could see from yourself? Giving that much devotion?"
victoria lynn:
The girl could hear her own breathing getting heavier with each electrifying moment. Annalise' cool hands unabashedly making their way up her inner thighs, the two slits in the blonde's dress traveling up to the front of each hip, pulled wider apart now. Her head was nodding, but her words were reluctant, the war within her still raging, feeling the heat growing between her legs.
"I… I don't know… I think so?" She stammered between gasps, knowing this was a lie, but too ashamed to give voice to her truth.
Annalise:
"You don't have to decide now. It was a rhetorical question." Annalise's grin pulled across her face, relishing her girl's reaction to what she was being exposed to tonight. The background check had shown her to be a vanilla girl, not much adventuresome. Focused on her career and her science, and secondarily on her relationships. Nevermind all the kink.
The woman in black drew her middle finger along that crease between thigh and mound before resting on the blonde's hip and turning her to escape the throng.
"Come, let's see what other wonders this night has in store." Freeing her hand and offering her elbow, Annalise made a slow walk through the general millings about, looking for something else that caught her eye.
victoria lynn:
"Nnnhhh I just need a little time… to think…" The girl let out a soft mewl upon feeling Annalise' finger tease the edge of her bald mound, but more so from feeling Her hand pull away. Think, right, what a stupid thing to say on a night like tonight. She shook her head to clear her mind of the scene that had played out before them, desperately clinging onto Annalise' offered elbow.
victoria glanced around nervously, feeling her warmth and dampness growing, convinced anyone looking their way could tell in an instant.
"You mean, there is more than that?!" Giggling as she leaned into Annalise, hip to hip, gleefully following along in this wondrous new playground.
Annalise:
"Can't you hear that tone in the air?" While walking, Annalise tilted her head, soaking in the general moaning and sighing sound. "I am sure you do. There is all of that. Each of those sounds is another nail, or another crop or another pinch. We are surrounded by kink."
As if on queue there was a little flash of blue flame off to the side. Annalise led them closer, curious. This time it was a pair of women, one laying face down on a bench, topless. The other sat next to her on a chair, fully clothed. The seated red head was a middle aged woman who smiled as the pair approached.
"Drawn like a moth to the flame?" She held a wand in her hand, one end burning with a lower flickering blue flame, the other being dabbed in a low dish of fluid.
"I thought it would be illuminating." Annalise rolled out the word for maximum campiness and the red head smirked. She turned her attention back to her partner, lightly tracing a pattern on the woman's back. The lit end was turned over and again the blue flame flashed in the wavy design drawn on flesh. The red head's free hand followed after it, extinguishing the flame after only a few seconds of burning. The only reaction from the recipient was a slight cooing and a little wiggle of her torso.
victoria lynn:
"Yes, of course I can hear it!" victoria laughed in delight, hooked arm in arm with Annalise, her other hand reaching across grasping Her toned bicep, delicate fingers pressed between Her upper arm and soft breast. "I can hear it, see it, even smell it…" The blonde paused to take in a breath through her nose. "But, I still can't wrap my head around all of it. All of the… kink."
Her mind was certainly struggling with this new experience, but the girl's body knew just how to respond. As her eyes followed the flame, watched as the intricate designs were traced across the prone girl's pale skin, victoria squeezed Annalise' upper arm, her manicured nails slightly digging into the inside of Her bicep. The cooing she clearly recognized, causing her nipples to stiffen and poke through the white lace dress. (edited)
Annalise:
"How does it feel?" The woman laying down had turned her head to face when she heard the redhead talking and looked up at Annalise's words.
"It feels," she paused with a dreamy look on her face, "like my skin is alive in a way it hasn't before." Her cheeks were flush not with fear or pain or lust but with the sensation of a new experience. "Its all tingly!" She laughed then, happily, and the blue fire was lit up again.
Annalise rested her hand on her girl's, as if to press the blonde's hand against her unyielding bicep. She thanked the pair and directed victoria back towards the middle of the room.
"Roz said she would be over here somewhere. Let's see if we can find her." The dark haired woman didn't have much problem finding the couple, either because of Roz's distinctive shape or some other reason.
