TheJTickler
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The army of light
Claire Bennet and her roommate Gretchen. Takes place after Acceptance.
This was a first for Claire Bennet. Kissing a girl. Gretchen Berg pressed her lips against Claire and felt warmth pulsating through her body. Claire hadn't felt like this for a long time. Since Alex Woolsey and West Rosen. She enjoyed the feelings that came with a new romance.
The kiss ended and both looked uncertainly at the other. Claire spoke first. "I... I need this to be about dating not lust!" Claire surprised herself at her statement. Gretchen nodded. "I have emotional manipulation powers!" she blurted out. Claire nodded. "I thought so!" she stated. They both looked at each other for a while and then burst out laughing.
The laughter settled and Claire found herself on top of Gretchen. Claire leant in and kissed her neck. Gretchen moaned softly. Claire loved the soft tingling soft. It felt velvety soft. Like silk. Claire felt Gretchen's hands wandering around her jeans, squeezing her cheeks. This was getting serious. She stopped kissing her neck and undid her jeans.
Gretchen watched in awe as blue panties came into her sight. She licked her lips as she watched Claire shimmied out of her jeans. Her eyes were glued to the blue panties and she bit her lip nervously. Never had she been more aroused. "Hey sexy, up here!" declared Claire. Gretchen watched in awe struck as Claire removed her shirt exposing a matching blue bra. Claire turned on all 4 fours, wiggling her blue panty clad bottom. Gretchen could only stare. "Gretch, take off my panties!" commanded Claire. Gretchen pulled them down quickly, eyeing the beautiful round bottom before her.
"Spank me!" cried Claire. "Claire?" asked a confused Gretchen. "Spank my butt, Gretch!" pleaded Claire. Gretchen smiled. She held out her hand and landed it on Claire's left cheek. A red mark appeared and then instantly healed. "Again, please!" begged Claire. Gretchen took Claire unto her lap and set herself to work.
"WHACK!" to the right cheek. "WHACK" again to the right cheek. "WHACK!" to the right cheek a third time, before she landed two on Claire's right. This was one of the most arousing events of Gretchen's young life. She enjoyed the striking of Claire's round, firm bottom. The best part was Claire's speedy ability to heal. This beautiful, sexy round globes bouncing, reddening and healing under a firm hand.
Claire could do this all day. She was so pleased she could feel pain again. The discipline reminded her that she was still human. That she could still feel. And of course, the delicious sensations and arousal that came with being spanking didn’t hurt either. Claire often wondered how much spanking she could endure. She was looking forward to finding out as she removed her bra.
Gretchen picked up the pace as she landed blow after blow into Claire’s quivering bottom. Strike after strike bit into Claire’s soft skin. “SMACK!” the hand flew against her left cheek. Claire felt herself shake. Claire she certain that Gretchen was a closet lesbian dominatrix. A second spank caused her to moan happily. Monica’s hands went out and began to massage her flanks. Claire shook violently, trying to hold in the laughter. A third spank in the area between the cheeks causing her to cry out. Claire felt delight that Gretchen was causing her pain. The pain felt delicious as Gretchen’s hand pleased her with assault after assault.
Claire massaged her breasts as Gretchen struck her behind repeatedly. She felt the hardness of her nipples as she tweaked them, her pussy growing wetter and wetter. Claire decided that this would become a regular feature of their relationship. Feeling that beautiful burn across her cheeks, Claire wondered if giving was even half as good as receiving. She moaned as Gretchen reached for something in her backpack.
Dawn Summers went through the list of receipts. Truly this was the dullest work imaginable. Primahearst, the company started by the evolved human Robert James Smythe, was booming since its merger with the Watchers Council. And still heavy work was beng done. Smythe's ability of empathic absorption made him a dangerous enemy to cross. But there were compensations, namely the pretty Daphne Millbrook to keep her company.
The relationship between the evolved humans and The Slayers was remarkably efficient. Faith Lehane had found a new companion in the unstable Elle Bishop, Smythe's half sister; while Andrew was getting close to the sexy Simone Deveaux. Of course, none of this made her forget those who were gone, like her ex-boyfriend Xander Harris or his fiancee Anya. Like Tara Maclay, her foster mother who she loved dearly or her "biological" mother Joyce who had died of a brain tumor. Still since the war against Twilight and the hatred between ordinary humans and the Slayers, it was nice to get settled into a routine.
