“Yes,” Wendy replied, her voice strained. “Yes, please!”
“Then you’ll do whatever I want,” Krissy said. It wasn’t a question.
“Yes!” Wendy wailed. Krissy let go of the girl’s nipples and stood up. “Get on the bed,” she ordered. Wendy awkwardly got to her knees and shuffled on them over to the bed. Only then did she dare to stand up, and then only enough for her to get onto the bed. Krissy climbed in after her. Wendy stiffened up when Krissy took her in her arms.
“Do what I say and I won’t hurt you,” Krissy said to her. “Now, kiss me.”
Wendy clearly didn’t trust Krissy’s word. While she did what she was told, she was stiff and trembling the whole time. She didn’t seem to like it when Krissy rubbed her body against her, but Krissy had had enough of enduring things she didn’t like at the hands and cocks of men to care anymore. She kept kissing the girl, lightly, quick little pecks until Wendy loosened up a little, all the while holding the girl close in her arms.
“You have a beautiful body,” Krissy murmured to her at last. “Really beautiful. When was the last time somebody made you feel good?”
“Please,” Wendy said in a tiny, trembling voice. “Please don’t.”
Krissy snickered. “‘Please’ is a word that doesn’t work here,” she said, just before she took Wendy’s nipple into her mouth. Wendy yelped and stiffened as if she expected to be bitten, but all Krissy did was suck gently and brush her tongue back and forth across the tender little nubbin of flesh. She didn’t yelp or stiffen when Krissy switched to her other nipple.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” Krissy asked. Wendy had her eyes closed and she was breathing through her half-open mouth. “Yes,” she answered.
“Only another woman really knows how to give a woman pleasure,” Krissy whispered to the girl. “Now, open your legs for me.”
“Please,” Wendy whined plaintively. “They’re watching.”
“Fuck them,” Krissy hissed. “Now do what I told you.”
“No,” Wendy shook her head, keeping her eyes closed.
Angered, Krissy put Wendy face-down on the bed and straddled her, her knees clamped around the girl’s waist, her feet to either side of the girl’s head. She gave Wendy’s sweet little ass a hard, open-handed smack. Wendy jerked and yelped. She jerked and yelped again when Krissy gave the other taut, round cheek an even harder smack.
Krissy lost it. She kept on spanking Wendy, harder and harder, loving how the impacts made her palms sting as Wendy’s gorgeous ass turned pink, then red, loving how the girl jerked or twitched with each blow, loved the sound of Wendy’s sobs and cries, and finally her tearful pleas for mercy.
“Have you had enough?” Krissy asked, looking back over her shoulder.
“Yes!” Wendy replied, her voice muffled by the bedclothes. “Yes! Please! No more!”
Krissy got off of the girl and made her kneel at one end of the bed, sobbing and sniffling, her head down. There wasn’t much to work with, but Krissy bunched up the blanket and used the lone pillow to prop herself up so that she could watch what would be going on. She laid back, raised her knees and spread them.
“Eat my pussy,” she ordered. Wendy looked up, her eyes red and full of tears. She didn’t refuse, though she wasn’t very quick to obey. Krissy cut her some slack. The handcuffs made things difficult, but not impossible. Krissy wished that Wendy’s hair wasn’t so very, very short. There wasn’t anything to grab to hold the girl’s head in place if she tried to pull away. Wendy slowly leaned forward. She licked at Krissy’s pussy tentatively.
“Let me help,” Krissy said as she spread her labia with her fingers. “Start by licking my clit. You know where it is.”
There was a look of utter dismay on Wendy’s face as she stared at Krissy’s pussy for a moment. Then, still sniffling, she edged a little closer and used her tongue. Krissy hissed with pleasure at the contact.
“Harder,” she ordered Wendy. “Don’t be afraid to really get it in there.”
Wendy said nothing. She kept licking, her tongue wonderfully stimulating. Krissy took the girl’s head in her hands and pulled her a little closer. She might not be able to take Wendy by her nonexistent hair, but she could get a grip of sorts on her ears. Wendy made a choked little noise and kept licking.
“Girls taste good,” Krissy crooned. “Believe me, I know.” She could see Wendy’s fettered hands, clenched into fists now. It was clear that the girl didn’t like this, but Krissy didn’t care. As inexperienced as she was, Wendy was getting the job done, and it had been so long since Krissy had enjoyed another woman that all she wanted was for this to go on and on.
“Ahhhh…” Krissy arched her back. “That’s it! That’s it! Just keep doing what you’re doing! Don’t stop!” She heard Wendy whimper when her grip on the girl’s ears got a little too tight. Krissy didn’t bother to loosen up. It seemed to inspire Wendy to buckle down to her work.
