I really hate writing myself into a corner… Part 4 of this series that started with the two Damned.. stories and continued in Turnabout.... If you haven’t read any of them yet I suggest at least reading Turnabout as this follows straight on. As always, feedback, comments, criticism etc are welcome, and I hope you enjoy it.
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About an hour later the bedroom door opened and I stepped quietly through into the corridor, glancing back to take another look at Sarah’s body, covered now by the duvet as she slept, a vision in the dim light filtering through the curtains. A smile came easily as I saw her turn and adjust at my presence, or lack of it. Always nice to know you’re missed after all. We’d certainly made enough noise working out the tensions of the day for Tracy to have heard enough to keep her on the edge of the precipice we’d left her hanging on earlier. Of course she wasn’t to know that only one of us had actually been granted release, as I always found my mind sharper and more aware when I was still anticipating that release than after it. Moving as silently as I could I slipped to the open door of the living room, glanced in and stopped dead.
Tracy was indeed still where we left her, naked and strapped down to the x-frame in the middle of the room but I’d never seen anyone so desperate for contact as she was at that moment. Despite the straps that held her securely in place she was writhing against the wood, hands clenching and relaxing as she reached up to find something, anything to free herself with. Her muscles rippled as she sought any weakness in her bonds, eyes and mouth wide open as she hovered in her very own erotic purgatory, trapped between heaven and hell, totally dependant on some outside influence to move on. For a moment I considered granting her the release her body so obviously craved, but something told me that deep down, she wouldn’t thank me for that act, not yet anyway. Tracy was the sort to always push her limits, always question her boundaries and I knew somehow she wasn’t yet at her breaking point.
Moving into the room I sat down beside her and placed my hands in hers. Instantly her hands grasped me tightly as she turned towards me with a sound that was part groan, part gasp, part growl. I slowly slid a leg over her thighs, letting the woollen dressing gown fall open as my bare skin touched hers. She was panting by the time I’d settled my weight across her, eyes locked onto my already-hard member with an intensity that both worried and thrilled me. Again I considered granting her relief, though for very different reasons now as I wondered what it would be like to slip inside her when she was this focused. I wavered for a moment, and then slid up her body to sit astride her hips, leaning down with her hands still grasping mine to kiss her. She met my lips with a hunger like none I’d ever known, and for a long time we stayed like that until finally air became an overriding priority and I pulled reluctantly away, both of us gasping to fill our lungs.
I tried to move away from this dazzlingly tempting vision of desperation, only to find her still gripping my hands tightly. Her eyes locked with mine and the pleading there was enough to take my breath away as effectively as her lips had done. I composed myself and slipped into the safety of my mask, bringing the personality I’d adopted around me like a cloak, raising an eyebrow with a small, knowing smile. Her only response was to grip harder and I lowered my head once more, this time aiming for her neck and shoulder. As soon as my lips made contact with that sweet skin I started lapping and nibbling, sending shockwaves through her system as her body reacted to the ticklish touch. She thrashed her head from side to side but with my cheek absorbing the impact she wasn’t going to shake me off that easily. Undaunted I moved down to the edge of her collarbone and worked my way along, assaulting her with my mouth as best I could. I made it about halfway before a shudder passed through her and her hands sprang open to release me.
Standing I walked down to her waist and reached down, probing her wetness for the cord connecting the stim-balls that still lurked within her. With one quick tug I pulled them out of her, the sensation causing her to arch her back with such force that the entire frame jumped off the ground and it was only my legs that braced it from falling over. She howled with need as she saw me straighten and I grinned down at her, placing the balls in her right hand, a deliberate attempt to use her own mind against her, as she contemplated what may have been if she hadn’t held me.
“Please…” she whispered, her jaw now clenched so tight I wondered if I’d hear her teeth grinding. It was the first word she’d spoken since I entered the room and I curled my legs under me as I sat by her shoulder, leaning over to whisper into her ear as I dialled my voice down as low as it would go.
“Please what?” I teased, feeling the complaint in my throat from being so far outside my natural range but ignoring it.
”Please…I…I need…”
“I know my love, I know. But I did explain what would happen to the both of you and I can’t go back on my word, you know that.”
