Jasenia aka Lili and Brenda ...a no win Situation

Jasenia aka Lili and Brenda ...a no win Situation

Jasenia’s mind was dark. She was swimming in an ocean, but she didn’t need to breathe. Everything moved so slowly, and nothing was clear. She tried to focus her eyes, but it was not easy – it was almost as if something was keeping her drowsy, like she had been drugged. She tried to swim up, but she suddenly couldn’t move. Her arms began stretching out, away from her body. Her legs began to point down. She felt out of breath, and she sucked in a sharp gasp…

…and her body jerked awake. The sudden return to consciousness was startling, and she shrieked softly. Her shriek was muffled, and she knew something was wrong right away.

Tugging at her arms, she felt something wrapped tightly around them, from near her shoulders all the way to her fingers. It was dark and she couldn’t see, but it felt almost like saran wrap or shrink wrap, but thicker, as it was tacky and clingy and it held her arms fast against whatever it was she was restrained to. Her arms were out away from her body, straight out to the sides.

Jasenia’s legs were also unable to move. She felt the same kind of wrapping putting pressure on her legs, but it was somehow different, as though it weren’t directly touching her skin. She realized after a moment that under the wrapping she must be wearing stockings – thigh highs, specifically, as she felt nothing around her waist. She tried to call out for help, but her tongue was pressed into her mandible by a ballgag that was tightly buckled around her head. Her call for help came out as little more than a muffled squeak.

She didn’t remember the last time she wore thigh highs, and as she thought about this, she realized she was otherwise entirely naked! A strap was around her waist, securing her midsection to the…table? But that was it. She was suddenly very aware of the chill in the air as it blew gently over her naked torso. With the sudden embarrassment, she blushed, and her nipples began to stiffen.

She turned her head side to side and tried to look around, her shoulder length brown hair whirling around, but the room was pitch black. Her jaw ached a little from the ballgag, and she wondered how long she had been unconscious and tied up like this. She couldn’t move her fingers at all, her arms and legs were entirely immobile, and she couldn’t see at all. She tried to wiggle her toes, but to no avail – some kind of bar or obstruction was pressed against her toes, stretching them back and arching both of her nylon-covered feet. Aside from her head and the eighth of an inch she could wiggle her torso, she was going nowhere.

Jasenia hung there, vulnerable, helpless, and naked, trying to look around and mewling into the darkness for only a few minutes. She grew more and more terrified as each moment passed, and wondered if she would just starve to death there, unable to do anything about her predicament.

After what felt like ages, a soft click was heard from across the room. A door swung open fifteen feet in front of her, and the light from the other side of the door was blinding. Jasenia screamed into her gag, begging for help, that someone had captured her and put her in this horrible position, hoping that someone had come to rescue her.

But those kind of endings only come in fairy tales. The door swung shut loudly, its hinges creaking as it closed. The blinding light was gone, but soon it was replaced as the woman walking into the room flipped a light switch. Several fluorescent overhead lights exploded on, their bright white light filling the room instantly. Jasenia squinted and shut her brown eyes, the light painfully overloading her brain. She turned her head to the side involuntarily.

A soft hand grasped her chin as she squeezed her eyes shut, and forced her head to face forward. “Well, what have we here,” asked a female voice, “someone who has something I want.” Her hand was soft, but he held her face firmly, Her fingertips over the straps of Jasenia’s ballgag. She held her face forwards until she slowly blinked her eyes open, squinting and blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the bright lights in the room.

At first, she couldn’t see her despite the lighting. She was nothing but a blur to her, but soon her eyes focused and she could make out Her features. She stared straight at her with Her hazel eyes. Her hair was short and dark brown, that was trimmed and neat. Under different circumstances, she might find her to be cute – but right now, she was unable to move, entirely naked, and he seemed like he wasn’t going to ask her out on a date.

She let her go, and her head slumped a bit before she started to beg through her gag. Her pleads for release and her questions of “Why,” “Who are you,” and “Where am I” were little more than girlish squeaks and muffled vowels. He walked away from her, off to her right, and out of view.

“So, you’re wondering where you are and why I’ve brought you here, I’m sure. That information is irrelevant – here is what you need to know.” The woman pressed a switch on an out-of-view panel, and the whole contraption to which Jasenia was bound began to rotate, turning her to her left and towards what looked like a large window. She whimpered pathetically, expecting to be put on some sort of exhibition for a crowd. Her cheeks flushed red again.