"We met again!" Annalise announced themselves, so as to not surprise anyone as they wandered up. claire was by this time bound by the wrists to the frame, her arms lifted above her head and spread to each side. The chains had been removed from around her chest, and her tits stood exposed.
"Just in time for the main event!" Roz laughed, looking back at them while taking up her black leather flogger. She swished it with mock menace at Annalise's direction grinning widely before turning back towards claire.
victoria lynn:
"She'd really let that Woman do absolutely anything to her right now, wouldn't she?" victoria whispered to Annalise, head tilted close to Her, less of a question and more of a statement of understanding. She was beginning to realize what this place was really about, but not yet fully accepting this was all real.
Thank you. victoria mouthed the words to the girl as she heard Annlise bid them farewell. The blonde's eyes moved over the exposed back once more, taking in the sight of the emblazoned mark on the girl's body, the branding. She spun slowly on her heel as Annlise lead her away, feeling a delightful shiver run down her back at the mention of Roz.
"Roz… and her girl?" victoria asked knowingly with a smile. She could still feel the girl's soft, perky breast against her palm, the warm flesh under her fingers. That girl seemed simply enamored, delighted at being at the end of Roz's leash, attached to that thick collar around her neck. As victoria replayed those images in her mind, it was quickly replaced by the scene playing out before them.
victoria let out a gasp at the sight, no longer needing or even wanting to stifle her reactions. The blonde turned her front against the side of Annalise, pressing in tightly to Her, victoria's eyes never leaving claire, her arms bound, those perfect breasts naked before them. That's when she saw it, the flogger, her mound now pressing into Annalise' hip, nervously curious about what was coming next. (edited)
Annalise:
Annalise felt her girl pressing against her, so clingy and needy. In other girls this emotion would have been revolting to the dark haired woman. An anathema to the cold hearted woman. But this tender blonde was so deep in her innocence, so intelligent in her science, so open in her devotions. The girl's surrender was almost complete, and Annalise couldn't think of anything sweeter. Absently her hand encircled victoria's hip and drew the two together. Over the course of the evening Annalise had sensed a shift in her girl's scent from anxiety to desire. It amused her to wonder if the blonde would soon be humping her hip despite the girl's reserved nature.
With a last flourish and a smiling wink, Roz turned back towards claire. The two seemed to meet eyes for a moment and something passed between them. Roz's humor faded and became something more focused and controlled. She advanced on the bound girl less than half her age. Almost like a fencer, the dark haired woman took up a stance with body turned at right angles to her target, back arm up for balance while the close arm held the flogger.
The leather tool was moved slowly in a regular pattern, like a sideways eight. These first swings didn't even come close to touching the girl as that was not their intent. It was more to find the rhythm, to set the distance so when contact came it would be with the desired force and on the intended target.
claire watched this with interested eyes, smiling as she saw Roz's concentration face. She bit her lip in anticipation but there was no fear, no shaking against the bonds that held her wrists up high and helpless.
victoria lynn:
victoria was entranced, her gaze fixated on the wordless motion between the two women. The sexual tension was building in the air, an anticipation coursing through the spectators awaiting the flourish. The blonde leered at claire, her naked breasts exposed to everyone, then glanced back at the flogger as Roz waived it about in practiced arcs.
"Do You know them well, Roz and claire?" She asked softly through her heavy exhales, trying to distract herself with the meaningless banter. She gripped Annalise' bicep tighter, her fingers wiggling, teasing against Her full breast. The movement of her hips were subtle, but the girl was unmistakably pressing her mound tighter into Annalise, needing to feel Her.
victoria bit the corner of her own lip as she watched claire, she knew that look, could see it on her face and in the girl's eyes. She wasn't just accepting this from Roz, nor was it just her simply wanting this to happen, she needed it and desperately. Being less discreet now, the blonde could feel herself getting wet as her mound moved against Annalise, a warm rush of shame rising in her pale cheeks.
Annalise:
Roz slid first had front foot and then her back an inch closer and suddenly the flogger was pushing the air past claire's well-formed tits, fanning them with a swishing cadence. She moved her hand another inch and the leather telltales began falling on soft flesh. This brought only a sigh from claire's fresh lips, a slight shift in her body as she arched into it subtly.