”But…” She was close to tears now and I realised she did indeed need something, though I thought she might not realise what exactly it was she needed.
“Shh, shhh, it’s okay.” I murmured, bringing my voice up again, dropping the mask as I tried to reassure her she was still safe, still amongst friends not strangers, my hand brushing sweat-soaked hair away from her face.
“Steve…” It came as a gasp, and I wondered for a moment just how far the woman I knew had been buried under what we’d created.
“I’m here, look, look at me. Come on, come back to me…” I held her for a long moment, letting her break the contact first, waiting until she blinked and turned away, the nod so small a casual observer would have missed it completely. I waited a few more seconds before dropping back into character.
“I will however give you a way out. Tonight, at some point, I will give you a single chance for redemption, a task to complete. Or maybe I should say survive. Manage that and we’ll see what can be done.”
She didn’t say anything, just looked up at me and nodded once, slowly, deliberately, some of her old confidence back in her face and I reached over to kiss her once more, a gentle touch now, her passion once more under control as she rallied her strength, focused on what I’d just promised her. A way out and more importantly a chance to earn that freedom rather than simply being handed it.
I undid the straps holding her in place and lifted her body gently in my arms, moving her to the sofa and covering her body with the sheet that had previously hidden the frame and Sybian from view. Almost instantly she was asleep, and I settled into a padded chair to let both women get a brief rest before the evening. Reaching over I pulled a notepad out of my kit bag and started to jot down the day for future retelling, looking forward to the reaction from both women when they read it.
What seemed like minutes later, though a quick glance at the clock showed almost two hours had past, I heard a rumbling in the driveway that was clearly audible even through the double-glazing. Getting to my feet and slipping on a t-shirt and jeans I stepped to the front door and walked out to organise payment for my next surprise. Wandering back in I woke Sarah and told her what to wear for the evening and to help Tracy shower and dress, reminding her not, under any circumstances, to allow her friend the release she craved. Not that I though that would be a problem now, Tracy’s own pride would probably prevent her from even trying but it wouldn’t hurt to be vigilant.
Even with Sarah’s help it took Tracy over an hour to get ready, but the results were well worth it. A tight white shirt and short black skirt highlighted her gorgeous figure perfectly, her hair falling loose around her shoulders and a simple red lipstick the only decoration on her face. She really was a vision, an angel fallen to earth, yet was almost outdone by the devil standing next to her. Sarah was dressed head to foot in black, leather trousers so tight I’d have sworn she needed to sew herself into them. A see-through black lace top with a spider web design, long gloves that rose past her elbows to mid bicep and a black collar snug around her throat. Her blond hair was thrown backwards in a tight ponytail that lent just the right amount of severity to her image. The only splash of colour was a blood red corset pulled tight over the lace top, giving a tantalising glimpse of what lay beneath while never revealing any specifics. I was dressed far more simply, black jeans, shirt and shoes, a waistcoat mirroring Sarah’s corset in colour, not drawing the eye but somehow capturing it if it landed there. A quick glance and we headed out of the flat, the girls a step in front of me as I wanted to gauge their reaction.
There, in the middle of the driveway, was a black Honda NSX, gleaming in the streetlamps and far more suited to the occasion than my normal transport. I opened the door and indicated Tracy should get in first. She soon found out why as Sarah slid in on top of her, shuffling round until she was comfortably settled on her friends lap, the lack of rear seats not proving to be any real disadvantage. I slipped into the driver seat and turned the key, luxuriating in the bark from the V6 behind us. Pulling out onto the main road I pointed the car north and started to concentrate on the traffic, not wanting to dent a £60,000 supercar, even if it was only on loan for the evening.
We hadn’t gone more than a mile when I heard giggling next to me. Glancing over I saw Sarah’s fingers tucked firmly under Tracy’s armpits, letting the vibrations of the car move her fingertips over her friend’s now ultra-sensitive skin. With such an incentive I couldn’t resist and floored the accelerator, taking the car up to the top of the rev range and sending Tracy into a fit of the giggles that mingled with the glorious wail of the engine and for one long moment it seemed as if the car itself was doing the tickling, and from the sound of it, it was loving it.
