Only to be caught

This morning, though, Ruby simply ran a hand across a swathe of Vibe-girl's skin. Pausing only to tuck one escaping little egg-shape back inside its owner's rather crowded vagina. The distracted young lady offered a quick smile of acknowledgement… but was clearly far too engrossed in her game. Ms. Pandora moved on. She only played with her pets when they clearly needed her too… her Buzzy was busy right now.

A flicker of movement ahead told another story though. A flash of white and shadow peaking around the next corner. Ruby approached calmly. Acting like she hadn't noticed. To do anything else would make for too grand a headstart… Make the chase a long and arduous one. The mistress of the house didn't have the energy for such a thing right now.

Sure enough, as soon as she rounded the corner… A streak of tangled black hair and loose, pure-white cotton tried to double-back and confuse her, rushing past and into the other option of the junction she had just passed. Ruby was ready though. She whipped out an arm to grasp at the furtive thing, catching a handful of thin nightdress. The creature had thrown her all into that first sprint however… with an awful ripping sound she lost balance and tumbled, yet managed to shake loose the snare. Ruby was left holding nothing but a shredded sleeve and looking down on gothicly-pale girl scrabbling to regain her feet. Their eyes met as the thin and stumbling young lady found up from down again, the front of her dress hanging forward to reveal one small, perky breast.

The Starlot lunged… And just about caught an ankle. Causing them both to haphazardly bounce against the walls as they struggled with their own stop-starting momentums. The girl kicked out and gained a few steps more freedom… but Ms. Pandora had got another handful off dress by then. The flimsy thing ripped still further, falling off its wearer's shoulders. It dropped down to tangle between her legs, giving the chance needed to thrown an arm around her waist and drag the pair of them to the ground. The lithe girl became a furious whirlwind of teeth and nails, biting down hard onto the soft flesh of Ruby's forearm as the older woman tried to lock her upper body down. The pain was sharp and searing… But not enough to break the skin. As the would-be captor knew it never was. Besides, she now had the girl right where she wanted her!

Pinning the smaller, wriggling thing down. Ruby made use of the half-a-nightdress still wrapped around those legs, pulling it taut and tying them together. Then, using the other scrap she still held and, for want of an arm not being chewed on: her teeth… She succeeded in doing the same for the girl's wrists. Finalling breathing a long sigh of relief to have won herself a hog-tied little parcel of writhing, naked flesh. From there it was a comparitively simple matter to slide a thigh under the belly of the beast and prop it up in prime position to…

Smack! The girl hard across her exposed buttocks, leaving a glowing red imprint to be shortly joined by several others. She brought her hand snapping down several times on each asscheek, not giving an inch on how much **** she could bring to bear against those tender, rosying pillows. 'Squeak' gave out her namesake sound each time, even as V.G. could still be heard emanating her's from around the bend. The plaintative yelps that emerged from the caught and beaten teen an almost comical far cry from the clawing, biting demon she had been mere seconds before. She sounded like a soft toy won at a fair, and waggled her little bottom most daintily after each blow.

Such was the duality of Squeak: She liked to be chased. She liked to be caught. She loved to be spanked… And beyond that would want to be claimed and violated in a hundred different ways. This morning Ruby made do with shoving several fingers into the girl's rear-end, finger fucking her as violently as she could. By the end she had her whole fist pumping in and out of the gasping creature like a jackhammer. Yet still, every time she reached the farthest depths she could, what was earned was than humorous little noise… Making far to many obvious connections to a sock-puppet. Squeak was a joy to ravage and defile, because she always seemed too pure for anyone to do so… And never wanted anything less than to be so.