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Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire)

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by Simmons, NC


  “Where do I go from here, Lenore?”

  “Lick me! Tease me, Lena! Make love to me, then eat my pussy!”

  “I’ll tell you what, Lenore. I’ll do you one better.”

  The Wild Child crawled onto the bed and gave her roommate the penultimate cat bath. She licked Lenore starting at her ankles, slowly, agonizingly, moving up her legs, between her thighs, and then across Lenore’s pussy without touching it with her lips or tongue. Lena blew on Lenore’s wide-spread slit, teasing the freaky supermodel’s clit and then licking down the other leg.

  She repeated the action, moving up and down Lenore’s body, licking into her armpits and onto her neck, up and around Lenore’s face and mouth, refusing to kiss her bed-bound babe.

  Lenore wanted teasing. Lena teased.

  Lenore begged for a kiss. Lena ignored her plea, licking Lenore’s ear instead.

  Lenore begged for Lena to lick her pussy. Lena ignored her plea, instead sucking on Lenore’s tit.

  “And now, my sweet slut, you wanted your pussy worshiped… Well I want you to worship mine!”

  Lena spun on the bed and straddled Lenore’s nearly immobile head. Lenore smiled at Lena’s dripping sphinx and nicely-cleansed sphincter.

  “Oh… Don’t do it! Don’t sit on my face, Lena! You might smother me! I might smother in your pussy!”

  “Too bad, Freaky Baby! Too fucking bad!”

  Lena dropped quickly onto Lenore’s waiting mouth and buried her face in Lenore’s poonie pie. The women tongued and probed and teased and sucked each other’s pussies. Lenore's swollen, marathon-fucked cunny was primed for a quick-trigger quim-quake. The strapped-succubus came, jerking against her chains, further arousing the accidental Dominatrix.

  Satisfied, Lenore shook her face and mouth furiously against Lena’s pussy, jabbing her tongue in and out of Lena’s pink. The bondage foreplay of the evening prepared Lena for rapid-fire rolling thunder in her twat. As Lena’s legs weakened, she slipped and fell on top of Lenore’s taught body, accidentally jerking on Lenore’s painfully-stretched limbs.

  Lenore screamed. Lena jumped off and fell to the side of the bed, pressing her hands to Lenore’s face. Lena rubbed the captive’s sweat-saturated hair away from her eyes, kissing Lenore and stroking her cheeks.

  “LENORE! Are you okay? Did I hurt you, Freaky?”

  “No… I am okay… I am fine. I was not ready for you to fall on me, that is all. I will be fine. Keep going… Worship my body… Please…”

  Lena bent over Lenore and licked the left-over pussy juice and slobber from Lenore’s chin. She squeezed, massaged, and sucked on Lenore’s breasts to make up for the jarring end to their 69.

  “You done yet, Lenore? You finally ready for me to untie you?”

  With a smile and a wink, Lenore said, “Not yet, Wild Child. There are a few more things I want to try out while I am in these cuffs.”

  “Like what?”

  “Get some candles and a match. Get an empty wine bottle. See if we have a cucumber or a banana in the refrigerator.”

  “Excuse the fuck me?”

  “It is something Sonia had me do to her at the estate.”

  “Lenore! This is WAY out of bounds! Are you talking about me dripping candle wax on you and fucking you with all that other stuff?”

  “Yes, dear. What is wrong with that?”

  “Well, for starters, dearie…

  “A) It sounds like rape and…

  “B) It sounds like fucking rape!”

  “But I want you to do it to me! It is not rape if I ask you to do it to me, is it?”

  “No… Not technically, but…”

  “Then do it!”

  “But why? Why are you having me do all this to you, Lenore? What’s the thrill? I’d be freaking out if I were immobile like this and someone were torturing me with hot wax and wine bottles and bananas.”

  Lenore hesitated, once again not having thought through answers to the logical question, “Why?” before plowing ahead with the easier-to-answer, “What”. “I… Well I do not really know. I just want to know how it feels. It seems interesting. Will you please do it?”

  Again shaking her head in disbelief, Lena stood and consented. “Alright, Freaky Baby. It’s your fuck hole.”

  Lena disappeared from the room for a few minutes and returned with a candle, matches, an empty wine bottle, and a banana. Lenore got her wish. She wanted a hot wax treatment, Lena gave her a hot wax treatment.