The trip took maybe half an hour, the rise and fall of the car’s revs matched by the stream of giggles from the passenger seat. Finally we pulled up outside the nightclub, the bouncers checking my ticket before letting us slip into the reserved parking bay, and the reaction from those waiting to enter the club was incredible. There were a few stares at the car but they were nothing compared to the open-mouthed astonishment that greeted Sarah as she stepped out and swung gracefully onto my arm. That reaction was doubled a moment later as Tracy followed her and wrapped herself around my other side. Trying to maintain an air of detached interest I walked forward, as if having two devastating beauties accompanying me on an evening out was an everyday occurrence and we stepped inside the club.
The interior was, surprisingly, rather up market, with black leather sofas and chairs spread through the spacious single room, a well stocked bar taking up the entirety of the right wall, a large dance floor taking up the middle of the room with a stage against the back wall. Something veiled in shadow lurked at the far left, tucked against the wall and whatever it was had a fairly constant stream of patrons passing by and crowding around. Everyone was decked out in various combinations of rock music fashion and gothic dress, with a smattering of BDSM related costumes here and there in the masses. The place was maybe three quarters full and there had to be a few hundred people inside at the least. Whoever had set the music up had gone for a very heavy play list and the sounds of St Anger welcomed us as we placed our order at the bar before moving to a reserved corner booth.
Wood panels rose up around the half-circle sofa blocking the view into the booth from anywhere other than the straight-ahead position, providing privacy without isolating the occupants from the rest of the club. A low table, polished to an almost mirror finish, lay in front of the sofa and we carefully placed our drinks down as we watched the activity out on the dance floor. I’d ended up in between the two women and wondered what the scene looked like to someone glancing into the booth. I had a mental image of a real-life version of the cartoon ‘devil and angel’ discussion, with the devil whispering sweet nothings in my ear on one side, the angel trying to convince me to take the path of good in the other and couldn’t help smiling at the thought, especially as I already knew where my loyalties lay that night.
The music changed and the opening bars to Closer drifted over the club, the dance floor immediately filling in response. Sarah turned and grinned, sliding halfway into my lap as her hands sought out Tracy’s body, Sarah’s lips meeting mine as I lowered my head to hers. She paused for a long moment and I felt her groan into my mouth as my hands found her hips and flicked gently over her waist. Her mouth tweaked up against mine as she grinned, then she moved on, ending up sitting in Tracy’s lap, her legs wrapped around her friend’s as her hands wandered over every inch of that crisp white shirt, leaving Tracy moaning once more. In a single smooth move Sarah stood gracefully, pulling Tracy up with her and the two moved onto the dance floor. I watched fascinated as Sarah played with her friend both physically and mentally, her skilled fingers shifting effortlessly from erotic tease to tickling dervish and back, never falling into a pattern, never giving Tracy a chance to anticipate what was coming and certainly never bringing her too close to her release. That was, after all, the single instruction I’d given her, “play as you will but make her cum and you’ll be screaming for forgiveness by nights end”.
The song surged on into another Nine Inch Nails track, then another and still another, all slow, pounding, sensuous songs that seemed to energise and inspire Sarah as she came up with ever more inventive ways to torment her victim. As a member of the bar staff passed with a tray full of drinks I saw Sarah’s hand shoot out and snag something from one of the glasses and despite myself I was shocked at just how quickly and smoothly she managed it. A few seconds later I realised what exactly it was she’d taken as Tracy’s head went back and she squirmed, hands moving up to her neck before Sarah grabbed them and pulled her hands down onto her hips. Grinning Sarah guided her friend around until Tracy’s back was towards me and I saw the streak of darker white that seemed to trace her spine through the shirt, the small lump trapped just above her backside expanding as the ice slowly melted away.
When they returned to the booth Sarah was practically glowing, her mind and body fired beyond belief at the very public display she’d put on. Tracy on the other hand was trembling, her body once more finding itself touching its limits, though her eyes were still clear as they sought mine, reassuring me she hadn’t yet reached her mental limit as she had done earlier. I gave both women a few minutes to cool down and, when I was pretty sure they were looking elsewhere, signalled one of the club owners to start the next part of the evening’s entertainment.
