A Refusal, and a Plan

Clara growled form the back of her throat. Her blood was rushing through her body, and she could feel the tingling of the pegs which had gripped hold of her skin. It was happening in waves, tiny little pulses of pins and needles which spread out slowly through her body. If it had only been in one or two places, she probably could have ignored it much more easily, but it wasn't, The pegs were all over her body, and so the waves were travelling all over her skin, meeting and merging, making her shiver as they did. The air felt so very cold, and her skin felt so very tender, the gripping teeth of the wooden pegs were textured, so that she could feel them in detail by the pressure they placed on her skin. Her whole body was radiating a sort of hyper-sensitivity now, as if every cell, and every inch of her knew what was about to happen. Her chest was tingling, the erotic sensation of the peg which had been closed around each of her nipples spiking with each breath she took. With her hands tied, and her body moments from this torture, she realised she had never in her life felt more vulnerable than she did right here and right now.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, feeling the cold air fill her lungs. She could feel Alex looking at her from where he was tied up. She realised that she was sweating, her legs were still spread from before, and the suction cups were still applied to her body, even if the electricity was no longer being used. In that moment, Clara almost felt like she was floating above herself, even the touch of the wooden pegs became distant, the thunder of her own blood in her ears was soft and muted, the spiking of the arousal in her womanhood was distant, and for a single moment, it was as though she floated on her own.

Clara felt like a different person than the girl she had been when this week had started. She felt somehow as though her world had been turned upside down. She had explored herself, and found parts of her own nature she had not even known about. Not only this, but she had also explored Alex, and even Lilly. Before she had offered herself as a slave, she would never have thought she could come so close to either of them, but now she almost felt that her heart was beating in tune with their own. Especially Alex...

She raised her head slowly, looking Lilly in the eyes, she felt her throat go dry, her hands were balled behind her back, fingers intertwined.

"Not a chance in hell." She growled. "Go ahead and do it."

Lilly shrugged then, her eyes closed very slightly, narrowing as she listened to Clara's words. Then, without an answer of her own, she did exactly that. With a single, fluid motion, she took hold of one of the strings and pulled hard. Clara felt something that was not unlike a rippling effect as the rope went taut, and then yanked each of the pegs off her body one after another. She pressed her eyes tightly closed, each one was a tiny burst of stimulation as it was ripped from her flesh. She bit her lower lip as she felt the waves of sharp pain spreading through her form. They were not too bad, but they were sudden, and in close proximity to one another, so that they merged into one long sensation that took place along her upper arms and lower back.

A cry escaped her lips, the sound was animal like, composed of shock, and pain and arousal. She'd never felt anything like it before, and when it was done, she gasped for a moment or two, her body radiating shock.

"Still not going to give up?" Lilly asked, grinning like a devil as she reached for another one of the three ropes. "Still two more to go, Clara. You wanna join the winning side?"

Clara shook her head, the power of words had been stolen from her, and all she could do was sit and endure. She felt Alex's look of concern, his unspoken encouragement as Lilly's hands closed around the second rope, and she pulled.

Again, the rippling feeling of sharp pain as each of the wooden pegs was pulled away in succession, the feeling spreading along her legs and lower body. It was worse now though, since the first round had not yet fulled faded, and Lilly pulled a little faster, a little harder. Clara felt her back arch, her legs buck, her chest heaved as the feeling slammed into her like a wave, A low hiss that was also part moan escaped from between her lips as she strained against the feeling. Then, it was over, or at least, the first wave was over. Now, as she sat with her hair half-covering her head, her head tilted down, she could feel the blood rushing back to her skin, the pins and needles growing, becoming more stabbing, it made her grit her teeth, her face turn pale.

"Clara!" Alex said. "Hang on, you're going to be okay."

"I...I'm fine..." She gasped. "I'm fine Alex. This is... this is nothing..."

