Amy and Elana Are Left Alone

After the officer left, the two women remained in the cell. They listened as the footsteps receded, until at last, they were left alone. Amy sat on the floor, her body still trembling, and her face still red. Her lower lips were swollen and soaking, and she was breathing heavily. Elana was still chained to the pillar, but she had sunk to her knees, leaning forwards slightly to rest her body. For a long moment, neither of them said anything, both still processing everything that had happened since they were taken as slaves.

Then, slowly, Elana looked up.

"H-hey Amy..." She said weakly. "That was....uh, that was pretty intense, wasn't it?"

"I wanted to punch her." Amy said bluntly. She found that she could better control her body now, though the raging desire to climax was still echoing through her pussy, and pushed back against it, now was not the time. "When she hurt you. I've never felt so helpless in all of my life."

"Heh." Elana tried to shrug, though was foiled by the fact that her arms were chained behind her back, and her shoulders had a limited range of motion. Her long red hair was spilling across her shoulders, and the handcuffs forced her chest forwards, drawing the eye to her breasts. The piercing gleamed dully, little metal hoops that jutted from her nipples. "It wasn't so bad, I think. It was just the shock that got me. Actually, I've felt worse than that."

"Really?" Amy said, doubtfully. She shifted her position slowly, crossing her long legs, and sitting with them in that position, her hands messaging some life back into her thighs. She was absolutely soaking down there, but she tried to ignore it. Just like she tried to ignore how her breasts throbbed for attention, how her nipples were so stiff and hard. How she wanted to be touched down there so much...

Not the time, girl! Amy snapped at herself, annoyed to find her mind falling back into such thoughts. It was hard to admit to herself, but between the rage and the helplessness, maybe she had felt a little bit of something else. Amy had been surprised at how aroused she'd become. She'd never have expected something like that to affect her in this way, but it was hard to ignore when the evidence was aching through her right now. In their relationship, Elana had always been the sub, and Amy had always been the dom. But now, she was seeing what life was like from the other side. Naked, forced to spread her legs, made to masturbate but not allowed to cum... Fuck, she was just starting to realise how much she had enjoyed it.

"Yeah." Elana said, blushing a little, which was itself rather silly considering what the two of them had done together in the bedroom. "Back before. You know, the last time I tried something like this. Um, do you remember how you found me?"

"Yeah." Amy said, remembering that day well. It had been back when she had been under the control of the rulebook as well. Elana had made herself a slave, to be used by anyone, and some big company had gotten ideas about making her their slave/secretary. Some sense of justice had propelled Amy to try and rescue Elana, and she'd found her bound up in a chair in the front of the building.

"They had a chain connected to my clitoris piercing." Elana said, shuddering a little bit at the memory. "It was so taut that I could barely move without rubbing myself, and it was constantly pulling at me, tugging me gently. Just enough pressure that I was always on edge. They had a machine in the desk, an electric generator. I think I told you about it before?"

"I guess." Amy said. "Honestly, I don't remember a whole lot about that day. I just remember deciding to help you, and then getting you out of there and back to my place. And...uh, the night we had afterwards."

Her cheeks coloured a little at that. Elana grinned weakly. A day of true slavery had done much to change her image of herself, and not always in a good way. But after living out her fantasies for so long, it was fair to say that she had been pretty willing to show Amy some gratitude. It was the second time the two of them had had sex. Even now, Amy remembered it well. She'd been so gentle because Elana had been worn out and used; she'd been so scared of hurting her that she'd done everything slowly and carefully. But it had been passionate. Emotions had run high, and the two of them had explored one another and themselves with enthusiasm. Even now, the memory sent a tingle sweeping through her body.

"I guess that was pretty memorable too..." Elana laughed. She gulped, and tried to find a more comfortable position. "Amy, um, before...when the officer threatened me.. the way you stood up for me, and what you did... I really appreciate it, you know? I think you were really strong there. And. uh, really sexy. I-if I get a chance, I'll make it up to you later, okay?"

"Only you would say that, Elana." Amy remarked, throwing her head back and chuckling even in spite of the situation. "This is supposed to be your fantasy, you know. I don't know why you need to make it up to me."

"Because you're brave." Elana said. "Cute. so sexy. And you always do what you think is right. How could I not want to make it up to you? Besides, this isn't totally about me. We're supposed to be doing this together, right? I even made a rule that would ensure we always ended up in the same place."

"Well..." Amy grinned. "I'm glad about that, I guess. Honestly, I'm still trembling. That was intense for me. Out of curiosity though, did you want me to cum or not? Because if I did, you would get punished. But you're the sort of girl who likes that kind of thing, right? So were you rooting for me to win? Or did you just want to see me fail?"

"Um..." Elana's face went bright red. "Uh....no comment?"

This time, Amy could not help but laugh.