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About an hour later the bedroom door opened and I stepped quietly through into the corridor, glancing back to take another look at Sarah’s body, covered now by the duvet as she slept, a vision in the dim light filtering through the curtains. A smile came easily as I saw her turn and adjust at my presence, or lack of it. Always nice to know you’re missed after all. We’d certainly made enough noise working out the tensions of the day for Tracy to have heard enough to keep her on the edge of the precipice we’d left her hanging on earlier. Of course she wasn’t to know that only one of us had actually been granted release, as I always found my mind sharper and more aware when I was still anticipating that release than after it. Moving as silently as I could I slipped to the open door of the living room, glanced in and stopped dead.
Tracy was indeed still where we left her, naked and strapped down to the x-frame in the middle of the room but I’d never seen anyone so desperate for contact as she was at that moment. Despite the straps that held her securely in place she was writhing against the wood, hands clenching and relaxing as she reached up to find something, anything to free herself with. Her muscles rippled as she sought any weakness in her bonds, eyes and mouth wide open as she hovered in her very own erotic purgatory, trapped between heaven and hell, totally dependant on some outside influence to move on. For a moment I considered granting her the release her body so obviously craved, but something told me that deep down, she wouldn’t thank me for that act, not yet anyway. Tracy was the sort to always push her limits, always question her boundaries and I knew somehow she wasn’t yet at her breaking point.
Moving into the room I sat down beside her and placed my hands in hers. Instantly her hands grasped me tightly as she turned towards me with a sound that was part groan, part gasp, part growl. I slowly slid a leg over her thighs, letting the woollen dressing gown fall open as my bare skin touched hers. She was panting by the time I’d settled my weight across her, eyes locked onto my already-hard member with an intensity that both worried and thrilled me. Again I considered granting her relief, though for very different reasons now as I wondered what it would be like to slip inside her when she was this focused. I wavered for a moment, and then slid up her body to sit astride her hips, leaning down with her hands still grasping mine to kiss her. She met my lips with a hunger like none I’d ever known, and for a long time we stayed like that until finally air became an overriding priority and I pulled reluctantly away, both of us gasping to fill our lungs.
I tried to move away from this dazzlingly tempting vision of desperation, only to find her still gripping my hands tightly. Her eyes locked with mine and the pleading there was enough to take my breath away as effectively as her lips had done. I composed myself and slipped into the safety of my mask, bringing the personality I’d adopted around me like a cloak, raising an eyebrow with a small, knowing smile. Her only response was to grip harder and I lowered my head once more, this time aiming for her neck and shoulder. As soon as my lips made contact with that sweet skin I started lapping and nibbling, sending shockwaves through her system as her body reacted to the ticklish touch. She thrashed her head from side to side but with my cheek absorbing the impact she wasn’t going to shake me off that easily. Undaunted I moved down to the edge of her collarbone and worked my way along, assaulting her with my mouth as best I could. I made it about halfway before a shudder passed through her and her hands sprang open to release me.
Standing I walked down to her waist and reached down, probing her wetness for the cord connecting the stim-balls that still lurked within her. With one quick tug I pulled them out of her, the sensation causing her to arch her back with such force that the entire frame jumped off the ground and it was only my legs that braced it from falling over. She howled with need as she saw me straighten and I grinned down at her, placing the balls in her right hand, a deliberate attempt to use her own mind against her, as she contemplated what may have been if she hadn’t held me.
“Please…” she whispered, her jaw now clenched so tight I wondered if I’d hear her teeth grinding. It was the first word she’d spoken since I entered the room and I curled my legs under me as I sat by her shoulder, leaning over to whisper into her ear as I dialled my voice down as low as it would go.
“Please what?” I teased, feeling the complaint in my throat from being so far outside my natural range but ignoring it.
”Please…I…I need…”
“I know my love, I know. But I did explain what would happen to the both of you and I can’t go back on my word, you know that.”
”But…” She was close to tears now and I realised she did indeed need something, though I thought she might not realise what exactly it was she needed.
