Becky obeys once more

Becky's jaw felt sore from how hard she was clenching her teeth. Her mind raced a mile a minute, but... there was just nothing. Her eyes flicked from the cup of purple paste over to Robin, then between the three men still standing by the door, then back to Lord Highwater. There was just... nothing she could do.

Becky let out a tense sigh, and reached out to accept the cup. Eyes staring ahead at nothing, Becky turned toward Robin who was now struggling once again against her restraints.

"Becky!" Robin said, her voice was quieter now, more stern. The little rings of metal that connected the leather straps to the bench rattled with each ****, squirming movement. "Becky, this is too far! Please, listen to me Becky, you don't have to listen to him! You don't have to do this!"

Jaw locked, Becky kept moving. Each step was slow and ****, but it was only a matter of time before she was standing in front of Robin, cup in hand. Becky raised her hand, pressing two fingers down toward the paste. He hadn't given her any gloves. Oh well.

It was smoother than she expected, and almost cold to the touch, viscous and slimy like a lotion. The second Becky's fingers brushed against it, she could feel sensation surging up through her arm. Immediately her fingers felt strange--tingly, and sensitive. Becky almost wanted to just stand there, rubbing them together to explore the strange sensation, but she remembered her duty. Her eyes turned to Robin's chest. Her skin flushed ever so slightly red, and Becky could see the arousal in her nipples--in the way her chest rose and fell with urgency. Becky felt a surge of lust within herself as well as she stepped forward.

"Please! Becky please!" Robin was nearly yelling at this point, straining against her bindings with all her might, but to no avail. Like a clockwork puppet, Becky's hand came up, smearing the purple stuff in a line onto Robin's chest. Her gesture was clumsy, and the first dollop was moreso between her breasts than directly on them as she had been ordered. Becky corrected herself, bringing both hands up and spreading the mixture outward in either direction.

"Stop! You have to mmm~ have to stop, Becky..." the **** drained from Robin's voice, and the urgent struggling came to a halt. Becky kept rubbing, her eyes fixated on Robin's chest as she massaged the girl's perky breasts, watching how the deep purple blended with her light skin, swirling around it and fading ever so slightly as Becky rubbed them. She felt the hardness of Robin's nipples, the subtle and supple bouncing of her flesh beneath her hands. "Becky~ s-stahhp, Becky..."

Becky stopped, blinking. She brought her hands back from Robin's chest, unsure just how long she had been touching her new friend. Robin's face was flushed, her eyes unfocused, pupils dilated when their eyes met. She lips were mouthing something, but Becky didn't quite have the focus to figure out what it was. Breaking from Robin's gaze, Becky lifted the cup from where she had set it beside Robin on the bench, and fell to her knees taking in the sweet scent of the other girl's arousal.

Another dip of her fingers into the cup brought another surge of sensation and arousal. Becky could hear Robin quietly whimpering as she pressed her fingers forward, smearing cream over her stomach, and down across her mons toward her pussy. "Oh, ohhh, Becky, ohhh..." Robin was a mess of moans and cooing by the time Becky's fingers traced the dark purple stuff against her vulva. Her fingers shifted with a deep curiosity, the inquisitive part of her mind watching intently as Robin shivered and shook in response to even the slightest shift in movement.

Becky found herself leaning forward, nearly pressed against Robin's body. Her fingers pressed forward now, her hand cupped against Robin's pussy as a finger slipped inside, then a second a moment later. "Aaahhhh, oh please... oh please, oh please, Becky please..." Robin whimpered. Becky noticed her fingers slipping slowly in and out, and in and out. She wanted to keep going, to keep pressing into the girl, to see what delightful sounds she would make...

Then there was a voice.

"Put some on that tight little pucker of hers as well," it was Lord Highwater. His was still here as well, she realized. Becky pulled away, only now noticing the intense heat in her face. She rose to her feet, trying to ignore a disappointing mewl from Robin. Becky shuffled around behind her, placing a gentle hand against Robin's back to angle her forward. Even just that bit of contact was enough to earn another moan.

"That is enough," Lord highwater said when she was done. Becky fell away, the cup left sitting on Robin's bench. Her heart was pounding, and her breathing came quickly. Becky could feel every brush of her skin against her dress when she moved, as if it was caressing her.

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This chapter was co-authored by Shandy (https://chyoa.com/user/Shandy) --please check out his stuff! :)