"God, this is boring. We should go for a nice run around the place!" suggested Daphne. Dawn shook her head, grinining. "Pretty sure, your cousin didn't bring you and your cousin back from the dead to go for runs or walks!" quipped Dawn. Daphne shook her head in return. "Rob isn't always there. Plucking Elle and I from his head and gives us bods, was the least he could do. Sides, why should trade one prison for another? Unless you have something, I might want...." teased Daphne, dragging her finger across Dawn's bare left leg. Dawn suppress a moan.
“Come, Dawny; you know you want to.” suggested Daphne, who moved her hand under Dawn’s leg to find her wet pink panties. “Oh!” moaned Dawn. “Give in, Dawny. Let’s mmmmmm!” proposed Daphne, before Dawns’ tongue entered her mouth. They fell to the ground, Daphne’s hand massaging Dawn’s panty clad pussy, while the other squeezed her cheeks. She felt Dawn’s hands go under her t-shirt and rub her aroused breasts.
“I think we can meet those requirements Miss Harper.” Declared Adelle De Witt. “Thank you so much. I look forward to meeting them!” expressed Miss Harper. “Not a problem, Miss Harper!” responded Adelle De Witt. Judith Harper walked out of the Dollhouse, pleased as punch. She was now certain she would know the truth whether or not she was a bisexual or simply bi-curious. And the girls on offer were so pretty. They would help her forget what had happened with Cindi.
“So, looks like Echo and Sierra have an assignment of the SAPPHIC kind!” exclaimed a gleeful Topher Brink. His assistant Ivy could only utter ugh in response. “So need a guy assistant!” stated Topher as he got the machine ready.
As he prepared the machine for the necessary transformations, he could help but look at his sexy assistant. On a level that disgusted him, he wished she was an active; he could keep with him forever. She was the epitome of cute and luscious. He would forever deny his feelings for his sexy assistant and be content just to be snarky co-workers. But everyday, he wished it was different.
As Echo came in for her treatment, with her new handler Darryl, with her former handler; the head of security Boyd watching on, Topher could not help but think about the strange tattoo on Ivy’s right arm. “Ivy, you want to help over here?” offered Topher. Ivy blinked with surprise before going over to him. “You’re actually going to let me do something? Ok, who are you and where is the real insufferable Topher Brink?” she teased. “Hey, you got to learn sometime!” he quipped, internally wounded by her description of him as insufferable. “Thanks, Topher!” she stated. He felt desire being around her great beauty. He controlled himself. The job comes first.
The machine did its work and Echo became Mandy Candy, a beautiful dominatrix. Echo left with Darryl as Echo’s fellow Active Sierra walked in. Sierra, Echo, Victor and November were like a clique. A pack as Topher described them. A pack that once had the dreaded Active Alpha instead of Sierra at its head. Sierra walked into the machine. As usual, Topher programmed the machine, but again handed the control over to Ivy when it was done. He felt giddy, standing behind her, feeling the perfume of her neck all around him.
Sierra was now Terry Cherry, another beautiful dominatrix and partner in both work and intimacy of Mandy Candy. Topher was certain that both were more than adequate of fulfilling whatever needs the client might have. But his focus was rather on the extremely sexy Ivy. Topher decided it was time for his relationship with Ivy to change. “So Ivy, I was wondering…do you like Indian food?” he asked.
Charlie was still reeling from the news that Sherri, his ex girlfriend was now with Lisa his most recent ex girlfriend; when Judith came to the door. “Hello, Charlie. Here’s Jake. Have a nice time with Uncle Charlie, Jake!” declared Judith as she delivered her son and went to leave. “Hey, wait a minute; you can’t just drop the kid….” “CHARLIE; I NEED SOME ALONE TIME! IS THAT OK WITH YOU? OR PERHAPS I SHOULD CALL YOUR MOTHER AND WE CAN DISCUSS……” interrupted an angry Judith. “No, no; no. That’s fine. Just wondering is all.” Exclaimed Charlie. "Goodbye, honey. Mommy loves you. Bye, Charlie!” expressed Judith as she left the Malibu mansion.