“Shh, shhh, it’s okay.” I murmured, bringing my voice up again, dropping the mask as I tried to reassure her she was still safe, still amongst friends not strangers, my hand brushing sweat-soaked hair away from her face.
“Steve…” It came as a gasp, and I wondered for a moment just how far the woman I knew had been buried under what we’d created.
“I’m here, look, look at me. Come on, come back to me…” I held her for a long moment, letting her break the contact first, waiting until she blinked and turned away, the nod so small a casual observer would have missed it completely. I waited a few more seconds before dropping back into character.
“I will however give you a way out. Tonight, at some point, I will give you a single chance for redemption, a task to complete. Or maybe I should say survive. Manage that and we’ll see what can be done.”
She didn’t say anything, just looked up at me and nodded once, slowly, deliberately, some of her old confidence back in her face and I reached over to kiss her once more, a gentle touch now, her passion once more under control as she rallied her strength, focused on what I’d just promised her. A way out and more importantly a chance to earn that freedom rather than simply being handed it.
I undid the straps holding her in place and lifted her body gently in my arms, moving her to the sofa and covering her body with the sheet that had previously hidden the frame and Sybian from view. Almost instantly she was asleep, and I settled into a padded chair to let both women get a brief rest before the evening. Reaching over I pulled a notepad out of my kit bag and started to jot down the day for future retelling, looking forward to the reaction from both women when they read it.
What seemed like minutes later, though a quick glance at the clock showed almost two hours had past, I heard a rumbling in the driveway that was clearly audible even through the double-glazing. Getting to my feet and slipping on a t-shirt and jeans I stepped to the front door and walked out to organise payment for my next surprise. Wandering back in I woke Sarah and told her what to wear for the evening and to help Tracy shower and dress, reminding her not, under any circumstances, to allow her friend the release she craved. Not that I though that would be a problem now, Tracy’s own pride would probably prevent her from even trying but it wouldn’t hurt to be vigilant.
Even with Sarah’s help it took Tracy over an hour to get ready, but the results were well worth it. A tight white shirt and short black skirt highlighted her gorgeous figure perfectly, her hair falling loose around her shoulders and a simple red lipstick the only decoration on her face. She really was a vision, an angel fallen to earth, yet was almost outdone by the devil standing next to her. Sarah was dressed head to foot in black, leather trousers so tight I’d have sworn she needed to sew herself into them. A see-through black lace top with a spider web design, long gloves that rose past her elbows to mid bicep and a black collar snug around her throat. Her blond hair was thrown backwards in a tight ponytail that lent just the right amount of severity to her image. The only splash of colour was a blood red corset pulled tight over the lace top, giving a tantalising glimpse of what lay beneath while never revealing any specifics. I was dressed far more simply, black jeans, shirt and shoes, a waistcoat mirroring Sarah’s corset in colour, not drawing the eye but somehow capturing it if it landed there. A quick glance and we headed out of the flat, the girls a step in front of me as I wanted to gauge their reaction.
There, in the middle of the driveway, was a black Honda NSX, gleaming in the streetlamps and far more suited to the occasion than my normal transport. I opened the door and indicated Tracy should get in first. She soon found out why as Sarah slid in on top of her, shuffling round until she was comfortably settled on her friends lap, the lack of rear seats not proving to be any real disadvantage. I slipped into the driver seat and turned the key, luxuriating in the bark from the V6 behind us. Pulling out onto the main road I pointed the car north and started to concentrate on the traffic, not wanting to dent a £60,000 supercar, even if it was only on loan for the evening.
We hadn’t gone more than a mile when I heard giggling next to me. Glancing over I saw Sarah’s fingers tucked firmly under Tracy’s armpits, letting the vibrations of the car move her fingertips over her friend’s now ultra-sensitive skin. With such an incentive I couldn’t resist and floored the accelerator, taking the car up to the top of the rev range and sending Tracy into a fit of the giggles that mingled with the glorious wail of the engine and for one long moment it seemed as if the car itself was doing the tickling, and from the sound of it, it was loving it.
