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A Crimson Flush - Ff - D/s, BDSM, Blood (Island Gwen & Fancy Jessica)

The powerfully feminine force in the darkness felt her girl's body stiffen and then shudder in its wracking passions. She felt the call of her name in the blonde's mind. Her tongue slithered back into her mouth and she knelt down at her girl's feet. The thigh dildo slipped out of the girl as Annalise bent her head to the gushing cunt, mouth open wide and thristy for the taste of victoria's spray. Her lips sealed on the blonde's mouth, cheeks hollowing as she drank from that fountain. Her finger moved in the girl's ass, just to prolong the climax.

When the flow had stopped and victoria went slack, held upright only by the suspending ropes Annalise leaned back on her heels. Her hands moved up and down the girl's hips and thighs, grinning her lust at controlling the blonde. Those cool hands slipped down to an ankle, freeing it from the suspending rope. Then the other side, and the brunette rose to release the girl's arms as well.

Taking her girl in one arm for support, Annalise's free hand reached out, the nail of her thumb lengthening and sharpening along its edge. When it was drawn back along the suspending rope, the soft nylon was severed cleanly and the girl sagged against the standing woman as gravity finally took control.

Annalise carried her girl into bed, easing her into the sheets and following along with her, snuggling in close. The brunette grinned, loving the feeling of her naked body against victoria's and feeling the rope harness still wreathing the blonde's tender body. Here in the utter darkness, when even her girl was scarcely conscious, finally the brunette's caresses were gentle and sensitive. Her fingertips grazed the delicate cheekbone, the side of tit, twinkling down the ribs to hold the blonde's hip possessively.

It was some time yet before she had to sleep, so Annalise laid beside her girl in the still dark.

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Her last moment of clarity before drifting off to a deep slumber was of Annalise, drinking from her, draining her as the girl lost all bodily function from the intense orgasm. No fever dreams would find her this night, just an exhausted sleep of the dead that always befell Annalise. victoria’s blue eyes slowly cracked open and immediately felt what could only be compared to a drunken hangover. Clearly the after effects from the oxygen deprivation is what her mind settled on.

Turning over, the girl found bottle of dark crimson liquid on her nightstand, what appeared to be Gatorade or a similar hydration drink. Next to it were several Advil tablets, which she excepted readily and drank down several swallows of the cold nectar. Modern medicine, she chuckled as her headache vanished in an instant. She looked over to see Annalise dead to the world, smiling, taking in the beauty of her Woman, the girl leaned down and placed a sweet gentle kiss on Her cool cheek before making her way to the bathroom.

A fleeting moment of shame and embarrassment washed over victoria, as she took in her image in the mirror, the chest harness still taut around her naked torso. Her eyes then moved to her wrists, finding the red ligature marks and seeing the matching red welts around her slender ankles. The humiliation quickly replaced with a heat that emanated from between her damp thighs as she replayed the previous nights events.

Slowly tracing her fingers over the Jute rope, shivering as she felt it bite into her pale skin with every slight movement, causing her pink puffy nipples to stiffen. victoria had never been bound or restrained in any fashion before, and was surprised at the effect this feeling was having on her both physically and mentally.

Suddenly feeling silly, victoria awkwardly reached around her back to tug at the tight knots there. Wincing as she pulled and tugged, she tried to use the mirror to guide her delicate fingers. The girl knew she would have to do some additional research on the bindings, and loved knowing how much it would please Annalise for her girl to be properly educated on the subject.

Finally free of the ropes and pausing momentarily to take in the red welts criss crossing her alabaster skin, victoria slipped on a pair of black Lulu lemon leggings and one of Annalise' worn white v-neck tee shirts. The girl then easily fell into her day time routine by entering her code to raise the blinds then padding into the kitchen to make coffee while her Woman slept. Drifting back into the great room with her coffee and croissant, the girl made herself comfortable in her favorite corner of the immense sectional to delve into some much needed research.

She was feeling more and more at home every day she spent with Annalise. Feeling at home in Her once overwhelming penthouse, the girl felt foolish as she fantasized, dreamt of this becoming their home.

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As the sun slipped below the horizon Annalise was able to free herself of the heavy chains of stupor. Frowning at being alone there in bed, she lifted herself easily and strode into the dressing hall to slip on a simple black silk chemise and stalked out in search of her girl. The brunette's sharp ears couldn't hear victoria's movements in the back half of the apartment so she moved easily past the elevators to the front half. The security doors had automatically opened when the sun fell so she breezed through easily.

The blonde was dozing lightly on the couch, her tablet fallen to the cushion beside her. Like a silent panther, Annalise slipped in beside the girl. One hand moved across the cushions to cradle under the blonde head and cup her shoulder. The dark predatory eyes saw first the rope marks left on wrist and ankle. It thrilled Annalise to know that she had put them there, and that those marks were hers. So much so that her free hand stole to the hem of the tshirt, slowly tugging it up to reveal the marked skin of her girl's midriff.

It was her cool fingertips grazing that damaged skin so lightly that finally lured the blonde to wakefulness. Annalise smiled down into those sweet and innocent blue eyes as they looked up at her.

"Good evening girl. How do you feel?" She cocked her head to the side, the curious fingers never stopping in their touching the bruised skin. It was an open ended question, and the woman was curious to hear the girl's response.

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Annalise: It was her cool fingertips grazing that damaged skin so lightly that finally lured the blonde to wakefulness. Annalise smiled down into those sweet and innocent blue eyes as they looked up at her.

"Good evening girl. How do you feel?" She cocked her head to the side, the curious fingers never stopping in their touching the bruised skin. It was an open ended question, and the woman was curious to hear the girl's response.

victoria: "I feel … well rested … " letting out a long satisfied sigh, stretching my arms out over my head as I arch my body, tee shirt riding further up my torso "And, umm, maybe a little sore?" pale cheeks flushing pink with a bit of embarrassment as her fingers trace over the red marks on her other wrist

Annalise: "Mmm sore? Show me where." Annalise's face focused on her girl's body, cool fingertips tracing over soft skin. Her breathing quickened, a concession to show her increasing interest in case the flashing in her dark eyes wasn't enough.

victoria: "Umm, here... and here...." victoria's voice was barely above a whisper as she pointed to her bruised wrists, the down to the red and purple marks around her slender ankles, stretching her legs out from under her on the couch

And sorta here too barely audible now, cheeks flushing dark red, as her hand reached down between her thighs, cupping her mound

Annalise: "Show me." The dark haired woman's eyes narrowed as she looked down at the innocent blonde girl, knowing she was pushing boundaries into the unknown for victoria. But Annalise was confident that not only would the blonde obey the command, but that she wanted to as well.

victoria: Her breath hitching at hearing the sharp command, yet without hesitation victoria nodded slowly, hooking her thumbs into the waist band of her tight black leggings, lifting her hips off the couch as she pushed them down her bare thighs, baring her bald mound as she rolled them down to her knees, breathing much quicker now. The girl's pussy lips still puffy and reddened.

Annalise: Annalise stops her girl from taking the leggings complete off, pushing victoria's hands away, grinning at her enjoyment of this partial bondage. Her hand caresses up sweet inner thigh to the marks where the crotch ropes of the harness rode and marked.

"Here?" The answer was obvious as the hand moved over the reddened skin, bruised by its part in carrying the girl's weight. The dark eyes bore down into the blue ones as the cool hand moved so near victoria's boiling cunt.

victoria: "Uuuhhh huhhhhh...." Gasping out her reply, victoria's mouth hanging open, almost panting already, wincing at the pressure on her bruised crotch as Annalise probed and prodded, setting off a fire in her cunt, feeling her juices running down her ass crack, her leggings bunched tightly around her knees

The girl's puffy nipples stiffening, so rigid, poking through the worn white cotton of the tee hiked up under her tits.

Annalise: The dark haired woman looked askance down at her girl.

"Where else? Maybe your ribs underneath those perky little tits where the harness bit into you? Show me." The command came again, with the lower hand cupping victoria's boiling cunt. Annalise's hand grew warmer, even hot, increasing the sensations the blonde was being subjected to.

victoria: "Heeeere......." victoria's back was arching instinctively as Annalise cupping her burning cunt, smearing the girl's juices all over her crotch. victoria slide her hands up her belly, fumbling urgently with her tee, tugging it up over her perky tits, hiking it up under her armpits

The girl's dark pink nipples, so puffy and throbbing, erect. The dark bruising welts criss crossed around her tits, around her ribcage, meeting down at her pulsing, wet cunt.

Annalise: "I like that it hurt." Her eyes met her girl's, boring deep into victoria's soul. "I like hurting my girls. You should know that." She tilted her head, studying the blonde, watching carefully for a reaction.

victoria: victoria's blue eyes squinted, locked with Annalise, her face contorting from the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through the girl's writhing body, head laid back on the back of the couch, hearing and believing her words, the need to be hurt, to be Hers ever growing

Annalise: The looming brunette grinned at her girl's reaction. She had expected acceptance and surrender. But the willful abandon she saw in the girl below her was surprising. Her eyes were heavy lidded with arousal when she spoke.

