Punishment

Clara lay with her back to the wooden table, her head was spinning, and her skin felt hot. Her pussy was soaking wet by now, and her clit itself felt utterly and absolutely exposed. She could still feel the gentle but firm pressure from Lilly, who was keeping it from retreating back into its hood, and the sensation of her fingers was enough to drive Clara wild. She tried to breath easily, but it was hard, her whole body tingled, and part of her felt absolutely mortified at the fact that even her most secret place had now been exposed. It was as though every layer of privacy, from the very first to the very last, had been stripped away from her, and she was now without any shred of dignity at all. She felt cornered, nervous, bared to the world. Helpless and captive.

She'd never felt so alive in her life. Her heart was hammering in her chest, she could feel her blood rushing through her body. She waited, waited for the words which would decide her fate. Pleasure or punishment, that was the question.

For several long moments, Alex said nothing. His face was carefully neutral, as though he were considering both angles.

"Pleasure or punishment, you say?" He mused. "Well, I could decide, but let's let her make the choice, will we?"

"Oh?" Lilly said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Simple." Alex said, moving slowly around the table. As he did so, he let his hands fall, his fingers brushing her skin as he moved. Eventually, they found her left breast, cupping it between them. Clara shuddered.

"What do you think, Clara?" He said, and for a moment, she wondered if he was actually asking her outside the confines of the game. But then he went on. "I have a mind to buy you and set you to work, but before I do that, I need to know your state of mind. A troublesome **** can be such a bother, you know. So are you happy to be a ****? Or do you still harbour foolish thoughts of going free? Which one is it?"

Clara said nothing, her heart beat fast. Obviously, she knew what was going to happen here. She would either admit that she was his **** and be rewarded, or refuse and be punished. Alex was leaving the choice to her, but in a clever way that didn't break the feeling of the game. She bit her lower lip, chewing on it slightly, trying to figure out what to say. Did she want to be punished? Well, part of her did, but if she did that, what would it feel like? Her clit was already exposed, and this would doubtless draw the ire of her ''tormentors'. Her most sensitive and delicate part. She didn't know what it would feel like, but it would doubtless be intense.

What did she want to do? What did she want to endure? Was she a proud woman, battling for her freedom? Or a broken **** ready to accept her place? She licked her lips, her mind still working. Suddenly, Alex clenched his fingers around her nipple, and she jerked in surprise and pain.

"Answer." He said. "Now."

"I..." Clara hesitated, her voice seemed so very small. She felt naked, which wasn't strange seeing as how she was naked. But she really felt it, a deep and abiding helplessness which went beyond mere lack of clothes. She hesitated. Could she really go through with this? Even with Alex? Even with Lily? Her heart was hammering, she was nervous. She was afraid. Afraid of what might happen if she answered the way she wanted to.

She took a moment, clearing her head, and then, before she could hesitate a second time, plunged forwards.

"I'm not your ****." She said. "I don't deserve to be here, and I'm not going to be some toy to a rich fucker like you. Let me go right now!"

"Ah." Alex said, drawing back. "Pity."

Clara's heart hammered in her chest, she felt her blood pounding, beating like a drum in her ears. Her tongue was heavy, and she couldn't say a word as Alex walked back towards Lilly, the other woman gave her a look, part comrade, part playfully malicious.

"I will buy her if you can break her." Alex told Lilly. "Before the end of the day. Otherwise, I see no point. Do you think you can do it?"

"Well..." Lilly looked over Clara for a moment, her eyes were sharp, and Clara nearly swore she _felt _them as they swept over her body. "I think I might have an idea or two."

The two of them left the room then, and Clara lay back, her heart hammering. The wooden board beneath her skin still felt cold, though it was warm with the heat of her body by now, so she was pretty sure it was psychological. She felt a little bit sick, a little bit worried. Had she gone too far? Had she done something foolish? What would they do to her now? She licked her lower lip, her mind running in circles. Alex was genuine in his desire to play his role, she knew, but he was also fumbling with her body, he didn't know it nearly as well as she did, so she felt she had little to fear from him. But Lilly knew a woman's body a lot better, and Clara had no doubt that she would be the one to plan her ''punishment''. What should she do? Beg for mercy when they got back? Promise to do anything so long as they didn't punish her? She considered it, her stomach clenched, and shivers ran down in her body. Maybe Alex would maker her eat Lilly out right in front of him so that they knew she was serious? Or... would he do something worse? Use toys on her? Make her beg for forgiveness?

