Alex's Turn

"Still having trouble?" Alex asked, leaning forwards now. Clara's heart fluttered as her boyfriend's shadow passed over her. "She's a stubborn one, isn't she?"

"That she is..." Lilly agreed, licking her lips as she gazed down at the helpless Clara. "She really is. Say, boss, why don't you take a shot at her? I'm sure you can do things that I can't. Mainly since, you know, you have a dick and all. Poor little me lacks that equipment."

"Hmm." Alex seemed to consider this, though Clara could see how he was eyeing her. "I suppose I could lend a hand. Though, you sound almost sad about that dick thing."

"Sad?" Lilly laughed. "Nah, don't need one of 'em when I've got my own equipment." She patted her panties, running one finger around the elastic band as she started to shift and inch them downwards, revealing her womanhood, glistening with arousal. She was clearly very horny, her lips were half open, her mound revealed and wanting. She patted it, running a finger along her entrance and closing her eyes.

"Mmm." She said. "No, I'm fine with what I've got, thanks. Still, if you were able to give me one for a day or two, I suppose I could play around with it. Just to see what it felt like. Always wondered."

"I could give you a cock if you wanted." Alex said, leaning forwards. Clara felt a flush of indignation. Was he really doing this now? Right in front of her? But then, she saw how he glanced to her, and realised it was part of the game. Part of the role.

Lilly laughed.

"Not that way, you idiot. Though.... if we break little Clara, maybe we can have a go of it ourselves. You know, make her watch how her betters have sex. Or even have her join in. Hmm, that could be fun."

"Do I get a discount on her if we do?"

"Ha! You wish! Never mix business and pleasure."

"Ah, well, it was worth a try." Alex said as he moved back around the table. Clara craned her head to watch him go, his steps were slow and confident. There was a jingle as he undid his belt, stepping out of his pants and kicking away his underwear. Her heart beat fast again as she saw him. His member was erect, the sight of her body and torment had clearly aroused him to no end. There was something eager in his eyes, and it made her shiver.

Was this the same Alex who had been so **** before? Who had gone through with this only because it was what she wanted? No, this man was new in a sense. Clara could see that he was enjoying it just as much as she was. Maybe even more...

What had she awoken in him?

Clara felt Alex take up position between her legs, the two edges of the table curved away from him, forcing her to spread herself open for his ****. She was dripping wet, utterly drenched by now, and his cock too had started to leak, the tip of his head glistening and moist. Her breathe caught in her throat, she felt the nearness of his body, the heat of his skin. Her mind danced, she didn't know what to say or do. The tip of his cock was placed just against her entrance, her lower lips eagerly trying to take him in. Want ached through her, desire to be filled as he had filled her before.

"Last chance before we go further." Alex said, looking down at her. "**** or free woman?"

"I'm free." Clara growled. "I...I'm free, no matter what you do."

Why did she say that? Why did she keep egging them on? Making them go further? Was it because she wanted to go further? Because she wanted to feel this, experience this? Was it because on some level, this was what she wanted? Not the real thing, never that. But a game that could come as close as possible, to safely feel what it might be like. To indulge her darkest and deepest fantasy.

Maybe that was why. Maybe that was why she kept refusing to bow out. Why she pushed the game further and further when both of her partners kept giving her a chance to stop.

Or maybe she just didn't have any sense. A young woman overwhelmed with desire, who didn't know any better. Was that what she was?

No... she wasn't that. Whatever happened, she was better than that. She was not simply letting her desire carry her forwards, she'd thought about this, a lot, she'd considered, she wanted to do this, she wanted to _feel _this. And it was valid that she did. Everyone had a right, didn't they? So long as they did it with willing partners, so long as they weren't hurting anyone, everyone had a right to do what they wanted with their body.

And she wanted this. God did she want this. Alex's cock was pressed against her lower lips, the feeling of the rope around her cit was maddening. Her breasts were tingling from the hug of the bondage, and her legs and arms were pinned in place. She'd never felt so utterly, completely helpless in all of her life.

Alex started to enter her body, he thrust forwards, slowly, like a piston just starting its cycle. His shaft filled her pussy, forcing her lower lips aside, filling her aching emptiness. The motion sparked a flame, leapt from nerve to nerve, cell to cell. Her pussy, her womanhood, it started to respond, feeling so intense and personal that they took her breathe away. Clara had never felt it like this, not even when they had fucked before. This time, she had been pushed to her absolute limit, her arousal was at its height, she was in a state she had never felt before in all of her life. Not when she'd first touched herself, not when she'd come to Alex, and not even when they had played together before. Never in her life had she been so ready, and so aroused.

Before she knew it, she was moaning. The feeling of Alex's cock inside of her, and his body pressed up against her, the heat of his skin, and the sound of his thrusts, all combined to send little flurries of passion bursting along her spine. Ecstasy flashed through her body, swimming along the inside of her skin. Fire burned through her, a fire of pleasure, each pump, each thrust more intense than the light. She felt him inside of her, felt his cock buried to the hilt in her womanhood, and it was the most amazing thing she had ever felt.

Clara threw back her head, her body twitched, but her restraints held her captive, her breasts were tingling, her hands and toes were numb. Trembling shivers danced down her spine. She was grinding against Alex as best she could, trying to drive him deeper, and he was better than he had been at first too, varying the speed and depth of his thrusts so that her stimulation differed with each one, never the same, never able to be predicted. Her head was swimming. She grunted and moaned, and he did as well, their voices rising together, their bodies locked as one. Clara's womanhood throbbed and pulsed with tension, building waves of pleasure which faded and grew in time with their contact. Heat washed through her, and then coldness, and then heat again. Her whole body shivered, and she could not resist the coming climax.

