Delisha and Juice

Juice struggles as Delisha gets close to her.

"Dere, dere Juice. its me. Yooehr mate. remember me?"

"Where's mistress?" Mimi asks frantically, "I remember something hitting me and being hung up. Now... now I'm here. Where's mistress?'

"Ssh... ssh." Delisha says letting her fingers down between Juice's legs

"You dahn't need dat french toad."

Juice moans as Delisha starts to finger fuck her

"No, I need Mistress. I need the pain. Its the best ****... ah..." Juice bites her lips, "It give me so high. Fu...fuck!"

Juice starts to orgasm while Delisha leans in to kiss Juice as her body shakes.

"I gaht yooehr 'igh right 'ere, Luv."

Delisha then starts to kiss the bound Juice, caressing her hair as Delisha finger fucks her harder.

Juice tries to pull away but Delisha pulls her in and kisses her more. Their tongues intertwine while Juice comes again.

Delisha then starts to unbuckle her pants and takes them and her panties off. She then wraps her around Juice and starts to scissor her.

"Fuck!" Juice cries as Delisha's and Juice's pussies rub against each other.

Both women's moans became louder as they start to cum in the middle of the cell.

Delisha wipes some sweat from her forehead

"Dat was nice ahrgasm. Care to go again Juice?"

Juice was lying down in the middle of her cell.

"Juice?" Delisha starts to pat Juice's cheek.

"She's past out, Delisha." A familiar voice replies.

Delisha turns to see Dr. Humpalot a little disheveled, with her hair out of place and her clothes a little unkempt.

"She's not used to so many orgasms at once like she used to. I suspect because of the sadomasochism lifestyle she's been under for the last two months under Mimi with the likes of orgasm denial and such."

Delisha nods her head, "What do we do now?"

"Well, you already started it. With your love making you have started Juice to remember how pleasurable sex can be without the beatings and humiliations. Soon we will introduce Juice to the various **** she once taken before this experience."

Delisha starts to speak but Humpalot stops her.

"Trust me." The ebony doctor replies with a smile, "We have a whole pharmacy that we can use on her. After that we might introduce her into more positive BDSM activities or clubs. So that way she won't be tempted to join back with Mimi. But this will take a few weeks to do. But first I need to do something for me."

"Sure, anythin doc."

"At tomorrow's night show I want you to start make amends to all you hurt in your quest to get back Juice."

"I... I..."

"I know it will be hard. But you need the support system that you once had to continue on this journey you are going on, just like our dear Juice."

"I'm naht really one fahr apahlogizin. I'm mahre o' a foehck and fight type o' girl."

Humpalot smiles, "You are in a sex wrestling league. I'm sure your way of apologizing will suit all those involved. Now go get some rest. You can visit Juice as much as you want. But first rest."

And what'll you do?"

Dr. Humpalot looks out with a grim face, "I will continue to keep the promises that I have made in the safety of my patients."

She then turns to Delisha and looks cheery, "Go, and I will see you tomorrow at the show."

Delisha nods and walks off, pantless.

Humpalot sighs, thinking about how she is going to get Delisha's pants and panties back to her when she doesn't know her address as well as the choices she's going to have make with friend of her own that will potentially destroy their friendship forever.