Yes

I gripped at my belt around my neck. I tried to get it away, but I was on my knees and this was pointless. Had Nikki buckled the belt behind me or was she just pulling on it? I didn’t know. What I did know is that I was panicking and was now at her mercy.

She pulled back on the belt. My eyes bulged as I struggled for air. She held it for a few seconds before releasing it. I breathed gratefully.

“That’s what’s going to happen when you’re a bad girl, Hannah,” said Nikki.

“Ow,” I replied, the only thing that came to mind.

“Now, where were we?” She spoke directly into my ear. “Oh, that’s right.”

My breathing accelerated. She tugged on the belt, threatening to choke me again. I didn’t resist this time. I needed an opening and this wasn’t it. I could feel her presence on my shoulder as she bore down upon me. I felt as helpless as I had the last time. Laura’s teachings were of no help here. My only comfort was she couldn’t strip me without letting go of the belt.

She pulled backwards, forcing me to arch my back. Then her hand started to fondle my tits through my tank top. I made that familiar intake of breath as the chill rippled through me again. I tried to shake her off, but she tugged the belt backwards again.

“Why are you making things so hard on yourself? I know you like it.”

She gave each of my tits a little squeeze and traced her fingers down my tank top and down my belly. Here on my knees and unable to do anything but try to jam my fingers inside the belt, I shuddered. My pulse started to quicken. I knew what she was doing. I wanted to resist. I knew I had to. But I was frozen in a dimension between pleasure and pain.

“Sit up straight,” she commanded, dragging the belt upwards with her left hand.

I straightened up without any choice in the matter. Still on my knees, I could feel Nikki also on her knees, right on my shoulder.

Her right hand glided down the front of my tank top to the top of my shorts. I shuddered again at her touch. I knew what was coming yet felt powerless to break out.

She undid the button on the front of my shorts. I felt the skintight shorts were now open and goosebumps appeared all over me. I was defenceless.

Nikki’s hand played with my zipper and eased it down. I grabbed her wrist.

“Shhhh...” she whispered into my ear. “Let it happen. You’ll love it.”

Inexplicably, I stopped fighting completely. What was I doing? I shouldn’t be feeling like this.

She manoeuvred her fingers to the top of my shorts, threatening to go deeper. I felt the warmth spreading again. All thoughts of fighting were cleared from my mind.

Nikki ran her fingers into the opening of my shorts and over my underwear. She teased me, stroking my pussy with nothing but a thin layer of fabric protecting me from humiliation.

“You’re so wet, Hannah,” said Nikki. “I knew you were enjoying this. I didn’t know you were this horny.”

I was lost in my own pleasure, my own fantasies being played out before me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I’d come here for revenge.

“But you’re wearing far too much for this.”