The Adventures of Anne and Vicky

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The Adventures of Anne and Vicky (Part One):

As we pick up from where they left off, Anne has just finished tying Vicky spread eagle on the bed, gagging her with panties and scarf.

She's an amateur. You pull against the knotted scarves holding your wrists to the head of the bed. With your legs fastened similarly, you try to arch your head enough to see the bonds clearly, but it's hard from this position. It's not the first time someone has tied you up, but before it was always just little games, nothing "serious"-- certainly nothing like what you just gave to Anne. And, now, unless you can get free, she's obviously planning a bit of payback.

It's clear that Anne doesn't have a lot of experience with tying roommates to the bed. All you need is five minutes alone, and you're sure you'll free yourself, and then you'll show her just what being tied and tormented is all about. If you can just...

"Well, Missy, I guess we know who's 'Boss' around here, now!" The damn little minx! She's smiling down at you, now, her green eyes sparkling with the promise of mischief. She gives a toss of her head, the waist-length curtain of chestnut hair swinging as she turns to pick up her discarded blouse. She shrugs it on, grinning, "The bra can wait. I might find something 'creative' to do with it!"

Anne leans down next to you on the bed. She sees your hands wiggling in the bonds, and playfully slaps at them.

"Stop that! You're going to stay right where I put you." For the time being, you obey. You'll watch for your chance...

"Now, let's see..." Anne leans over you, and you gasp involuntarily into your gag as her silky hair washes across your naked belly. "I seem to recall something about showing photos of me." Anne leans her head on her hand, now, grinning into your face as you growl at her around the panties stuffed in your mouth. "I suppose I could take a few pictures of you like this, "she runs a finger around the gag creasing your cheek, as you flail your head furiously, "but, you know what... I've got a better idea." She bounces up off the bed, and heads for the kitchen.

Now, Now's your chance. Your muscles strain as you try to get enough slack to allow your fingers to get to the knots. You hear Anne's voice from the kitchen, but pay no attention to that-it doesn't matter what she's up to, if you can just get...

"Naughty, naughty!" the grinning harpy is back, standing in the doorway with the phone in her hand. Damn. Did she call someone to come over? You're not even close to being free, yet, as she sets the phone down, and merrily checks your bonds, tightening them again. Not too badly, though; if she'd just take her eyes off you for a few--

What's that? You hear a thumping, and realize that it's someone knocking on the door. Rescue! Of course, it would be embarrassing for anyone to see you like this, but it's worth a try, and you take a breath, ready to shriek as loudly as the gag will allow... when you look at Anne's face. She's not startled by this; if anything, her grin has got bigger.

"Well, what do you know?" she giggles, "We've got company."

Oh, for God's sake! The silly bitch has decided to embarrass you by inviting someone over to see your predicament.

Anne hops up from the bed, her breasts bouncing under the loosely-fastened blouse. "I guess I'll just go see who that is," she giggles, and flounces out.

Her bare feet patter quietly on the floor as she heads for the door; the sound comes of the door opening, and Anne greeting someone, but you're not paying attention: at this point, getting free is the only thing on your mind. To be displayed like this in front of anyone else would be too humiliating for words! Perspiration makes your fingers slippery, and you realize that there's simply not enough time, as you see the door to the bedroom open.

"Here she is," Anne's voice is annoyingly perky as she addresses the unseen visitor. "Guess she bit off more than she could chew--so now she's chewing on her own panties!"

Anne dissolves into a fit of giggles, but you scarcely notice; all your attention is fixed on the figure you can see behind her, looking down at you from behind Anne's shoulder: Denise!

----Oh, God, Anne, you stupid cow!----, you want to shriek at her. ----How could you be so... so... well, STUPID?---- Even if you weren't gagged, words would fail you at this point. Of all the people Anne could have called, out of the dozens of names in your phone book, she chose Denise!

Denise. How many times did you have that conversation with Denise: "No, Denise, I really don't feel like trying something 'a little kinky'. No, Denise, you are NOT going to tie me up. No, Denise, I DON'T think it would get me 'all hot and bothered', as you put it." Of course, there was always just a hint of doubt--could there actually be something in what she was saying?--but in the end, you always resisted her "invitations". And always, Denise would shrug, and says "Well, maybe someday." And now, as she looks past Anne's shoulder, and catches her first glimpse of you on the bed, naked, bound and gagged, she beams with delighted surprise, like a child at Christmas.