“You won a lottery last month and cashed in your ticket for a lump sum payment of over nine million dollars. You have it stored in a large lockbox in a bank two towns over from here in Denver. You will tell me the location of the key to that lockbox, or else your lover will be punished rather severely.”

The tone of Her voice was powerful and authoritative, and the threat sent a chill down Jasenia’s spine.

Another click was heard from behind her, and the light in the room adjacent to theirs came on. The large window in front of Jasenia was now lit, and in the other room she could see her lover, Brenda, tightly bound to the same kind of device she was herself – a large table shaped like a person, with arms, legs, and a headrest. Brenda was strapped tightly to it, her arms, hands, and legs wrapped in a tight, black rubbery material. A strap around her waist kept her hips on the table and she was blindfolded. She was also wearing thigh highs, black ones, specifically, which were mostly hidden under the material around her legs. Her stockinged feet were exposed, and her toes were held back with a clear rod that stretched her feet out the same way Jasenia’s were. The only real difference was that Brenda’s table was horizontal – she was laying down, whereas Jasenia was in a vertical position, suspended on the table. The only discernable difference between Jasenia and her lover was the fact that Brenda’s hair was cut short and spiked, while Jasenia’s was shoulder length and wavy.

Ungagged, Brenda began to scream for help when she sensed the lights coming on. “Hey! Please let me go!! I don’t know who you are but I promise I won’t tell anyone! You can let me go, I won’t call the cops, I promise!!” She turned her head side to side, but the blindfold prevented vision, and after a few moments of trying to bargain, she whimpered and fell silent again.

“Maybe now you understand the seriousness of yours…situation,” the woman said. “I will give you one chance, and one chance only to tell me where your key is. Will you?” He walked around in front of Jasenia and looked into her eyes.

Jasenia’s mind worked on overdrive. She hadn’t seen her lover in days, and the last thing Brenda said to her was rather colorful, after a fight over a friend. She had called Jasenia a number of different names, most of which could not even be said on Cable TV. Besides, she was talking about nine million dollars! And someone would notice that she was missing – it was Thursday, right? Someone would notice she was out from work without having called out, and eventually start looking for her. She always left her phone on Location Mode, so if they really needed to, they could find her GPS coordinates, assuming her phone was nearby.

Jasenia felt defiant. This asshole was not going to get a dime from her, and she was sure that she wasn’t the type to do anything foolish like harm them. Despite her vulnerable state, she shook her head, her grin of defiance lost in the curve of her ballgag.

Her female captor didn’t seem surprised. She quickly turned around and said, “That’s what I thought.” She began walking towards to door. She was so quick to leave, it scared Jasenia, and she wondered if she had made the wrong choice. She tried to say, “Wait, come back!” to her, but her gag kept her from making any sense. The muffled words echoes off the walls of her room.

“Too late now. You don’t get another chance to say yes until I say so.” Shee opened the door, turned off the lights, and slammed it shut.

After several long, quiet minutes, the door to her lover’s captivity room was opened. She could hear every sound clear as a bell – a microphone must have been rigged in there, which transmitted the sounds of the room to an unseen speaker above Jasenia. Through the glass, she watched as her unnamed captor walked into the room, a large black duffel bag hanging off Her shoulder.

She walked near to Brenda’s bondage table, and she squealed in fear. Begging for freedom, she repeatedly asked her to let her go, that she’d done nothing wrong. Her pleas for release fell on deaf ears. The woman rested the duffel bag on the floor, just out of Jasenia’s sight, and unzipped it. Jasenia could hear the zip loud and clear.

The woman spoke to the helpless, naked, vulnerable twin lover. “Brenda, what you’re about to be put through is because of your lover. She had a chance to save you and have you released, but she refused to allow it. She thought you were not worth her money, that you should suffer for her greed.” Brenda cringed, then screamed at the woman.

“What did you do to my lover!! I swear to God, I will kill you if you hurt her!” Her sudden burst of courage seemed uncharacteristic, and she quickly calmed down, meekly saying, “please, please don’t hurt us, she’d never do something to put me in danger! Please!”

The woman only smiled. “Jasenia can hear every word you say. She’s doing nothing to stop me.”

Jasenia screamed from behind her ballgag in the next room, knowing now that this girl meant business. She expected her poor helpless lover to be murdered or raped, or both. A heavy pit of sorrow sank into her stomach as she thought of all the horrible things that might now happen to her estranged lover, all because she was greedy and bold.