But, there was a factor she had not considered. Lilly was still present, and this was still supposed to be a punishment.

"Having a little bit of fun there are you, ****?" Lilly asked. "Let's see if I can fix that for you."

She took hold of the rope again - which was still tied to her nipples and clitoris and started to gradually apply pressure. The rope tensed, at first slowly, and then with more and more confidence. Clara moaned, her clitoris was buzzing already, the feeling of Alex's cock in her, her own arousal, and the situation she was in all combined to make her mad with lust. Now, Lilly was teasing that spot directly, slowly, so very slowly, pulling the rope tighter and tighter.

Clara tried to say something, but her voice caught in her chest. Her lungs would not work, all she could do was gasp in animal lust. Her breasts were stinging, the bite of the rope drawing tighter around her nipples, and her clit was starting to ache. It pulled at her, demanding, uncompromising and cruel, it kept her from basking in the pleasure, reminded her of where she was. Of her place.

It was the chain of a ****. The mark of someone who was never to forget what she was. For what other woman would allow such a thing? To be chained by there of all places, to be held in the place she was most sensitive, most helpless.

Her heart pounded, her body screamed. Pleasure and pain met and mixed in her mind, becoming the same heady thing, her clit pulsed and ached, desire and **** at the same time, in the same instant. Alex was fucking her, grinding into her, his cock diving so deeply inside of her, and she was feeling it. Each thrust, every moment, a new explosion of pleasure would sweep through her body, make her limbs tingle, and go numb. Steal her breathe and speed her heart.

But at the same time, Lilly continued to play with the rope, forcing her to experience things she had never felt before. The encircling touch of the rope around her bud and her nipples, so hard, so firm, impossible to ignore. The pressure it put on her, pulling and teasing, tension and pain filled her as Lilly became more and more sure of herself. Clara felt her back arch, which became itself, a cruel feedback cycle, since the action pulled her breasts downwards, making the rope would hold them ever more tightly, cutting into her skin, and making her arch her back even more.

She was moaning openly now. There was no chance of hiding the fact, each thrust by Alex, every pull by Lilly, she felt assailed from all sides, utterly overwhelmed. Every sense of her body engaged. She could feel them, hear them, she could taste her own arousal, and the touch was amazing as Alex continued to bring pleasure to her, to them both.

It went on for some time - she didn't know exactly how long. The capacity to figure it out was gone from her. Alex continued to fuck her, his hands moved to her chest, his fingers kneading her breasts, and running up and down her belly. That was intense, especially when he pulled at the breasts, and made her yelp as the rope pulled back. He pinched her nipples, and ran his palms over her shoulders. He layered kisses on her body, the touch of his lips and tongue was beyond belief. Lilly continued to tease her breasts, giving her absolutely no relief, either for her chest, or for her clitoris. She pulled and twisted, applying tension sometimes to all three parts of her body, and sometimes to only one or two. She varied it, so Clara could never expect.

Clara came before Alex did. Subjected to so much stimulation, her senses so totally assaulted, how could she possibly hold out? The feeling ran through her like an explosion, driving itself into every inch of her being. She groaned, opening her mouth to try and speak, but could not, her mind itself seemed to ebb away for a moment, and all she felt or knew was pleasure. Her body was nothing but feeling, but ecstasy, as every nerve screamed in delight, all at the same time. The great, heavy wave of pleasure swept through her being, every inch of her, every part of her, they all burned and sparked, she threw her head back, but sound still did not come to her.

Finally, it started to fade, she lay gasping on the table as Alex pulled out of her. He'd cum during her orgasm, the motion of her frantic body more than enough to finish him off. A sticky strand of his seed was leaking from between her lower lips, she felt wet and warm down there and flushed, realising how it must look with her legs spread by the table.

Good thing I took the pills. She thought to herself vaguely. I'm not really ready for parenthood just yet...

She took a deep shuddering breathe, Lilly had finally released the rope, and now it was pressed against her damp skin. She could feel her hair plastered to her scalp.

Silence. Lilly and Alex both looked down at her, as though considering what to do. Clara for her part was utterly exhausted, spent by the experience. Yet, she felt fulfilled. This game had been another step further, into the darkness of her own desires, but she had not been consumed by it. She didn't feel like another person now it had ended, not like some horrible, corrupt being, as she had been so assured by her parents long ago happened to girls who were too loose with their modesty. She didn't feel like she had been tainted, or made lesser. She just felt...

Well, happy.

Content.

She felt like she had done something she always wanted to, and she had enjoyed it. Now, it was over.

Or was it...?

Alex looked over her for a moment, his face was hard to read. His role was still in his mind, but she could see his eyes twinkling, and figured he had enjoyed that just as much as she had. He was really getting into this now, she felt like she had found another side of him. He enjoyed dominating her just as much as she enjoyed being dominated.

It was a fantasy she had never even dreamed of before now. That Alex, who she had always had such a crush on, would come to enjoy doing to her exactly what she so enjoyed being done. That he wouldn't be doing it just for her, but that they could enjoy it together.

"All right, Clara." Alex said, ignorant of her thoughts. "You've felt the hard way. If you keep refusing, it'll go badly for you. Are you or are you not a ****?"