Anne is prattling on, looking down at you, some idiocy about how you'd greet Denise, but you're "all tied up" right now. Neither you or Denise, though, is even listening. Instead, Denise is looking you straight in the eyes, her smile growing broader. Slowly, she licks her lips as her eyes traverse your helpless form; then she gives you a broad wink, and you know you're doomed. No point in even trying to free yourself--Anne would simply tie your bonds more tightly.

Anne. Denise's attention has shifted now, from you to your new roommate. You can see Denise's cool gaze running up and down the back of Anne's trim form, dressed only in the panties and loosely-buttoned blouse; it's like watching some great feline predator on The Discovery Channel, as they take their time, hungrily sizing up their prey. Denise's hands are out of your line of vision, but she seems to be quietly rummaging in the pile of scarves, cords, underwear, and such, that you had used on Anne. And now, Denise has closed the space between herself and Anne; your eyes grow bigger over the gag, but Anne doesn't even register your alarm. Instead, she feels Denise's finger running along the inside of her blouse's collar.

"What?--I--oooooo," The stupid little twit is actually enjoying the sensation! For just a moment, Denise's fingers linger at the back of Anne's neck; then, suddenly, she has seized the collar of Anne's blouse, and yanked it back and down, scattering buttons.

"Denise! What--hey?!?!" Anne tries to turn to face Denise, but her blouse has been twisted tightly, pinning her arms together. "Denise, let go--uuugghhnn!!" From behind, Denise uses her grip on Anne's arms to lift her off her feet, and she throws her, bouncing, face-down on the bed, beside you.

"Let go!!!" Anne is flailing her head, trying to see, but her long hair is a tent around her face, now, as Denise presses her down on the bed. Denise has picked up what looks like a bathrobe tie. She has pulled Anne's hands close together behind her, and is wrapping the thin terrycloth around Anne's crossed wrists, knotting them tightly together. The blouse dangles crazily about her arms, but Denise takes it again, and twists it tightly enough that Anne's elbows are nearly meeting behind her back, before she knots it firmly in place.

"OOOwwww!!" Anne squirms on the bed, but Denise is right next to her on the bed, one knee in the small of her back as she finishes binding Anne's arms.

"Just hold still, sweetie," Denise purrs at her. "You're only making this harder on yourself!" Anne's screams are partially muffled by the fact that she can barely raise her head from the bed, and her face is half buried in the thick bedspread and the mane of hair that cascades around her.

Denise doesn't slow down. She has corralled Anne's madly flailing legs, and has slid her panties off. Denise is now proceeding to use a pair of nylons: the first binds Anne's crossed ankles together; the other is tied just above her knees, immobilizing her legs. One of the long scarves is then passed between her bound ankles and tied off against your right ankle; now, Anne can't even try and roll off the bed.

While Denise is busy trussing your roommate, you really ought to be using the time to make one last attempt to get free. But you can't. Despite yourself, you can't help watching; watching as Denise reduces the lovely Anne to a squirming, naked parcel on the bed beside you. You can't help the fact that the sight of your delicious roommate helplessly tied there is bringing a warm stirring in your loins. Nor can you escape the fact that your body is breaking out in goosebumps at the thought that you, too, will soon be helpless in Denise's hands.

"I understand that all this started over an argument about underwear!" Denise is standing next to the bed, now, grinning down at the helplessly writhing Anne; you can see that she holds Anne's panties in one hand. "But there's no need to argue, now-you each get a pair!"

"NNOOOOOO!" Anne tries to twist her face away, but her pathetic attempts only elicit a giggle from Denise. The grinning captoress leans down next to Anne, and rakes the mass of hair back from Anne's face.

"Anyone in there?" she snickers. Denise tightens her grip in Anne's hair, and forces the lovely mouth open, stuffing the panties deeply between her teeth and into her mouth.

"UUUnnggghhh!" As Denise forces a scarf between Anne's teeth, and yanks it hard against the corners of her mouth, you realize that you've heard Anne's last coherent words for a while: that, from now on, the only sounds Anne will be making are the helpless mewings and moanings she is making now. You're startled to realize, though, how much you're enjoying those sounds. You twist in your bonds, trying to rub yourself as you grow warm and breathless at the sight of the scarf being tied over your roommate's shining hair, her mouth distended by the gag.

