She Begs For It

Imogen stopped rubbing her as soon as the buzzer sounded. The next round would be six full minutes for someone to pleasure their opponent. Alma was still on her back with her legs open by the time Imogen returned to the table.

It took her a few seconds to realize it was time to pick another card. Alma couldn’t even get to her feet. Her legs were like jelly, and she felt warm everywhere. The humiliation she should be feeling wasn’t there. Alma’s mind had wandered elsewhere. She crawled on her hands and knees back to the table, taking in gulps of air.

Her thong clung to the bottom of the curve of her ass, the front with her pussy still sopping wet and exposed.

Imogen quickly pulled the card and turned it in her fingers to show her. A queen. It would be enough to win most rounds, but anything could happen. Alma just wanted to know the result now.

She picked up the card and showed it. The four told the story. She’d lost. She could not survive six more minutes after what she had just endured. What she now faced hadn’t yet registered. The buzzer sounded.

Imogen seemed to understand her victory was at hand. She didn’t hit Alma but took her by the wrist and dragged her slowly across the floor until they were at the corner of the sofa.

The dancer got down next to her and played with Alma’s clitoris for a moment before moving over and flicking one of Alma’s nipples with her tongue.

“Oh, my god…” Alma’s voice was barely a whisper.

Imogen inserted two fingers again before taking them out. They were coated in Alma’s juices. She gently forced Alma to open her lips and lick it off.

“Here.” Imogen took Alma’s hand. “Touch yourself. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Such a request would have been insane just ten minutes ago, but Alma followed her orders. She couldn’t bear to let the increasing pressure ebb away. Alma played with her pussy like she was home alone.

Imogen hunted for the cupboard Alma had mentioned earlier. She opened up all the doors until she found a selection of items. Imogen smirked. She had already broken Alma. Now it was just a matter of time. Imogen fished out a pair of handcuffs and a black vibrator. When she returned, Alma continued to follow her orders. She was soaking.

“Give me your wrists.” Imogen took a wrist and slapped the handcuffs on her. “It’ll be okay.”

Alma showed no resistance as Imogen handcuffed her around the leg of the sofa. Her arms were now above her head, and her legs were open, waiting. The redhead was now spreadeagled before her and at her mercy. She had all the time she needed to finish this.

Alma jangled the handcuffs. Imogen wondered if it had dawned on her that she was now trapped or whether stopping the stimulation was torturing her. It was clear Alma had reached peak horniness. She wanted this.

Imogen ran a hand across her alabaster thighs as she got down on her knees, thankful that she had managed to at least retain her thong.

She leaned across her until she stared directly into Alma’s glazed eyes. She slipped a finger into her pussy again and stopped. “What do you want to happen now?”

“Mmh,” Alma squeaked.

“Say it.”

Alma shook her head frantically.

Imogen wiggled her finger against Alma’s g-spot and got the reaction she wanted. “Say it.”

“Fuck me,” Alma breathed. “Let me go.”

Imogen smiled. She’d got her. The cameras would have picked that piece of audio up. The dancer retreated and eased off Alma’s black mesh polka-dot thong. The last piece of clothing Alma had left her feet without any resistance, leaving her buck naked.

She pressed the button on the vibrator, letting Alma hear the buzz, allowing the pure pleasure that was to come to wash over her. Imogen leaned across Alma again until they were face to face.

“What do you want me to do to you, Alma?”

“Fuck me.”

“Louder,” Imogen snapped.

“Fuck me!”

“Fuck me what?”

“Fuck me, please, Imogen!” she yelled.

Imogen pressed her lips against Alma’s and thrust her tongue down her throat. To her surprise, Alma’s tongue moved with hers. She was really getting off on this. Imogen didn’t allow herself to linger too long, mindful of the time.

Moving back to her original purpose, she pressed the vibrator onto one of the highest settings and let the machine do its work. Alma’s legs wiggled as her eyes practically rolled into the back of her skull.

Imogen knew how to move and manipulate the black vibrator just right to achieve maximum pleasure. Alma could only moan, with her voice becoming increasingly high-pitched with every twitch.

The dancer noticed her own nipples hardening as she watched Alma enjoying herself so much. She couldn’t deny the sight of Alma at her mercy, her prisoner, was also turning her on. Within her thong, she felt herself growing wet with pleasure as she grew hornier and hornier. Part of her wanted to join in, part of her even dared to imagine what it would have been like if she had lost.

But, no, she wasn’t about to suffer that indignity on camera. She could see to herself another time.

Imogen stopped the vibrator one last time when she felt Alma was getting close. “Say it. What do you want me to do?”

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Fuck me, Imogen!”

Imogen couldn’t stop smiling as she switched the vibrator back on. Alma’s pussy juices had already started to drip onto the floor. Just a little more now. She upped it to the highest setting and got the scream of pleasure she had been waiting for. A few more seconds passed, and Alma kicked and arched her back as the vibrations started to ricochet throughout her whole body.

Alma was left a sweating mess. Her red hair was disheveled, and she struggled to catch her breath as all the energy left her.

Imogen got to her feet, tossing the vibrator onto the sofa. She’d won. And she first grabbed her clothes and redressed in record time while Alma lay naked and bound, comprehending what had just happened to her.

The now fully dressed dancer squatted down to her opponent. “See you later, Alma.” She pointed at the nearest camera. “You’re a star now.”

The door was unlocked for Imogen, and Alma’s friends rushed past her to tend to their degraded friend. She had just cummed on camera and begged her to do it. Imogen grinned, knowing Alma would never live this down.