Annalise shifted her arm from between her and victoria, cupping the girl's asscheek with the vee of her hand slipping towards the split between those firm globes. Using this leverage, she pulled the girl tighter against her. The other hand guided the blonde's hand to her own large breast, wanting to feel the girl's physical reaction there in addition to the adorable grinding that was happening against her taut leg.
The dark haired woman ignored victoria's question for the idle chatter it was and settled to watching the tableau unfold in silence. Roz stuck in quick succession only a little harder, letting the quick swish swish swish of the strikes to the work over the thrashing of harder blows. Once the top inner of the girl's tits were pink and well warmed the short and stocky woman shifted her weaving figure eights to strike the top outer side of those shuddering orbs. There was no teasing with these strikes, but right down to business with the same bite as the previous. The girl arched her back more strongly, her audible groan folded into the sensual background noise of the vast room.
victoria lynn:
victoria gasped as Annalise reached down to grip her ass, Her strong hand sliding down her crack, pulling the blonde against Her possessively. The girl responded in kind, her right leg sliding further out in front of her Woman, partially straddling the side of Her thigh, her grinding becoming more insistent. The blonde's eyes momentarily drifted down to her own hand as Annalise guided her, groping and kneading the Brunette's large, soft breast. Much more aggressive than her tentative touches of claire's perky young tit had been.
"Is this ok?" She mewled, embarrassed by her own actions, the girl could feel herself losing control as she groped clumsily at Annalise. Her delicate fingers teasing over the thick nipple poking through the thin black silk and lace. victoria could hear her own heavy breathing, the rhythm of her panting matching the bound girl's groans, hearing the slapping of leather on skin, her wetness soaking through the white lace dress trapped between their bodies as she glanced back over to see the pinkish welting raise up on claire's perky tits.
Her head tilted onto Annalise' shoulder as the intensity increased, between Roz and claire and the blonde's reaction to the scene playing out before her. The girl's body trembled as she clung to Annalise for purchase, her bright blue eyes hooded as she watched in earnest, yearning to know what the young girl must be feeling, her abused tits displaying the beautiful red lashings that Roz had bestowed upon Her girl.
Annalise:
The brunette's eyes were intense as she looked down and over at her girl, smirking. "Do you think I wouldn't let you know if it weren't okay? Do you think I would allow you to do anything I didn't want you to do?" Her voice was thick and raspy as she kissed the blonde hair.
"That could be you, you know. Bound. Bare. Abused. And with everyone watching." There was a hungry intensity in Annalise's voice, clutching the girl to her possessively. It wasn't that she wanted that specifically. It was more that she relished that opportunity, that power over the helpless girl. Her hand gripped hard in victoria's crack, brushing against her cunt and her asshole through the fine lace.
"Whew!" Roz had let the flogger slow and then stop, shifting backwards before lowering her arm and breaking her stance. She turned away from claire, grinning in satisfaction as she saw both Annalise and victoria as well as the few others that had gathered to watch the action. Or at least claire's firm young tits. Roz looked up at Annalise. "I am not as young as I used to be! And look at her, just writhing there, wanting more." She smiled back over her shoulder at the young brunette, her beautiful tits pulsing, just short of burning. claire swayed from her wrists and her body humped ever so slightly.
Roz's eyes fixed on victoria's humping, so much more pronounced than claire's. She raised an eyebrow, looking at the couple.
"So, how is the shrinking violet taking to all this?" The smirk on her face made it clear the short dark haired woman had made up her own mind, but she left it open for a reply from Annalise or victoria.
victoria lynn:
"No, I would never… " The blonde's voice was quiet, her eyes drifted closed momentarily as she shook her head slowly. "I will never… do anything you don't allow." Her blue eyes fluttered open again, enchanted by Annalise' powerful gaze. She was still humping relentlessly, grinding her soaking wet pussy against Annalise, gasping as Her fingers traced over the girl's puffy wet folds and tight pink sphincter.
It was all getting to be too much, but victoria was lost at sea, her mind waging war with her body and losing desperately. Hearing Annalise' husky voice in her ear, feeling eyes upon her but unable to control herself any longer. The blonde's cheeks were flushed red, the color flooding down her neck to her chest, both from embarrassment and lust invading her petite body.