Denise releases Anne's head, now, and the captive slumps down to the bed. For a moment, you take a wonderfully guilty pleasure in the sight of the naked Anne tugging uselessly at her bonds. That lasts only a moment, though, because Denise has now turned her attention... to you.

"Vicky." She purrs your name, seeming to savor its very taste. Satisfied that Anne isn't going anywhere, Denise gives a tug at the bonds holding you, tightening them just a bit, and kneels next to your side of the bed.

"Oh, Vicky," she repeats, running a finger slowly up the inside of your left thigh. "You never told me your new roommate was so pretty." You gasp into your gag at her touch. "Such soft skin, all that nice hair... Yummmm." Now, she is gently dragging her long fingernails over your naked belly, and you begin to moan helplessly into your stuffed mouth. She leans over you, now, her silky strawberry-blond tresses dancing lightly over your astonishingly-erect nipples. "Were you going to keep her all to yourself? I thought friends shared with each other." Now, her hand is slowly making its way down your belly, and between your legs. It feels too good-- you buck and try and pull back from her touch; if she were to feel you trying to masturbate against her hand, the humiliation would be more than you could bear.

Abruptly, the hand leaves as Denise stands up. "Well, that's OK," she continues. "I guess I'll have to teach both of you girls just what fun sharing can be!" She disappears from your view for a moment, and you sneak a look at Anne, still struggling futilely next to you. Shameful as it is to admit it, your bound hands are itching to reach out and take hold of the lovely prisoner lying so temptingly close to you.

"Uuunnggghhh!!" Your contemplation of your bound roommate is interrupted as you feel Denise cinch something around the scarves tying your wrists to the bed. There is no more give in the bonds, now; any chance of freedom you might have had is gone. Before you can even decide if you want to resist or not, Denise secures your ankles the same way, eliciting another gagged moan from you.

"That's right, Vicky," she giggles. "Make all the noise you can, now. Before long, I'll find something else for you to do with your mouth."

Denise has untied Anne's bound ankles from your own, and with her wiry strength she flips the helpless girl to her back, and lies her next to you on the bed, her head resting against your arm. Side by side, now, you both look up anxiously at the lovely witch who smirks down at you. Hands on hips, Denise addresses her "captive audience".

"You know, you two girls sure look like you've been having fun, here." You feel Anne squirm, her hair soft against your skin.

"Just one thing, though-from what I can see, you BOTH need lessons in tying someone up. After all, Vicky, Anne got loose without too much trouble, and I know you'd have got yourself free if I hadn't shown up." She purses her lips. "Sloppy, sloppy. Well, girls, no worries now. No one gets loose, anymore. Denise is here. And do you know what that means?" Her face is inches from yours, her breath hot against your cheek. "It means that Amateur Night... is over!" Her hands lightly brush over your groin, and Anne's, and she laughs at the helpless moans that produces. "When I tie a girl," Denise continues to gloat over you, "she stays tied!" She touches the scarf in your mouth, the scent of your shameful arousal pungent on her fingers. "And gagged." You close your eyes, now, and realize that your position is hopeless: no matter how you try to fight it, your body is going to betray you... and Denise knows it.

"Now, girls, " Denise continues, "I'm going to pop down to my car, and get a few things that we can use, here. In the meantime," she lifts Anne up, now, and lays her bound form on top of you. With Anne's hands tied behind her back, and yours tied above your head, neither of you can do anything as Denise fits your naked forms against each other.

The sensations flooding your body are indescribable: Anne's nipples have hardened like yours, and you're startled to realize that your roommate is sharing with you the humiliating sensation of being desperately turned-on at Denise's handling of her. Her body is slick with sweat from her struggles, and you groan in helpless ecstasy as you feel Denise fasten some cord to the twisted blouse that binds her arms, and pull her hard up against your helpless form. The cord is passed beneath your straining body, and tied again to Anne's arms. Anne is shorter than you are, and Denise nestles her up against you with the top of her head beside your cheek; Anne's breasts rest just under yours, the tops of her breasts hot against the bottom of yours.And as for heat--you can feel Anne's pussy practically glowing as she is fastened to your naked form.

Denise gives a pat to Anne's raised ass, and blows a kiss at you. "Don't go away, ladies. I'll be right back," she smiles as she leaves the room.

