Roommates (FF/F)

Postby Septimus7 » Tue Oct 08, 2013 4:14 pm

Rita was tired and irritated.

She was so sick of her day. First her two bitchy roommates had spent the night before flirting with each other and otherwise being a huge nuisance around her. Then they had gone into their room and put on what Rita now called their “sex music”. They’d played it very loud to drown out their activities, as they’d been doing ever since Rita had asked them to tone down the noises they made together. So to spite her, they played the music as loud as possible so she wouldn’t hear their antics. This night was especially long and unbearable, and so Rita had slept halfway through her first class of the morning.

This was followed by an overall long, miserable day where she struggled to catch up with her classes, during which she fumed about her two roommates.

Kendra and Monique were without a doubt the horniest couple she had ever come across. Rita had initially moved into the place with Monique, and the two had seemed to get along at first. They spoke once in a while, they told funny stories, and overall it was going fine. And then Kendra entered the picture.

Rita hated Kendra. She was loud, obnoxious, and totally apathetic to other people’s privacy or their concerns. She would walk into the bathroom to brush her teeth while Rita was showering, and then give Rita a funny look when Rita began locking the door behind her. She would walk around in nothing but her lacy underwear and laugh when Rita suggested she put something else on in case someone dropped by. Kendra always acted as though she was perfectly normal in being open with her body and privacy, while anyone who objected was the biggest prude on the planet. What the hell did Monique see in her?

Rita had all day to think of that. She resented how this had turned out, and she was thoroughly sick of Kendra’s casual flirtations.

Kendra didn’t just flirt with Monique, she occasionally flirted with Rita as well. Rita had noticed Kendra glance at her body with a clear interest. It angered her that she didn’t have the decency to keep her eyes on Monique if she was in a relationship with her.

Strangely though, Monique had no problem with it. She actually seemed amused by it, and often had her own little peeks when Kendra pointed out how good Rita was looking that day. The things like that.

Rita was finally done for the day, and the weekend was coming up. She had spent her lunch break catching up on her college classes’ homework, so she was preparing to spend the next two days relaxing and maybe getting ahead of the game.

Getting off the bus, Rita walked into the apartment building where she stayed.

When she got to her door, she noticed a little sticky note. It read:
“Gone out, I’ll be back later, sweetheart.
-Monique XOXOXO”

Monique always did things like that. She was often affectionate even to her guy friends. Carefully putting the sticky in her pocket, Rita took out her key and walked inside.

She noticed immediately how clean the place looked. Everything was cleared away, rather than how often things were carelessly left around by the three women who most often went through the place.

Rita mentally thanked Monique for cleaning things up for her sake, and she went to her room. She put her backpack down and went into her pocket for the key.

That was when a hand reached around her to clamp her mouth shut, and another arm looped around her torso to prevent her from fighting off her attacker.

Rita shrieked, but her attacker’s hand prevented her from making any noise beyond a high pitched “Mmmmmph!”. A scarf was tied over her eyes as she tried to wriggle out of her captor’s grip. She felt the swell of a woman’s breasts press against her back as she struggled, and the smell of perfume invaded her nose as she gasped for air.

It couldn’t be…

“Don’t struggle, baby,” A voice murmured, “You know you’re not going anywhere tonight”.

Kendra!

Rita screamed again, swearing and cursing as she redoubled her efforts to break loose. After her blindfold was secure, she felt the second person grab her legs and hold them together as she bound them together with rope. Rita felt the tightness of the bonds through her jeans, and she knew that she was truly trapped by Monique and Kendra.

She suddenly felt Kendra’s arm around her torso slacken, but before she could take advantage of that, Monique grabbed her hands and forced them behind her back.
“Be right back, sugar. But first…” the hand over her mouth suddenly get go. However, even as Rita took a breath to scream, something was forced into her open mouth. It tasted horrible, and Rita tried to spit it out in disgust.

“I hope you enjoy chewing on that bra, I was wearing it yesterday.” Kendra gloated as she began placing strips of tape over Rita’s mouth to keep her from spitting out her gag.

Rita growled in rage, which only made her captors laugh.