“Sorry about this, Uncle Charlie; but Mum has a date with some girl called Mandy!” said Jake. “That’s ok, buddy. So your Mum’s date, what does she look like?” asked a curious Charlie. “Don’t know, so what’s for dinner?” asked Jake. “Well I was going to have Coq au vin, you can have some if you want!” responded Charlie. “I’d rather have some chicken!” replied Jake. “You should have rockmelon, it would fit with your rock hard head!” muttered Charlie as he went to kitchen.
Judith was practically jumped, up and down, she was so excited. After the break-up with “Greg” Herb Melnick; she was concerned she would ever find anyone. But the thought of what the two girls would do to her, filled her mind with thoughts of a carnal nature. She checked her hair again. Her lacy amaranth lingerie with a brink pink waistband showed off the flatness of her waist. She hoped they would see her as sexy. She waited on the bed which she had covered in rose petals, getting wetter at the minute at the thought of them entering. At this point, she was fairly certain she preferred women to men. She hoped the experience would live up to expectations.
Mandy and Terry entered the hotel room. It was extremely cosy and clean, except for the tulip petals leading towards the bedroom. “Come out, little ***** or you will be in big troub-ble!” claimed terry. Giggles could be heard from the bedroom. The two girls smiled as she walked towards the bedroom. Judith leapt up to wrap her arms around Terry who pushed her down. “Bad slave! On all fours, now!” demanded Terry. Judith eagerly obeyed. Mandy nodded to Terry who took off her backpack. She took out a crop and slapped it against her hand.
Judith felt exhilaration beyond anything she had experienced. She was going to be spanked by two very sexy girls. At this moment, she knew for certain, women and men would be her interest. Mandy crawled unto the bed and took hold of Judith’s waistband. “You’re a naughty, wet, little slut aren’t you?” she asked whispered into Judith’s ear. Judith could barely hold back her excitement and joy as she quiveringly replied “Yes, mistress Mandy. I am naughty and bad and I deserved to punished!”
Mandy reached between her legs with her left hand. Her hands were inside black leather gloves and Judith’s feelings were revealed by the quantity of flavour, dripping from her slit. “You feel like a giser, you naughty *****!” she whispered again into her ear. Judith almost lost control right there and then, gasping. “Terry, I think our ***** wants a spanking!” declared Mandy. Judith could help but nodded and then felt a gentle rub against the lips of her pussy. It was too much and Judith felt her body quiver as liquid juices poured out of her. Mandy’s response was to pull her panties down to her knees. “We have a gusher, Terry!” stated Mandy.
Terry crawled on to the bed and grabbed Judith’s arms. Judith didn’t resist enjoying the feel of her arms restrained. Mandy made her way of the bed, her leather corset showing a rather shapely bottom, that Judith was barely able to spy. She reached into the backpack and took out some rope. Judith felt close to another wave, and it took all her strength to avoid this as Mandy returned with the rope. Mandy and Terry worked in synch to bind Judith’s arms to the top of the bedposts. This forced her from an all fours to a kneeling position. Mandy and Terry glided their fingers from her fingers down her body. Judith bit her lips to avoid laughing, how it tickled.
Terry whispered in her ear “You’re very ticklish, aren’t you Judith?” “Heheheyeshehehe!” giggled Judith. Mandy climbed behind her, lifting her hair to kiss the back of her neck. Judith’s body went rigid as she once again lost control of her body and exploded in orgasm. When she thought of how much work Alan and Greg had to do to accomplish this, it confirmed to her that she would try to get a woman in her life again. She felt Mandy remove her bra, massaging the back as she did so. She moaned and giggled as her breasts were free.
Mandy and Terry dug their heads against her underarms, causing her to squeal before they licked at her breasts. Judith’s eyes rolled back at the pleasure. They licked around the breasts before they began to suck them. Judith couldn’t remember the last time she felt such pleasure. The two girls were pleasing her body sucking on her breasts, while their hands scratched her ribcage causing her to buck. Judith loathed tickling and she hoped this was not a pattern. She felt Terry leave her left breast as she lowered herself to her thighs and began to kiss and explore them, her hands lightly flicking her opening.