The nerves in your skin are nearly overloaded with sensations: Anne's glistening skin against yours, her silky hair trailing across the two of you; you feel the wetness as she begins to drool around the gag in her mouth, and the saliva trickles on your arm. Your nostrils fill with the heat coming off the top of her head and the scent of arousal that emanates from two naked women, bound, gagged, and helpless, as they await the pleasure of the woman who has captured them.

The Adventures of Anne and Vicky (Part Two)

When Denise left, it was clear what had to happen: you and Anne are way in over your heads, and if you don't get free before Denise gets back, things may get really out of control, and you don't want that-- do you? Anne has figured this out, too. She is lying atop you, where Denise tied her in place, and doing her best to slide off. There is a fine sheen of perspiration between your bodies, and her squirming attempts to get free are practically setting your skin on fire.

What if you weren't gagged? Would you try to encourage Anne to free herself? Or would you tell her how it makes you feel, to have her satiny skin sliding, lubricated in sweat, across your bare flesh. What if your hands weren't bound to the bed? Would you try to untie her? Or would you take her, helpless as she is, and use her in a most shameless way?

For, there's no denying that you're being aroused in a way you had never imagined. It's not simply that you're in close, intimate contact with a beautiful, naked woman. No, it's the fact that the two of you are bound and helpless, and if you don't get free soon, you will both be at the mercy of the lovely, cruel, Denise. The thrill of the chase? There's no chase here. You're caught, both of you, and that feeling of helplessness has touched something very deep inside you.

Your attention snaps back to reality: Anne has nearly succeeded, and you feel a twinge of strange regret as she slides sensuously across your body, and lies beside you, now, the rope slackened somewhat. Of course, with you still spreadagled on the bed, and her still bound hand and foot, you two are a long way from being free.

And, now... the bitch is back.

"Well, girls, you two must really be enjoying yourselves!" You glance up, and Denise is standing in the doorway, grinning. Over her shoulder, she's carrying a big fabric bag that appears to be absolutely packed with... well, you'd prefer not to speculate, wouldn't you? You try to growl a reply to her cheerful taunting, but she goes right on: "After all, if you weren't enjoying... each other... you'd probably have freed yourselves by now!"

You feel the bed shake as Anne makes one last pull to free herself from the rope tying you two together, but Denise is having none of it: she simply takes the loosened rope and uses it to fasten Anne's bound ankles to the end of the bed. Anne can now squirm as much as she likes, but she goes nowhere except where Denise wants her.

Ann moans in frustration, her "escape attempt" having been so easily thwarted.

Denise sits down beside you, now. From the bag, she draws a plastic-covered package of some kind.

"You know, " Denise begins as she tears open the plastic, "you two really have a lot to learn about keeping a girl quiet." She grins at you. "Lucky for you, Denise is here!" You can see, now, what she is removing from the package: it's a large dishtowel; white; the "Williams Sonoma" white lettering is clear against the reverse-blue trim. You eyes grow huge, and you start trying to make yourself understood through the panties in your mouth.

"Hush." Denise gently lays a finger to your lips. "We're not going to want you waking the neighbors, later on, when I start to... " her voice breaks up in a fit of giggles, and she reaches behind your head to undo the knot of the scarf holding the panties in your mouth. The silk slides free from between your lips, and her fingers are skillfully plucking the panties from your mouth. As you try to lick your parched lips, she sets them gently aside on the bed. "We'll get back to these later."

"Denise, please!" Your voice is low, your lips dry. You've decided that, instead of yelling for help, you'll try reasoning with your beautiful captor. "Let's just stop here--"

"Dear Vicky." Slowly, Denise begins to run her fingers through your hair, and you shudder with pleasure as her nails graze your scalp. "How silly you are. You know perfectly well that I'm not going to stop; you also know that deep down you really don't want me to stop!" Before you can bring yourself to protest this preposterous assertion, she goes on, "That's one reason to keep a girl like you gagged-- so she doesn't embarrass herself with silly statements like that." Her fingers fist in your hair, now, there's a little tug at your hair, and one corner of the dishtowel has found its way between your teeth.

It's clean, of course, so in some ways it's a nice change from the taste of the panties you'd been wearing all day (which Denise is clearly not through with). Fresh with sizing, the cloth lies atop your tongue, pressing it down. Denise's grip in your hair is enough to keep you from closing your mouth against the intrusion, and her skilled fingers are working the towel in more deeply, now. Your mouth is filled to the roof, but she's not pushing the cloth to the back of your throat. Rather, it's your cheeks she stuffs now, and you cringe at the thought of what your face must look like this way.