"You aren't just ready for it. You want it, don't you? You want to suffer at my hands." The hand on victoria's mound heated up more, unreasonably hot as it began kneading the flesh there, gripping determinedly.

victoria: "UUhhhhh, yessssssssss, pleeeaassseeee......" victoria's pleading, whimpering reply shocked her, but the girl couldn't hold back any longer, soaking wet at the thought, the deep desires creeping to the surface. victoria's throbbing cunt at the mercy of her Woman as she pulled, tugged at her puffy wet lips.

Annalise: The cruel woman grinned her victory at the pleading words from the blonde girl. She raised her hand from the soft mound, bringing it back down in a sharp slap. The wet meaty sound echoed off the glass and marble of the room. It was a harsh blow for such a naïve girl, but Annalise wanted to hear the girl's pain-noises and watch her body convulse from the agony. She also wanted to test this girl's resolve and dedication.

victoria: "OOowwwwwwwwww" The girl yelped, crying out in pain as Annalise slap came down on her meaty, puffy lips, so sloppy wet, sitting a puddle of her own juices. Her hips rising off the couch as her body contorted from the painful smack, a single tear drifting down her crimson cheek

Annalise: Annalise bent her head to the girl's cheek, catching that tear before it could roll down. Her hand again cupped that sweet cunt, possessing it. She paused there, hanging over victoria allowing the blonde to have time to parse through what she was feeling.

"Does the pain arouse you?" The brunette's voice was thick and her throat tight. She could feel the wet squish of the mound below her palm and sense the shuddering of her girl's smaller, weaker body.

victoria: Her body was shuddering, breathing ragged, clenching her eyes closed, then open again, needing to look into Her emerald eyes. Nodding her head, panting as she rocked her hips against Annalise groping hand, giving herself freely, completely.

victoria's mind was clouded with lust, the pain igniting an unknown need deep within the girl. Finding herself desperately craving the pain, the abuse, humiliated at weak and needy she felt

Annalise: Annalise took her girl's labia between her strong fingers, pressing the nails against each side and pinching hard. She wanted to focus the girl and give her clarity as she barked at her.

"Answer me, girl!"

There was a growl in the back of the dark haired woman's throat, thoroughly enjoying the girl's surrender and weakness. It was amazing to look down at her, progressively losing her treasured intellect and turning into a mindless slave to her own base desires.

The feral grin spread wider across Annalise's face, treasuring this heightened moment in an ocean of banality.

victoria: The girl's blue eyes shot open wide as she heard the growl, beast-like in nature, the command that was not to be denied. The crystal blue quickly glazing over again with an animalistic passion, submitting everything she ever was and would ever be in that moment.

"Yesssss, I love how you hurt me........" victoria did not even recognize her voice in her weak, whimpering reply. The painful pinching of her throbbing cunt sent electric pulses through her belly, to the depths of her soul.

Piece by piece, Annalise was claiming parts of the girl, taking ownership of what She saw as rightfully Hers.

Annalise: Annalise's face was pinched and tight. She reached both hands up to the collar of the teeshirt that victoria wore, easily tearing it asunder. She wanted her girl exposed to her, open and available.

"Reach between your legs, pull open your labia and expose your clit to me."

The brunette watched her girl's eyes, wanting to see fear there.

victoria: A gasping yelp left the girl's weak, timid body as Annalise shredded the garment as if it were tissue paper. victoria's perky naked tits heaving as she panted loudly, raspy, the fear of disobeying such an order gripping her inner being.

Mindlessly now, the girl's small hands slide down her naked, exposed body, between her thighs, fingertips slipping between her slick folds, groaning as she peeled them open.

Shame washed through her weak body, but the need to demonstrate obedience was unrelenting. The girl spread her pink wet slit to expose her swollen, pulsing clit for her Woman.

Annalise: The strong woman reached up and took victoria's jaw in her hand, forcing her head towards Annalise's. Their gaze locked tightly.

"You are not allowed to orgasm. Not at all this night. Do you understand?"

victoria: "Ye.... yesssss......." A breathless reply, whimpering, nodding as best she could with Annalise' strong grip of her delicate chin.

She wanted, needed to obey, but the girl was ever fearful that her wanton body would betray her.

Annalise: The blonde's jaw was release and the hand moved back down between her legs, flicking hard across the exposed clit with the bony side of Annalise's finger. The brunette knew this would be something between pain and pleasure. She saw the warring tensions in her girl.

"Don't you dare!" Her voice was crisp and sharp, demanding obedience.

victoria: "OOOOhhhhhhh...... I.... promise...... " The girl's head rocked back as Annalise released her chin, eyes clenched shut as she fought back her bestial urges, her clit so thick and hard now. Biting her lip so hard as almost to draw blood, toes curling with both pain and pleasure battling within her feverish cunt.

Her delicate fingers clenched and grasped at the couch cushions, her entire body arching as if possessed, her perky little tits thrust out.

Annalise: ""No! You are not allowed!" With two fingers Annalise slapped down on her girl's cunt, right between those fingers pulling the labia apart. This was a gamble, as the brunette hadn't yet learned where her girl's line was between pleasure and pain, and how close she was to climax. Still, its what she wanted to do to her girl so she did it.

victoria: "AAAahhhhhhhhhh" The girl's entire body flinched from the harsh smack down on her spread open cunt, the loud, wet slap echoing through the grat room. victoria's thighs snapped closed reflexively protecting herself, her eyes snapping open again at the shock. For that brief moment, the pain and fear had won the battle, yet the war inside her still waged.

Her blue eyes locking back onto Annalise dark green blazing embers, searching for protection, for safety, for reassurance that all was right.

Annalise: "Open. For me. Girl." The command came through gritted teeth, and those predatory eyes offered no warmth, no safety, no refuge. There was only lust for control and domination there to be seen.

victoria: A fear like the girl had never felt took hold, mindlessly nodding, knowing Annalise would have anything She wanted. victoria's willful submission beginning to take over as her natural state, she spread her thighs again as far as the bunched up leggings would allow.

Needing no further command, her manicured nails once again found her puffy wet labia, spreading her cunt wide, offering up her most intimate self eagerly.

Annalise: "Good girl." Annalise gushed a little more than she meant to, impressed with her girl's devotion in the face of daunting intimidation. She stood then, lifting off her chemise and pulling off the girl's restrictive leggings. She scooped the now naked blonde into her arm and in a display of nearly impossible strength lifted her from the couch bent over.

Their eyes locked again as the brunette marched her towards the huge windows, pressing the girl's back against the cold glass. She shifted her hands to the girls asscheeks, pressing her higher and higher along the glass until victoria's head was bowed by the ceiling and her dripping cunt was right at Annalise's face.

The girl's reward for her surrender was delicate kisses on her lips, with the brunette savoring the taste of the sweet juices that oozed from her snatch.

victoria: Her words almost brought the girl to tears, Annalise had vocalized what victoria never knew she needed to hear. Being Her good girl was the only thing that mattered to the girl now, all else was irrelevant. Dazed, in a sea of emotion and intense feeling, victoria let herself drown in those piercing green eyes. (edited)

She never felt weaker, nor more protected than when Annalise effortlessly claimed her petite frame from the couch. Her head hunched over by the ceiling allowing her the vision of Annalise savoring Her prize. Fighting back her orgasm with every ounce of energy that remained, the resulting energy flowing down her cheeks in streams of tears as she watched her Woman below. (edited)

Annalise: With her girl's legs perched on her shoulders, Annalise stood straight and tall. She looked up from the dripping gash to her tits to her face, head bent where it pressed against the ceiling. She grinned broadly seeing the swirl of emotion in the girl's face. Her lips moved against victoria's labia as she mumbled, words slightly obstructed by the delicate flesh.

"Dish is part of what it meansh to be mine." Her hand slipped up to knead the little tit. Then her tongue slipped from her mouth and slowly lapped up the slit, still trying to keep the girl right on the edge without going over.

victoria: "UUhhhh huhhhhh yesssssssss, I want to be Yourssssss........." The platinum blonde hair draped down around the girl's sweet face, her blue eyes hooded, locked in rapture with Annalise as She lapped up her sweet juices.

Watching Her strong fingers knead and fondle her perky little tit, dark pink nipple so erect. Reaching her arms back, palms flat against the glass, clinging desperately, straining not to erupt with every lap of her swollen tongue

Annalise: As quickly as the assault started it stopped. Annalise pulled back her head and bent at the knees, letting her girl down from the heights she had been pushed up to. When the blonde's feet finally touched the cool marble floor the brunette turned victoria so that she was facing the large window. With one hand in blonde hair and the other on the girl's ass, Annalise pressed her whole body against the cold glass.

