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Unexpected Changes (Samanthab X CindyHarrison)

Samanthab

Samanthab

Super-Earth
Joined
Feb 10, 2018
Miranda sat in the living room of the small house she was renting with a friend. They had grown up together, doing everything and when college came around they decided it would be nice to room together as well, but they didn’t want an apartment, they wanted a little more privacy. Luckily both came from well to do families so money wasn’t a worry and they rented a house.

Currently Miranda, at twenty four was studying journalism, hoping to make it big either as a reporter or an editor. She was most of the way through her last year before getting her Bachelors and was trying to decide if it was worth it to get her Masters. But she wasn’t concerned with that at the moment, no she was concerned with what movie she was going to watch. She flipped through one of the binders that held her numerous movies and paused when she flipped to the page that had the Evil Dead Movies in it. She shrugged. “Why not, might as well have a marathon.” She stood and walked over to her PS4 and popped it in starting it.

She was just deciding if it was worth the effort to get up to start a pan pizza when she heard a crash come from her friends front room closet, they each had one. Rolling her eyes Miranda stood up and made her way to the kitchen first. Hey if she was getting up this came first, a girl had to have her priorities. She pulled a pepperoni from the freezer and set the temperature on the oven. With that done she walked to her friends closet and opened the door.

A box had dropped from the top shelf and an assortment of weird objects had fallen out. Scooping them back into the box Miranda was about to put it back up when curiosity overcame her and she went back to the couch with it. Pausing the movie she opened up the box and looked inside, wondering what everything was.
 
Cynthia still remembered the discussion her and Miranda had with Cynthia's parents----with her mother and father, what they had were never 'arguements', but always 'discussions' and that day was no different.
"You two both have perfectly good homes," her father said..."your'e both still in college and money's tight, why rent a house? at least consider an apartment or better, a dorm?"

The 23 year old raven haired girl just shook her head. this wasn't the first time they had this 'discussion' nor would it be the last. The only thing making it possible to move in with her childhood friend was the financial help her parents pledged years ago.
But unknown to her parents---and Miranda---she had a sideline business, something that was rapidly becoming profitable enough that she was considering quitting college altogether. Cynthia was working as a professional dominatrix.

Not more than a couple years after she came out of the closet as an admitted lesbian, Cynthia started further exploring her sexuality, eventually meeting a woman while atttending a bdsm sponsored 'Munch'. The woman was a dominatrix and took Cynthia under her wing, training her.
Cynthia was amazed at the clientele...people actually paid this woman to discipine, humiliate and physically abuse them!
Police personnel, teachers, housewives, even college co eds. The woman only took female clients, something Cynthia appeciated. A girl looked especially sexy when nude gagged and groveling.......

The woman came to Cynthia one day and announced she was leaving to open up another 'office' in another town, saying the 23 year old was now ready to take over her clients.
Cynthia proceeded to buy more bondage furniture, toys and devices and soon not only serviced the woman's clients but brought in some of her own as well. She delighted in forcing women to strip, shoving rubber balls in their mouths, hogtying them and forcing them to wiggle across the floor. What would their significant think if they knew the other side of their wives and girlfriends?

Cynthia came home exhausted. Between strudying and her business it had been a long one. When she got to her bedroom, there was her roomie Miranda, rummaging through an open box of hers.
She paused at the doorway for a while. Although Miranda was hetero, Cynthia had more than her fair share of fantasies about her.

"well now, what have we here?," she said......"the nerve of you, going through my things.....I should punish you...."
 
While it was true that both Miranda’s and Cyntha’s parents had discourage them from renting a house together both girls had decided it was worth it. Though Cynthia’s parents had opposed for a different reason. One that Miranda had never bothered tell her friend. Miranda’s parents were very…set in their ways, they were from an older generation, Miranda was the baby of the family when it came as a shock that her mother had gotten pregnant again.

So when Cynthia came out of the closet, while it was no big deal for Miranda or most of her siblings, her parents did not approve. Miranda had set the straight though, letting them know that they didn’t need to approve of who Cynthia loved and moreover as an adult they couldn’t tell her who she could or could not hang out with. She had even told them to keep their money if they couldn’t accept her friends and she would find some other way to move in with Cynthia. Eventually they had stopped their protesting and had never been anything but kind to Cynthia on those times when she came over. But it was a big rift that still existed between Miranda and her parents.

