Examination

"This **** is particularly sensitive." Lilly said, her fingers trailing down Clara's chest, towards her bust. The brunette wiggled as much as the restraints would let her, her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. Her body was tingling, she could feel herself getting moist. Suddenly, Lilly's hand was at her breasts, her fingers kneading her chest, digging gently into them, just enough for her to feel it. It was as though a spark of electricity had flashed into existence, Clara gasped, her chest tingled, little sparks of pleasure flowed through her, exploding into life with each touch by the other woman. Clara tried not to moan, but it was hard, Lilly was an expert, she really was. Clara had touched herself many times, and played with her chest a fair amount. Most women could probably claim the same. But Lilly did it with an effortless ruthlessness, targeting the spots where she was most sensitivities, and hitting them again and again, her hands rubbed and kneaded at Clara's breasts, and then, she would turn back, and move from a different angle or speed, so that Clara didn't quite get to brace herself. As soon as she was getting used to one form of stimulation, Lilly would switch to another.

Never before had Clara had such focus on her chest before. Even though her womanhood was reacting strongly to the touch, Lilly didn't even glance there. Instead, she continued to play with her breasts. She rubbed them together, or trailed her fingers along them, or grasped them firmly in her hands, or kneaded them with her fingernails, Clara closed her eyes, but even this did not allow her to endure it. Instead, it merely made it all the harder to ignore. Her skin had come alive, her nerve ending, teased and tantalised, were firing off one by one.

"Her chest is a weak point for her, as you can tell." Lilly said out loud. Clara's eyes snapped open, and she glanced to the other woman. "Useful for punishments, if she causes you trouble. Perhaps a tattoo across her front, or even a piercing if you desire it."

"They are small." Alex noted coldly. Clara almost recoiled. Her chest was slightly smaller than average, it was true. But somehow, it was very different to have this pointed out in quite the same tone as one might point out an aspect of a cow or sheep they intended to buy for their farm.

"That is true." Lilly said. "But size doesn't matter, eh? Clara here may have a small chest, but she's quite receptive to stimulation applied there. For example, note that I only played with her breasts, not her nipples, or anything else. But she's already soaking wet."

Clara blushed as Alex looked down between her legs. Her thighs struggled to close, to deny the truth, but the restraints held her firm, and she couldn't. She closed her eyes, but she could still feel the moistness of her lower lips, the way her womanhood was tingling, the feeling of pressure and arousal that was growing between her legs...

A moment later, her eyes opened again, Lilly's hand was tracing its way down her chest now, the fingers gently trailing over her skin. The path of her approach was sensitive already, and Clara felt every inch as she slowly, so very slowly, brought her fingers down to explore Clara's womanhood.

"You can see that she is shaved." Lilly said. "That's the standard of our business, I am afraid. We allow them to keep no privacy at all. So as soon as she came into our hands, we had to make sure that she was totally bare. It also helps in moments like this. Does she impress you more down here?"

Alex looked at her, she felt his gaze between her legs, her breathe came slowly, and she was shaking a little. This felt so real, it was hitting her fantasies perfectly. Each touch, each word, each time Lilly showed off her body, it made her feel absolutely humiliated that it was happening, and absolutely helpless that she couldn't stop it.

"I must say... "Alex commented. "She does look fine down there. Quite delicate, and very wet. May I?"

"Of course." Lilly said. "Just don't do anything that would lower her value... or if you do, be prepared to buy her afterwards."

Clara braced, her fingers curling into fists as she felt Alex lean down, his hand hovering between her legs, the shadow of his arm covering her body. She was breathing quickly now, her skin felt so very warm, her insides churned with mortification and desire. She strained against the straps holding her in place, testing her strength against the leather to no avail. She was trapped, trapped and utterly helpless. Alex's nearness was hard to ignore, his presence clearly felt. His hand was reaching down, and she jumped as she felt his fingers caress her vulva, rubbing against the soft skin of her mound in a way that made her toes curl. She felt his touch, sending sparks through her body, his fingers rubbing against her womanhood, gently pressing down against it. A powerful tingling filled her body, shooting along her nerves, she could feel her nipples growing hard, the cold wind teasing them as Alex stroked her womanhood, rubbing back and forth in a slow but relentless motion that made her head spin.