"You are getting too hot, too close. You need to calm down." There was a gravelly chuckle in victoria's ear. "The cleaning crew are going to be cursing your name tomorrow." When the blonde's breathing and heart rate had gone back down, those same powerful arms plucked her off the window, leaving an outline prominent with ass marks up high, tit marks lower and palm imprints throughout.

Annalise scooped up her girl in her arms and started carrying her back towards the windowless side of the apartment.

victoria: Her strength was always obvious to victoria, although never more so than in this moment. Annalise elevated the blonde girl’s naked body effortlessly to the top of the window, victoria’s head bent awkwardly against the ceiling as She lapped up Her prize hungrily, savoring Her girl’s sweetness.

Nodding her head slowly as she heard the Brunette’s deep raspy commands, the side of the girl’s face contorted against the glass, Annalise pinning her small trembling frame to the wall to ceiling window.

Annalise was right, as usual, victoria was about to erupt and she didn’t want to disobey Her. The cold glass helping to lower her core temperature, gooseflesh prickling up across victoria’s pale body as her breathing began to ease, coming down from her euphoric high.

victoria could think again, just barely, the fog of lust beginning to clear from the girl’s head, awakening from her mindless state. The girl couldn’t possibly know where things were headed for the two of them, but was ever grateful to be snatched up by her beautiful, alpha Woman, the blondes arms clasped around Her neck.

Feeling so helpless, yet so protected as Annalise whisked her girl away once again into the blackness.

Annalise: Carrying the girl into the shower, Annalise set the temperature a little colder than the blonde had set for herself previously. The mutual cleaning session was more perfunctory than sensual, with Annalise grinning and watching to make sure her girl couldn't orgasm. Both from the coolness of the water and the lack of sexual contact. It amused her to no end, thinking about leaving victoria in this state.

Out of the shower and toweled off, the brunette lead the girl back into the dressing hall. Here, she took up a bag and started dropping some clothes into it. These were going to be her casual and work out clothes. Her business and dress clothes were already on the way.

Picking up on victoria's look, she answered before the questions were given voice.

"I am going away for a week for business." She rounded on victoria, looking down into the beautiful face. She reached down and took hold of that chin and forced their eyes to meet. "I don't want you to orgasm while I am away. Do you understand?" Her head tilted to the side, watching.

"And I think you should stay here, so you can think about me and smell me while I am away." She shifted her shoulders absently. "In fact I think you should sell or donate your things and come live here with me. But we can wait on that."

victoria: “What do you mean you’re leaving me?” victoria’s soft voice trembled as the girl spoke, shocked to learn of this new revelation. “Why wound’t you tell me? I thought… I thought, after last night…” The blonde’s voice trailed off, suddenly finding it hard to breath, imagining even a moment without Her.

“And sell my things? Stay here, like your pet?” The anger that welled up inside her was surprising, but somehow comforting for Victoria. “I have a life too, you know!” The words fell out of her mouth before she could stop herself, as terse a reply as she would dare in front of Annalise.

She was trying her best to be strong, to be that independent woman she always saw in herself. But this was too much, she could feel her throat tightening, the tears welling up in her big blue eyes, the ache in her belly at the thought of being without Her.

Not wanting Annalise to watch her shatter into a million pieces, Victoria grabbed her bag, keys and phone and headed for the door. Hesitating momentarily, she finally grabbed her key card from the side table before entering the elevator bank.

She wouldn’t look back, she couldn’t, it would hurt too much and Victoria wasn’t going to give Annalise the satisfaction of seeing her break. She hit the button for the lobby and took a final glance into the apartment. Why did she look? Those icy, emerald eyes bored into her soul one last time before the doors closed, as if just to confirm the girl’s heart had been cleanly torn in two.

Annalise: From the beginning of the girl's temper tantrum, Annalise held herself still despite the impulses urging through her body to grab the retreating blonde. It was as if being rigidly stable was the only thing preventing the instinct to seize and hold from taking over. Only her head pivoted slowly as though even this motion might be too much, might break the spell. Those large green eyes didn't even blink as the polished metal doors of the elevator closed behind her girl.

The brunette tasted ash and blood in her mouth as her fists balled into knots of bone and gristle. How had she allowed this girl to get so deep into herself? Why had she shared as much as she had? Good thing she hadn't shared it all. And maybe it was for the best. Her's was a difficult road, despite the wealth and power.

Like a statue slowly waking, Annalise's body thawed. She spend the rest of her night hours before leaving with her flowers, tending to their needs. It was a lesser but still important type of care.

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Her work was cathartic, something about immersing herself in the minutiae of her research that could always provide Victoria much needed solace from the pressures of the outside world. Finally back in her lab, things were really turning a corner, the FDA had given initial approvals of their vaccine for COVID-X, and Victoria was even given a speaking slot at the upcoming CDC Symposium in DC.

Her routine felt easily familiar, but could she really go back to the way things were? Meet with the trainer at 6 a.m., shower, into the lab by 7:30, non stop until 8 or 9 at night, only to grab a greasy burger on the way home to let get cold as she streamed some more brain draining crap. Not this time, things were different, what they had was real, wasn’t it? Victoria enjoyed who she was with Annalise, free to open up and be herself. Sure, the penthouse was worlds apart from her 800 square foot walk-up, but it was so much more than that. She could see a life there, with Her.

But why shouldn’t she have her own life? Annalise clearly only saw her as a fun distraction, someone to toy with to keep herself amused. And then just walking out on her like that, but expecting her be at her beck and call? The more she thought back, the more annoyed she became at the scene that played out in the penthouse. That’s why the text caught her at just the right, or quite possibly, the exact wrong time.

They didn’t have an extensive past, but on and off enough that Brandon would reach out to her out of the blue, usually with her ignoring his continued advances. Victoria had felt she put up with enough recently and could use the break, besides it was just coffee. She pulled out her iPhone and quickly tapped out the text reply to him.

“Hey, you still wanna grab that coffee?”

She knew it wouldn’t take much, but Victoria was still surprised at how quickly he replied.

“How about a drink instead? Maybe meet tonight after work at Casey’s?” He wrote back.

Victoria replied before she could think, she was going to take her life back.

“Why don’t I come by your place for that drink? It’s on my walk home from work, remember?“

They would just catch up over a few drinks, and not like anyone would care what she was doing anyway?! Then came the confirmation.

“Deal, see you at 7pm”

She did her best not to take advantage of him always being there, but he was safe enough and she just needed some company. Victoria exiting her building, the brisk air biting as she tugged her swede leather coat closed round her chest, she made no notice of the security detail creeping amongst the shadows, maintaining tight surveillance of their quarry.

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As she walked the street toward Brandon’s building, Victoria’s mind was lost in thought. What was she going to say for her talk, and what on earth would she wear? Maybe Annalise would like to attend if she invited her? Victoria gave her had a quick shake, chastising herself for being silly and burying that girl deep down once again under the stresses of her burgeoning career.

His place was as she remembered, modest but somewhat sterile, definitely a bachelor pad. They quickly fell into a methodic flow, laughing about the old times and trading career updates. Yet the small talk was just that, small, meaningless, his diatribe droned on and on about starting a medical practice, simply filling dead air. Victoria knew she didn’t come here to talk, she needed to feel… something… anything… her world felt empty and she was willing to try anything to fill that void inside her.

Victoria had decided to forego the wine that he originally offered and decided on a vodka tonic instead, hoping it would help numb the pain that much quicker. Before long and after several refills, she could feel the flush in her cheeks, the liquor taking effect on her diminutive stature. He knew her long enough to realize that look on her face, not that of desire, but more of affirmation for him to proceed.

As he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, she felt, well, nothing. Feeling no resistance, his hands began to roam over her body, and again, nothing. Desperate for some kind of connection, she began to respond, kissing him back in earnest as he groped her.

She fumbled with the front of his jeans, unbuttoning, unzipping them as she reached in to grab his growing member. Jerking him urgently, seeking an answer for that dull ache inside, she fell back onto the couch pulling Brandon on top of her. His hands move with an urgency, unzipping her jeans, pealing them down her thighs as she lifted her hips off the couch, then tugging one leg free of the dark stretchy denim.

Without thinking, Victoria reached down to pull her black lace thong to the side, helping guide him between her folds. She was surprised to find he was having trouble entering her, her body not reacting to him the way she had needed. She wanted this, didn’t she?

Her mind was already drifting away, back to the penthouse, back to her Annalise and their last night together. The images of Annalise penetrating her 3 holes flashed through Victoria’s mind, her juices flowing freely now as Brandon penetrated her easily. His movements were that of a teenage boy on his first date, awkward thrusts as he pushed in and out of Victoria’s now slippery pussy.

Still eager to feel anything, Victoria moved his hand to her throat, urging him to take hold as he fucked her. He reluctantly obliged, but something was off, none of this was right, he could never give her what she so desperately needed and desired.

Feeling nothing but disgust at herself, Victoria turned her face away from him toward the back of the couch as he continued to thrust, knowing he’d be finished soon and she could leave this god awful apartment. After several minutes and one final grunt, she felt him deposit his load inside her, and with it an enormous amount of remorse overtook her.