The towel is huge. It must be the size of a bedsheet, you tell yourself, as more and more of the fabric fills whatever tiny space there may be left in your mouth; already, it's begun to absorb your saliva. Denise's other hand in your hair turns your head this way and that as she works, with an casual efficiency that bespeaks a distressing amount of practice at this sort of thing.

Finally, impossibly, the last of the towel disappears from your sight, and you realize that Denise has managed to fit the entire thing into your poor mouth. She releases your hair, and you take a moment to try and force the cloth out. It's hopeless: you can't even move your tongue to get it behind the wad of fabric to try to push it. Denise seems aware of this, not even bothering to cover your mouth with her hand as she busies herself opening another package: a new Ace bandage.

"I was going to tell you to open wide," she giggles, "but you're already doing that!" And she's right, of course: your mouth is so stuffed that you couldn't close it no matter how hard you might try. Denise then fits the elastic bandage over the cloth between your teeth, and begins to wind it around your head. With each turn, she smooths it down over the towel, ensuring that the elastic won't allow the stuffing to slip. Twisting your head does no good; Denise is in control, and in a few moments, she is taping down the end of the bandage, which hugs your head tightly. Giving your gag a last few pats, Denise plants a kiss on your forehead; your shriek of frustration is no more than a tiny hum behind your gag, prompting Denise to laugh.

"See?" she asks brightly. "Won't it be great when I teach you how to do that, too?" Your only answer is a glare that amuses her even more. "Of course, later on, we'll go back and try ---really--- packing your mouth!" Your eyes bulge in astonishment at the thought that your mouth could be made to hold even more, but Denise has already moved on to her next subject.

"Well, now to see what we can do about little Anne, here."

Without your noticing, Anne has been trying to work her gag free, rubbing it on the bed. Denise, though, spots her long before she can finish. She unties her from the foot of the bed, but does not undo her bound wrists or ankles.

"You know, Anne," she says as she flips your bound roommate to her stomach, "this gag won't really keep you very quiet. Don't worry, though, I've got plenty of towels here!"

Anne growls at that, as Denise undoes the scarf holding the panties in Anne's mouth, then re-ties it more tightly under her hair.

"Now, let's just sit you up, Anne." Clambering up on the big bed, Denise lifts Anne to her knees by the blouse still tied around her bound arms.

As the helpless girl tries to pull herself free, her long curtain of hair once more sweeps briefly across your naked belly. Again, you flinch with the unexpected delight, and grunt into your gag. This time, though, Denise is here. And Denise notices everything.

"Hmmmmm. That's interesting." She has paused, holding Anne upright in front of you. Denise glances down at you, thoughtfully. Her next move is to reach into her bag, and retrieve... a hairbrush.

You think you know what's coming next: you expect to see Anne turned over Denise's lap, and having the hairbrush applied to her cute ass. Instead, Denise plumps Anne down, squirming, seated at the edge of the bed. She lifts the brush, and to your surprise (and Anne's!), she begins to draw the brush through the gently-mussed chestnut locks.

"Ever notice something?" she asks, obviously expecting no answer, as she pulls the brush through Anne's mane of hair with slow, sensuous motions. "A few strands of hair can itch, or tickle, when they touch your skin." Anne is moaning, now, as she surrenders, despite herself, to the exquisite sensations as Denise strokes the bristles down her scalp, through her long tresses, and right across the bare skin of her shoulders.

"But, you know," Denise continues as she smooths Anne's now-gleaming hair with her palm, "a whole lot of hair like this, moving across bare skin, can be... well, why should I tell you?" Denise smiles at you. "Anne and I will show you what it can be like!"

You're not quite sure why Denise is telling you all this; your attention is fixed on the light that glints fire in the highlights of Anne's hair, and you can feel your fingers curl in frustration, wishing they were trailing through the long, silky tresses. So, it takes a moment for you to realize what's happening, when Denise stands up by the side of the bed, and takes hold of Anne's arms again, pulling her up to a kneeling position in front of you.

You look up, now, wondering what comes next. Your legs are still tied wide apart, the kneeling Anne poised, naked, just above you. Your eyes meet-what a confusion of lust and fear you two are now. As Denise said, this is something you've toyed with before, but Anne is in... "virgin" territory. You can see her eyes riveted to your bound form, and possibilities she had never dreamed of are flooding her. You can see the conflict-- she knows she's "not a lesbian"-- but you can also see that the deep hunger inside drives her, just as it does you.