"We'll see about that when we get to the third rope." Lilly said, tugging gently on said rope. The motion made Clara's eyes snap open, as she felt the three pegs connected to each of her breasts pull on her sensitive skin, sending a wave of anticipation skirting through her chest. "Third is the hardest. Still sure you don't wanna give up?"

Clara felt a bitterness welling up in her throat. Her heart was beating, and her womanhood felt tight and hot, liquid was staining her inner thigh, and her clit was buzzing with arousal. She'd never felt this aroused before, even when she and Alex had played their games together, or even in the swimming pool. Fuck, this felt so amazing, her whole body was lit-up, feeling everything that was done to it. It was like every nerve was primed and ready, every cell waiting for the wave to sweep over it, to add its voice to the cry. Her skin tingled, and she could feel the sweat beading her body.

But, her heart was racing for a different reason now. From behind the curtain of her brown hair, Clara saw something glittering on the ground, discarded after they were no longer of use. It was the scissors that Lilly had used to cut her free of her clothes. Lilly seemed to have forgotten about them. Clara turned her head slightly. Alex was in line with the scissors, but they were too far away from him to reach. Lilly hadn't spotted them, she'd forgotten they were even there.

Clara's head was swimming, her heart beat fast. Was she really going to do what she was thinking of now? Change the script of the game? Act on her own initiative? She was supposed to be the slave, wasn't she, and slaves didn't act like that...

But then, she felt a small grin forming, pulling at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes sparkled with impish designs.

Who the hell said she couldn't sow a little chaos of her own?

As Lilly approached, Clara schooled her face, heaving for breath maybe a little harder than she really had to. She realised that she had to somehow get the scissors to Alex, but her hands were tied in the same was as his were. So she'd have to get them to him, and then distract Lilly long enough for him to manage to pick them up and use them to free himself. She was thinking quickly, her mind awash with thoughts. If she looped her toe around them, and kicked them off, maybe... but that would be so obvious.

Unless she timed it very well.

Lilly pulled the final rope then. Clara felt her back arch, her muscles going taut as tiny little pings of pain ran up the sides of her body, looping down below her neck, and then ran along the sides of her breasts. Tender skin, which had already been abused, screamed again as her nipples were tugged cruelly, the gripping teeth of the wooden pegs surrendering them only reluctantly. She felt her body spasm, a cry escaping her lips, stronger than the last, pain and arousal flowed with equal measure from her body. But, as she reacted, Clara managed to forge back the fog of pain in her mind, her toe managing to catch the handle of the scissors, and as she jerked, the pain and shock of her punishment making her writhe, she managed to hurl it towards her partner. Then, she gasped, groaning as she surrendered herself to the full force of the feeling sweeping her body.

Before she could full recover, she felt Lilly's hand on her upper chest. The push was gentle, but firm, and Clara crashed to the ground, the air knocked out of her. Lilly was above her then, she could see naked lust in the other woman's eyes, and it made her shiver. Clara's legs were spread, and Lilly knelt, locking them with her down so that Clara couldn't close them. She felt her heart beating fast, her skin dancing as Lilly's body came closer and closer. Suddenly, the two women were face to face, Clara could feel Lilly's hardened nipples pushing against her own, her womanhood was registering the gentle pressure of Lilly's mound pressing down on it. Clara growled, feeling the touch sent agonisingly erotic waves flowing through her. As if the stiffness of her nipples were not enough of a tell, Lilly's wetness was clear even though Clara could not feel it. Just as she was sure that her own was to Lilly. Lilly was lying on her, the force of her body pressing down on Clara, the heat of her skin impossible to ignore. She could feel every inch of her mentor's naked body.

Clara gulped. Suddenly, things had escalated, her pussy ached with desire, her skin was still tingling from the punishment. Lilly reared up, the two women locking eyes. She reached up, and gently twitched a strand of blond hair away from her blue eyes, gazing down at Clara with hunger and lust. Clara felt her heart beating faster. Her fingers were tingling. arousal swamped her body.