Positively humiliated, hearing her own whimpering voice, the moans and mewls that were escaping her pouty lips, making her cunt that much hotter.
"I think I want that ... to be bound ... used ... abused." The girl whispered, unsure of what exactly she was asking for, but knowing she needed it. "Would everyone have to be watching?" She asked Annalise weakly, but already knew the answer, further enraging the flames within her. Annalise would use and abuse her girl in front of everyone, if that was Her desire. Or no one would be allowed to see the pleasures Annalise would claim from her girl. Regardless of Her wishes, victoria would be eager to obey, to serve Annalise.
The war inside her was all but lost. What began as an internal struggle, had withered away completely, replaced with a welcomed certainty. victoria belonged to Annalise now, her mind and body were Hers, and the girl had never felt more free.
Annalise:
Bemused, Annalise towered over her girl and a grin stretched across her enigmatic face. She saw some flickers of the struggle inside victoria, and felt this girl's surrender. This one seemed even more paramount than the other previous lines that were crossed. This one was public, or at least semi-public.
Without responding to the blonde directly, Annalise gripped the back of the girls head and swiveled it towards the shorter, stoutly rolling Ros as she approached. Annalise's voice was calm and cool as she prompted.
"Why don't you tell my friend how you are taking to all of this. And to the scene Ros and claire have been kind enough to share?" The red marks were coming up nicely on the bound girl's tits now, top, bottom, inside and outside. Ros really knew how to work that flogger. And there was certainly some color around the nipple and areola but not as much - the wisking leather keep from falling as directly on that tender and sensitive target.
victoria lynn:
Her blue eyes flashed up at Annalise, seemingly shrinking under the Brunette's leering green eyes, the heat emanating, boring deep inside her. victoria drew in a quick breath as Annalise gripped the back of her head and neck, just below the messy bun of blonde hair, directing her writhing body toward Roz and claire. She could feel the stares from the audience that has amassed around them, feeling so exposed, no longer able to cling to Annalise for protection.
The girl stumbled forward a bit on her tall, platform heels as Annalise prodded her forward. Her erect nipples were stiff and prominent through the thin white lace, victoria quietly prayed the wet spot forming in her crotch wasn't obvious to prying eyes. She could feel the slickness creeping down her inner thighs, letting her eyes drift over claire's half naked, bound body, red welts so prominent across her perky, pale breasts, her pert nipples swollen from the combination of thrashes and euphoria.
victoria gave her attention back to Roz as directed, recognizing the satisfied grin that crept across Her lips, she lowered her eyes to the flogger at the end of Roz's resting arm. The girl bit her lip before letting her mouth fall open, momentarily soundless as she contemplated the scene. "Thank you, Roz, for letting me share this experience with you." The girl mewled softly, her blue eyes still cast down, unsure how to properly verbalize what she was feeling in the moment.
"She looks so … beautiful … like that." Her wide eyes moving back to claire once more, absorbing the sight of her abused body, arms pulled taut above her head, bound by her wrists.
"It's what she was meant for, isn't it." More of a confirmation, and less of a question, victoria looked back to Roz for affirmation of her own feelings. But deep down she knew, somehow had always known, this is who she was, what she needed, that she had kept hidden from herself all these years.
Annalise:
Roz's lips pursed into a tight puckered 'o', as though she didn't know what she was expecting but that wasn't it. But the moment passed and her pleasant face returned.
"Well and thank you girl, for watching and sharing the moment with us." Her head tilted and she looked over and up at Annalise.
"Mind if I borrow your girl for a bit? Topless but no contact?"
The taller woman quirked up a smile and wordlessly reached up for victoria's neck. Deft hands unclasped the neckline of the lace dress and then down the small blonde's back. Her cool hands peeled down one shoulder and then the sleeve on that side then on the other as well. There was an anxious stirring in the crowd, closer to the dark and light pair than the suspended girl, as victoria's tits were revealed in their perky perfectly formed glory.
Roz lowered her gaze and grin to those tits, admiring them and momentarily comparing them to claire's. Then she grinned and took the girl by her wrist.
"Come on, toots. You have a date with destiny."
victoria lynn:
Thank you? Such a dolt, that's the best you could come up with?! victoria chided herself after seeing what appeared to be disappointment on Roz's pursed lips. Had she done something wrong already? Still adrift like a kite in the wind, the girl was overwhelmed in her new surroundings, she still had so much to learn.