The trip took maybe half an hour, the rise and fall of the car’s revs matched by the stream of giggles from the passenger seat. Finally we pulled up outside the nightclub, the bouncers checking my ticket before letting us slip into the reserved parking bay, and the reaction from those waiting to enter the club was incredible. There were a few stares at the car but they were nothing compared to the open-mouthed astonishment that greeted Sarah as she stepped out and swung gracefully onto my arm. That reaction was doubled a moment later as Tracy followed her and wrapped herself around my other side. Trying to maintain an air of detached interest I walked forward, as if having two devastating beauties accompanying me on an evening out was an everyday occurrence and we stepped inside the club.
The interior was, surprisingly, rather up market, with black leather sofas and chairs spread through the spacious single room, a well stocked bar taking up the entirety of the right wall, a large dance floor taking up the middle of the room with a stage against the back wall. Something veiled in shadow lurked at the far left, tucked against the wall and whatever it was had a fairly constant stream of patrons passing by and crowding around. Everyone was decked out in various combinations of rock music fashion and gothic dress, with a smattering of BDSM related costumes here and there in the masses. The place was maybe three quarters full and there had to be a few hundred people inside at the least. Whoever had set the music up had gone for a very heavy play list and the sounds of St Anger welcomed us as we placed our order at the bar before moving to a reserved corner booth.
Wood panels rose up around the half-circle sofa blocking the view into the booth from anywhere other than the straight-ahead position, providing privacy without isolating the occupants from the rest of the club. A low table, polished to an almost mirror finish, lay in front of the sofa and we carefully placed our drinks down as we watched the activity out on the dance floor. I’d ended up in between the two women and wondered what the scene looked like to someone glancing into the booth. I had a mental image of a real-life version of the cartoon ‘devil and angel’ discussion, with the devil whispering sweet nothings in my ear on one side, the angel trying to convince me to take the path of good in the other and couldn’t help smiling at the thought, especially as I already knew where my loyalties lay that night.
The music changed and the opening bars to Closer drifted over the club, the dance floor immediately filling in response. Sarah turned and grinned, sliding halfway into my lap as her hands sought out Tracy’s body, Sarah’s lips meeting mine as I lowered my head to hers. She paused for a long moment and I felt her groan into my mouth as my hands found her hips and flicked gently over her waist. Her mouth tweaked up against mine as she grinned, then she moved on, ending up sitting in Tracy’s lap, her legs wrapped around her friend’s as her hands wandered over every inch of that crisp white shirt, leaving Tracy moaning once more. In a single smooth move Sarah stood gracefully, pulling Tracy up with her and the two moved onto the dance floor. I watched fascinated as Sarah played with her friend both physically and mentally, her skilled fingers shifting effortlessly from erotic tease to tickling dervish and back, never falling into a pattern, never giving Tracy a chance to anticipate what was coming and certainly never bringing her too close to her release. That was, after all, the single instruction I’d given her, “play as you will but make her cum and you’ll be screaming for forgiveness by nights end”.
The song surged on into another Nine Inch Nails track, then another and still another, all slow, pounding, sensuous songs that seemed to energise and inspire Sarah as she came up with ever more inventive ways to torment her victim. As a member of the bar staff passed with a tray full of drinks I saw Sarah’s hand shoot out and snag something from one of the glasses and despite myself I was shocked at just how quickly and smoothly she managed it. A few seconds later I realised what exactly it was she’d taken as Tracy’s head went back and she squirmed, hands moving up to her neck before Sarah grabbed them and pulled her hands down onto her hips. Grinning Sarah guided her friend around until Tracy’s back was towards me and I saw the streak of darker white that seemed to trace her spine through the shirt, the small lump trapped just above her backside expanding as the ice slowly melted away.
When they returned to the booth Sarah was practically glowing, her mind and body fired beyond belief at the very public display she’d put on. Tracy on the other hand was trembling, her body once more finding itself touching its limits, though her eyes were still clear as they sought mine, reassuring me she hadn’t yet reached her mental limit as she had done earlier. I gave both women a few minutes to cool down and, when I was pretty sure they were looking elsewhere, signalled one of the club owners to start the next part of the evening’s entertainment.
This was erotic and funny, 