And so there she was living in a house her parents didn’t think she should be living in, with a friend they didn’t approve of, looking through a box of stuff that had fallen out of her friends closet. She heard the oven beep signaling that it was heated for the pizza but she ignored it as she looked into the box. There was confusion written there as she pulled out different items. They all looked old and some of them very worn. There were somethings that Miranda recognized but it was really just the vibrators and dildos. Those she didn’t touch. But the other things she did. It was funny they looked like things you might restrain someone with…but why?

She was pulling out the strange devices and laying them on the bed to get a better look after when she heard Cynthia’s voice from the doorway. Miranda jumped, more in surprise by how quiet her friend had been than from feelings of guilt. She didn’t even acknowledge the punish part of what Cynthia had said. “Oh hi Cynthia, sorry about this. The box fell and I came in to put it back…” Slowly it dawned on her that she was invading her friends privacy. “Oh Cynthia Im sorry. I didn’t mean to…I was just curious. Some of the things fell out when the box fell and It just got me curious, but I shouldn’t have looked at them.” She stood and began packing everything up. Once she was done she took it to the closet and standing on tip toes she was just barely able to put it on the top shelf.
 
Cynthia laughed as she watched Miranda trying her best to return the box. She was a little shorter and as she rose off the balls of her feet Cynthia couldn't help but gaze at the girl's cute ass.
"you know," she said...."tell you what...."

she reached up and brought the box back down, placing it on the bed.
"Maybe for your punishment for rifling through my private property...."
She reached in and brought out a pink ballgag.
"open up Miranda," she ordered in a voice usually reserved only for her clients. Her roomie looked as if she'd hesitate so she moved forward and pushed the ball into the girl's mouth, tightening the straps.

The girl never looked sexier.
"Take off your clothes Miranda," she said in the same stern voice. "it's only the two of us here, not as if you'd be seen....now, do as I just told you..."
 
There was that word again, punishment? Well she had been rifling through her friends stuff even though there had been no intention to harm and Miranda didn’t even understand most of the stuff she was looking at, maybe she could offer to do the dishes or something for a few days, maybe that would be enough “punishment”.

But then she saw Cynthia take the box back down and sit it on the bed. Confused Miranda went and sat across from her as she pulled out what looked to be a pink rubber ball attached to a leather buckle. Miranda cocked her head curiously at it, that had been one of the items she had pulled out. Upon being told to open her mouth her look of confusion grew.

Miranda did open her mouth slightly in preparation to ask something when she found the gag shoved into her mouth and buckled tight. She squealed as it went in and she heard a click behind her head. Shoving Cynthia’s arms away she reached up to undo the gag and found a small padlock keeping it on.

“MMPH!” She tried to holler in rebuke pointing at the gag. Indicating she wanted it off, but then she reeled back when told to strip, she stood up and backed against the closet. Sure she and Cynthia had kissed, hell they had felt each other up back when they were younger, it had been right before Cynthia had come out of the closet and Miranda had found idea somewhat fun. But it had been over the clothes stuff. She shook her head slightly. Though there was a hesitation to it. What would it be like to see Cynthia naked and for Cynthia to see her naked? The thought was more intriguing than Miranda thought it would have been. She let out a soft moan through the gag, her hands traveling down to the edges of her shirt.
 
Cynthia felt the blood rushing through her veins, her arousal peaking. This was the moment she'd been waiting for. Despite hesitating Miranda was doing as she was told, pleasing the young domme. Cynthia, with the assistance of her mentor had developed 'the voice' as her ex domme instructor called it and was now using it on her adorable looking roomie.

"Get those clothes off," she ordered...."or do I have to strip you myself?"
Once naked she took the nervous girl to the bed, gave her just enough push to make her fall backwards and laid her on her back.
Cynthia quickly stripped and pushed Miranda's thigh wide apart. Kneeling between her legs, she began to lick and suck.

"trust me," she said...."this part of your punishment is a lot nicer than what's gonna happen next..."