Judith felt an avalanche of sensation seized up her body and once again, the pleasure overwhelmed her and she experienced her third orgasm. “We have a very naughty girl, Mandy!” expressed Terry. “I couldn’t agree more, Terry. Let’s teach the little witch bitch some manners!” concluded Mandy. Terry reached for Judith’s feet, pining her legs with her legs and began stroking her soles. Judith burst with hysterical laughter, delighting the two dominatrixes. Mandy reached for rope in the backpack. She grinned at the possibilities of what they would do to Judith.
Judith gasped, drinking in all the fresh air. However she felt herself being lifted as the two girls bounded her ankles with rope. She felt her legs spread across as the ropes attached to her ankles were secured at different ends of the bedpost. She was now upside down, spread eagle and naked. She felt exhilaration and fear mixed into one. Terry reached into the backpack, pleased with what she had found. Mandy took this time to torment Judith. “You are such a naughty girl, bitchy Judith. We are going to work you over, bad, you little slut *****. We will teach you to come, like a wanton little bitch. You will come when we say you come. Not before!”
Terry reached over Judith's face, binding a blindfold across her eyes. Judith fought again to regain control. She was simply aroused as much as any of her ex brother in law's bimbos. She felt a gentle scratch across her ribs, that caused her to squeal. "Oh good, god. Please just spank me! Not tickling, please!" she prayed. Mandy reached for her ankles, breathing on top of her smooth soles. Judith shivered. Terry climbed on top of her and began to explore her lower belly. Judith's reaction was an earth shattering scream. "HAHAHAHAHHAPLEASEHAHAHAHAHA!"
Mandy smiled as she slowly ran a finger down each of her soles. Judith's face went red with laughter. Mandy licked her lips as she gently stroked each sole. She was amazed at the texture of each foot, so soft and supple. Tickling a misbehaving little bitch like Judith was the onyl way to discipline the miserable, naughty ****. Terry explored the softness of her lower belly, slowly blowing on her belly button. This kind of discipline, what the submissive feared the most was the best way to get the most out of the stubborn little witches. It was an art form to subjugate and instruct with both love and pain.
“YESS!!!!!!!” cried Claire as Gretchen used her hairbrush to colour the white bottom of the sexy cheerleader. The power, the sexiness of Claire’s rear, the sensations was making Gretchen so horny. She felt drool near the side of her mouth. Claire’s sexy flesh bouncing across her lap.
To be continued
Claire Bennet and her roommate Gretchen. Takes place after Acceptance.
This was a first for Claire Bennet. Kissing a girl. Gretchen Berg pressed her lips against Claire and felt warmth pulsating through her body. Claire hadn't felt like this for a long time. Since Alex Woolsey and West Rosen. She enjoyed the feelings that came with a new romance.
The kiss ended and both looked uncertainly at the other. Claire spoke first. "I... I need this to be about dating not lust!" Claire surprised herself at her statement. Gretchen nodded. "I have emotional manipulation powers!" she blurted out. Claire nodded. "I thought so!" she stated. They both looked at each other for a while and then burst out laughing.
The laughter settled and Claire found herself on top of Gretchen. Claire leant in and kissed her neck. Gretchen moaned softly. Claire loved the soft tingling soft. It felt velvety soft. Like silk. Claire felt Gretchen's hands wandering around her jeans, squeezing her cheeks. This was getting serious. She stopped kissing her neck and undid her jeans.
Gretchen watched in awe as blue panties came into her sight. She licked her lips as she watched Claire shimmied out of her jeans. Her eyes were glued to the blue panties and she bit her lip nervously. Never had she been more aroused. "Hey sexy, up here!" declared Claire. Gretchen watched in awe struck as Claire removed her shirt exposing a matching blue bra. Claire turned on all 4 fours, wiggling her blue panty clad bottom. Gretchen could only stare. "Gretch, take off my panties!" commanded Claire. Gretchen pulled them down quickly, eyeing the beautiful round bottom before her.
"Spank me!" cried Claire. "Claire?" asked a confused Gretchen. "Spank my butt, Gretch!" pleaded Claire. Gretchen smiled. She held out her hand and landed it on Claire's left cheek. A red mark appeared and then instantly healed. "Again, please!" begged Claire. Gretchen took Claire unto her lap and set herself to work.
"WHACK!" to the right cheek. "WHACK" again to the right cheek. "WHACK!" to the right cheek a third time, before she landed two on Claire's right. This was one of the most arousing events of Gretchen's young life. She enjoyed the striking of Claire's round, firm bottom. The best part was Claire's speedy ability to heal. This beautiful, sexy round globes bouncing, reddening and healing under a firm hand.