"If you're not going to break..." Lilly whispered in a husky voice. "Then we're just going to have to move on to the next stage now. I'm going to ravage you, little Clara. Right in front of your boyfriend, I'm going to fuck you until you squeal and moan and beg for more."

Clara felt Lilly's hands fumbling at her womanhood. Each touch sent waves of lust racing through her. Her body felt hot, a fierce pleasure building as Lilly's fingers found her entrance. She groaned, pinned and helpless, feeling her lower lips forced apart. Lilly started to rub her, slowly at first, but faster and faster, the friction making her moan, the feeling spreading to her whole body, her nerves were on fire, the ecstasy of Lilly's touch made her heart beat fast. She threw her head back, her mouth half open, but Lilly pressed forwards, capturing Clara in a long, deep kiss. She felt the other woman's tongue in her mouth, the presence of her body so very close. Clara's breasts were meshed together with Lilly's, each breath heightening their combined arousal. Lilly's fingers were still stimulating her, and she could no longer resist the urge to grind herself against them. She moaned, feeling Lilly's slender digits slip inside of her, the touch sent shivers through her body.

"You really did want this, didn't you?" Lilly asked, as their kiss broke. "Well, don't worry. This is just the start of what I am going to do to you."

So saying, she sped up, her fingers starting to enter Clara's womanhood with more speed, making the other woman twitch and writhe, moans torn from her throat as her pussy responded to the fierce stimulation. She felt hot, her pussy felt hot, she could feel herself tightening around Lilly's fingers, which only made the feeling even harder to escape. Lilly was fingering her, the speed and momentum of her actions making Clara squirm. Each time she entered her, Clara's pussy exploded with desire, and and each time she left, that desire did not fully fade before she was entered again. As Clara moaned and writhed, pinned under the other woman, she felt herself building more and more towards a climax.

Even as the pleasure assailed her body, Clara managed to keep her mind clear enough to have one crucial thought. She needed to buy Alex time! And she also hoped really, really desperately that she had actually managed to get him the scissors, and not hit him in the head with them or something.

Clara pressed forwards, pushing into the kiss, Lilly was surprised, her eyes widened, but only for a moment, and then she doubled her own efforts. Clara's womanhood was a storm of pleasure, Lilly's fingers tracing and teasing, entering her and making her gasp and moan.The heat of the other woman's body was impossible to ignore, Clara skin felt like it had been engulfed by a cloud of static electricity. She didn't have her hands free, but she did have a leg, so she grunted, trying to reposition herself, and then managed to shift so that her leg was pressing against Lilly's womanhood. Lilly groaned, Clara forced her legs outwards, applying pressure to the other woman. She felt Lilly's body begin to quiver, but Lilly continued to pleasure her as well. Again, Clara's back arched, and she felt her insides light up, the inevitable climax swimming closer and closer.

Then, Clara felt Lilly's other hand sweeping along the side of her body, playing gently with her hair as the two made love. She strained, but she knew she was reaching her limits now, her muscles were taut, and her skin was pale.

Alex... she thought desperately, Alex, come on! I can't hold out much longer!

Even as she thought this, Lilly broke the kiss, Clara gasped for air, but Lilly was just going on another offensive, she trailed kisses down the side of Clara's neck, letting her teeth gently scrape against the other woman's skin. Clara gasped, her body churned, she felt Lilly's touch sent flickering embers dancing through her body.

She came a moment later. Her whole body lit up, every nerve screamed, she convulsed, her muscles straining as all the stimulation she had endured so far was paid back at once in pleasure. It swamped her body, and fogged her mind, filled her up with nothing but ecstasy, like a thunderbolt had earthed itself in her body. She felt like screaming, but she could not, all she could do was issue a long, low moan as her body was filled with pleasure.

Then, at last, as it started to fade, Clara lay on the floor, gasping for air. Her hair was in a mess, her skin was sweaty. she could feel her own liquids staining her skin and the floor below her. Lilly was looking into her eyes, but that was not what Clara first noticed.

It was the fact that Alex had freed himself and was standing behind her.