She proceeded to eat her roommate, curling her tongue and thrusting it deep inside her. When Miranda began wriggling she looked up smiling.
"will I have to handcuff you?," she asked, "or will you behave?"
 
Slowly Miranda began to lift her shirt over her head, when Cynthia commanded her to strip once more she began to move faster, her heart thudding in her chest. She pulled the shirt up and over and quickly reached behind her to undo the straps of her bra. Her fingers fumbled with it and she grunted through the gag, but finally the bra too slid to the ground, allowing her breasts to spring free.

Next she moved to her pants, luckily she was just wearing sweatpants and easily slid those off, taking her panties along with them. She looked down at herself, standing there naked. She blushed a little when she realized that Cynthia would see that she was clean shaven down below. Miranda’s previous boyfriend had liked it when she shaved down there and even though they had split about 4 months ago, it was a habit she had gotten into.

Cynthia stood and took Miranda by the shoulders, guiding her to the bed. Before pushing her gently back against it. Miranda hit the bed with a small oomph. She reached up and wiped at her chin as the corners of her mouth started to leak drool. She watched transfixed as Cynthia stripped in front of her and then knelt down and spread Miranda’s legs.

Her eyes were locked onto Cynthia until the moment the other girls tongue hit her pussy. Miranda let out a sharp gasp and her back arched up, she let out a soft moan as her body started to writhe under the tongue of her best friend. She let out a whimper, her fists clenching the bedsheets. Upon the threat of handcuffs Miranda paused. But it was only for a minute as Cynthia’s tongue got to work again, she couldn’t stop herself.
 
If it was something Cynthia excelled at, it was getting girls to cum and despite Miranda being hetero, it took suprisingly little to get her to cum. As her roomie shuddered, Cynthia locked her mouth around the girl's quivering cunt, greedily sucking and swallowing. Miranda tasted more delicious than she thought she'd be.

Taking advantage of the girl now being weak, she reached down and took a pair of handcuffs from the box, locking the girl's wrists over her head and to the headboard of the bed.

"I'll just take the keys to the cuffs with me," she said as she got up and got dressed. Making sure her roomie saw her, she put on a pair of skintight black leggings, a black lycra top and a pair of black heels.

"there's something you should know Miranda," she said....."I have a sideline job as a professional dominatrix, but I think you already guessed that. For further punishment I'm gonna leave you here then I'm gonna ravish you when I get back...."

Before she left she brought out a plastic wrapped box.
"it's a female catheter set up," she explained, slipping the tube into her bladder. "After all, I don't want you to pee all over the bed...I'll be back in a few hours to hogtie you...."
 
Miranda cam, she cam harder than she ever had with any of her previous boyfriends. Fuck it felt amazing, she saw stars, her body bucked and twitched and she was left in a panting, dazed heap on the bed. She barely felt it at first when her hands were cuffed to the headboard, but as he began to come back to herself she felt the metal encircling her wrists and with a grunt and a tug she tried to pull free but they were locked too tight.

Looking over to where Cynthia stood changing she cocked her head in confusion. Dominatrix? She thought she had heard the word once, in like a movie or tv show or something but was vague on what that actually was. When Cynthia mentioned ravishing her Miranda let out a low moan, her pussy twitching and starting to leak, that did confuse her as well a bit. She was hetero, or at least she had always been before but now she just wanted to see what Cythina could do to her.

She gasped and her back arched in pain as the catheter was slipped into her pee hole and she looked down at the tube leading to one of those clear bags on the floor. She blushed and moaned, determined not to use it. She looked up into Miranda’s eyes, the other woman was smiling down at her as though she had caught a prize fish. Miranda jerked on the cuffs again her pussy burning for more attention.
 
Cynthia blew her captive roomie a kiss as she left the room. She had a client coming to the 'office' as she called it within an hour....it wasn't as if Miranda was going to get anywhere in the meantime....