Claire could do this all day. She was so pleased she could feel pain again. The discipline reminded her that she was still human. That she could still feel. And of course, the delicious sensations and arousal that came with being spanking didn’t hurt either. Claire often wondered how much spanking she could endure. She was looking forward to finding out as she removed her bra.
Gretchen picked up the pace as she landed blow after blow into Claire’s quivering bottom. Strike after strike bit into Claire’s soft skin. “SMACK!” the hand flew against her left cheek. Claire felt herself shake. Claire she certain that Gretchen was a closet lesbian dominatrix. A second spank caused her to moan happily. Monica’s hands went out and began to massage her flanks. Claire shook violently, trying to hold in the laughter. A third spank in the area between the cheeks causing her to cry out. Claire felt delight that Gretchen was causing her pain. The pain felt delicious as Gretchen’s hand pleased her with assault after assault.
Claire massaged her breasts as Gretchen struck her behind repeatedly. She felt the hardness of her nipples as she tweaked them, her pussy growing wetter and wetter. Claire decided that this would become a regular feature of their relationship. Feeling that beautiful burn across her cheeks, Claire wondered if giving was even half as good as receiving. She moaned as Gretchen reached for something in her backpack.
Dawn Summers went through the list of receipts. Truly this was the dullest work imaginable. Primahearst, the company started by the evolved human Robert James Smythe, was booming since its merger with the Watchers Council. And still heavy work was beng done. Smythe's ability of empathic absorption made him a dangerous enemy to cross. But there were compensations, namely the pretty Daphne Millbrook to keep her company.
The relationship between the evolved humans and The Slayers was remarkably efficient. Faith Lehane had found a new companion in the unstable Elle Bishop, Smythe's half sister; while Andrew was getting close to the sexy Simone Deveaux. Of course, none of this made her forget those who were gone, like her ex-boyfriend Xander Harris or his fiancee Anya. Like Tara Maclay, her foster mother who she loved dearly or her "biological" mother Joyce who had died of a brain tumor. Still since the war against Twilight and the hatred between ordinary humans and the Slayers, it was nice to get settled into a routine.
"God, this is boring. We should go for a nice run around the place!" suggested Daphne. Dawn shook her head, grinining. "Pretty sure, your cousin didn't bring you and your cousin back from the dead to go for runs or walks!" quipped Dawn. Daphne shook her head in return. "Rob isn't always there. Plucking Elle and I from his head and gives us bods, was the least he could do. Sides, why should trade one prison for another? Unless you have something, I might want...." teased Daphne, dragging her finger across Dawn's bare left leg. Dawn suppress a moan.
“Come, Dawny; you know you want to.” suggested Daphne, who moved her hand under Dawn’s leg to find her wet pink panties. “Oh!” moaned Dawn. “Give in, Dawny. Let’s mmmmmm!” proposed Daphne, before Dawns’ tongue entered her mouth. They fell to the ground, Daphne’s hand massaging Dawn’s panty clad pussy, while the other squeezed her cheeks. She felt Dawn’s hands go under her t-shirt and rub her aroused breasts.
“I think we can meet those requirements Miss Harper.” Declared Adelle De Witt. “Thank you so much. I look forward to meeting them!” expressed Miss Harper. “Not a problem, Miss Harper!” responded Adelle De Witt. Judith Harper walked out of the Dollhouse, pleased as punch. She was now certain she would know the truth whether or not she was a bisexual or simply bi-curious. And the girls on offer were so pretty. They would help her forget what had happened with Cindi.
“So, looks like Echo and Sierra have an assignment of the SAPPHIC kind!” exclaimed a gleeful Topher Brink. His assistant Ivy could only utter ugh in response. “So need a guy assistant!” stated Topher as he got the machine ready.
As he prepared the machine for the necessary transformations, he could help but look at his sexy assistant. On a level that disgusted him, he wished she was an active; he could keep with him forever. She was the epitome of cute and luscious. He would forever deny his feelings for his sexy assistant and be content just to be snarky co-workers. But everyday, he wished it was different.