Just as quickly as it started, it was over, her hands on his chest pushing him away. Victoria grabbed her jacket and boots and stumbled awkwardly to the powder room to collect herself. The face she saw in the mirror was that of a stranger, how could she have been so stupid?! Without a word or a second look back she stormed out of the condo and out into the night air.

Upon arriving home, Victoria kicked off her boots and poured herself a glass of wine. She convinced herself that all that was needed was a shower and a good nights sleep, tomorrow would be new day. victoria leaned her back against her counter and slowly slid down until she was seated on the floor. Pulling her knees up to her chest, the girl began to sob. The tears flowed down her reddened cheeks, unrelenting the more she tried to hold them back. Why had Annalise left her like that, without so much as a warning? And why did victoria have to run off so dramatically and make such a stupid mistake?!

The tears slowed as she pulled herself together, finishing her glass of wine and standing up to pour a second glass. Wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, the answer was obvious and it was like a weight was lifted as she allowed herself to realize it, she was going back to where she belonged.

Taking another long pull from her wine glass, victoria flipped open her laptop and began her search for local storage units. She may not be willing to sell everything she owned yet, but she was ready to take that next step toward her future with Annalise.

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Gina sat on the couch trying to relax. It was useless of course, her hands trembled in fear as they worked her phone. The couch sat on a beach, but that was fake. There was a slight but steady breeze flowing left to right, but that was fake too. She was really in a stateroom on a cruise ship somewhere off the coast of Argentina. In an ironic twist, the rich and powerful all wanted interior rooms while the lesser people were pushed to those exterior cabins with balconies and windows.

The only concession to their wealth and power was huge LCD hemispheres in the main cabin, the same type used by Hollywood making their movies. It could project high quality, 360 degree images of a location in a vast library of settings. And today, that was a beach. Such was the technology that as the sun went down in the real world it also went down in the imaged scene. At this latitude, it was dark much more than it was light.

As the sun outside the ship had set, the fake sun had set as well. And the darker the fake beach got, the more the dread swelled in Gina's stomach. Her contact was a girl named Madalen, who had said there was bad news. And being with her primary hadn't been a cake walk to begin with. Still, it was too late now. She stood and lounged back against the side of the couch, trying to act casual.

~

The raven haired woman shook off her lethargy and rose from her death like sleep. The black silk chemise hung from her shoulders and breasts swaying as she moved. The sleeping room of the cabin was small, but it didn't need to be much. The main room was much larger, the one where her toy awaited her. She could hear the other woman through the door, which slid into a pocket in the wall.

She stepped in and her eyes ran down the lean lines of the girl before her. A wanna-be model, she was slim and fine with darker skin and hair and eyes. She wore a sheer floral blue and white drape over her shoulders and a lovely blue bikini beneath.

"I can smell your fear." Annalise's uncaring finger moved along the girl's collarbone, pushing it off a shoulder.

Gina bowed her head submissively, nodding her head. Madalen had suggested this as a defense mechanism, to not rouse the predator's instinct. She had been this one's companion for nearly a week now and it had mostly worked. She was being treated better than others like her on this cursed ship.

"I guess there is bad news?" She shrugged her shoulder, both to show a lack of understanding and to help the woman remove her drape. Gina like the color and didn't want it destroyed. Like much of the other clothes she had worn into this cabin.

Annalise's hand moved to the girl's hips, directing her into the middle of the room. Cool hands took off the drape, then the top then bottom. They moved along the girl's toned limbs not out of care or regard but cold appreciation of flesh well sculpted.

"I am told there is video. Madalen wouldn't let me watch it last night as it would have interfered with work. The bitch.. We are going to watch it together." The pale skinned woman took up the hemp rope, rough again skin. A minor cruelty amidst a series of greater ones to come. She took her time over the next thirty minutes weaving it into a drum harness around the girl's waist. Once this was done, she ran lines out from each side to eyelets in the walls. She had a feeling this was going to be an extreme session and she didn't want the girl falling until she was done with her.

Gina nodded her head to this news. She wasn't interested in watching whatever this bad news was. In fact she wished she was somewhere else right now. But it had been made clear to her, once she agreed there was no going back. She bit her lip as the rope made marks against her delicate skin. She exclaimed in surprise when the hands forced her to bend at the waist, swaying a bit but held in place by the lines out to the sides.

Annalise's hands took hold of the girl's arms, bringing them back and up behind her slowly. A shorter bit of rope secured her wrists together behind her back which was lifted up and tied to a line from the ceiling so that she was strappado.

"Now then, let's see what this video shows shall we?" There was no warmth in that voice, no joy. Its tone made the helpless girl shiver in fright as a patch of nighttime sky over the ocean was replaced with an image taken from outside an apartment building. The camera had zoomed in and focused on a set of windows.

Inside was a mostly handsome man and a gorgeous little blonde, talking and laughing seemingly with no cares in the world. The blonde was drinking perhaps a little too much, making eyes at the man. It was obvious what was going to happen next.

Annalise had taken up position behind the girl, hands on bound hips. She kicked each foot out, forcing Gina to stand on tiptoes, spread and vulnerable. She reached one hand to take hold of the girl's hair, pulling it back and head up. This made the pressure on her arms and shoulders greater and she cried out in pain.

"Are you watching? Are you watching what is happening here?!" Annalise's free hand went to her hood, fingers dancing at and teasing her own clit. It wasn't arousal she was feeling from the recording, but anger. Anger that would need release. Under her coaxing and at the impulse of her blood that clit lengthened and hardened. When the man penetrated the blonde girl, Annalise forced that member up the girl's asshole. It burned up into the bound and helpless model and made her screams renew with more vigor.

As the man moved in victoria, she moved in the screaming girl below her. Her face was grim and her heart was stone, moving only to inflict pain and somehow reduce her own. It was fortunate for Gina that the man wasn't going to last long, since her own torture wouldn't either. As his cries grew louder, Annalise's head leaned back and her incisors lengthened and thickened with the low grinding sound of stone on stone.

When he came, Annalise bent her body to the side and head to the girl's neck. Not content to simply sink those teeth into the jugular vein, the raging woman yanked her head to the side. A hot burst of blood splashed from the rent skin dousing Annalise's chin and neck before her lips sealed over the wound and she began to drink.

As the man panted and slowed, Annalise set her teeth into the vein and drank like a civilized vampire and her tongue moved across the wound closing it so the girl wouldn't bleed out. Her hips still moved against the girl's toned ass, but the burning of impalement was lost in all the other indignities and Gina's screams became weak and ragged.

As victoria left the man's apartment, Annalise straightened up and returned to normal. She stepped away from the slumping and nearly unconscious girl and left the room.

~

Madalen looked up as her door was flung open. She was laying back on the couch, her girl in her arms softly as she drank calm and slow. She had heard the screams of course, and wondered how the scene would end. She wasn't terribly surprise.

"Clean me." Annalise thrust her chin forward, almost defiantly. Madalen had to suppress a giggle at this dramatic entrance, as it probably wouldn't be received well just at the moment. She lifted her head from the girl's neck, her sensual tongue moving across the small holes and closing them. She rose and approached the taller woman gently.

"Did you make a mess?" Madalen's smile was supple and playful, and her tongue still sensual as it moved across the powerful woman's skin. "Did you . . . ?" The question trailed off, looking for a delicate way of putting it. She was a little distracted being this close to Her, and wanting to savor as much as she could while the closeness lasted.

"She lives. Could you go clean her up when you are done with this one?" With her blood finally cooling, Annalise nodded at the pale soft girl still on the couch. So much different from her own selection, she was chubby with large swaying tits. Her eyes narrowed. "Has this one been around before? She looks familiar."

The smaller woman stood back from Annalise and did giggle this time. "Yes, I have been developing this one for months now. Feeding her a special diet, keeping her out of the bad stuff. Haven't I?" She sank back to the couch, taking the girl in her arms, caressing her slowly. "And she tastes delicious. Would you like to try some?" By way of invitation, Madalen pulled the pale girl's head to the side, exposing the neck. Fingers stroked along the vein while her other hand groped at the fat, hanging tit. Most of their kind knew how to give either pain or pleasure along with the anti-coagulant. Madalen preferred the pleasure side, which gave her food a sappy, dopey look.

"That . . .. That is very generous, thank you. But I am fine. Now." Suddenly embarrassed for herself, Annalise was pressed with the desire to flee. "Have a good night, see you in a few hours for the final sessions." Then she hurried off to the spa portion of the ship, to steam away her problems.

~
 
Several trips with a Zip car to the storage unit was all it took really. Not much for keepsakes, the small cubicle was populated with several copies of her thesis, a few painted canvases on which she stopped and started pieces of work, and a few boxed up memories that she couldn’t bring herself to throw away just yet. What remained of her unassuming furniture would be picked up by the salvation army for donations, and just like that her apartment, her home, would be no more. She had really done it, a cleansing of sorts and for the first time in longer than she could remember, victoria felt a purposeful direction again.