Anne seems as puzzled about Denise's intentions as you are. But you don't have to wait long to find out.

Denise uses her grip on Anne's arms to lower her face toward the bed, near your feet, and her soft curtain of hair brushes over your instep; the skin there, soft and sensitive, sends an electric shock up into the pit of your stomach. Anne tries to turn her head, to look at Denise behind her, but Denise just lifts on the bound arms, and Anne's head is thrust forward again, her hair now caressing your right leg.

"How's that feel, Vicky?" Denise's voice is breathy. She doesn't really need to ask--the moaning sounds coming from your packed mouth provide eloquent testimony to the effect that this touch is having on your nerve endings. You pull at your bindings, and Denise laughs. "Now, tell me, helpless little Vicky," as she sweeps Anne's hair across your other leg, "if you were untied, would you get me to stop? Or would you grab your pretty roommate here, and make her... hmmmm?" Denise now moves one hand from Anne's bound arms to the back of her neck, and she slowly pushes her head down, even closer to you. You shriek in madness into the gag in your mouth as the silky mass of Anne's hair now flows over the inside of your thighs.

"How do you like my new sex toy?" Denise giggles,forcing Anne's head down further. "Much prettier than a vibrator, wouldn't you agree?" Anne shakes her head, not much caring for being described as a "sex toy", but that only causes the soft tresses to ripple across your skin maddeningly. Now, Denise has Anne's head down between your legs, and she is pressing Anne's gagged mouth to the inside of your left thigh.

"Go ahead, Anne," Denise murmurs. "Kiss her. You know you want to."

The soft lips tremble around the cloth forcing them apart. Your loins nearly explode as Anne's gagged mouth plants a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. Another, three, four - God, she has to stop or you'll go mad! You're screaming, now, into your gag, but you know the sound is doing nothing but amusing your lovely captor.

"Well, Anne, I guess we're seeing the benefits of good hair care, aren't we?" Anne's gagged cries are now wails, and you shudder with shameful delight at the thought of her lovely face inches from the heat blazing in your loins. You're sure you'll climax, but you feel Denise pull Anne away from you, now, and she pauses, holding your bound roommate's mouth just out of reach of you.

The room is filled with sounds now: your ragged breathing through your nose, your mouth too full to possibly breathe through it. Anne is sobbing into her gag, trying to beg Denise to have pity on her, on both of you. But "Mercy" is not Denise's plan, is it? She has simply paused long enough for the fires inside you to lower slightly. Your chest heaves and your hips are squirming uselessly, wanting Anne's face buried in you right now. In a few moments, your breathing has settled; Anne still trembles in Denise's grip.

"Breathe, Vicky," Denise purrs at you. "Relax. Save your strength. We don't want to rush things, here, now do we?"

And with that remark, you see her exerting slow, sure pressure on the back of Anne's neck, and again the tent of silky dark hair envelops you. This time, it's your breasts that Denise has targeted. As your body is caressed by the soft tresses, you feel Anne's gagged mouth again--this time, her lips are at your right nipple; you screech into your gag as the damp scarf between her teeth brushes against your hardened bud. You can't see what Denise is doing with her other hand, but the sounds coming through Anne's gag make it clear that she is stimulating your helpless roommate, and the lips that tremble on your skin are ablaze with her heat.

You're certain there could be nothing left of your sanity as Denise shifts her lovely playtoy to your left breast, those whimpering, pleading lips again assaulting your hardened nipple. Denise, though, plans to take you much, much farther.

"Uuuuuuuggghhhh!!!!!" You've tried to hold back, but Denise has taken your right nipple again, this time in her fingers, and is rolling it between her fingertips. You spasm in your bonds, your burning loins trying to make contact with Anne, but Denise is still holding her just out of reach of your burning pussy.

"Nice and hard," Denise muses over your nipple as though evaluating a cut of meat. "My little Anne-toy is working very well, wouldn't you say?"

You can feel the little "Anne-toy" trembling with rage, shame, and lust, as Denise again pulls her back from you, silky tresses trailing across your quivering belly. Anne is pulling at her bound arms, you can see the muscles straining against her bonds, but Denise handles her as easily as if she really were a toy.