A cute looking asian girl was sitting nervously crosslegged in the waiting room.
Cynthia opened the door leading into the 'treatment room'.
"Get in there, take off all your clothes and sit on your knees on the floor bitch," she ordered. She fixed herself a drink, giving the girl time to do as she was told. Once inside, she grabbed a whip off the wall and struck the girl's tits.
"Get up slut!," she said. "Go to the cross in the corner."
A tall x shaped frame called a St Andrews cross stood in a corner. The girl back into it and Cynthia shackled the girl's arms and legs wide apart, ballgagged her and proceeded to whip her, then put clamps on her nipples and cunt, then whipped her more.

2 hours later she finished, unshackled the girl, told her to get dressed and leave. Cynthia could hardly wait to get back to her newest slave.....

Sure enough Miranda was laying there bound and gagged. Cynthia pulled out the catheter and took her whip, lightly striking the girl....not enough to cause welts but just enough to show her who was in charge.

"since you fucked up Miranda," she said as she made contact with the whip....
 
Miranda tried calling out through the gag as Cynthia left closing the door. Miranda heard the click of the lock and whimpered out when she realized that she was truly alone. She was on break at school and her parents weren’t coming for a visit. None of her friends had planned on coming over and she was single so no boyfriend would be stopping by. She pulled harder at the cuffs trying to get them off but all she succeeded in doing was hurting her wrists. There was nothing to do but lay there.

At first she tried to sleep but Miranda tended to thrash around a lot in bed unless there was someone there with her. And the cuffs stopped her from getting comfortable enough to fall asleep, let alone move as she would while alone. The least she could have done is turned on a movie or something. She lay there looking up at the ceiling, drool flooding from her mouth and down onto her breasts. She was going crazy and on top of it all her stomach had begun to rumble from hunger. She thought about the pizza left on the counter below and moaned as hunger pangs hit her.

The sun was starting to sink slightly as it waxed into midafternoon, throwing shadows up the opposite wall when it happened. Miranda began to squirm as she felt the need to pee. She whimpered and whined, crossing her legs and struggling to keep it in, but she couldn’t do it and with a sob she let go. The pressure released instantly from her bladder as her piss streamed through the catheter to the plastic bag. Miranda was so humiliated, and strangly that brought a twinge of…of pleasure to her pussy. She shuddered as her pussy lips began tp dew with her juices.

Finally the door opened and Cynthia stepped inside. Miranda called out as best she could through the gag, begging to be released. But Cynthia took hold of the catheter and pulled it out, Miranda’s back arched as she cried out, then a whip struck out across her cunt and she screamed again more from surprise. She looked up at her friend with worry as she crossed her legs to keep the whip away again.
 
"I've been wanting to make you mine for years Miranda," Cynthia said as she put away the whip. "You have no idea how many times I saw you naked and I wanted to shove a gag in your mouth and tie you up. Well, you gave me the reason finally....."

She took her roomie off the bed and made her lay on the floor on her belly, keeping her wrists cuffed behind her back. Taking another set of cuffs, she locked the girl's ankles together and knelt on the floor, pushing her feet up toward her back....taking a short length of rope, she tied the ankle and wrist cuffs together in a perfect hogtie.

"Now your'e gonna get an idea what I do for a living," she said. Bringing out a vibrating dildo, she shoved it up the girl's tight ass, dry.
"Only good girls get lube," she said. Taking another device from the box, she brought it up to the girl's eyes.

"This is a HMW, or Hitachi Magic Wand," she explained. "It's a plug in so there's no battery drain and no loss of power....."
Cynthia stuffed the wand up tight against the girl's pussy lips, spreading them apart a little, then taking thin rope and tying it around the wand and the girl's waist and crotch as a harness.

"Now I'm gonna watch you do some serious struggling," she said, turning both devices on full power....
 
Before she knew what was going on Miranda was on the floor. With a speed and strength she had never known Cynthia to possess she was on her stomach with her wrists cuffed behind her back. Naturally she kicked out with her legs but there was a simple solution to that Cynthia sat on them while she cuffed them as well.

Then it was an easy matter to hogtie her and watch her moan and writhe on the floor, her back arched almost painfully. Her breasts just barely off the ground. Panting from the exertion Miranda twisted her head every which way trying to see her friend. then she felt something poking at her ass. Miranda cried out. She had never put anything in there before and what was worse it was going in dry. Miranda clenched down, trying to stop the intruder as it pulled at her skin as Cynthia relentlessly pushed it in, she was writhing with buckets of drool escaping around the gag. Her ass was on fire. She tried to buck but that only jerked her body around due to the hog tie.