With her black Tumi laptop back slung on her back, Victoria made her way into the ornate lobby dragging a wheeled hard shell with a stuffed Patagonia duffle bag slung across the top. Her cheeks were red from the brisk winds during her walk, but victoria felt a comforting warmth within her, realizing this was exactly where she was meant to be.

Met with cordial nods, yet little fanfare, the security team buzzed her into the elevator bank as was their customary routine for the petite blonde. She stepped into the elevator gleefully unaware, her unsophisticated ear unable to pick up the juvenile whispers between the guards who had witnessed first hand the events of the evening just two nights prior.

Finally finished unpacking and with a quick call down to the security desk, Kevin once again was quick to oblige the blonde’s request. A fully catered dinner for two would be delivered upon Annalise’ landing, specially from the Japanese steakhouse that Annalise took her too after that amazingly eventful evening. victoria selected one of the wines from her 12 allocated shelves in the massive chiller, a 1982 Chateau Lafite Rothschild. She had become accustomed to this vintage during her time in the penthouse, never having a clue at the $5,000 per bottle price tag.

Her earlier trip to Nordstrom was eventful, albeit a bit daunting for the girl. She wasn’t really accustomed to spoiling herself, never mind seeking out such an outfit for someone else altogether. But victoria wanted, needed, this night to be magical. She did allow for momentary pauses to admonish herself for such schoolgirl antics, yet the girl wanted this too much to deny her instincts.

She knew some might find it a bit demeaning, willingly objectifying herself like this, but victoria wanted to do something special for Annalise and was surprised to find out just how much she liked that feeling. After a nice hot shower, victoria took extra care to do her hair and makeup, and donned several drops of the exquisite scent that Annalise had custom made specially for Her girl.

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The girl stepped into the white lace panties, slipped the matching, sheer babydoll over her head and took one last look in the full length mirror before padding back out to the kitchen. The small blonde was almost giddy when she saw the decorated, candlelit dining table, certain in the fact that this would be a night that neither of them would ever forget!

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Annalise got the news from Kevin after the ship had docked at the New York harbor. The two black SUV's, hunched and menacing, tore through the early morning hours nose to tail tight to not be separated.

"And the cat came back, the very next day . . . " Erminio sang, his voice tinged with an accent from the boot of Europe. Kevin's sharp face seemed even darker and more brooding in the flickering of the streetlights intermittently pushing back the oppressive dark. He shot the driver a look of warming, one eyebrow raising up. Erminio caught the look and shrugged his fleshy shoulders.
"What?! We are all thinking it."

The dark haired woman in back let this harmless banter wash over her as she stared out the window sightlessly. She held her face a stone mask as the emotions swirled through her. Her hands tightened their grips on each other. After a few minutes she let the mask crack, the corners of her mouth and eyes lifting in a sliver of a smile. A short time later that turned into a rictus grin as she decided on her plan.

She was still lost in thought as the small caravan screeched to a halt in the sheltered and reserved turnout of her building. Kevin's team dismounted from the SUV's while Madalen's stayed in place to return to their building down the block. Nisa met them in the lobby with a nod to Annalise and a restrained smile to Kevin. She was happy to see them both, for different reasons. She gave a quick update as they crossed the marble clad room, nodding over at building security.

It was so much trouble, Annalise thought. All these security measures. And nearly all of them for nothing. Until it wasn't, of course. She wished them all good night as their floor dinged early in the ride up and Annalise was lifted upwards alone. She readied herself, becoming aroused and trying to rein in her rampant emotions at the same time.

With another ding, the doors slid open. She could smell the girl, along with some food that in other situations would have been excellent. But that was as nothing now. Annalise rounded the corner towards the Park side of the apartment, and there she was.

There were angels in this world, of a sort. Was this girl one of them? Dressed like that, smelling the way she did, with her eyes shining so eagerly? It almost caused the dark haired woman to lose her nerve. Still, she had a plan and was going to see it through.

Her face was stone again, same as she was willing her heart. With those cold dark eyes spearing victoria's, her hand shot out to grasp the girl's neck under the chin. Slowly and inexorably the blonde was driven back against the cold marble clad wall, head titled up so their gazes could meet. Annalise's head tilted to the side as she looked down at the girl.

"Why have you come?" The answer seemed obvious from how the girl was dressed, but she had to hear it.

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A surge of excitement swelled inside of Victoria as she heard the bells signifying the elevator's arrival, and more importantly its sole passenger, her Annalise. Like a giddy schoolgirl, she sprung up from her corner of the sofa, padding quietly across the cool stone floor, giving the elaborate table setting one last glance to ensure everything was perfect.

The bright, hopeful smile evaporated from the blonde's sweet face almost instantly, her blue eyes widened with dismay. Once Annalise turned the corner into the kitchen foyer, Victoria knew instantly this was a grave error.

Her aggressive advance was not what shocked Victoria, Annalise was accustomed to things a certain way with Her girl, and the blonde was certainly more than receptive. However the frigid tone of her ask felt like a gut punch, why indeed had she come back? Had Annalise moved on already? With someone more willing, more worthy?

"Ahh… Annalise, I needed to see you… to apologize… I shouldn't have left the way I did" she gasped out, Her ice cold hand clenched around the girl's slender neck, tilting her face up uncomfortably, causing her to lift onto her toes.

With her back pinned to the cold marble, Victoria's blue eyes trained onto Her burning emeralds that seared into her in judgement, trying desperately to read Annalise, completely taken aback by her caustic entrance.

"I thought… I thought, maybe… You'd be happy to see me… " Not a very confident statement to say the least, victoria felt herself shrinking under Her powerful gaze, Annalise' imposing demeanor causing the girl to regress once more, casting her eyes downward. ~


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Annalise tossed her side to side, dismissing all the buzzing fluff that was coming from the girl's mouth.

"No. None of that answers me." Still pressing the girl's head against the wall and up towards her, the dark haired figure leaned in closer. Looming over she asked again.

"Why have you come?"


fancy_jessie_girl:
victoria stumbled, trying to maintain her balance as Annalise easily tossed her petite body to and fro, her palms pressed back flat against the marble.

"Oww, I... wanted to be with You, here, for good. I thought that's what You wanted?!" *whimpering her reply, hoping it was the right answer this time, fear beginning to take hold, knotting in her belly.


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Closer still the hard-face woman loomed, their brows almost touching. It might have been an intimate moment if the emotions were other than they were. Instead, Annalise shook the girl by the throat as if her attention could ever wander elsewhere.

"Be succinct. Why have you come?"


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Unable to bring her eyes to meet Annalise as she spoke, for fear she would once again break wide open.

"There's no one else I want to be with, ever. I want You to have me, my body, my soul, all of me… " victoria's voice barely audible over her ragged breathing, the vice like grip Annalise had on her neck causing the girl's face to redden, her blue eyes beginning to tear, her toes barely touching the floor.

As victoria had come to welcome, her body reacted to her admission to Annalise. Her dark pink nipples stiff, poking through the sheer white babydoll, the crotch of her panties becoming warm and damp, even as the girl struggled to fill her lungs with air.


Gwenderful:
There was a growl low in Annalise's throat at the girls latest statement. Her grip shifted from the front of victoria's neck to the back. Holding the blonde bent and awkward, Annalise forced her into the main room then down to sit on the couch. She plucked up the remote and lowered the projection screen across the large windows facing the park.

"Oh really? Then what is this?" Her voice was rough and harsh. She used her phone synced with the projector to splash a life-sized high definition image of Brandon's apartment. The same recording she had tortured herself and Gina with earlier.

"What's this!"

Her voice was louder now, the echoes the only sound to accompany the silent sex movie they were both forced to watch.


fancy_jessie_girl:
Gasping, victoria stumbled, almost falling if it wasn't for the painful grip Annalise had around the back of her neck. Her blonde hair falling in her face as her head was forced down, flopping on the couch where she was so unceremoniously tossed.

"What is what? Annalise, you're scaring me, I don't know what you're…. " The broken sentence fragment hangs mid air as victoria's blue eyes shoot wide open. Gasping, her nervous breathe quickening as the realization hits her like a freight train. She recognizes the apartment in an instant, mortified at what's about to play, unable to do anything to stop the scene from replaying across the 10 foot screen.

"Annalise… please… " Pleading the girl mewls, wanting to be anywhere but here, having Annalise see what's she had done.


Gwenderful:
Strong fingers lace in blonde hair, keeping the girl's face directed at the screen. Whenever those aching blue eyes looked away, the girl got slapped in the cheek. Annalise's voice was cruel and mocking.

"Did you offer him your body and soul too?!" She growled again, watching that cock sink into her cunt. "How did it feel? To have him slide into your cunt? Did he cum inside you? His body seemed to jerk like he did."

Annalise's breathless face loom large over victoria's sometimes looking at the screen to be reminded why they were here but mostly fixed on the girl's.