“Okay, babe, hold her hands steady for me,” Kendra said, and Rita felt the cold metal of handcuffs secure her wrists tightly together.

“That’s that,” Kendra said cheerfully. One of them suddenly delivered a hard slap to Rita’s butt, prompting her to squeal out again. Such was her gag that she hardly made any sound.

“That’s settled then,” Monique said, and the two women picked up the bound and gagged Rita, carrying her to what Rita recognized was the living room as they placed her on the couch. Finally, her blindfold was removed.


TBC

Re: Roommates (FF/F)

Postby Septimus7 » Fri Oct 11, 2013 9:27 am

Both women stood in front of her, smiling at their handiwork.

“You look so cute this way,” Kendra observed. She was thirty years old, older than Monique and Rita by a good seven years. She was taller than the other two as well, and made sure to keep herself very fit. She had dark skin, frizzy hair that she kept very short, and a B cup.

Rita looked over at Monique. Monique was a short Latina girl with a prominent bust and long silky black hair. Rita had always envied the smoothness of Monique’s hair.

Rita’s was long as well, but too curly for it to be straight. Monique seemed to have especially large eyes for her face, and a beautiful smile. Ever since she had met and hooked up with Kendra, she always made sure that she wore shirts that complimented her C cup cleavage. Kendra had a fascination for large breasts, as she pointed out constantly when she wasn’t asked about it to Rita.

Kendra was now looking Rita up and down, focusing on her generous D cup breasts that stuck out from her body. Rita suddenly wished that she had worn a sweater.

“So here’s, the deal, Rita. We’ve always wanted to introduce a third party to our games, and we know you’ve been jealous of us for a while”, Monique pointed out, grinning as Rita blushed and “mmmphed” indignantly, “Since you don’t seem to have any weekend plans, we thought we’d make some for you to enjoy.” Monique announced.

Rita’s angry glare at the two of them faded from her face as she wondered just what they had in mind.

Kendra suddenly sat down beside Rita, much to Rita’s shock and anger. Kendra ignored Rita’s muffled protests, however.

“You have such a beautiful complexion, you know that, Rita?” Kendra said, stroking one of her forearms. Rita’s skin was a rich dark brown colour, courtesy of her Afro-American background. Rita growled again as she glared murderously at Kendra.

Undeterred by Rita’s response, Kendra suddenly leaned in and planted a big kiss on the tape that covered Rita’s lips. Rita shook her head away from Kendra, who turned to Monique, “Come on, sweetie, let’s all get comfortable.”

Monique sat down on the other side of Rita, dragging her hand through Rita’s long hair, “You always were a sexy lady, you know that, Rita?”

Rita moaned in anger as Kendra began squeezing her breasts. She shook herself to shake Kendra’s hand off, which only prompted her breasts to bounce around under her shirt and bra Laughing, Kendra then pushed Rita’s breasts together to amplify her cleavage. As she did this, she looked over at Monique, who began planting soft kisses on Rita’s neck.

Monique suddenly stopped and whispered in Rita’s ear, “I know you’ve wanted me for a while, Rita. Why didn’t you ever say anything?” She gave Rita’s ear a tender lick, prompting shudders to go down Rita’s neck and back.

It was true, though. Rita felt Monique kiss her again. It had been so long. Rita had never allowed anyone to kiss her since high school, after a brief relationship had left her confused and dissatisfied. She’d come to realize that she was gay over a long period of time, distrusting herself to embrace that lifestyle.

Monique had changed that, of course. She had ached for Monique when she’d first met her and had wanted to hang out with her, but she was afraid of approaching her. When Kendra had entered into the picture, she hated her as a rival to Monique’s affections. It was unfair to Kendra, who didn’t mean any harm, but Rita’s passion for Monique had made her selfishly want Monique to herself. Kendra had entered the picture and destroyed that hope.

Now, however, both women teased Rita where she sat. Try as she might to ignore them, she found herself unable to prevent herself from noticing the soft moistness of Monique’s lips on her skin, or the tender yet firm grips of Kendra’s fingers on her breasts.

Suddenly Kendra unbuttoned and unzipped the front of Rita’s jeans. Ignoring Rita’s protest, she slid a hand down below to feel between her legs over her underwear.

