And it Continues

Elana threw her head back, her whole body pulsed with surging emotion; her skin burned with desire, her clit throbbed with the stimulation that had been so cruelly heaped upon it. Her chest heaved, her skin was spotted with sweat.

"Okay!" She cried out, her voice high pitched and desperate. "All right, I give up! Please no more!"

Amy withdrew from her body, letting her lay on the bench, gasping for air for a few precious moments.

"You surrender?" She said. "You're agreeing to be my slave, Elana?"

"Y-yes..." Elana said, the words tearing themselves free of her throat before she could stop them. "I'll do it. I'll do anything.... I'll be your slave... just...just please give me a chance to recover..."

"You'll have a chance to do that all right."

A moment later, Elana felt the tights which bound her legs and hands loosened. For a moment, she was free, the blood rushed back to her limbs, making her skin tingle. She could have escaped, or at least tried, but she didn't have the energy, she lay on the bench, gasping, her pussy burned with exertion and stimulation, the shockwaves of her orgasms rushing through her helpless young body.

Amy grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her to her feet. Her head was swimming, her body felt hot. Lust and exhaustion pounded through her body. Elana felt her hands forced behind her back, and her arms tied together once more with nylon. Then, she was forced to her knees, the cold tiled floor was harsh against her skin.

For an instant, Amy stood still, Elana felt her lover looking at her. Her eyes were torn, sympathetic, but lust was running through them as well. Amy had always been a dominant one, and the last day or so had forced her to play a role she did not fully embrace. Even if she was willing to try, part of her was glad to be in charge once more. The rest of her felt guilty for it, but Elana could only manage a small smile and a gentle nod. They'd talked this through, they knew what they were doing.

Amy's hands fell to her own waist, her fingers fumbling passed her skirt, they found the band of her panties, and forced them down. Amy paused only fractionally as she felt the camera on her, but Elana had already given up so much, her own dignity was a small price indeed. So she lowered her panties, tugging them down her long legs and then kicking them away.

"All right, bitch." She said to Elana. "You've had your fun, but now it's my turn. Make me feel good, or else you'll be left like this in the boy's locker room and we'll see what they make of you."

She reached around and forced Elana's head in close to her crotch, the long-haired woman could smell the scent of her partner's lust. Amy's sex was engorged and dripping, her folds had drawn back, revealing her pussy in all of its splendour. The camera whirred, catching it for all time. Elana's heart beat fast as she bent her face inwards, the presence of Amy's body made her tremble with desire. Moving quickly, she pressed her mouth to Amy's pussy, and started to eat her out. It was a motion she was well practised in. The two had played their games many times together, though now it felt so much more real.

Elana started slowly, employing a long, slow technique to raise Amy's sensitivity. The short-haired woman moaned, pressing her pussy forwards urgently. Elana continued, slowly speeding up, she made sure to vary her rhythm, using her tongue to add pressure, to stroke and lick and pleasure. The taste of Amy's arousal filled her mouth; Amy was soaking, desperate for attention. And even as she gave it, her own body started to respond. The pulsing ache in her pussy started to lessen, she felt her nipples growing harder. Elana realised with mortification that she was eating out another woman right in front of a camera, and soon, the whole internet would see it! The thought sent a bolt of terror through her, but it also aroused her all the more. She imagined everyone seeing her like this, with no panties, with her hands bound by nylon tights, her face pressed into the pussy of another woman. All her former boyfriends, (Though in truth, she'd not had that many...) all her friends, all her bosses and the people she worked with. Everyone she knew would see this. She wanted to stop, to cry out, to tell them that she was being forced, that it was not her... but she didn't. She just kept coming. Amy's body was difficult to read, but Elana was well versed in it, picking up every small tremble, every suppressed moan. Considering how ruthless Amy had been before, this was almost a chance to get back at her. Her tongue stroked and licked, she used her teeth gently - very gently!- to nipple slightly at Amy's clit, making the other woman gasp deeply. Her tongue gently probed and pried, adjusting its angle, speed and location based on how excited the contact made the other woman.

Before long. Amy started to grind against her, the motion subconscious. Her body bringing itself closer to the source of pleasure. She moaned softly with each press, each touch of the tongue, each tiny contact with Elana's gentle stimulation.

"Y-you're good at this..." Amy managed to say between gasps. "You must have lots of practice..."

A moment later, Elana felt Amy convulse slightly, her muscles stiffening, her body rocked in climax for a brief few seconds. Her hand trembled, her legs shook. A rush of blood to her face marked the rising tide of pleasure through her body.

"That's...that's good..." Amy managed, taking a step back. Elana sighed, having a chance to rest her jaw and tongue. Amy's taste lingered inside her mouth. If this had been one of their normal games together, that would probably be where it ended for the night. With Amy satisfied, and Elana more than happy with what had been done to her.

But it wasn't one of their games. Elana felt her heart hammer. Her body tingled with excitement and anxiety. Henry had made it clear to them both. Whoever was the sub was going to be utterly humiliated and destroyed. So far, they'd at best made a good start as far as he was concerned.

Elana looked to the cruel eye of the camera, catching everything that they did.

More degradation was to come.