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"Ahhh… No! I would never offer him that… Annalise, please…. " The girl gasped loudly, spittle running down her chin as Annalise yanked her head back by her blonde hair. This wasn't happening, how did she know? Trying to avert her eyes, the shame from that evening washing freshly over her, only to be met each time with a swift slap across the face. victoria yelped with each smack, but the pain of betraying Annalise cut her so much deeper than the sting.

"Turn it off, please Annalise, I'm begging you… " As she began to beg and plead, the tears began to well and roll down her cheeks, smearing the girl's newly adorned mascara down her face. Hearing Annalise ask Her questions, burning in the blonde's ears, clenching her eyes closed, shaking her head.

"Please, don't make me say it… " Her demure body trembled as Annalise loomed over her, the scene playing out before them both, the girl was sure she had ruined everything.


Gwenderful:
The standing woman released her grip on her girl to stab at her phone, freezing the image showing victoria's back and ass as she made her hasty retreat from the couch into the bathroom prior to leaving. Annalise turned to the blonde, stepping between the girl and the screen. Hands grasping the ribs under victoria's armpits, the girl was hoisted to standing as the dark haired woman stood over her glowering. An outside observer might enjoy the sight of the large breasts atop the smaller tits, but this detail was lost on the two locked in the moment.

Angry green eyes looking down into the little blues, Annalise asked her final question. It all hinged on this moment. There was a warning tone to her voice, something beyond the normal menace.

"Did you orgasm?"


fancy_jessie_girl:
Her upper body rocked forward as Annalise released her hair from Her grasp, the screen frozen in time and victoria prayed this was almost over. The girl's red glossy lips fell open, her breath squeezed out of her as Annalise roughly jerked her to her feet, Her sharp nails digging into the soft flesh under the girls arms.

victoria felt a shiver of fear cascade down her spine when she was able to see the rage behind Her emerald eyes. Meekly looking up at Annalise, the girl shook her head slowly. "No, I felt nothing, I promise, Annalise… " Her timid words blubbering out of her mouth.

"But he did finish, inside me… " Barely a whisper, but there it was, she said it. Never wanting to betray Her trust again, it humiliated her to say the words, but she didn't want to hide anymore.


Gwenderful:
The looming figure snorted, almost in satisfaction. Then she lowered her head to the girl's neck, inhaling deeply of her scent. Glowering, she muttered under her breath.

"I can smell him on you." Those relentless hands shifted to the babydoll piece, so beautiful and carefully picked out. With one easy yank it was ripped apart like so much toilet paper. The same thing happened to the delicate white lace bra and panties. She was rendered naked and even more helpless.

A cold hand gripped the back of victoria's neck, nails digging painfully into the skin leaving marks. The blonde was driven before Annalise on the long march to the back side of apartment, through the dressing hall and into the bathroom. The shower door was pulled open, with force just short of shattering the glass.

"Palms on the wall!" The water that flowed from the shower-head was pure cold, something that seemed to have no effect on Annalise what so ever.


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"Wait, don't, he means nothing to me… " She whimpered weakly, the girl knew her begging was falling on deaf ears, but she needed to try, to explain her egregious mistake. Just then her trembling body jerked, hearing the sheer lace shred as Annalise raked it from her small frame. Her panties leaving a red welt where the waist band bit into her soft skin as it was torn asunder.

How could she have let this happen, it was all her fault she knew but did she deserve all of this? "Annalise, you're hurting me… " Another weak attempt to reach Her, as the girl's bare feet trundled across the floor, following, Annalise forcefully dragging her to the Master bathroom.

Not daring to disobey Her, the small blonde stepped into the open shower, placing her palms flat against the wall as she was told. She shrieked, sucking air in long and hard as the frigid water splashed over her warm skin, gooseflesh pricking up on every inch of her naked body.

"Annalise, please, I'm sorry… " She mewled, taking one more pleading glance back over her shoulder at Her, knowing this punishment was going to be unlike anything she'd experienced before.


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It was then the cold water hit her face and chest, damping her hair and leaving trails of rippling cold down her stomach and legs. Annalise took splashed soap on a sponge and used that to begin scrubbing away at the girl, starting at the neck and working her way down. This was not some gentle, sensual touch. This was rasping and harsh, the scrubbing vigorous and sure to give the girl's skin a pinkish tinge. The only part of her that was spared the assault was the delicate bits between her legs.

That Annalise saved for last. She took hold of the corded sprayer, unscrewing the head and leaving the cold to burble from the end like a bubbling fountain. This end she pushed up into the girl's cunt, one hand held there to keep it from plopping out. The other hand laced in the blonde hair, pulling the girl's gaze up at the ceiling.

"How am I ever going to get his smell out of you?!" The voice was harsh in victoria's ear as the other woman pressed up against her, clothed on naked and front to back.


fancy_jessie_girl:
"Pppleeeeeaaasse, I'm sorry, I'm sorry… " The girl grimaced, repeated her pleading inanity again and again, her teeth chattering, shivering from the frigid ice bath even as Annalise' scrubbing seared painfully across her pale skin. The abrasive assault down her back forced her chest into the frozen tiles, perky little tits mashed into the marble.

Her body weakened with every rasp of the rough sponge, with each deluge of icy cold water running over her debilitated form. As the scrubbing seemed to conclude, the girl allowed herself a momentary sigh of relief, only to be met with the probing, gurgling hose forced up into her cunt. Feeling the subzero liquid filling her, seemingly distending her belly, freezing her to her core from the inside out.

"Nnnnuuuuoooohhhhhhh… " A guttural groan left victoria's lips, simply a reflex to the battery her body had undergone. Finally her knees gave out, just as Annalise had yanked her head back by her matted hair, the girl's blue eyes barely able to focus on the ceiling before nearly blacking out completely.


Gwenderful:
The brunette turned off the frigid waters, screwing the shower-head back onto the cord. She stripped off her sodden clothes, leaving them in a pile in shower. She grabbed a towel, drying the girl and then another for herself.

Once no longer dripping wet, she scooped up the blonde in her arms and carried her to bed. She snuggled in close and tight and her body heated up like a warm water bottle. She lay on her side watching and waiting for the girl to come back to her.


fancy_jessie_girl:
Her lithe figure had collapsed against Annalise, having succumbed to the vigorous scouring. victoria's pulse had slowed due to the frigid waters, both inside and outside her body, to barely 40 beats per minute. Annalise super natural hearing could barely pick up her faint breathing, as She carried her girl to their bed, quick to elevate the temperature of her pale, helpless body.

Cuddled in close to her girl, Annalise could hear her heart rate increase, back into the 60s, the 70s, warmth and color finally creeping back over the blonde's clammy skin. Her breathing normalized, her petite body reacting, pushing back into Annalise, needing to be even closer than skin on skin.


Gwenderful:
The raven haired figure grinned next to victoria in the near complete darkness.

"Welcome back, little one. How do you feel?" Warm fingers traced over the delicate pinking cheek with something approaching tenderness. There was a peace and calmness here, in the wake of the devastating storm. And Annalise felt thrilled to feel the girl's quickening heart rate and snuggly body pressing against hers. And she felt sure it wasn't because of the warmth she was generating and giving off for her girl. It was the need she felt from the little blonde.

Maybe she was ready. Maybe she could give over herself completely. Even in the face of the revelations yet to come.


fancy_jessie_girl:
A soothing warmth coursed through the girl's prone body, slowly awakening her from the murky depths of her torpor. As if born again, victoria's bright blue eyes drifted open, unable to see Annalise, but more importantly, she felt Her, a coy smile crept across her soft pink lips.

"It probably sounds silly, but I feel like I might have died?" Giggling softly at herself, followed by a gentle cough as her breath found her again.

She turned her head back, looking up at Annalise, the silhouette of her face barely perceptible to the blonde. "You don't hate me?" Still weakened, her voice cracking, her need ever growing and all too obvious.

victoria reached her hand up, tracing her delicate fingers over Annalise' soft cheek, down Her jawline, over Her full lips, as if painting Her image by feel.

"I don't think I could ever survive that"

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Annalise: The corners of Annalise's eyes and mouth curled up, something like a quarter of a smile at the girl's endearingly tender question. The brunette's hair tossed slowly, not wanting to dislodge that caressing hand. "No, I don't hate you. I haven't felt that emotion in," the woman paused, expression shifting to something more pained and reminiscent, "a long time." Her dark eyes refocused on the girl's bright blues. "You have felt my wrath and taken my punishment. You displeased me getting with someone without my permission, but pleased me in that you did not disobey by orgasming."

Her hot hand rested on victoria's little tit possessively. "What do you think was your primary punishment, just now?" Annalise's head tilted, curious for the answer and taking this opportunity to train.

victoria: An audible sigh escaped victoria's lips, a sound of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from her chest upon hearing Annalise' words. victoria could feel Her curt smile under her fingers, causing the girl's blue eyes to drift closed in delight before reopening, needing to get lost in those emerald pools floating above her. The girl let her fingers trace down through the brunette's silk locks, before letting her hand down at her side in a more prone position.