Her fears diminished when she saw the first thing the woman took from Her duffel bag. Instead of a knife or a gun, he took out a long white feather. Jasenia watched intently as she tried to figure out what he might do with it…

“Oh, no,” she thought. “she’s going to…tickle her.” For all the guilt she felt for her lover, she was somewhat glad it was Brenda and not her being ‘punished.’ Jasenia knew she was incredibly ticklish all over, from her neck and earlobes, her underarms and ribcage, all the way down to the bottoms of her smooth feet. It was the one thing she could never stand, and she never understood why everyone found it so fucking funny.

She also knew that her lover was just as sensitive. Occasionally, they’d get into tickle fights when they had an argument, and both of them would end up collapsed on the floor in a heap of girlish giggles after a while, neither of them ever remembering what they were originally fighting about. Jasenia hated it even to this day, and had a hard time staying with a girlfriend because of it.

Jasenia’s eyes grew wide as she watched the woman approach her lover with the long, white, stiff feather. Brenda had no idea what was coming to her, and Jasenia couldn’t do anything to stop it or even warn her lover. She cringed as the feather made contact with Brenda’s outstretched left underarm and began to slide down her naked flesh.

Brenda squealed in surprise and ticklishness as the tendrils of the feather began their course along her ribcage. From the pit of her underarm down to her waist, then across her tummy and back up her right side the feather slid, eliciting a high pitched squeal from the poor helpless girl. She began to beg already, knowing that this was only the beginning.

“No no no no no, please don’t, no don’t tickle meeeee!!!!” The last bit of her sentence was drawn out as the feather slide back down her side and retraced it’s trail in the opposite direction. She giggled frantically as the tip of the feather began to swirl in her smooth shaven left underarm, the tip of the feather just barely grazing her skin. Her hear swiveled to the other side as if to shy away from the sensation.

The woman was intent on making her suffer. The feather danced in her creamy smooth underarm, swirling, circling, figure-eighting across her delicate skin. Brenda shrieked and squirmed, unable to do anything at all to cease the sensation. She giggled, laughed, and begged for this not to be her fate, anything but tickling. The feather danced along her flesh carelessly, and her captor had a cruel look of intent on Her face.

Several minutes went by, and the evil woman slid the feather along her sides and into each underarm, spending long, agonizing moments teasing and tickling Brenda’s underarms. The cruel feather seemed like an extension of Her hand, effortlessly causing the poor girl to squeal and giggle madly, her head tossing left and right over and over again as she tried desperately to block out the intense sensations.

After a bit, the woman paused only for a moment, to reach into the bag again and obtain a second feather. She went right back to work as Brenda’s pleas for mercy began again, begging like the helpless little wowoman she was for the tickling to stop. A feather in each armpit, poor Brenda struggled to form words as they swirled and stroked her sensitive skin. The ticklish sensations shocked her nerves as her lover, bound tightly in the other room, watched in horror.

Jasenia couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her helpless lover, who looked almost identical to herself, was being cruelly tickle tortured for money? How long would this go on? Would this woman really be willing to tickle her until her lover gave in? Or would he tire?

Or would it get worse?

As Jasenia realized that last thought, another chill shot through her body. “No,” she thought, “tickling her won’t make me give it up. I’m strong, and I know my lover is as well, I am sure we’ll hold out until someone finds us!”

While Jasenia was finishing that thought, the woman in the next room brought Her feather torture of Brenda’s smooth underarms to an end. He gave her armpits one final flick of the feathertips, and put them back in the bag. Brenda’s chest rose and fell repeatedly, rapidly, as if she’d just run a mile. Her nipples were standing stiff and her neck was flush with pink from the exertion. She actually began thanking the woman. “Oh, god…thank you…please, no more, I am too ticklish, please…”

Her break was short lived, however. Only a few moments later, the woman had repositioned herself, standing above Brenda, near her head. With no warning, she reached down with both hands and began to pinch and tickle her naked, stretched out ribs. Brenda screamed loudly, her head coming up off the headrest of her table as she erupted into laughter. Her torturer’s fingertips rapidly prodded along her bare flesh, wiggling against her ribs and stroking from front to back. She tickled up and down her helpless upperbody, from just under her armpits down to her lower ribs, then back up.

Every few moments, he’d change tactics. She’d use prodding, wiggling motions with the tips of Her fingers for a while, then he’d spider Her hands and use Her nails more, scratching and stroking her ribs. The poor girl’s laughter was frantic; Brenda screamed and gasped, her perky breasts jiggling as her chest heaved, her nipples standing straight up at attention. Her mouth hung open as she laughed hysterically, drawing in sharp, short breaths, the air being forced out just as quickly with her maddening laughter.