  Lena lit the candle, letting it burn until the wax liquefied, and set about teasing Lenore. Lena rolled the hot wax menacingly around the cup of the candle and dripped the molten liquid onto Lenore’s tits. Lenore cried and winced through the pain of each drop and dribble, insisting she loved every stinging moment and the eroticism that followed as the wax cooled against her tender breast flesh. Lena pursued the kink, heating more wax and spilling it repeatedly across Lenore’s nipples and breasts. Lenore shouted in pain then squealed in delight as the heat wore off.

  “Oh God! Oh God! Lena… Stop! That was… Ohhh God… That was fantastic! Oh my God! Get the bottle! get the bottle!”

  Lena stepped away to the dresser and returned with the empty wine bottle. She picked the one with the narrowest neck, uncertain how wide Lenore’s pussy would stretch under its insertion.

  “Okay, Freaky Baby… Here’s your wine bottle. Now… Tell me if this hurts, okay? Don’t let me hurt you!”

  “It will be fine, Lena! I promise!”

  Lena pressed the mouth of the bottle to Lenore’s labia and slipped it up and down, slickening it with Lenore’s love lube. After the neck took on a healthy, glistening sheen, Lena slowly, delicately, slipped the mouth into Lenore's waiting snatch and moved the bottle in and out.

  “Ohhh… Oh my God… Oh my God…”

  Panicking, Lena mistook Lenore’s expression of joy for pain. “Are you okay, Freaky? Do you want me to stop?”

  “No! Keep going! This is amazing! Deeper! Stretch me!”

  “Really? You want me to stretch your pussy?”

  “Oh my God, Lena! You have to try this! Ohhh… Ohhh… Dios mio… Dios mio… Ohhh…”

  “So good you’re breakin’ out the Spanish again, eh? Well okee dokee, then.”

  The able aid got busy. Lena fucked Lenore with the wine bottle, pushing the neck in slowly and stretching Lenore’s pink wider and wider with each subsequent thrust. For seven, eight, nine minutes, Lena fucked Lenore, frequently staring through the bottle to the magnified view of Lenore’s pink passion.

  A familiar vibration erupted in Lenore’s thighs. The freaky supermodel jerked against her chains as Lena’s prodding puncture rocked Lenore's core. With a scream and a squirt as Lena jerked the bottle free, Lenore came.

  “Ay Dios mio! Lena! I SQUIRTED! I JUST SQUIRTED! Ohhh… Lena… Ohhh… My God, Lena… My God… This is so… So… Esto es intenso!”

  Lena shook her head and smiled. “More with the Spanish? Is it really that good Freaky?”

  Another quake rocked Lenore’s pussy. “SI! SI! MUY intenso! MUY intenso! Ohhh… Ohhh… So intense…”

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  “Again! Oh God! Again, Wild Child!”

  “Really?”

  “Yes! Again! Pleeeeeze! PLEASE, Lena! Again!”

  “Okee dokee.”

  Another eight minutes of bottle rocketing and another screaming orgasm later, Lena stood over her sweat drenched sweetie and laughed. “Hey, Lenore… I think I’m just gonna leave you strapped up for a minute while I try this thing out for myself.”

  “NO! LENA! Do not torture me! Please do it to me again!”

  “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to be chained up. Poor you, bitch.”

  Lena rubbed the juice-slicked neck of the bottle against her slit and worked up her nerve. Her dildo debased douche doorway opened itself eagerly to Lena’s hesitant insertion.

  “Okay… Ohhh… Here I go… Ohhh… Ohhh… God! Ohhh… Oh GOD! Lenore! Oh God…”

 
Head back, eyes closed, her body tingling, the Wild Child figured out the allure.

  “Oh my God, Lenore… Oh my God… Wowww… This is… Unbelievable! Wowww…”

  “Lena! Do it to me again! Pleeeeze!”

  The Wild Child decided to have some fun with her captive subject. She pulled the bottle from her snatch and rubbed the neck under Lenore’s nose. Then she climbed onto the bed and stood with her pussy directly over Lenore’s face. She slipped the bottle back into her cock clamper and built up speed.

  “Holy shit… Holy shit… Ohhh… Holy shit… Wow! This is insane! Ohhh holy shit!”

  “NO! NO, Wild Child! Don’t do this! Please don’t do this to me!”

  The sensual allure of domination proved too much for the Wild Child. She became a Dom, forgetting for a time the fears she had about lashing her roommate to the bed.

  Standing over the chained-up semi-dyke, Lena dribbled spit on Lenore’s chest. She spit again, hitting Lenore’s pussy.

  “Ha, Lenore! There! NOW who the fuck wants to be strapped up, huh? Get ready to suffer, BITCH!”