As Echo came in for her treatment, with her new handler Darryl, with her former handler; the head of security Boyd watching on, Topher could not help but think about the strange tattoo on Ivy’s right arm. “Ivy, you want to help over here?” offered Topher. Ivy blinked with surprise before going over to him. “You’re actually going to let me do something? Ok, who are you and where is the real insufferable Topher Brink?” she teased. “Hey, you got to learn sometime!” he quipped, internally wounded by her description of him as insufferable. “Thanks, Topher!” she stated. He felt desire being around her great beauty. He controlled himself. The job comes first.
The machine did its work and Echo became Mandy Candy, a beautiful dominatrix. Echo left with Darryl as Echo’s fellow Active Sierra walked in. Sierra, Echo, Victor and November were like a clique. A pack as Topher described them. A pack that once had the dreaded Active Alpha instead of Sierra at its head. Sierra walked into the machine. As usual, Topher programmed the machine, but again handed the control over to Ivy when it was done. He felt giddy, standing behind her, feeling the perfume of her neck all around him.
Sierra was now Terry Cherry, another beautiful dominatrix and partner in both work and intimacy of Mandy Candy. Topher was certain that both were more than adequate of fulfilling whatever needs the client might have. But his focus was rather on the extremely sexy Ivy. Topher decided it was time for his relationship with Ivy to change. “So Ivy, I was wondering…do you like Indian food?” he asked.
Charlie was still reeling from the news that Sherri, his ex girlfriend was now with Lisa his most recent ex girlfriend; when Judith came to the door. “Hello, Charlie. Here’s Jake. Have a nice time with Uncle Charlie, Jake!” declared Judith as she delivered her son and went to leave. “Hey, wait a minute; you can’t just drop the kid….” “CHARLIE; I NEED SOME ALONE TIME! IS THAT OK WITH YOU? OR PERHAPS I SHOULD CALL YOUR MOTHER AND WE CAN DISCUSS……” interrupted an angry Judith. “No, no; no. That’s fine. Just wondering is all.” Exclaimed Charlie. "Goodbye, honey. Mommy loves you. Bye, Charlie!” expressed Judith as she left the Malibu mansion.
“Sorry about this, Uncle Charlie; but Mum has a date with some girl called Mandy!” said Jake. “That’s ok, buddy. So your Mum’s date, what does she look like?” asked a curious Charlie. “Don’t know, so what’s for dinner?” asked Jake. “Well I was going to have Coq au vin, you can have some if you want!” responded Charlie. “I’d rather have some chicken!” replied Jake. “You should have rockmelon, it would fit with your rock hard head!” muttered Charlie as he went to kitchen.
Judith was practically jumped, up and down, she was so excited. After the break-up with “Greg” Herb Melnick; she was concerned she would ever find anyone. But the thought of what the two girls would do to her, filled her mind with thoughts of a carnal nature. She checked her hair again. Her lacy amaranth lingerie with a brink pink waistband showed off the flatness of her waist. She hoped they would see her as sexy. She waited on the bed which she had covered in rose petals, getting wetter at the minute at the thought of them entering. At this point, she was fairly certain she preferred women to men. She hoped the experience would live up to expectations.
Mandy and Terry entered the hotel room. It was extremely cosy and clean, except for the tulip petals leading towards the bedroom. “Come out, little ***** or you will be in big troub-ble!” claimed terry. Giggles could be heard from the bedroom. The two girls smiled as she walked towards the bedroom. Judith leapt up to wrap her arms around Terry who pushed her down. “Bad slave! On all fours, now!” demanded Terry. Judith eagerly obeyed. Mandy nodded to Terry who took off her backpack. She took out a crop and slapped it against her hand.
Judith felt exhilaration beyond anything she had experienced. She was going to be spanked by two very sexy girls. At this moment, she knew for certain, women and men would be her interest. Mandy crawled unto the bed and took hold of Judith’s waistband. “You’re a naughty, wet, little slut aren’t you?” she asked whispered into Judith’s ear. Judith could barely hold back her excitement and joy as she quiveringly replied “Yes, mistress Mandy. I am naughty and bad and I deserved to punished!”
Mandy reached between her legs with her left hand. Her hands were inside black leather gloves and Judith’s feelings were revealed by the quantity of flavour, dripping from her slit. “You feel like a giser, you naughty *****!” she whispered again into her ear. Judith almost lost control right there and then, gasping. “Terry, I think our ***** wants a spanking!” declared Mandy. Judith could help but nodded and then felt a gentle rub against the lips of her pussy. It was too much and Judith felt her body quiver as liquid juices poured out of her. Mandy’s response was to pull her panties down to her knees. “We have a gusher, Terry!” stated Mandy.