Borrow her? Topless? It was all happening so fast but there was no turning back now. Hearing the two women discussing her as if she were an object, a plaything to be shared, caused her head to bow in embarrassment, her blue eyes cast down on the floor while her body reacted with increased heat and wetness.
The petite blonde gasped softly as she felt Annalise move Her cool hands to her neck, daring not move a muscle as her Woman worked the white lace, confidently stripping it down victoria's pale shoulders, sending shivers down her back. The girl's small pink nipples stiffened as her pert pale tits were exposed to the room.
As she felt Roz grip her slender wrist, victoria nodded wordlessly, almost imperceptibly at the shorter woman's command to follow. With her first step, the blonde glanced back over her bare shoulder at Annalise with a slight look trepidation across her flushed face, yet mixed with resignation at the fact this was her place now and she would do anything to please Her, to please Annalise.
Annalise:
Annalise's mouth twisted in a little grin as she saw that plaintive look from her girl, as though the poor thing were being dragged off for a hanging or something. And to victoria, maybe it was. This was a lot very soon but she seemed to be taking to it well enough. Plus it was arousing to the taller woman how her girl was being affected emotionally. This overwhelming evening was bringing out a lovely side of her.
The crowd around them stirred as the blonde was added to the mix. The possibilities were endless here, and they along with Annalise were curious to see what happened next. Roz for her part approached claire with a confident and amused grin, dragging victoria along behind her as though a lamb to the slaughter. The pair swung a wide arc around the bound girl, coming up from the side and stepping behind her. With a certain gentleness Roz pulled that captured wrist and hand up to claire's and gave the newcomer a simple little suggestion.
"Hold her hand. And the other one." Her hand caressed along victoria's other arm, encouraging it to raise and lace with claire's as well. This left the blonde pressing her little tits against claire's bare back, holding hands, heads to one side of each other. Roz stepped back to appraise the two, nodded and grinned widely and stepped back to reclaim her flogger.
victoria lynn:
With one last fleeting look at Annalise, noticing the sly grin that crept across her red lips, victoria stumbled forward as Roz pulled her wrist. The girl stepped quickly as she was lead along, being careful not to trip, still ungainly in her six inch platform stilettos heels. She could feel judging eyes upon her as they approached claire, the top of the blonde's dress now bunched around her waist.
victoria couldn't help but to let out a soft sigh, quickly biting her lip as she got a closer look at claire as they approached the bound girl. Her blue eyes moving over claire's half naked body, her abused tits, riddled with red welts from the flogging. Her mind was swimming, engulfed by a sea of emotion, barely able to comprehend Roz's commands over the drumming of her own heartbeat that pulsed in her ears as she was lead behind claire.
victoria absently raised her left arm over her head as instructed, reaching up for claire's bound left hand, her palm pressed against the back of the girl's hand, interlacing their fingers. A not unwelcome shiver ran down her spine as she felt Roz caress down her right arm, coaxing it upward to follow suit, until both arms were stretched over victoria's head, causing her to step in tightly behind claire, fingers interlaced with the bound girl's, exposed tits pressed into her bare back.
In that moment, the unknown of what was coming next felt like an eternity. The blonde's nervous huffing was audible, breathing in claire's fragrance as her face crept ever closer to the girl's neck and ear, her hips pressed against the girl's firm backside.
And there she waited, hearing murmurs and whispers all around them, the events of the night unfolding so rapidly, victoria let her eyes drift closed in anticipation of what was to come.
Annalise:
claire enjoyed the feeling of the woman coming in behind her, their fingers interlacing as though they were old childhood friends. Her head turned sideways with a sweet smile back at the gorgeous stranger.
"hi there. Fancy meeting you here!" Her giggle was light and airy, having amazing fun here at Roz's hands.
With practiced ease Roz took up her flogger, got into position and began plying it against claire's exposed and vulnerable torso. The blows fell in calculated places across those perfect tits. With each blow claire's hips thrust back at victoria, pressing that firm young ass into her pelvis. She was writhing from the pain, the stimulation and being exposed to all these prying eyes, happy to see her youthful form besmirched like this. Marked up and abused at the will of another. And claire loved it immensely.