Clara could feel the building heat and wetness between her legs as she considered it. The idea turned her on a lot. But on the other hand, what if she didn't surrender? What if she stayed stubborn, and didn't give in? The idea was...well, it was hard to reconcile with her other desires, but if she did that, Lilly and Alex would surely do something to try and make her break. That idea sent a jolt of adrenaline rushing through her body. Did she want to do that? Did she want to be the brave young woman who refused to break? Clinging to her dignity with every last means she had?

Maybe... Maybe...

But before she could make up her mind one way or the other, she heard the other two coming back into the room again. The door opened, and Lilly came first, carrying a bag in her hand. Clara could see that she had stripped out of her top and shirt, and was now wearing just a bra and panties. The sight of her naked body made Clara twitch, especially the damp spot between her legs, showing that she was enjoying this just as much as the two of them.

"Here is what we're going to do." Lilly said, stepping towards the table. "Clara, dear, I'm afraid you've terribly embarrassed us all. So we're going to have to punish you in a way that you won't soon forget. Now remember, at any time, you can stop this by telling us that you submit. You understand? In those exact words, you can put a stop to this."

Ah. Clara thought, her heart was fluttering now. A safe word. What was Lilly planning that a safe word was going to be needed?

Her skin tingled as Lilly reached over for her chest, her long, slender fingers gently stroking Clara's bust. The younger woman gritted her teeth, it felt so very good. Her skin was ready to be touched and caressed after so long on the table. She hissed as she felt Lilly's thumb and forefinger circle her right nipple, and it began to grow erect. Then, Lilly took something out of the bag which made Clara blanch.

It was a long, slender rope. String, really. Very thin, and quite soft by the look of it. It had no rough edges to dig in, but that didn't reassure her much. It was very thin, but quite strong, and Clara felt it as it was placed against her nipple, carefully twirled and twisted by Lilly. Once it was around the nipple, Lilly drew it tight, Clara jumped, the restraints holding her in place as the knot was secured. Now, Lilly took hold of the rope, and gently started to pull it. Clara gritted her teeth as she felt her nipple constricted, and her breasts pulled upwards just a bit. Lilly jerked it suddenly, not quite enough to be painful, but enough to be uncomfortable. Once, twice, three times. Testing the knot, making sure it was secure.

It was. Clara could feel its tight embrace about her sensitive skin, her nipple was tingling strongly, the hug of the string not enough to cut off circulation, but enough to make her hyper aware of that part of her anatomy. She felt like her breast was throbbing slowly, not in pain, but with waves of tension, the foreign touch of the string worming its way into her mind.

Next, Lilly moved to the other nipple, and this time, she bent down, opening her mouth. Clara stifled a groan as she felt the hot air of Lilly's breathe against her breast. The other woman started to suck on her, stimulating her nipple with her tongue and lips. Clara gasped, the air stolen from her lungs by the contact. Arousal coursed through her body, and she struggled not to moan.

Oh god, this felt so good. She could feel her pulsing, building arousal. Her body ached with want. Her pussy was tingling, desire coursing through her from her head to her toes.

"I..." She managed. "I'm not...not gonna give up..."

Lilly just smiled, withdrawing her head from Clara's chest. The absence sent a pang of regret through the younger girl, but Lilly was far from done. As she had before, she took the string, and secured it around Clara's other nipple, drawing it into a tight knot, and then pulling it several times to test that it was secure.

Clara endured this in as much silence as she could, though her muffled voice rose in several moans as she felt Lilly tugging and pulling at her nipple, tightening the noose around it, and then drawing closed the knot. It pressed against her skin, refusing to let her ignore the fact that something had been done to her. Her body trembled, and her skin was slick with sweat.