Terry crawled on to the bed and grabbed Judith’s arms. Judith didn’t resist enjoying the feel of her arms restrained. Mandy made her way of the bed, her leather corset showing a rather shapely bottom, that Judith was barely able to spy. She reached into the backpack and took out some rope. Judith felt close to another wave, and it took all her strength to avoid this as Mandy returned with the rope. Mandy and Terry worked in synch to bind Judith’s arms to the top of the bedposts. This forced her from an all fours to a kneeling position. Mandy and Terry glided their fingers from her fingers down her body. Judith bit her lips to avoid laughing, how it tickled.
Terry whispered in her ear “You’re very ticklish, aren’t you Judith?” “Heheheyeshehehe!” giggled Judith. Mandy climbed behind her, lifting her hair to kiss the back of her neck. Judith’s body went rigid as she once again lost control of her body and exploded in orgasm. When she thought of how much work Alan and Greg had to do to accomplish this, it confirmed to her that she would try to get a woman in her life again. She felt Mandy remove her bra, massaging the back as she did so. She moaned and giggled as her breasts were free.
Mandy and Terry dug their heads against her underarms, causing her to squeal before they licked at her breasts. Judith’s eyes rolled back at the pleasure. They licked around the breasts before they began to suck them. Judith couldn’t remember the last time she felt such pleasure. The two girls were pleasing her body sucking on her breasts, while their hands scratched her ribcage causing her to buck. Judith loathed tickling and she hoped this was not a pattern. She felt Terry leave her left breast as she lowered herself to her thighs and began to kiss and explore them, her hands lightly flicking her opening.
Judith felt an avalanche of sensation seized up her body and once again, the pleasure overwhelmed her and she experienced her third orgasm. “We have a very naughty girl, Mandy!” expressed Terry. “I couldn’t agree more, Terry. Let’s teach the little witch bitch some manners!” concluded Mandy. Terry reached for Judith’s feet, pining her legs with her legs and began stroking her soles. Judith burst with hysterical laughter, delighting the two dominatrixes. Mandy reached for rope in the backpack. She grinned at the possibilities of what they would do to Judith.
Judith gasped, drinking in all the fresh air. However she felt herself being lifted as the two girls bounded her ankles with rope. She felt her legs spread across as the ropes attached to her ankles were secured at different ends of the bedpost. She was now upside down, spread eagle and naked. She felt exhilaration and fear mixed into one. Terry reached into the backpack, pleased with what she had found. Mandy took this time to torment Judith. “You are such a naughty girl, bitchy Judith. We are going to work you over, bad, you little slut *****. We will teach you to come, like a wanton little bitch. You will come when we say you come. Not before!”
Terry reached over Judith's face, binding a blindfold across her eyes. Judith fought again to regain control. She was simply aroused as much as any of her ex brother in law's bimbos. She felt a gentle scratch across her ribs, that caused her to squeal. "Oh good, god. Please just spank me! Not tickling, please!" she prayed. Mandy reached for her ankles, breathing on top of her smooth soles. Judith shivered. Terry climbed on top of her and began to explore her lower belly. Judith's reaction was an earth shattering scream. "HAHAHAHAHHAPLEASEHAHAHAHAHA!"
Mandy smiled as she slowly ran a finger down each of her soles. Judith's face went red with laughter. Mandy licked her lips as she gently stroked each sole. She was amazed at the texture of each foot, so soft and supple. Tickling a misbehaving little bitch like Judith was the onyl way to discipline the miserable, naughty ****. Terry explored the softness of her lower belly, slowly blowing on her belly button. This kind of discipline, what the submissive feared the most was the best way to get the most out of the stubborn little witches. It was an art form to subjugate and instruct with both love and pain.
“YESS!!!!!!!” cried Claire as Gretchen used her hairbrush to colour the white bottom of the sexy cheerleader. The power, the sexiness of Claire’s rear, the sensations was making Gretchen so horny. She felt drool near the side of her mouth. Claire’s sexy flesh bouncing across her lap.
To be continued