Annalise wasn't feeling the same levels of enjoyment, but wasn't about to complain. Watching her girl led away gave her a momentary pang of regret. She trusted Roz, it wasn't that. But now she had no one to lean against, touch on and share the scene with. She grinned at herself, knowing the only person she had to blame for that was herself.
When the flogging was over and victoria dismissed, the raven haired Annalise caught the blonde's eyes in her own, calling her home to her arms with only a look.
victoria lynn:
"Umm, hi there. I hope I'm not intruding…" victoria's soft voice trailed off into a breathy giggle of her own. claire's sweet smile and care free attitude was warmly disarming and exactly what victoria needed, momentarily freeing her from the nerves that were cloying at her insides.
Her body began to melt more freely into claire, feeling the warmth of her bare back against her tits, their eyes meeting briefly before the distinctive crack of leather on skin. victoria could feel the girl's body flinch as Roz landed the first blow across her abused tits, forcing her ass back into victoria's mound, her natural reaction causing her to grind forward, matching claire's writhing hips.
victoria's glossy lips drug across the girl's pale neck, her tongue darting out to taste the sweat beading across her skin, beginning to suck eagerly on her neck, stifling the blonde's own eager moans. She was sinking quickly, no longer having Annalise there to anchor her to reality. The sight of the girl's tits being abused right in front of her, the loud, slapping lashes, pulling her deeper into darkness.
The gentle sucking of the girl's neck turned into biting, gently at first, then more ravenous, her teeth sinking into the girl's skin, finally catching herself before breaking the skin. A brief internal struggle was almost instinctual, yet finally able to free her mouth from claire's neck with a wet shhlopp, leaving behind a dark purple hickey on her slender neck, teeth marks and a trail of spit still connected to victoria's lower lip.
Panting heavily, face flushed a deep crimson, victoria's wide, shocked eyes searched for Annalise. As quickly as the event started, it was over and the blonde was left adrift. She could have cried in finding solace in those emerald pools watching over her, feeling her Woman beckon her home. With a few quick clicking steps across the floor, victoria whimpered as she laid her body against Annalise, elated to feel Her sanctuary once again.
Annalise:
Annalise wrapped her arms around her girl and pulled the blonde in tight to her, for the moment hiding those small and elegant tits from the crowd. She caught Roz's eye and gave a small wave of goodbye while nuzzling that flaxen hair. Her lips moved against the girl's ear quietly.
"Mmm I think later you are going to have to pay for that hickey!" Her cool hands moved against victoria's bare back, enjoying the toned frame and soft skin while holding the girl close and up against her. She felt the quiver in the girl's body and could smell her arousal, both things she enjoyed immensely.
With a solid hand on the girls back, she started them both towards the door. She was happy to leave the blonde's top down, to show her off and flaunt her like Roz had with claire. Annalise was sure she was failing to keep the expression of smug self-satisfaction from her face. But she couldn't help it, this beautiful girl was hers and she wanted everyone to know it.
It wasn't until they got to the door that Annalise stopped the march, nodded to victoria to cover up and used her phone to get the caravan moving to return them to the apartment near the Park. Once in the car, she was happy to reach between the blonde's legs and cup her cunt through the lace of her beautiful white dress.
"So, penny for your thoughts? Or feelings? Or anything else you care to share?" Annalise's smile was tight and twisted, curious about this frail little girl next to her.
victoria lynn:
The girl felt a wave of tranquility wash over her as she fell into the welcoming arms of Annalise. The cool touch of Her hands was soothing the smoldering skin of victoria's back, bringing her back from her lust filled stupor. victoria could feel her breathing begin to calm, her pulse beginning to slow from the fervent crescendo just moments ago. Her body flinched slightly as she heard Annalise' raspy voice, recalling what she had done to claire's neck.
victoria was relieved when Annalise began to guide her toward the door, eager to be home with Annalise again, their home, she smiled. The blonde made no move to fix her dress without guidance as they crossed the large crowded room, yet she felt a new found pride about others seeing her half naked body, the girl wanted them to know she belonged to Annalise.