"What hurt the most, was having to relive that moment with You" she started, recalling the stinging feel of betrayal that had gripped her so tightly just a short while ago. "Forced to see what I did, how I disappointed You… disobeyed You… " her soft voice trailing off. The girl whimpered faintly, as Annalise' cool hand took hold of her tit, the small pink nipple stiffening, a shiver running through the blonde's body, arms down at her sides, palms flat against the mattress now. "The shower wasn't exactly pleasant.." she laughed quietly. "But the physical punishment wasn't even close… to the emotional… I don't ever want You to have to look at me like that again".

Annalise: Annalise's stern face cracked into something like a warm smile, something nearly foreign to her. But she couldn't help but be impressed with the girl's naturally perfect response. She nodded her head more vigorously.

"Yes, good girl. Good girl." Crooning almost with delight, Annalise beamed her appreciation down at her girl. "I am a sadist, and enjoy hurting girls." For emphasis, the brunette took that sweet pink nipple between her thumb and forefinger pinching firmly. "I will hurt you because I want to. Your punishment was my disapproval, disappointment, disdain for your bad actions. You are going to do better in the future, aren't you?"

This wasn't so much of a question as a demand, the rising tone indicating not the need for an answer but for acceptance.

victoria: "Uh huh, yes, yes I will do better, I promise!" The girl cried out quickly in response to Her rewarding words, whining from the painful pinch of her erect nipple, her body arching upward in response, but making no move to stop Annalise from doing as She pleased.

Just as quickly, catching herself, victoria's bright blue eyes flashed open upon hearing Annalise describe Her desires. The girl was equally as shocked at hearing her very own pleading words leap from her mouth so effortlessly. This was a foreign feeling to the girl, but one that caused a flutter in her belly, and a warmth to build between her clenched thighs.

"I know, I mean, I think I've always known, that You like those things" she squeaked, the pinch of her nipple aching now. "I've just.. never.. done anything like this before.." she could feel her cheeks flushing pink, feeling so childish. "Will You help me… will You teach me… Annalise... " she asked softly, involuntarily casting her eyes down and away from Her, trembling with nervous excitement.

Annalise: The brunette's grin spread wider. She had definitely made the right choice with this girl. "That's what we are doing right now, girl. I am training you. I will make you how I want you." The vice grip tightened and didn't relent until the blonde cried out her sensations. "And to that end, let's get up."

Annalise rolled from bed, extending a hand out and helping the girl stand. Keeping hold of that hand, the brunette led the way into the dressing hall and indicated a white lace dress, too small for Annalise. It sat off the shoulder, and had high slits up the thigh. The color of the wearer's skin could be seen through hundreds of small holes in the woven design. "I bought this for you, and hoped you would return home to wear it. Put it on for me." Annalise stepped back, watching her girl move.

victoria: "Owwww, it hurts… Annalise… " victoria's cry was a mix of piercing pain and immense pleasure that washed over her naked body, gasping loudly as She finally released her throbbing nipple. Still catching her breath, the girl reached her hand up, fingers interlacing with Annalise, rising to her feet, legs still a bit wobbly as followed behind Her dutifully.

victoria could feel her pulse quickening as she was lead back to the dressing hall, letting herself be guided, embracing her new role with her Woman. The girl stepped in front of the full length mirror as Annalise guided her naked body. Holding the white lace dress up in front of her, perfectly sized for her petite frame, victoria raised her arms up over her head, letting the sheer material slip down over her shoulders, wiggling her torso as it slid over her perky tits, down her belly, over her bare hips to her bald mound, the hem resting just above her knees.

"It's beautiful… " Cocking her head to take in her own image as she adjusted the dress, the high slit climbing all the way to the front of her hip, glimpsing Annalise in the mirror, looming so close behind her in admiration of Her girl.

Annalise: "Yes, it is so beautiful. And all mine." Annalise stood behind her girl, hand reaching around to grasp victoria's chin, directing her gaze up and to the side. The brunette's large firm breasts pressed into the girl's back as she admired the delicate neck, and how victoria's skin flowed down to collarbone to chest to tits. Without a cup over the blonde's tits, the darker tone of areola shown through the dress visibly. They held this position for a minute or two as Annalise enjoyed the sight.

"These too." Gently the girl's gaze was pointed at the Louboutin five inch heels that rested on the extensive shoe rack. Then she released that chin to allow the girl move, offering her arm for balance as the blonde struggled into the expensive foot-torture devices.

victoria: Yes, all Yours… " victoria nodded absently, her heart racing, chest rising and falling with anticipation. The girl's naked silhouette easily discernible through the sheer material, her erect nipples easily visible. A small whimper escaped as Annalise gripped her chin, victoria could feel Her eyes move over her body, drinking in her new prize. The blonde's body reacting naturally for her now, pressing back into Annalise, as She admired her pet.

With her attention guided down to the sparkling, platform heels, victoria picked them up, bent slightly at the knees to place them on the floor at her feet. She was grateful to have Annalise' arm to clench for balance, having never been one to be in heels like this. Yet, the girl happily accepted this would most likely be another norm for her new life. Barely a size 6, she lifted one bare foot up, slipping it slowly down into the heel, wiggling it side to side to seat it properly. Rising up on the platform heel, she easily guided her other foot to match, taking in her new height in the floor to ceiling mirror. "They're perfect… " The girl could feel body heating up from her core, upon taking in this new image of herself, bare thigh exposed from the exceedingly high slit in her dress and the heels causing her toned ass to perk out against Annalise.

Annalise: "These too." Annalise opened a expertly worked box of blondewood inlaid with gold, inside of which rested several litte trays. Only one of them was filled, holding a pearl necklace and a white gold braclet with mother of pearl. "Anything in this box is yours to wear. We will fill it as we go."

With that the brunette headed into the bathroom to fix her hair, blowing it out with volumizer and a blowdryer. Once that quick process was done, she came back completely naked and slipped first a black bra and thong set, then a sheer black lace dress hung from her shoulders and exposed her toned arms to the air. The hem floated airily around her shins while she stepped into black leather boots. "And don't forget your scent." Annalise nodded, clicking back into the bathroom to spritz herself with her own. She came back and opened her own jewlery box and fished from it a Silver Black Rhodium Quill Choker and a set of Silver Black Rhodium Rose Thorn Cuffs. She tapped on her phone quick and looked over at her girl. Yin and yang, together. "Are you ready to go?"

victoria: "Wow, Annalise… " victoria stopped herself before she could finish what would be her normal reply. This was too much, she couldn't accept this, were all part of her old defensive posture. But this time, the girl simply nodded and smiled her sincere, sweet smile, appreciative of the bounty of gifts bestowed up her, leaving her feeling like a princess.

"Thank you, Annalise… " The blonde reached for her custom scent from the shelf containing her wares, spritzing a subtle amount on either side of her neck, once on her bare chest, then onto both wrists before rubbing them together. She quickly slipped the bracelet around her dainty wrist, then picking up the delicate necklace, thin, dual platinum chain holding two Golden South Sea pearls for pendants.

The blonde spun carefully on her heel, stepping somewhat awkwardly on the new platform heels as she entered the bathroom. Standing behind Annalise, the girl beamed as she took in Her striking beauty in the mirror, biting the corner of her lip, tasting the freshly applied lip gloss. "Could You… help me with this?" victoria held out the necklace, draped across two fingers, using her other hand to pull back her blonde hair, exposing her slender neck for Annalise.

Annalise: The dark haired woman turned towards her girl, one hand deftly lifting the necklace from the blonde's fingers and the other resting possessively on her hip. She inclined her head along victoria's neck, inhaling the newly applied scent and the warm woman beneath that.

"You look good enough to eat." Her purr was a satisfied one as her lower hand skated up the fine figure to victoria's neck, there to work the clasp brushing the delicate skin with cool fingers. "Are you excited for what comes next? Scared?" Annalise was curious to see how the girl was feeling. How was she taking to their reunion and their strengthened connection? She would need quite a bit more devotion before taking them both deeper into this relationship.

victoria: victoria's right hand was up behind her head, holding her platinum blonde hair in a bob, her pulse quickening in her exposed neck. Her left hand gripped the edge of the counter for balance and reassurance, like a newborn fawn taking its first steps, trying to learn her balance in this new world. The blonde breathed in a barely audible gasp at hearing Annalise, good enough to eat, a shiver falling down her spine, igniting a flicker of warmth between her slender thighs, causing her to clench them together a bit tighter. Her right knee cocked slightly, the 5 inch platform tilted up on the toe, heel rocking side to side, trying to expel some of the nervous energy consuming her.

"I'm a little scared, yes", she could feel the warm blush rising up her neck into her cheeks at the admission. "Ok, maybe a lot scared?", the girl laughed at herself, the welcomed fear bubbling up from deep within her. Her bright blue eyes searched Her emerald orbs, drinking her in, finding a comfort there as she eagerly anticipated the unknown.

