Bed time

"Please," Bonnie whimpered. "I've been such a good girl."

She lay on the four-poster bed, spread-eagled, wrists and ankles bound with silk scarves to the corners. Anne-Marie stood over her, riding crop in hand, naked except for thigh-high boots and a big black strapon between her legs, looking every bit the ice queen dominatrix. Susie squirmed in the corner, tied to a cross.

"Please... I want it."

"What do you want? A spanking?" The riding crop lashed out to sting Bonnie's thigh, making her squeal and squirm away. "I would think you've had enough of that already."

"No... I want... I want..."

"Oh, you want more tickling." Anne's fingers traced the sole of Bonnie's foot, causing frenzied thrashing as she tried fruitlessly to pull away. "I can make that happen."

"No! No more tickling, please! God, no!"

"Well, you can't want something up your ass, you silly girl. It's already there!" Bonnie wriggled in her bonds, still trying to draw away from the fingers, feeling the pressure of the small, neat bulbous object that had been carefully inserted into her posterior at the very beginning of the session, a constant reminder of her submission. "Would you like me to turn the cameras off? Remember, we're recording every single second of this and uploading it to every porn site under your full real name."

"I... I wish you weren't..."

"Too bad," said Anne, thoughtfully, reaching out a hand and slowly tracing the contours of Bonnie's soaking-wet, tantalisingly pink pussy. "Oh, I get it. You want to be fucked."

"Y... yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I... I want to be fucked."

"Well, why didn't you say so?" said Anne, an evil grin on her face. "Of course I can fuck you. That's what we're here for, silly. But there's one thing I need you to do if I fuck you."

"What's that?"

"I need you," said Anne, positioning the tip of her strap-on at the entrance to Bonnie's pussy, "to remember."

And she slid the rubber cock home as Bonnie tilted her head back and screamed, suddenly overcome by memory. She remembered all of it. The carnival, the hypnosis act, the long mesmeric sessions with Anne and her newfound magic powers... the next day...

"Ahh! You bitch!"

And the strapon continued to pound her, teasing her in just the right spot with each powerful stroke of Anne's cheerleader hips as the blonde laughed, relishing the look of outrage and impotent fury on the redheaded tomboy's face. "That's right, Bonnie! Remember everything! Remember how you lost!"

The first long, shuddering orgasm ripped through Bonnie's body and she tilted her head back and screamed in mingled anger and pleasure, feeling every nerve in her pussy tingle as her most hated enemy fucked her senseless. Her whole body burned like fire. Her cheeks, her clit, her nipples. She was a toy, nothing more than a plaything, helpless in her defeat.

She hated that she loved every second of it.