“OOH GOD AAHAHAHAHAHAAA gasp PLEASE PLEAPLEEEEAHAHAHAH!!” Brenda screamed as the tickle torture continued. Jasenia couldn’t believe what she was watching. All of this was just because she wouldn’t tell the woman where her lockbox key was? There had to be more to it than that, she thought to herself. “NO NO NO AAAHAHAHAHAHA I’LL DO ANYTHING gasp, PLEASE MAKE IT STAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAP!” Brenda wailed in the throes of her ticklish torture.

Brenda would have curled her toes if she could, but her stockinged feet were locked into place, unable to even wiggle. Little did Jasenia know that this was going to come to an end no time soon, and that her poor helpless, naked lover’s tickling was only beginning.

Several long, agonizing minutes later, the cruel, evil tickle torturer finally gave poor Brenda a break. Residual giggles and laughter dribbled from her lips as she calmed down from the tickles. She slumped in her tight, effective restraints, her head lolling to one side as she tried to catch her breath. She softly begged, her energy sapped. “Please….oh god, hehehe…please don’t do that again…oh, my god..”

The woman looked down at her lovely nude body and smiled, then turned to the window into Jasenia’s room. She left Brenda’s room and quickly opened to door to her lover’s, walking towards Jasenia briskly. Jasenia bristled and quivered, hoping against all hope that he wouldn’t turn Her torturous attentions to her and make her scream like that.

She boomed at her, “Tell me where they key is NOW!” Jasenia would have jumped back away from her had she been physically able to, and her fear paralyzed her. Just the thought of being tortured like that shook her entire mindset, and she froze up. She wanted so badly to say, “Yes, yes, I’ll tell you where it is, it’s in my bedroom!!” But her terror wouldn’t allow it, nor would her ballgag. She simply stared in terror at the woman as he waited for her response, unable to make a sound, voluntary or otherwise, her big brown eyes wide as dinner plates.

The woman waited only a few seconds before Her patience seemed to wear thin. “Fine, have it your way,” she said, and she quickly disappeared behind her. Jasenia heard her rummaging through something, through she was out of view, and jumped in her restraints when she felt Her hands reaching around her right thigh.

She shrieked, the first sound she’d been able to make in sometime, not wanting this woman to violate her. Her thigh quivered as she tugged on her restraints, but tHer did not deter the woman at all. She buckled some sort of strap or belt around her upper thigh, then another one around her other leg. She also attached a pair of clasps to the belt around her waist, then she disappeared again.

Jasenia heard her moving behind her bondage table, and she heard a slick sound, as if the woman were rubbing something wet between Her hands. The sound only lasted a few moments, and a sudden cold sensation between her legs made her shriek in surprise and shame.

The woman slid a vibrator roughly inside her womanhood. She had lathered it up with lubricant so as to avoid friction, and it slid easily inside her, filling her pussy almost instantly. She screamed through her ballgag and thrashed her head back and forth; it was violating and demeaning, and goddamnit it was cold! The lubricant felt almost like it had been in the refrigerator! She clenched her eyes shut as the vibrator was fastened into place. She quivered at the sensation of cold and shame that coursed through her body. She hated this woman, and she wanted this to end.

As the woman stood up, holding a small remote with a dial on it on one hand, Jasenia pleaded through her gag. “Please”, she tried to say, “stop this and let me go! I’ll tell you what you want to know!” Of course, it only came out as a muffled string of unintelligible sounds. The woman smiled.

As she turned and walked away, she said over Her shoulder, “Too late now. You’re in this for the long haul.” She slammed the door shut behind her as she left the room.

Jasenia hung there for several long minutes. The vibrator, though perfectly still, was everpresent in her mind. The lubricant that he used to slide it into her had warmed up nicely, but she still hated it. She felt so violated, so helpless, so ashamed. And to make things worse, the damned thing was buckled in – no amount of muscle flexing or quivering would shake it loose! She tried flexing her keagel muscles to push it out, but that only served to send unwanted waves of pleasure through her body.

The light was on in the other room, and her lover lay there, still breathing heavier than normal, her mouth open a tiny bit. She said nothing, only laying there helplessly as the door to her room opened again. In walked their captor, with that remote control in Her hand. She rested it on Brenda’s tummy, placing it there while she walked down to the end of the table, near her helplessly stretched, nyloned soles.