Upon reaching the exit, as directed, vicoria happily slid her dress up and into place, quickly running her fingers through her hair trying to return some order to the blonde mess, before they made their way to the awaiting caravan. Once the car door was closed behind them, victoria let out a sigh, followed immediately by a low purr as Annalise reached down to cup her overheated pussy, spreading her thighs wider for Her.
"I think I might have had a mini panic attack there at the end?" letting out a soft chuckle at herself, covering her face with her hands, shaking her head gently to clear the remaining fog. "Hopefully I didn't screw up too badly, and sorry about the neck thing, I'm not too sure what came over me."
She slowly let her hands slide down away from her face, her blue eyes looking up at Annalise inquisitively. "So, how do you think I did? I think I'm out of my depth here."
"But I want to keep trying, everything, with You. For You"
Annalise:
Annalise's fingers are cool as she strokes the cheek and chin of her girl, so wonderfully devoted to her. Its an incredible feeling of power, knowing she could take and use this woman any way that she wished. Thoughts moved like sharks in the depths of her dark eyes.
"I know you do, girl. I can feel it from you. I am impressed you took to it so well." For emphasis, her other hand squeezed gently on victoria's mound, wet and hot to her touch. She wanted them to be home as well. She had one last surprise in mind for the blonde girl.
It wasn't long before the caravan screeched to a halt in front of the building, disgorging its passengers in protected splendor. Before the elevator's ding heralded the opening of the doors onto the marble floor of the entry hall.
Gasping the blonde's elbow with a firm grip and a twisted smile, Annalise pulled the girl into the kitchen. Pulling back one of the chairs with arms the raven haired woman nodded and gave her command.
"Sit." She knew that's all that it would take. She wandered off and returned with black latex bondage tape. With slow patient turnings victoria's wrists and then ankles were taped to the wood of the chair. The taller woman wandered easily into the kitchen and returned with a small but decidedly sharp pairing knife. She sat in the chair across the corner from the blonde girl and looked into those brilliant blue eyes.
"Do you trust me? With your life?" There wasn't menace in her voice, but there was something else. Gravity, perhaps. As though something important were about to take place.
victoria lynn:
She never would have dreamt a life for herself like this, the entourage, the cavalcade, being whisked like a princess up into her ivory tower, but victoria was captivated, knowing there was no where else on earth she was meant to be. She let out a whimpering moan as she felt Annalise grasp her pussy possessively, still so wet and inflamed for Her.
Could Annalise really have been that impressed? victoria was doubtful her own performance, she knew she could do so much better, but ever grateful for the praise from Annalise. Always her own worst critic, the girl seemed to have a sense of that academic perfectionist still lurking within.
As they stepped out of the elevator into the warmly lit penthouse, victoria let out a contented sigh, as if she had been holding her breath for the duration of the evening. Resting her hand on Annalise's shoulder for balance, the girl bent her knee, carefully lifting her foot up behind her, reaching down to slip off her right heel, letting it drop to the floor before repeating the process with her left.
Standing barefoot next to Annalise, the blonde felt positively tiny after losing the six inches of height she had quickly grown accustomed to. She wiggled her toes against the cold marble floor but the relaxed, secure feeling was fleeting, as victoria felt Annalise grip her elbow firmly, padding along as She tugged her into the kitchen.
"Sit." With the brusque command the girl plopped her toned butt in the chair without a second thought, her obedience becoming second nature. With the latex tape bound tight around her wrists and ankles, a breathtaking fright crept down victoria's spine upon seeing Annalise return with the knife.
"You know I do, I trust you completely." The small blonde squeaked out with as much confidence as she could summon. "With my life." The second part of her affirmation floated from her soft lips as barely a whisper, but she knew Annalise heard with perfect clarity.
Annalise:
Wearing a wolfish grin, the tall raven haired woman sat on the chair across the corner from victoria. She lowered the back of her forearm down to the cool stone of the tabletop, palm up and held loosely. Annalise deftly took up the pairing knife with her other hand and moved it to her wrist, tip held between the two tendons that worked the flex and retract of the hand.
"Down the street, not across the road." She grinned at some inside joke and dramatically cut through her own skin first one inch, then two then four. Where someone might expect a vigorous flow of blood from the sliced veins there was none of that. It pooled there in the wound, not escaping, flowing without being pumped. There was no explanation of why this might be. The only sound in the room was the clink of the knife being set on the table and the pounding of victoria's heart.
