Not even close so far

Angel twisted so that Peppy was lying face down, and pulled on her arms so they were straight above her head, her wrists still tied together by the long chain of Angel's cuffs.

"To me..." Angel whispered softly into Peppy's ear, "There is no sweeter music than the voice of a girl who has submitted to her desires."

"Like hell!" Peppy souted. "Get offa me and fight fair! And stoh-oh-op that!" Her voice ended in a whine as Angel worked her tongue into her ear.

Sliding down Peppy's back, Angel slid her muscular legs in between Peppy's, prying them apart as if Peppy wasn't even trying to resist. Peppy moaned as Angel began to slide her thigh up and down against her quickly moistening slit.

Panting with frustration and anger, Peppy tried to get something, anything, going, but Angel's body seemed to be dominating her without even trying.