Walking the crotch-rope

Ephra was about to quit the rubbing and push her finger into Laerinia’s vagina, when they were interrupted by Tanariehl.

“Thank you, my beautiful sluts. You’re the perfect lovers and I wish I could let you go on for hours, but we have so much more on the schedule. I hope you enjoy a little friendly competition, because I got a game for the two of you. You’ll walk the ropes. But before you do that I want you to change outfits. You look incredibly sexy in your coloured bodystockings, but I want to see your skin, how it glistens with excitement. Put these on instead.”

The incubus handed the women sheer stockings, Ephra got a black pair and Laerinia - white ones. Both obediently took off their bodystockings and put on the nylons, they put the heels back on as well.

“Before we begin the game put your anal plugs back in” Tanariehl commanded.

With their stockings and heels on, and the plugs in, the women approached the ropes, each about five meters long and with a thick knot every thirty centimetres. They were currently hanging semi-loose at inappropriate height, the incubus adjusted the position as well as the tension; now each rope was at a height of the crotch of the woman that was going to walk it. The women could barely rise their legs high enough to get them over the lines, once they set their foot back on the ground the ropes were digging into their vaginas; it felt uncomfortable, but not overly painful. But Tanariehl wanted to makes things even more exciting, he readjusted the rope, so that they were even higher and tighter. The women could not stand firmly on the ground in their high heels, but had to balance their bodies or have the lines grind deeper into their clitorises, now causing mild pain. That was not the end though, the incubus tied their arms behind their backs in a reverse prayer position. Both women were limber enough to endure that pose for longer periods of time, but that just added to their discomfort and made it more difficult for them to balance their bodies. The final addition to the predicament were nipple clamps, of course with weights to add minor incentive to walk faster.

“Rules are simple, ladies. You need to get to the end of the rope and back in order to complete the race. Turning around at the end might be tricky, but it still might be easier than going backwards. The winner will get to climax sooner, not immediately, because I still have some entertainment planned, but significantly sooner. Get ready, set, go!”

As Tanariehl spoke the last word another diversion came to life - the ropes began to vibrate. The motion was not strong and it did not impede the balance, but enhanced the stimulation enormously.

Ephra’s long legs did not give her any advantage over significantly shorter Laerinia, the ropes were so high and tight, that each women had to make short mincing steps in order to be able to maintain the balance as well as to reduce the grinding. Still the angel was athletic and had stronger and more durable muscles, she was advancing faster from the very beginning; the race was slow in general though and the difference of their pace was minimal. The women might not have been moving too quickly, but that did not lessen the intensity of the competition in any degree. Not because of the prize, but because of all the obstacles, each one incredibly arousing.

The anal plugs were the least concerning sources of excitement, the nipple clamps were significantly more impactful. The steps the women made might have been short, but were uneven and that made the weights rock to the sides, pulling hard on their nipples. Obviously the ropes were the biggest challenge, the constant grinding and rubbing of their vaginas was painful, but most of all it was insanely arousing, the effect was doubled by the vibrations. It took all the willpower of the angel and the drow to stay focused on the task. It got even harder once they reached the knots, these were thick and cut into their vaginas even deeper. Laerinia and Ephra were as focused on walking as was possible in the circumstances, but they could not hold back the moans. Both women were already incredibly aroused from previous activities, so now they made a lot of noise as they walked, highly erotic noises to be precise.

The angel was the first to reach the end of the line which was half-point of the race. She decided to lift up her leg over the rope, turn around and make the return trip straight; going backwards did not seem a good idea. Lifting the leg turned out to be a lot harder than she had initially anticipated, she had to stand on her toes in the fifteen centimetre heels that she was wearing, then lift the straight leg, move it over the rope and put on the other side. After that she would have to turn around and repeat the motion; maintaining balance was the hardest part. Rules did not say anything about falling, but with hands tied behind her back she would have to waste a lot of time to get up.

While Ephra was unsuccessfully trying to turn around, Laerinia also got to the end of the line, she had decided to make the return trip backwards. She would have to be extra careful and that would make the pace significantly slower, but she did not feel confident enough to turn around. The drow took a deep breath, released the air in a loud gasp and began the other half of the race; the angel was still failing to lift her leg over the rope.

Laerinia had made over half a meter of her way back, when Ephra finally managed to get off the rope, getting back onto it turned out to be easier, although that did not mean effortless; the drow managed to move quite a few centimetres in that time. The sorceress might have been ahead of the angel, but she was moving backwards and was slower in general; the race continued, as did the stimulation. The nipples should have became numb by that point, but they had not, the pressure and the pulling was sensed by the women even more now. And the ropes were almost driving them crazy, the weak but constant vibration was a truly devilish invention. Their vaginas were so responsive now, but the grinding and the rubbing would not stop for few more meters.

Ephra was visibly catching up on Laerinia, moving straight ahead was easier, but it was not running. The drow seemed to be quite comfortable with her movement, going backwards was unnatural, but not as difficult as she had feared; it did not influence the stimulation in any way which was the biggest obstacle of the whole race.

The angel might have been catching up, but she had lost too much time on turning around, that was the one choice that had lost her the race. The drow won by a narrow margin, she would be the one receiving the orgasm first; but not yet.