The orgasm hit like a truck. As Krissy’s body shook and spasmed, she raised her hips, thrusting her pussy harder against Wendy’s face. Wendy writhed, making a high-pitched keening noise, but she didn’t fight or try to pull away. Instead, she kept licking and licking, mechanically now, until the waves of pleasure wracking Krissy’s body finally faded away and Krissy let go of her.
“God, that was good!” Krissy breathed after a long moment. “You have real talent, Wendy.” She reached out to ruffle Wendy’s hair, forgetting for the moment that there wasn’t enough to ruffle. She settled for rubbing the girl’s head affectionately, feeling the blonde stubble rasp softly against the palm of her hand.
“May I go now?” Wendy asked without looking at Krissy.
“No,” Krissy replied. Now come on up here and learn how to use that mouth of yours on my breasts.”
Wendy gave a small, despairing moan, but she did as she was bidden. Krissy cradled her close as the girl kissed her breasts.
“Take my nipple into your mouth,” Krissy urged. “That’s it. Now suck on it, gently. Yes…yes…that’s it.” Now that her urgent need had been satisfied, Krissy was feeling affectionate towards the girl. As Wendy sucked gently, Krissy fondled her small, firm breasts with one free hand. From the way Wendy flinched away from the contact, she didn’t seem to like that either. Krissy was sure that in time she could teach Wendy to enjoy it, but she wouldn’t be given that time. She made Wendy kiss and lick her breasts and nipples until she felt cocooned in a warm, rosy glow.
“Mmmm…that’s enough, darling,” she crooned, gently stroking Wendy’s head. “Here, let me show you how good I can make you feel now.”
Wendy protested feebly, but let Krissy move her around until they were cuddled together spoon-fashion. Now Krissy wished she had the key to Wendy’s handcuffs, because the metal was hard against the soft skin of her belly, but she’d just have to put up with it. She held Wendy close, gently stroking Wendy’s body, ignoring the girl’s weak protests. She worked her way down across Wendy’s belly and finally between her legs. Her fingers quickly told her that Wendy wasn’t getting into it. It didn’t matter. With some skill and persistence she was sure that she could give Wendy an orgasm of her own. It had worked with some previous lovers, and it could work again.
Wendy kept crying and sniffling as Krissy gently probed and stroked, and after a while her tears dwindled away as her other end slowly grew warm and wet. Krissy grinned and kissed Wendy’s neck.
“See?” she whispered. “It’s starting to feel nice, isn’t it?” Wendy stirred and made a new noise, almost but not quite a moan. “Just relax,” Krissy said, nuzzling her companion. “Just let yourself go. I know what to do.”
Krissy never got a chance to do it. The door burst open and suddenly there were four men in the room, all grim-looking and all oriental. Krissy shrieked and yelled as she was pried apart from Wendy, who promptly curled up into a ball. The men threw Krissy to the floor and pinned her down, fitting shackles to her wrists and ankles. They paid no more attention to her wails of protest than she had to Wendy’s pleas. When she tried to fight, one of the men slapped her hard enough to stun her and make the job of securing her easier. She still couldn’t see straight when they hauled her roughly to her feet and dragged her away. Dazed, she turned her head for a last look at Wendy. All she could see was the girl’s back, and the handcuffs she’d put on her just a little while ago. Then she was out in the hallway, still being dragged along, and all she could see was the open door.
The men were laughing. It was a cruel sound. They were also talking to each other in that strange language, back and forth over her head. She had no idea what they were saying. Then one of them roughly cupped her breast and squeezed it. He said something to his companions, and they all laughed uproariously, as if he’d just told some very funny joke. At that point, Krissy was grateful that she couldn’t understand them.
They dragged her down the hallway to an unfamiliar door. There they paused to pull a black cloth bag over her head and tie it snugly around her neck. She heard the door open, and then she was dragged through it and a little beyond. Then they threw her to the floor. She grunted from the impact. There was some sort of covering on the floor, but it wasn’t very well padded.
“Ass up, bitch!” It was Gabriel’s voice. Krissy obeyed immediately. She couldn’t spread her legs as wide as they had trained her to because of the shackles on her ankles. Surely they wouldn’t count that against her? Then something thin and hard came down across her upturned ass, and she screamed. She braced herself for another stroke, but instead a man’s hands gripped her by her hips. She felt him moving up close behind her and hoped that she was still wet enough from her session with Wendy so that the coming gang rape wouldn’t hurt too badly.