Brenda whimpered. Both she and her lover in the other room knew that begging and asking for mercy was a lost cause now. Brenda squealed as the woman’s index finger slip along her left stockinged sole. She started it near her heel and trailed it slowly up her stretched arch, ending the trail just below her toe stems. She squealed again when he did the same thing to her other foot. She suddenly screamed, a loud, long scream as the woman used all ten fingertips to begin scribbling along her smooth, helpless, ticklish nyloned arches.

Trying to buck off the table, she squirmed and wiggled madly. Jasenia knew that her own most ticklish spot was her feet, and she could only imagine how sensitive her lover’s were. The cruel fingertips stroked up and down along the smooth surface of poor Brenda’s soles and she laughed hysterically into the cool air of the room.

“NOOOO NOT MY FEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEET!! gasp AAAAAAAAH GOD NO gaspPLEEEEHEEHEEHEAAHAHAHAHASEEE!! gasp AAAHAHAHA OH I’LL DO ANYTHING PLEASSSE!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, her head thrashing back and forth rapidly, side to side as she laughed loud and long. The fingertips slid up and down, covering her poor ticklish arches, stroking effortlessly along the immobile and super-sensitive soles.

This went on for several long, arduous minutes; Brenda screaming with agonized laughter, the evil woman sliding Her fingers along her still, stockinged soles, Jasenia watching helplessly from the other room. For a while, Jasenia had forgotten all about the vibrator that was lodged inside her – until her poor lover’s laughter and gyrating tummy made the remote fall from her and onto the floor.

The woman stopped tickling, but Brenda continued laughing. Her body quivered and shook with residual sensations as the woman picked up the remote. She turned the dial ever so slightly to the right, and Jasenia shrieked with surprise as the vibrator inside her began to buzz. She whimpered pitifully while it vibrated, buzzing softly inside her involuntarily slick vagina.

Over the sound of the vibrator, she heard another noise. It sounded almost like an egg timer. Watching the woman as she placed the remote on a nearby table, she realized what the sound was, and what it meant for her.

She had seen it online once while browsing from her bedroom computer. Someone had designed a remote control for a vibrator that gradually increased the power of the toy over time. By turning it on, you started it on the lowest setting. Over the course of several minutes, the remote would send stronger and stronger signals to the vibrator it was associated with, causing it to pleasure the “wearer” more and more until climax, when the wearer could then turn it off. However, since Jasenia wasn’t in control of the remote, she know that mean only one thing – unless her captor turned it off, it would get more and more powerful until it reached it’s highest setting, and there it would stay.

Jasenia fought to ignore the sensations that so starkly contrasted the way she felt. The vibrator, buzzing softly and quietly, was sending tiny ripples of pleasure through her thighs and tummy. As much as she hated watching her lover’s torture, she just couldn’t look away, and the shame and helplessness she felt conflicted with the pleasure forcing it’s way into her womanhood.

After only a second or two, the woman went back to tickling the poor helpless feet of Brenda. She erupted into renewed screams of agony as lightning bolts of ticklishness shot up her legs and into her mind. She didn’t even bother begging or pleading anymore, she simply laughed and laughed and laughed. Gasping for breath between the staccato waves of laughter, she wheezed and coughed occasionally as the tickle torture of her nyloned soles went on and on.

Meanwhile, next door, Jasenia was having trouble concentrating. She tried so hard to focus on her anger and hate for tHer woman, but the vibrator buzzing between her legs was getting stronger. She watched the woman as he slid Her fingertips up and down her lover’s helpless soles, stroking her arches and scratching under her held-back toes. She listened to Brenda’s tortured laughter and involuntarily thought about how it would feel to be tickled that mercilessly. Her attention faded from her anger and the sensations in her womanhood intensified, causing her to crotch to moisten with her own juices of arousal. She began to breathe heavier, to gasp against her gag, to mewl in sexual arousal. The constantly buzzing vibrator just kept giving her pleasure, and it was nearly impossible to ignore it.

As her pleasure mounted, she realized something. Looking at the woman who was torturing her lover, she noticed a strap-on sticking out the front of Her jeans. She wasn’t just in this for the money, he was getting Her rocks off too! And immediately on the tail of that thought, a new fear entered her mind.

“Oh no, she’s going to rape Brenda!”

As if the woman had heard her thoughts, she leaned down between the outstretched legs of Her helpless victim. Jasenia screamed for her not to, but she began to slide Her tongue up and down along Brenda’s bare, shaved pussy lips. She stroked Her wet tongue up and down along her womanhood as she tickled her feet with both hands, and Brenda’s laughter was very suddenly interrupted by a long, loud moan of pleasure. Jasenia couldn’t believe her lover was enjoying the attention, given that it was all under such horrible, illegal circumstances.