Annalise: Annalise bit the corner of her lip, purring at her girl's delicious response. It was like the blonde was tailor made for her, gorgeous, sexy, smart and increasingly submissive. She ached to take her in all the ways she had been imagining since they had met. But not yet. Not yet. She was a patient huntress and wouldn't strike before the time was right. Even if that next did look so slender and delicious.

Moving with a subtle grace, the raven haired woman accepted the necklace with one hand, the other turning the girl's hip towards the mirror. Stepping behind victoria, she wanted the other to see them both framed in the mirror, light and dark, small and strong, helpless and powerful. Bending her head and nuzzling as her hands moved the necklace around her girl's neck, she whispered hoarse and low.

"I like you scared. I like you off balance. I like you dependent on me." The necklace in place, her strong cool hands caressed down shoulder and arms, holding the girl's hips and looking into her eyes through the mirror's reflection.

victoria: There she stood, spellbound by their combined image in the mirror, her hands gripping the front edge of the marble counter, victoria could feel Annalise pressed up close behind her, Her hot breath on her neck and husky voice, causing a flutter deep within the girl's belly. The firm, possessive grip of her hips caused the blonde to reflexively push back into Annalise, a soft exhale from between her glossy lips, her head bowing slightly forward into a more submissive posture.

Annalise was right as usual, victoria was scared, but excited, apprehensive, yet somehow grounded by Her, almost as if the girl finally found her place, her purpose. "So… what now?" victoria asked quietly, curiously, the mix of fear and excitement of the unknown gripping her, unaware of what the night had in store for them.

~
 
The club was over a bridge and forty minutes away - there were no warehouses on Manhattan. Glowing green letters marked its name as 'eMerald' complete with an oversized 'M'. There was a line of about thirty waiting to get inside, all eyes turning towards the two SUV convoy when it screeched up to a halt. Annalise stepped out first, legs flashing, then turned to help her girl out as well. Heels were a challenge under the best of circumstances, much less at a space that was previously industrial.

Some of those eyes hardened as the woman in black flashed a card at a reader, which beeped a positive tone and the doormen nodded their approval. Other's knew the score - there were always special people who got preferential treatment.

The pulsing of the music was audible even before they were opened, a dull thumping that was felt in the chest more than heard with the ears. The music came on in full force as they black and white pair entered. The bar stretched along the right hand side, with tables to the left and private party spaces along the walls. Beyond the tables was the dance floor then a small stage, currently the home of a DJ's mixing booth. The club was at or over its COVID-X capacity, drinking, dancing, moving in the darkness of pulsing lights.

Annalise eschewed all of this, pressing along the walkway towards the double doors labeled as restroom and emergency exit. Guiding her girl along by the elbow, the pair turned many heads. More so for their killer dress and looks rather than that they were a same sex couple.

Beyond the doors was the men's and women's bathrooms on the right and a dampened and cool blue room for relaxing and cellphone conversations. A full bodied woman in her late twenties in a long flowing red dress stood at a podium at the far end of the hall, backed up by a muscly bouncer.

Again Annalise passed her card over the reader, which sent information to the receptionist. She made a pleasantly surprised face and inclined her head. She touched something on the console behind the stand and bit her lower lip endearingly.

"Enjoy your night, and please call me if you need a third. I have sent my number to your card." Her eyes moved over both women in a decidedly unprofessional way.

Annalise nodded her head absently and pressed on into the black hanging curtains and the door behind them. The couple passed through this door and another set of baffles and entered a wholly different sort of space.

The lighting was subdued, but enough to make out the many moving figures around the cavern of the room. There was no music, only that little bit that leaked through from the club behind. Instead, the room was filled with a sound no vanilla person would ever understand. It was the collective moan of many people, male and female, rising and falling in pitch and intensity.

The center of this vast room was dominated by large frame made of steel and aluminum, modular and adjustable. Several men and women are bound or suspended in different ways, their dominant working with them. Surrounding this was a clear path for walking, and along the edges of the room were dedicated stations and machines. About eighty people were here in pairs or small clusters, moving in the gloom, sharing their passion.

Annalise pulled her girl close and grinned down at her.

"So. What do you think?"

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She had plenty of colleagues from PharmaDyne who chose the more affordable side of the river to have a vague recollection of their final destination. Somewhere between Red Hook and Gowanus is about the best victoria could guess by the glimpses out her darkly tinted window. Somehow being back in Brooklyn gave her a sense of relief, a sense of her old self, as she tended to find herself more at ease with the Bridge and Tunnel crowd. But this was definitely not an area she frequented, and definitely not an establishment like this.

When the SUV pulled up out front, she gripped Annalise' hand, partly for a sense of security but more for balance as she climbed down from the tall vehicle to the pavement below. Upon viewing the large crowd gathered out front, victoria reflexively reached for her purse to find her mask, it had become second nature and she hadn't been anywhere without it since before the outbreak. Her hand found her slender hip and there was no purse, no mask, no phone, no wallet, nothing. The girl felt like a kite in the wind, with her only tether being Annalise, as yet another shred of her independence peeled away.

"How did you ever find this place?" looking up, her bright blue eyes reflecting the green of the vibrant neon sign. "And why do I get the sense that You don't stand in too many lines anywhere You go?" she giggled, victoria's glossy lips turned up into a wry smile as they easily coasted past the arduous line of hopeful patrons.

Maybe it was all the attention from the revelers in the club, or being escorted by her ravishing Woman, victoria's confidence was growing with each step in her sky high stilettos, her hips gently swaying in kind. The fear that had engulfed her had dissipated, replaced by an energetic curiosity, fed by the thumping base in her chest, the floor vibrating under her heels and the electricity in the strobe lit air.

The girl did her best to absorb her surroundings as they moved deeper and deeper into the club, the energy was palpable, invigorating, moving arm in arm, pressing ever so close to Annalise with each step. Finally approaching the woman in red, it was no longer surprising how easily Annalise had again gained them passage. With only a few words spoken, victoria only caught part of the exchange… and please call me if you need a third.

What was she talking about, and did she just… that look… victoria had felt that from many men before, but never a woman and none so brazen. The girl felt a blush rush back to her cheeks, as she was quickly reminded of the suggestive nature of the sheer, lacy dress that adorned her diminutive body.

Passing through the final set of curtains, the striking pair stepped inside, pausing to take in their new enviornment. As the blonde's eyes slowly adjusted to her dimly lit surroundings, her ears followed suit. The floor shaking bass left behind, she started to make out the subtle din all around them. Taking a moment to ground herself, the girl released Annalise' arm, letting her eyes drift closed, cocking her head slightly to the side, captivated by the sound, her breath catching at the realization, that murmur all around her, moans, whimpers, groans, scores of voices drifting together.

The girl slowly stepped back until she felt Annalise pressed safely close behind, her voice barely a whisper.

"Annalise… where are we?"

~
 
The dark haired woman basked in the sounds of the place, and its familiar layout the way a snake basks in the sun on a cold morning. She inhaled deeply, smiling.

"I need to get here more often. Isn't it amazing?" She rested her arm across victoria's hip, directing her in a slow walk towards the largest knot of people in the gloom. "Would you believe I am a founding member and part owner?" Her grin down at her girl was crooked and happy.

As they strolled the pair was met by another set of women. In the lead was a shorter, stocky woman in her early forties, with spiky asymmetrical hair clad in black jeans, shirt and leather jacket. One hand was up by her shoulder, finger crooked, casually holding a thin chain leash the way someone would hold a light jacket over the shoulder.

The leash led back to a brown haired girl in her early twenties, her face oval and eager and filled with a delight in life and her own relative youth. She was topless, save for a series of progressively longer and thicker chains hanging off her neck and shoulders, moving on her chest as she walked. Her tits were small and pert, leading down to a taut stomach. Below was a floaty brown skirt, hanging to her ankles.

"Anna, darling!" The older woman broke into a smile as she drew close enough to see Annalise's face. The two couples drew closer until they were able to talk. "And not a day older than when I saw you last."

Annalise cracked a wry smile, stepping closer and giving the woman a bent hug. "Roz, you look radiant as always. May I introduce my girl, victoria?" She nodded over to the blonde at her arm. "Roz here is another founding member. Though I don't know the girl."

Roz jingled the lead running back towards the girl's collar. "Oh this one? She is claire. A lovely young thing I met at the art college. Say hi claire."

"Hi there." The girl beamed from one face to the other, happy to be here and on display. The cool air or her own arousal left her nipples obviously hard. Annalise found her gaze focused on them, in a way that might be rude in other sitations. Roz couldn't help but notice and grinned her approval.

"They are prefect, aren't they. Go ahead, see for yourself." With this permission granted, Annalise reached out across to heft the girl's tit, thumbing the hard nipple absently. The girl sighed in response, reflexively putting her hands behind her back and presenting her tits.

Annalise looked over at victoria, nodding to the girl, expecting the blonde to join in the fondling.

~
 
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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