Teach her a lesson

You look over at the prideful bitch handcuffed at your feet. You run your eyes down her body, taking in her shapely breasts, her toned body, her fair skin. The position her hands are cuffed in forces her to slightly arch her back, further accentuating her shapely figure.

You let the corner of your lip curl up in contempt as you gaze down on the still defiant face of the beaten girl. Somehow, she maintains a look of defiance, despite her dishevelled and half-naked state.

You gesture over at one of the girls standing to the side to come over; you are going to need more than one person to teach this bitch a lesson.

Emma glides over to the kneeling captive, and gracefully kneels behind her, making no effort to disguise the lust on her face. She slowly reaches round with her hands to cup the exposed breasts of the captive. Squeezing slightly she begins to rub and knead the girls tits, flicking her hard nipples lightly with the tips of her fingers.

You gesture again, and Evie also moves over to the kneeling captive, dropping down in front of her. Leaning forward she begins to lick the girls nipples, her hands stroking lightly over the captives smooth abdomen. She begins to suck on the nipple, pulling on it, and releasing to let the soft flesh ripple erotically.

Emma removes her hands from Lysandra’s breasts, and starts to trail them down the curves of her body. The hands move over the girls hips, stroking her just above the top of her miniskirt. She leans forward and runs her tongue up the captive’s neck, leaving a glistening trail of wetness.

Lysandra looks into your face, defiance still evident despite her situation. Looking into her eyes you can see that her pupils are dilated, and her breathing has become heavier. You smile with cold amusement: her feigned contempt cannot hide the fact that she is aroused by the attentions, and moreover you know she is painfully aware of this.

Evie stops her sucking and licking, and changes to running her teeth lightly over the girl’s breasts. She drops her hands to the floor, and begins to push them under the captive’s tiny miniskirt.

Instantly Lysandra closes her thighs tightly to prevent the intrusion of the exploring fingers. Both Emma and Evie reach down to grab her knees, and begin to attempt to **** them open.

The girl resists, holding her legs closed with all her strength. Evie leans down and lightly bites one of her nipples. This makes the captive let out a faint gasp, and the surprise from the action makes her forget to hold her legs closed, allowing the two girls to spread her knees widely.

Evie slides her body in closer to the captive, allowing her to use her knees to keep the captives own knees spread wide. She then moves one of her hands slowly up into the darkness under the captives skirt, and, judging from the gasp from the girl, and the way her eyes go wide and her head falls back slightly, moves up to work her pussy.

The hand works under the skirt for a short while, before pulling back out, the fingers of the girl covered in the wetly glistening arousal of the captive. She slowly lifts these fingers up to the mouth of the captive, grips her hair to prevent the girl from turning her head away, and pushes them slowly in, giving her a taste of her own arousal.

Emma reaches out and pushes Lysandra face down to the ground, the handcuffs leaving her helpless, and preventing her from getting back up again, her skirt covered arse lifting into the air. You approach the pinned girl, and reach out to grab the lower hem of her miniskirt before dragging it up, exposing flimsy black lace panties. Reaching down you grab the flimsy fabric and rip it apart, throwing the tattered fabric off behind you.

Revealed by the removal of the obscuring underwear is an erotically beautiful sight. A glistening pussy sits nestled between the thighs of the girl, and a tiny, puckered arsehole sits just above. The movement of the girl’s hands earlier have spread the slick lubricant all around her lower regions, preparing her for the upcoming attentions.