  Thirty Three

  Lenore lay splayed beneath the Wild Child, pleading for return of the bottle to her bottom. Lena ignored her. Actually, it was more like the Wild Child fed off her. The more Lenore begged, the more furiously Lena fucked. The Wild Child masturbated furiously, leaning back against the wall for safety while squatting over Lenore’s face.

  Lenore endured Lena’s panting, groaning, two-fisted masturbation for a dozen agonizingly immobile minutes. Half-way through, Lena’s juices dripped onto Lenore’s face. Lenore lapped at the moisture as it fell, craving Lena’s attention, callously ignored by her personal Torquemada.

  An unfamiliar pang rocked Lena’s pussy. The neck of the bottle had brushed the front of her vaj and she saw sparkling lights flash before her eyes. Oh, G! She sped up, dragging the glass neck against her G-spot each time she yanked out the bottle. Repeating the glancing blows triggered spasms in her thighs and a tingle in her tits.

  She figured out the perfect stroke. Shove the bottle in as far as she could take it, drag it fast against her G-Spot, and pop the neck forward toward her clit on the way out. Shove in, brush the G, pop the clit. Shove in, brush the G, pop the clit. Shove in, brush the G, pop the clit.

  Lena’s legs trembled. Her arms shook. Her toes spread. With one last, sucking “POP!” Lena yanked the bottle free, squirting for the first time in her life, raining cum on Lenore’s face. She squirted in a stream for two mind-exploding seconds, then spurted twice, then dribbled. Panting hard, Lena stared down at Lenore’s shining cheeks.

  “HOLY… Hoh-ly fucking SHIT, Freaky! Ohhh holy shit! This thing makes me squirt! I just squirted! Holy CRAP!”

  “SQUIRT AGAIN! Do it again!” Lenore shouted, swirling her tongue around the edges of her mouth to catch every drop.

  “As you wish, mi-fucking-lady.” Lena rammed the bottle in and repeated her ramp up to another orgasm. Racing to her next climax within minutes, Lena shuddered, screamed, and squirted again over Lenore, raining down on her roommate’s tits. Dribbles of Lena’s lewd leftovers dropped onto Lenore’s yearning yap.

  “Holy fucking shit! WOW! This is amazing! Ohhh WOW! What a rush! What a fucking rush!”

  Weakened, Lena knelt cautiously and pressed her pussy onto Lenore’s waiting mouth. Lenore drank Lena’s love juice, sucking in and massaging Lena’s clit with her tongue, delighting in the provocative scent of the Wild Child’s dripping sex.

  Lena loitered, waiting patiently for Lenore to build her to another mini-gasm. She gasped. It wasn’t a big one, but it felt like a nice chaser coming from Lenore’s tongue. Rising and wobbling by the bedside, Lena grinned broadly at the lashed up lesbo.

  “Wow, Freaky! Not bad. Not bad at all. That bottle makes an amazing dildo. I need to keep one of them in the nightstand.”

  “Lena… Please fuck me again! Please! I can’t take this! It was torture to watch you fuck yourself over me! You must fuck me! Please Lena! PLEASE!”

  The Impromptu Mistress understood the allure of her role. The feeling of control and power intoxicated her.

  She also understood the danger. The feeling of control and power intoxicated her.

  “Begging, are we dear? You want me to fuck you with something? Are you sure? Are you sure you don’t want to just stay strapped up like that all night and not get fucked? I can arrange that, too, you know.”

  “No! Fuck me! Please! Please fuck me, Lena!”

  “Okay. If you insist, De La Slutta”

  Lena picked up the banana from the nightstand. As thick around as the neck of the wine bottle at its deepest point of insertion, the banana looked like it could be painful. Lena didn’t care. Lenore wanted the experience of getting fucked by a fruit, Lenore was going to get the experience of being fucked by a fruit.

  Lena opened her mouth and inserted the banana, licking it with her tongue, mocking Lenore’s yearning. Lenore’s mouth opened, her tongue reaching out for the toyus fruiticus.

  “You want this in you, baby? You sure? Really? Nah. I don’t think you want this. I think you’re just kidding.”

  “Fuck me, God damn it! Fuck me, Lena! Now!”

  “Okee Dokee.”

  PLUNGE!

  “Ah mierda! Mierda! Dios mio! Oh Lena! Dios mio! It is too big! Dios mio! Pull it out! Quickly!”

  “Hmmm… Maybe… Maybe you just haven’t had time to adjust.”

