Legs Spread, Panties Soaked

Mika's eyes widened as a series of telescoping clicks reverberated from the bag. A cruel device with thick leather cuffs and an unyielding steel bar now glimmered in the clone's grasp. Then another bar, and another, each implement somehow more despicable than the last. Next came a strange blue and white cylinder adorned with a large silver ring. Mika was unsure what any of the tools were for, but knew for certain the handful of little silver locks did not bode well. The clone threw a mischievous glance over her shoulder as withdrew the final "gift" for her plan: an absolutely vulgar vibrating wand.

Mika's womanhood clenched at the sight of the toy, and her imagination ran wild with depraved fear. Escape. She had to run before this got any worse. Even exposed and helpless as she was, Mika could not risk letting the doppelganger go any further with her plans. Fear overwhelmed pride as a generous ass clad in skimpy rainbow panties lunged for the ropes. Mika managed to sneak her shoulders through the rope before a swift boot collapsed her knees. Mika's full weight pressed into the middle rope, briefly stunning her. A quick set of clicks interrupted the blonde's breaths. A second set of clicks made Mika immediately aware of her new restraints. The former wrestler's ankles were now forcefully spread far beyond the width of her shoulders. The tight embrace of leather soon graced her sculpted thighs just above her knees. "Try and run away now bitch!" The clone laughed with a cruel, mocking tone.

"Is this seriously your best? Get your ass kicked and you turn tail? I thought you had guts..." the impostor's words cut deep. Mika once thought she was a lot of things, but now, she was a coward. In shame she remembered her coaches. Her promises to face every challenge and chase her own rainbow. More and more the brazen wrestler was disappearing, leaving a scared and pathetic mess in her wake. With a sharp tug at the bar between her ankles, Mika was ripped from the ropes and **** into the center of the ring. Mika pawed and tried desperately to crawl away, only to feel even more helpless in the clutches of her clone. A considerable weight pressed down on Mika's hips, and once again the blonde became uncomfortably aware of the toy tormenting her nethers.

Thrash and struggle as she might, the clone soon threaded restrictive bars between Mika's wrists and elbows. The soft, inescapable clicking of little silver locks slowly crushed the blonde's last threads of hope. *click* *click* *click* With each tiny reverberation, Mika's freedoms were increasingly quelled. With her arms now locked behind her back, and her legs shamefully **** apart for all to admire, the bound woman could only rock back and forth in token resistance. Her hips squirmed and gyrated in the frustrating pleasure of the toy buzzing in her rainbow panties. The thong perfectly highlighted the blonde's generous hips and ass as she swayed in building ecstasy. Shameful moans and gasps slipped between Mika's soft lips and the giant gag. A final, lurid moan rang out as the toy's **** came to fruition. Waves of pleasure shook the blonde's shackled body, shaking her in lurid, scandalous ways. A thick, hot puddle seeped out from her womanhood, further ruining the rainbow print of her panties.

The clone let Mika stew in her own juices and shame for a few moments. For the bound blonde, it felt like a few hours. The musky smell of her sex mingled with the rubber and leather binding her in place. The whole predicament sickened Mika, but she could only lay helpless as her **** continued. Eventually the clone grew bored, and decided to continue with her torments. For her next humiliation, Mika's chin was **** up and back as a strange, stiff cylinder slid beneath, then around her neck. The blonde **** felt stiff, painful resistance to her attempts to look down. The cruel device tightened and constricted her throat, making breathing a labored affair. Another accursed lock secured the collar in place.

The clone took a few moments to savor the moment, tracing her fingers down Mika's restrained body. Tempting fingers swirled and groped along exposed flesh. The bound blonde **** whimpered and cooed with each grazing touch. Her plump, **** ass squirmed and wiggled shamefully as the impostor explored her every delicate inch. Prodding digits teased and poked at Mika's womanhood through her ruined rainbow thong. The increasingly transparent fabric hugged her labia with a slimy, skin tight embrace. The toy still buzzed relentlessly against her clit, threatening another wave of pleasure in mere minutes. The clone had slightly more interesting ideas.

With a rough, unceremonious motion, The clone grasped Mika's shoulders and flipped her onto her back. The blonde's eyes widened in fear as she came face to face with her tormentor. A devious grin crossed the doppelganger's lips as she raised the obscene vibrator into her ****'s view. "Ready bitch?" The clone smirked. "It's time for your fuck toy training." With that, the clone's visage left Mika's view. The damnable collar prevent Mika from looking down, but she could soon imagine exactly what was happening. The impostor's weight pressed against Mika's sternum, her bare breasts pressed together by the dominatrix's thighs. With her ankles and knees **** apart, the blonde couldn't help but feel exposed. Her pretty little panties hardly covered anything to begin with. Now they were soaked and drawn luridly into the folds of her womanhood. Her swollen, tender labia lay exposed on either side of the thin rainbow fabric.

Worse, the clone's new toy found it's target. Mika couldn't help but instantly buck and lewdly sway her hips as the vibrator found her womanhood. Between the two toys and her heightened sensitivity, the pleasure was agonizing. The doppelganger's insistence on swirling her fingers around Mika's pert nipples wasn't helping. Her sensitive pink nubs engorged and pebbled under the relentless fingers of her foe. With her mouth utterly stuffed and completely silenced, Mika could only moan and gasp with labored breaths as ecstasy took her. The collar locked her gaze at the blinding lights of the arena's ceiling, and beneath those lights Mika came again. And again. And again.

With each orgasm, the hopelessness of her situation became a little more real. The puddle beneath her bucking hips grew. The threads of her favorite panties frayed, and her clitoris became all the more sensitive for the next orgasmic ****. She could tell the clone was taunting her. Her own voice was calling her a whore, a slut, a fuck toy. Right about now she felt like one. She couldn't tell if the degradation and insults were flowing from her foe, or from her own mind. Either way, time felt like a strange, inescapable loop. Pleasure and pain, resistance and release. Humiliation and anticipation. The cycle grew and spiraled with increasing ferocity as the blonde soaked herself in her own juices. She wasn't sure when she passed out, but she most certainly did.

When she finally came to, Mika couldn't help but notice the thick, sultry smell of her own sex. As her senses returned to her, Mika found her sport's bra and panties splayed in a shameful pile before her. She could see an embarrassingly large puddle in the center of the room, and streaky trail leading to her current perch. Her collar still kept her from looking anywhere but dead ahead, with no room up or down. She could feel her arms locked in place behind her, and her ankles still seductively spread. Sweat dripped from her painfully erect nipples. Something else dripped from her womanhood. Mika couldn't tell if she should be relieved when she noticed the gag no longer filled her mouth, but she was certain that her clone's bag of tricks meant her torment was far from over. Even worse, the fact that her doppelganger was nowhere in sight could only mean trouble.