Of course, she couldn’t ignore her own pleasurable feelings. Jasenia could feel her own clit, very aware of how horny she was. Unable to admit to herself that she wanted to feel Her tongue on her pussy she struggled against her restraints, trying again to free herself, or to just wiggle the vibrator loose. By now, the power of the vibe had increased quite a bit, and flexing her ab muscles only made her grind against it. Sharp pleasure shot through her body with every motion and she was forced to give in to the pleasure.

Slumping against her restraints again, she watched as the woman’s tongue invaded her lover’s pussy and Her fingertips stroked up and down her nylon covered soles. In her shame, tears began to well up in Jasenia’s eyes. They welled up even faster when the woman stopped licking her lover’s pussy and used one hand guide the strap-on and Jasenia began to bawl tears as she forcefully slammed Her strap-on into Brenda’s now-soaked pussy.

Brenda screamed at the top of her lung, both in surprise and forced pleasure, as the strap-on slammed deep into her. She gasped as she thrusted in and out of her, and she was only able to whimper out a couple “please” and “no”s before giving in entirely to the sensation. Jasenia could only imagine how her mind must be swimming now.

Jasenia began to scream. The pleasure that was driving up through her body was unbearable, and tears were flowing down her face from the shame of having to watch her lover be so brutally violated. Screaming over and over, her throat began to feel sore as her first orgasm began to rip through her body. She clenched her eyes shut as she listened to her lover’s cries of forced pleasure, and tears rolled down her cheeks as her body shook in climax. For several long seconds, her abs clenched and her pussy quivered around the slick, buzzing vibrator, her pent up, forced sexual frustration releasing.

Yet, it was not over. The vibrator was still not to full power yet, and the woman was not finished with the two. She could hear Jasenia’s screams from the other room, and as she thrusted her stap-on in and out of Brenda’s tight, quivering pussy, she reached down with both hands and began to tickle her – hard.

Her hands started on her waist. She lobster clawed her hips and dug Her fingers and thumbs under her hipbones, making Brenda scream in intense ticklish agony. Her hands then scribbled up her ribs, prodding and wiggling their fingertips along her helpless, naked flesh and into her underarms, where they swirled and scratched her smooth, ticklish pits.

Brenda began to cry. Tears moistened her blindfold and her voice began to wail as she screamed in ticklish laughter and forced sexual pleasure. Her voice was becoming hoarse as this went on, and she was unable to help the coming climax that threatened to rock her naked, helpless, exhausted body.

Jasenia, still slumped in her bondage, continued to scream as the vibrator between her legs reached it’s full strength. Drool hung down from her lips, resting on her bare breasts. Her own mind was swimming, the room spinning around her. She could barely make out the sight of her lover being fucked and tickle tortured against her will, but she could clearly hear her scream of desperate, tired agony and pleasure. She also could clearly hear the woman torturing her making grunting noises, and she knew this was going to come to an end soon. The powerfully buzzing vibrator between her legs made her abs tense involuntarily once again, and she let out one final, muffled, scream of desperate pleasure as her second orgasm rushed through her body.

Spurred on by the screams of two desperate women, the woman thrusted harder and harder into Brenda’s pussy, tickling her ribs mercilessly. She could feel Brenda’s pussy quivering again, and she pounded into her over and over, grunting loudly as she began to orgasm. She forced the strap-on deep in Brenda’s pussy as she orgasmed at the same time, her pussy clenching tightly around Her thrusting strap-on. For several seconds, the two orgasmed together, the woman no longer tickling her exhausted body and just thrusting herself in and out of her.

Brenda’s head lolled to the side and her screams ceased. She had fallen unconscious. The intense combination of tickling and pleasure was too much for her to bear, and she laid there, still. The woman slid the strap-on out of her pussy and it dripped with Brenda’s arousal juice, and she pulled the strap-on off. Reaching for the remote for Jasenia’s vibrator, she turned it off.

Jasenia’s head hung limply down, her chin resting on her heated chest. She couldn’t move a muscle even if she weren’t tied up so tightly. After only a few moments, she heard the door to her room open, and the woman walked in.

“Where is it,” he asked, in a soft, low voice. She unbuckled Jasenia’s ballgag, and she slowly smacked her lips together, swallowing the spit that had collected.

“I…..” she began, “…..it’s in my….my pillowcase….”

Then, she slept.

Very nice!!! Welcome back my friend. This was a devious brutal tickle torture. haha