  Lena withdrew the banana an inch or two, letting Lenore’s tunnel recover to a more “Rory-sized” diameter.

  “Ohhh… Ohhh… That is much better… Thank you. Try again. Go more slowly…”

  Stretching Lenore’s overworked pussy proved swift and (relatively) painless. After five or so minutes of pumping at increasing depths, Lena stretched Lenore’s vagina enough to engage the entire girth of the earthy toy. Moments later, Lenore released another chain-jangling rambunctious climax. After removing the fruity fucker, Lena knelt beside the bed, peeled the banana, and fed it to Lenore in pieces to help her re-energize.

  Watching Lenore taper from their twisted sex play, Lena felt a strangely mortifying sensation overtake her kink-possessed heart. The Wild Child thought about her torture of the roommate. Then she considered the heady sensation of control it gave her over the not-so-innocent victim. Though Lenore claimed she wanted the abuse, and though Lena enjoyed offering the abuse, the Wild Child nevertheless reckoned it as one thing above all else…

  Abuse.

  Shame swept over Lena’s soul. The sense of gleeful domination she relished as she fucked herself with the wine bottle, dripping her essence over Lenore’s trapped face, withered. She needed a hot shower. Lena wanted to scrub The Mistress's lingering stench from her body.

  It was time to bring their warped excursion to an end, to bring her Freaky Baby back to earth. When she spoke, the voice of “Lena: Dungeon Mistress” was replaced by “Lena: Seriously Concerned Roommate.”

  “So are we done yet, Lenore? I mean, can we cut loose and end this now? I think you’ve had about as much as I can give you. All this kinky stuff is… I mean... It was a little fun, but… It’s really not my thing, Freaky Baby. I feel a little creeped out about all this. Are you ready to unhook?”

  “No, I am not finished Lena. I want more.”

  Lena’s eyes betrayed her fear. “What? What the hell? What more can I do to you, Lenore? I mean, what more can I do that wouldn’t get really nasty? I already fucked you with a wine bottle and a banana. That was pretty hard core all by itself, sweetie. What more could you possibly want?”

  Lenore blew Lena a kiss. “It is time for my spanking, Wild Child.”

  “She has to be kidding.” “You want me to do what, Freaky?”

  “It is time for you to spank me.”

  A moment of stone-faced silence punctuated Lenore’s request. Standing by the footboard of the bed, Lena stared at Lenore, struggling to understand the appeal of the diva’s latest deviant pursuit.

  “But why
, Lenore?”

  Lenore looked up from her trapped position and grinned. “Because I have been a very naughty girl, dear.”

  With a hint of consternation, Lena refused. “No. No way. Not a chance. I’m not doing it.”

  “Why not?” asked the chained concubine.

  “Because I’m not going to hit you, that’s why.”

  “But this is spanking, Lena, not hitting. What is wrong with spanking me? You spank me all the time after you beat me at a game of trash talk.”

  “Yeah, true. But let me ask you a question. Are you asking me to put you over my knee this time?”

  “Nooo. I was hoping…”

  “I KNEW IT! You want me to tie you up again, don’t you!”

  “Well of course! We just had a lot of fun with me chained up. You made me come, Lena. You came. Why won’t you chain me up before you spank me?”

  “Because.”

  “Because is not a valid answer, Lena.”

  Lena crossed her arms and assumed a defiant stance. “I don’t care if it’s a valid answer or not. I will not chain you to the bed and spank you! That's that!”

  “Lena, I do not see the harm in this. I just want to see how it feels to be spanked when I am chained to the bed. Why won’t you do this for me?”

  Pacing away from the bed, the Wild Child stared back at the detained dyke. She took in the full sweep of Lenore’s undeniably smokin’ condition. Covered in sweat, pussy dripping with fresh excitement, her hair sloppy and wet, with her shaved taco and zero-tan-line “V” drawing Lena back for more cunnilingus, Lenore exuded “fly trap.” Lena was the ill-advised fly.

  “I just can’t do it, Lenore.”

  “Please, Lena. It will be fine, I promise!”

  “Look, Lenore, this is different. This isn’t like me licking you or making love to you while you’re strapped down. This isn't even me shoving things up your pussy and making you come while you’re strapped down. This is me hurting you while you’re strapped down. I don’t want to hurt you, Lenore!”

  “Oh stop being such a child and just do it!”

  “I’ll tell you what, Freaky. I’ll take you over my knee and spank you, okay? Then, if it hurts too much you can just get up and leave.”

 

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