Finally it sank in as much as it could without disappearing completley. Miranda collapsed, her head flopping forward, though her upper body was still partially off the ground. She didnt stir again until Cynthia waved the wand in her face. She tried to crawl away but she could barely move in her position. Moaning all she could do was once again lay there as the wand was tied to her pussy. After that it was only a short wait before they were both vibrating inside her. Miranda let out a shirll scream as she started writhing and jerking in earnest as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her.
 
Of all the times they've seen each other naked, Cynthia had to admit it....Miranda had never looked sexier, all naked, gagged hogtied and rolling across the floor with both holes filled. As her roomie convulsed from multiple orgasms, Cynthia turned the girl on her side and laid down on the floor beside her. She twisted and pulled on the girl's nipples then began to nurse on her tits, licking and sucking, taking each nipple in her mouth like they were appetizers.

She kept on feasting then paused only long enough to tell her writhing captive, "you belong to me now. We've known each other for so long I'll give you some choices....you can stay in school and be my fuck toy or leave school and become my full time whore....your'e choice but those are the only 2 choices you'll have."
 
She lost count of how many times she cam, it was a sensory overload and she moaned and whimpered on floor. It was only made worse when she was turned onto her side and Cynthia began to tease and suck on her nipples. Squealing Miranda's next orgasm was a squirter, the first one in her life. Her whole body bucked and spasmed, her pussy clenching. Miranda's back arched, thrusting her nipples out further for Miranda. Even as the other woman spoke nothing swas let up on Miranda.

Finally between orgasms, she managed a nod and through the gag came a muffled. "Yes, please, anything." She bucked again, another orgasm taking her, stars shooting in front of her eyes. She was a sweaty mess, she could barely breathe and she howled like a wild animal.
 
Cynthia quickly undid the pelvic harness and sucked and swallowed every drop that erupted from her quivering roomie. Just as she had hoped, Miranda's pussy nectar tasted perfect and the fact that she squirted made her even more delicious.
Keeping the dildo imbedded in her ass, she finger fucked the girl into yet another orgasm, again sucking her dry as she squirted again.

"So....you never squirted before, huh?," Cynthia said....."nice.....I'll make sure you do that with every orgasm, and your'e gonna have plenty of them, but first I'll take off your gag and your'e gonna tell me which situation your'e gonna agree to....stay here, attend classes and be my whore or come with me and be my sex slave 24/7....my sideline business has taken off so well I'm not staying in college. I have a large house and it's perfect to train a sexy little sex slave in...."

After that she fingered her 2 more times until the girl laid there exhausted and drained....
 
Miranda fell into a sort of trance like state, it was absolute bliss. She moaned and cooed though the gag, her body jerking and humping as she orgasmed again and again, each time she squirted, her juices shooting out like a fountain. Her fingers inside her felt so fucking good. She wanted...no needed more of this. Her mind couldnt handle all the pleasure and she finally collapsed in a sort of semi black out. She heard everything Cindy was telling her and it really was no choice at all. She had enough credits she could graduate early. Its why she was taking this break. If they needed she could start working but...but...

The gag was out and for a long time Miranda couldnt speak, she couldnt remember how, she just stared up at her best friend. How had she never known this, never seen what her friend was actually like how had they both hidden their feelings for each other so well? Miranda knew why for herself. She had been in self denial. Its why none of her boyfriends had lasted for more than half a year, she had secretly been carrying a torch for someone else for years.

"You..." She gasped out. "I want to go with yo, I dont want to leave you. I'll be your slave if thats what it takes. Please." Yes the orgasms were amazing, but she didnt want to lose Cynthia. She didnt want to think about the hurt of her friend finding someone else, it almost made her sick to her stomach.
 
Cynthia pulled her fingers out from her now trembling friend, nectar dripping from her cunt....somehow even the dildo in her ass managed to force her to have what could only be an anal orgasm, fluid leaking from her well used, tight ass.