And as victoria watched, the split seam righted itself, resealing in the same direction as the cut until Annalise's skin was unblemished and whole. Not a drop of blood remained outside the former wound, no trace that anything had ever happened. Save for the one crimson drop that clung to the tip of the small pairing knife resting on the table.
Smirking, Annalise leaned over and rested her hands on the armrests of victoria's chair. Leaning in so closely her face was inches from the blonde's. As she drew back she pulled her razor sharp nails over the tape binding both wrists, slicing through just as easily she had her own skin mere minutes ago.
"Its been a long night, and the sun rises soon. I need to get in bed to slumber." She gaze her girl a wicked look before leaning in and kissing her cheek. "I want you to think about what you have just seen. And tomorrow when the sun has gone down we will talk it through."
She rose then, leaving victoria to free herself the rest of the way, lose in the apartment until the sun feel again and freed her from her torpor.
victoria lynn:
This was clearly another test, to push victoria beyond her limits which she eager to try, but nothing could prepare her for what was about to transpire. She saw something different in those smoldering emerald pools as Annalise grinned at her with knife in hand. victoria could swear they were glowing, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.
"Annalise … stop fooling around … you're scaring me … NOOOO!" victoria heard her own streaking voice as Annalise positioned the knife at Her wrist, watched it break through Her skin, almost an out of body experience as she willed Annalise to stop with every ounce of her being.
"Please God, no… " Her words caught on the painful lump that was swelling in her throat, the girl's frantic blue eyes flooded with tears, streaming down her cheeks as she wailed, watching Annalise plunge the knife into her own wrist, easily carving it up her forearm toward the bend of her elbow. victoria had given up on the Catholic Church in her early teens, had never believed in the foolish notion of all powerful Gods, but she cursed them just the same.
And in that instant, the world seemed to stop spinning on its axis, the air crackling with static energy as victoria witnessed the impossible. Annalise just filleted open her own wrist without a second thought or concern, only for her body to seemingly reverse time, healing itself as if mocking the very laws of nature.
"How… " She stammered quietly to herself, her frenzied mind worked, grasping for the smallest shred of comprehension as she watched Annalise, so cavalier in her attitude as she cut through the tape binding her wrists and simply slipped off escaping the coming dawn.
With her arms finally freed, victoria reached to the table and took up the knife that had just inexplicably carved through Annalise. She leaned down and feebly cut each ankle free while the wheels spun in her head, none of this made any sense, yet somehow it all made perfect sense and she needed answers.
victoria lynn:
After that adrenaline spike she may not be able to sleep for days and what had been blinding fear had quickly turned into subtle indignation. How could She do something like that and just walk away like nothing happened? After everything they had been through and the final dramatic events of that evening, victoria deserved to know the truth.
victoria quickly changed out of the white lace dress, yearning for comfort, she donned the familiar cut off jeans and the worn concert tshirt that still somehow smelled of Her. On her way back to the kitchen she reached into the top shelf of the chiller and grabbed a bottle of her favorite red. She poured herself a glass which she quickly downed to calm her frayed nerves, refilled once more and began her sleuthing around the vast penthouse.
A flicker of memory caused victoria to glance back toward the walk in closet where she had just changed, slowing padding back across the floor for confirmation. There she pulled back the gliding walnut door that concealed Annalise expansive wardrobe and there it hung, tucked behind scores of ball gowns, was the black leather bodysuit with what appeared to be a parachute clinging to its back. The jet black helmet sat on a shelf just above the hanging rod, causing victoria to have to tip toe to reach it.
She had read about fantastical ideas like this just after the twin towers fell, drastic escape options for the ultra rich, but the full leather body suit was something else entirely. victoria slipped the bulky helmet over her blonde hair and snapped the visor closed leaving her in utter blackness. What was the point, no one could see a shred of light through this, not a drop of sun could permeate, but that was the point, wasn't it?
So she sat and waited, positioned on the counter before her was her wine glass, a half empty bottle, the helmet and the knife. With several hours to kill before Annalise seemingly rose from the dead, victoria lifted open her MacBook and began to dig.
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