bow-tie-bat gets to play at last

Until MacKenzie saw her magican's assistant black velvet bow tie which she had been wearing at the start of her role as assistant to her friend, The Amazing Amanda, she had forgotten that, as well as a desire not to be completely naked in front of Amanda and an audience of hundreds of girls, she had another reason to want to keep her panties on.

Her bow tie had tranformed into a bat, which had shown an unwelcome interest in her pussy, but she had been protected by her panties, and now her protection was gone. The bat was fluttering in front of her, and MacKenzie could not wave it away, as her hands were bound behind her back by her fishnet tights. She wriggled her hips, but the bat followed easily, she tried to squeeze her legs together, but could not deny it access to her most private parts.

The velvet actually felt quite nice, and it did not have sharp claws, as she had feared, it felt more as if little hands were exploring her intimate areas, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. MacKenzie opened her legs a little - for balance - with her hands tied she had ****, even if it made it easier for the fiendish creature to proceed with its erotic stimulation.

And proceed it did - MacKenzie's world was reduced to the sensations flooding through her, all thoughts of her audience, and Amanda forgotton. Her knees buckled, and, helpless, she would have falled to the floor, but suddenly she was in Amanda's arms.

Amanda was kneeling on the floor, with MacKenzie's nude body supported by her fishnet stocking clad thigh, her bare left arm supporting MacKenzies back, and her lovely face looking down at MacKenzie with concern.

MacKenzie looked up at her saviour, filled with gratitude and love. She felt supported and safe, although Amanda's right hand was stroking her breast in a way which she was sure was intended to be soothing, but she was finding quite erotic.

MacKenzie had a mental picture of Princess MacKenzie, rescued from some horrible fate by Amanda, her knight in shining armour. she wanted to fling her arms around her brave rescuer, and smother her with kisses.

MacKenzies inability to do any arm flinging brought a new image and story to mind. Princess MacKenzie, beaten in a fair fight by Magian Warrior Princess Amanda, and, as alway happened to the loser in such duels, stripped and made the helpless captive of the winner. Once Amanda's magical bat had completed her domination she would be taken back to her captors dungeon for erotic torment as a life of sexual slavery.

The thought was enough to take MacKenzie of the edge, wave after wave or orgasmic sensation flooded through her, and her last though before she lost consciousness was 'I hope tomorrow's act does not start with me having to tell that dream'