"Heeey, Clara." Lilly said, leaning over her with that same evil grin. Clara realised that she was holding something, a length of rope which was tied to the two she'd already connected to her body. It was a three-ended rope. "Guess where this one is going? Still wanna keep going? Or are you ready to submit and accept your place yet? You can't keep resisting you know. Sooner or later, you'll break. You're gonna be a ****, girl. A sex ****. Just accept it and you might find it fun. If you don't, well, some people enjoy that route too, so I guess I can't judge. Either way, last chance. You wanna surrender? Make it all stop? Be a nice little **** and do what you're told?"

"Fuck you..." Clara managed, the words were unusually harsh for her, but she was feeling the tension of the moment now. Both of her breasts were slowly pulsing with the uncomfortable feeling of the rope around her nipples, and she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused by the moment.

"Still tough, eh?" Lilly asked. "That's fine. I find it pretty cute. Let's see if you can keep it up."

She moved around the table, walking slowly, giving Clara time to sweat. The brunette on the table moved between her open legs. Part of the table had been cut away there, so that you could walk up right to them. Clara felt sweat beading her forehead. Tension filled her, the knowledge of what was about to happen made her weak.

Lilly's hands. Lilly hand's between her legs, her fingers gently probing and touching. Clara almost moaned, her labia were coated in her desire now, she threw back her head as she felt the other woman brush across her lower lips. Her fingers trailing, seeking...

There!

She found it a moment later. Clara groaned, a bolt of lightning ran through her body as Lilly's hands touched her clit again, forcing back the hood to reveal the nub of flesh. Clara was gasping, her back arched, her hands balled, this moment was more real than anything she'd ever felt before. Holy shit, was this really happening? Was she really doing this? She felt charged, alive, worried, and yet anticipating. A mix of emotions so strong, she'd never felt like this before.

Clara felt the evil touch of the rope against her clit. Now, she realised why it was so soft. If it had been rougher, it might have dug in, done damage to such a delicate place. But it was soft, it didn't have edges, it had been made carefully for this very task. Clara hissed through her closed lips as she felt Lilly loop the rope around her clitoris, the fabric hugging her in a way that nothing had ever done before. It felt so personal, she almost felt like she was being violated, with her legs spread, and her body reduced to a simple tool of pleasure.

Oh god, was she really doing this? Could this all be true? Was this not some sort of phantasmic dream she was about to wake from, in her own home, covered in her own liquid? A wet dream of a type she had never felt before?

Part of her hoped not, part of her hoped so. If she woke up from this, at home, and none of this had happened, would she do it again? Go to Alex with the same gift, knowing what was going to happen, and what she would do and have done to her? Would do do all of this again?

Clara let out a gurgled sound as the knot was drawn tight about her clit. Not too tight, not painful. But tight enough to feel. Tight enough to make her tingle and gasp, and feel the tensile strength of the rope which now ran down her chest, secured to each of her breasts, and ended in a knot around her very clitoris itself. It was a new type of chain, she realised. One more complete, more humiliating than anything else. her sexual organs had been tied together, stimulation to one was stimulation to all. Lilly demonstrated this fact just a moment later, gently pulling on the rope around her wait. Clara felt her eyes roll back as the bindings around her clit and nipples both constricted and began to pull up, the feeling was intense and focused. She tried to kick out, maybe in pleasure, maybe to defend herself, but the bindings held her very tightly. She was trapped, trapped like this, with absolutely no escape.

"You can stop this." Lilly taunted her, easing on the rope a little so she could lay, gasping. "You can make it all end. Just surrender. Say the safe word, and we're done here. All you have to do is give in."

Clara panted. Her body was aflame, her finger tips had gone numb, and she could feel her skin radiating heat. The touch of the rope was constant, inescapable, and her clitoris was screaming for release. There was pain, but not as much of it as she had thought. In spite of the image, Lilly was being gentle. It was still just a game.

"N-no..." Clara moaned. "I won't.... I won't..."