"OK, Anne, I think we need to give Vicky a little rest-the poor girl's ready to burst, and we don't want that... not for a while." She turns Anne around now, her back to you, her mane of hair cascading right down over the lovely bound hands tied at the small of her back. From where you lie on the bed, you can't see Anne's face, but you can see the wicked humor on Denise's.

"Now, Anne, it's time to change that gag." The curtain of hair above you shimmers as Anne shakes her head "no".

"Nnggg! Nggghh! Nggghhhh!!!!"

"Oh, yes, yes yes," Denise grins back at her.

Handling her bound captive easily, Denise now sits Anne down on the bed--right between your spread legs; that beautiful naked form inches from you, and you unable to do anything about it. Denise now lays one hand on Anne's chest, one on her back, and begins to force her backwards. Unable to balance herself, bound as she is, Anne has no choice but to allow herself to be laid back, and again her long hair is settling around you as Denise leans her against you, her head propped up between your legs.

"MMMMnngghhh!!" Now, your hips bounce madly on the bed with your useless attempt to close your legs around Anne's lovely head. Your pussy throbs, and you pray that you can somehow be spared the embarrassment of cumming all over your roommate's hair.

"Anne," Denise snickers, "Vicky is always telling me how much she hates the idea of being tied up. Funny, though-she isn't ACTING like she hates it!!" Her fingers are busily at work, removing the scarf and panties from Anne's mouth; the package of dish towels is beside her on the bed.

"Let me go!!" Anne's voice is hoarse, and sounds impossibly sexy; if anything, this is turning you on more.

"Anne, don't you see? This is how I knew it would be. Your body wants this, but that pretty mouth of yours keeps saying foolish things like 'No'. I'll fix that, though."

"No, Oh God, no-you will not! You witch, untie me right now, or----uuuuummfff!!!" Denise doesn't even hesitate-she grabs Anne's hair to hold her head still (and don't your fingers itch to do that, too!), and begins to stuff her mouth with the towel.

You can feel it. You can taste it. With the matching towel in your mouth, it's as though you're a part of Anne as Denise crams the white fabric inside. With Anne's head lying against you, you really can't see her mouth, but it's easy to follow the progress of the scarf as it disappears; you can feel the strain in Anne's jaws as the wad of cloth forces her mouth wide. The way Denise is holding her, she hasn't much room to move, but it is still sweet agony for you as her movements rub her head and hair against you.

"HHnngghh!!!!" Anne's protests are now nothing but muffled grunts as Denise finishes packing her mouth. You feel Anne's head raised a bit, and Denise begins to wind an Ace bandage around her head, holding the gag in place; her lovely hair is pulled close to her head like a shining helmet. Denise leans her back against you again, and you revel in the pressure of her head against your loins.

"Now, ladies," Denise stands up, and surveys the two of you, hands on hips. "It's time we got a few things straight." Two pairs of eyes watch, terrified and excited at the same time.

"You know, I play with other girls a lot. Some girls I know are what I call 'bondage whores'. Know what a bondage whore is?"

Gagged growls are her only response, but she clearly doesn't expect anything else.

"A bondage whore is a girl who is gets turned on by being tied up and gagged, especially by a girl who really 'knows the ropes'-me, for instance!" She giggles. "They come to me all the time, knowing that I'll tie and gag them better than anyone. Bondage whores are fun to play with."

She sits on the bed, now, gazing down at the two of you, and her voice lowers.

"You know what I really LOVE to play with, though?" You don't even try to answer. "Bondage sluts."

She's still smiling, but her face has taken on a dreamy quality.

"Know what a bondage slut is?" Her fingers slowly begin to "walk" across your bound bodies. "A bondage slut also gets turned on by being tied up and gagged--the difference is, she won't admit it, even to herself. She has to be taken, and while she's tied and gagged, she resists as much as she can. Sometimes it can take a VERY long time for her to give in... time that I can use in so many delicious ways. And all the while, she feels shame at my manipulation of her body, humiliation at how easily I can arouse her."

She heaves a sigh. "Bondage whores are fun-- but bondage sluts are where the REAL pleasure is."

She pauses, and the only sound in the room is breath heaving through your nostrils.

"That's what you two are: my own little 'bondage sluts'."

"MMMMMGGGHHHH!!!!!" Your unison gagged cries don't even slow her down; with one hand, she is caressing your breasts; the other is similarly toying with Anne.

"We are going to have such a good time together, bondage sluts. The fun is just getting started."

"MMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!!!"

THE END?