"Very well," she said, standing up in front of her. Miranda looked so humiliated, laying there in the hogtie.
"I'll tell you what I'll do....I'll take you to my house and we will start your slave training..."

She left the struggling and exhausted girl in the floor while she made a quick trip back to her 'office', returning with a large wire kennel cage, the kind used to house and transport large dogs. She opened up the door and untied Miranda. She shoved a ballgag in her mouth.

"Get in the cage slave," she said, tying her hands behind her back first. Miranda wriggled into the cage....it was only large enough for her to crouch. Cynthia closed and locked the cage.

"I have a package to pick up," she called on her cell phone...."positively no questions asked...here is the destination...."
She sat back watching the girl struggle. About 20 min later, 2 men arrived.

"what the....." one said, staring at the gagged naked and bound girl in the cage.
"I said no questions asked," Cynthia replied..."didn't I?....now, get the cage in the van and go....I'll be behind you."

She got in her car and followed the van to her house. Once there, she got out, unlocked the door and led the men downstairs to the basement.
"put the cage on the floor," she said...."here's your payment and thank you...."
 
When Cynthia reappeared with the cage Miranda's eyes went wide in shock, was she suposed to get in that thing? No surely Cynthia had to be joking. She came over and uncuffed Miranda from the hogtie but popped another gag into her mouth, Miranda let out a squeal of protest and started reaching up to unbuckle it but her hands were quickly bound behind her as she was commanded to get in the kennel.

Miranda looked up at Cynthia pleadingly but saw no mercy there and so she crawled into the kennel on her knees, her breasts bouncing and swaying as she did. Her face was a bright red as she settled into the kennel. Not realizing that Cynthia was calling someone asking to pick up the kennel until she had hung up. "MMMPH!!!" Miranda garbbled through the gag in protest, though Cynthia just ignored her.

It wasnt twenty minutes later and two moving men stepped into the room, they stopped and started to comment as Miranda tried to conceal herself from them but Cynthia stopped all their questions and they loaded her into a moving van. Thankfully there was no one outside their small rental house at the time. The ride was long and uncomfortable, we're they going to another city? When they finally stopped she was quickly moved into the house and deposited in the basement, Cynthia paid them and they left. Where was Cynthia getting all this money? More importantly how....why did she have this house? She looked over at her friend, wondering if she ever really knew her before.
 
Once the men left, Cynthia walked around the cage, eyeing her captive from all angles.
"Miranda," she said, "this is the last time I'll call you by your given name. From now on, you will be called slave, slut or whore. You on the other hand will call me either Mistress or Mistress Cynthia. Don't think just cause we've known each other all those years I'll take it easy on you.....Your'e my property now, my sex slave and you consented to it."

She walked over to a cabinet and brought over a 5 foot long pole with a dildo on the end....it was a foot long and at least 6 inched wide.
Since Miranda was bent over, the girl's ass was in a perfect position.
"This will keep you occupied tonight," she said as she pushed the pole through the cage and deep into the girl's tight ass.
 
Miranda knelt crouched down in the cage looking at Cynthia, her head swiveling to keep her in view as she circled her. She listened to what Cynthia said and silently mourned the loss of her name with her friend. She didnt want to never be called Miranda by Cynthia again. But she had agreed to this maybe not knowing fully what she was getting into but she had agreed. Slowly she nodded her head to show she understood.

As Cynthia walked out of view Miranda tried to rotate to keep her in site but she couldnt move all that well in the cage and wasnt able to turn around. It wasnt until she felt the dildo poking at her ass that she struggled and tried to move, crying out through the gag, it didnt help as the large dildo slowly and painfully entered her ass. She squirmed and reached down with her hands trying to stop the dildo or pull it out, it was an instinct.
 
The next morning Cynthia got out of bed early....she could hardly wait to play with her new slave. Hurrying down to the basement, she found her motionless, crouched---as if she could be anything more---with the pole sticking out of the cage, the dildo deep in her ass.
"Wake up slave," she said as she slowly pulled out the dildo, leaving the girl's ass slightly gaped. By the time she was done, Miranda's ass hole would be gaping even larger.

She pulled the girl out of the cage, laid her on the floor, spread her legs and proceeded to eat her.
"that's it," she said to the squirming captive...."cum for me...cum for your mistress...."
Between the tongue fucking and using her fingers, it took much less urging and she was able to force the girl to cum fairly easily.

"I'm gonna make you so weak and keep you like that," she said as she brought over a large rabbit vibe, buzzing and moving. She slipped it deep into the girl's cunt as it worked it's magic inside her.

"I'm a professional dominatrix," she explained...."but usually I don't have sex with clients....after tying them up, gagging them, leading them around like naked animals, I decided I wanted one for myself, one that I can fuck whenever I want, to do all sorts of kinky shit with....and your'e it...."
 
Miranda had been able to grasp the pole that was poking into her ass, but she hadnt been able to move her hands enough to pull it out and after several hours of fruitless struggle, of trying to shift and move around, trying to find one position or another that would allow her to free herself of the invader she gave up and slumped down. Sleep hadnt come easily, besides the awful invader she was in a very uncomfortable position, her knees and back both began to hurt, her jaw ached from the gag and her breasts itched as the drool falling from her mouth began to dry.

All on all the night had been terrible and Miranda had just slipped into a fitful sleep when she heard Cynthia's voice. Then she felt the dildo being removed and she squealed as it went slowly, filling her ass with all new sensations. She felt Cynthia shift it inside her and could only squirm and moan, all at the same time pressure had begun in her bladder, she desperately needed to get out now to use the facilities.

But the moment the cage door was open she was pulled out and flipped on her back. Cynthia began to lick her pussy and that felt wonderful and horrible al at once cause it only increased her desire, her need. She began to whimper desperately. But it didnt help as she was brought to an earth shattering climax, how she managed not to pee right then she didnt know but it was close.

Then Cynthia shoved that rabbit vibe inside her and Miranda thought she would lose her mind. She began twitching and screaming, trying to signal in her eyes and body language that something was wrong. She hoped Cynthia would see it.
 
"That's it," Cynthia said smiling...."squirm for me, little whore!"
After watching her for a while, she realized she forgot one thing.....she hadn't given Miranda a chance to pee since she took her.
She pulled out the vibe, leaving the girl frustrated for a while before slipping a catheter tube inside her bladder.
It took only a few seconds before she watched the girl send a gusher of urine through the tube, emptying into a bag.

Satisfied that Miranda was now empty, she took her by the cuffs and dragged her toward the center of the dungeon, pulled down a rope hanging from the ceiling and attached it to the cuffs, slowly hoisting until Miranda was standing straight up, her feet barely touching the floor. She brought over 2 long lengths of rope, tied them to the girl's ankles and secured them to opposite sides of the wall....pulling until the girl's legs were far apart.

"Now, where did I leave off?," Cynthia said. "Oh, I remember now..."
Back went the rabbit vibe. As the girl struggled and squirmed, Cynthia walked around the back and wetted 2 fingers, slowly slipping them inside her tight ass and began to finger fuck her ass....
 
Miranda screamed again as once more the catheter was inserted inside her but it didnt help, she was so close to bursting that she started to go before it was fully in. She let out a low moan as the relief combined with the sexual frustration she was feeling combined in her and almost sent her over the edge. She felt Cynthia undoe one of the cuffs binding her arms behind her back and then recuff them in front of her. The catheter tube was poulled out, causing another squeal and Miranda was hauled to her feet.

In the center of the dungeon her wrists were attached to a pulley system and hauled above her head. She didnt have the strength to even try to fight any of what was being done to her, not that she necessarily wanted to. She wished she had found out more about what this would mean but ultimately there was a certain amount of acceptance with it as well.

Cynthia tied the ropes around her ankles and pulled until Tara was only on her very tippy toes. She groaned in discomfort as her shoulders were stretched and compressed together. Miranda had just enough time to look up at Cynthia before the vibe was shoved back in her pussy making Miranda choke in surprise as she tried to adjust to its squirming presence. But that wasnt all as she felt as two of Cynthia's fingers found there way to Miranda's asshole and began trying to fuck her. Screaming out Miranda shook her head.m, squirming and jerking in her bonds.
 
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