“Aw, look, Monique, she’s getting wet!” Kendra remarked gleefully.

Rita burned with embarrassment at this discovery. She really was enjoying this more than she had initially noticed. She had hoped that they wouldn’t be aware of it, but now they decided it was time for the next step.

They picked her up and brought her into Monique’s room.

It was the first time Rita had been inside Monique’s room. She saw that there was a desk in the far corner of the room, and a bed in the other. A walk-in closet was between the bed and desk, while in a third corner of the room was placed a sort of exercise bar for chin-ups.

“First things first,” Monique declared, and she took off the handcuffs securing Rita’s wrists, even as Kendra held her in place to prevent escape. When Monique took away the cuffs, Kendra suddenly pulled Rita’s shirt over her head before Rita could react. Now she was only wearing her bra.

Immediately, Kendra held her arms behind her again as Monique re-cuffed her wrists. She then took another, large pair of cuffs with a shorter distance between them. These she placed on the ground next to her as she knelt by Rita’s legs. Monique began untying the ropes binding Rita’s legs together while Kendra fondled Rita’s large breasts from behind.

“How does this feel, sexy?” Kendra asked as she slid her fingers into Rita’s bra and pinched her nipples with sudden ferocity.

“Mmmmph!” Rita screamed, even as Monique pulled down her jeans and underwear. Before Rita could do or say anything, Monique took the larger cuffs and secured them to her bare ankles. She was unable to move her legs very far now, and she was naked from the waist down.

Rita stared down in shock. She always made sure that she was fully shaved downstairs, and so she was on full display for Monique's gaze.

Monique smiled up at Rita, “Has anyone ever kissed you there before?”

With that, she suddenly leaned forward and planted a big kiss on the folds of Rita’s labia. Rita suddenly felt herself moisten even more, and the experience suddenly made her legs tremble. Monique recognized Rita’s response, and was encouraged. Rita felt Monique’s tongue begin to slowly lick the outer folds of skin, driven on by Rita’s moans of pleasure. She felt her bra unclipped and removed by Kendra, who pinched her nipples even more tightly than before. Monique suddenly pushed her tongue inside Rita’s vagina and began to near her G-spot.

This doubled stimulation was far too much for Rita, virginal as she was to these pleasures, and she felt herself climax with a violent acknowledgement of natural ecstasy. Were it not for her gag, her scream would have had concerned neighbours come running.

Monique, who had continued to lick at Rita’s moistness throughout her orgasm, suddenly stood up and removed the tap and stuffed gag from Rita’s mouth.

“You enjoyed that, and you want me to keep going. Admit it, baby,” Monique purred into Rita’s ear.

“I love you, Monique!” Rita gasped, unable to stand it any longer, “I’ve always thought you were so sexy.”

Monique smiled warmly and leaned forward. Rita closed her eyes as her lips met Monique’s. She thrust her tongue forward to played with Monique’s as she moaned with delight. She didn’t care that Monique had just given her oral sex, she just continued to kiss her back. Kendra smacked Rita’s bare buttocks as Monique continued to make out with her. Rita didn’t notice. Kendra wasn’t even there as far as she was concerned. She was lost in her passion for Monique, who kissed her like nobody had ever kissed her before.

Monique gently broke off the kiss and began planting kisses all over Rita’s bare breasts. With her nipples already tingling from Kendra’s pinches, the added sucking and kisses from Monique drove Rita to orgasm for a second time.

She heard someone whisper, “Open wide, honey”. Without even thinking about it, Rita obeyed. That was when a large ball was pushed into her mouth. Rita felt something tighten around her head and click in place, securing the ball gag.

Monique then stopped her playful teasing and gave Rita’s breast a slap. It caused her bosom to quiver delightfully, as well as prompting a muffled squeal from Rita.

“That’s enough for now,” Monique stated, and so the two of them led Rita to the exercise bar. They secured a leash around her neck and made her stand straight. Ball-gagged, cuffed, and securely leashed, Rita could do little more than stand in place, gag-talking at her captors with a pleading look in her eyes.

Kendra gave her other breast a slap, smiling delightedly at Rita’s physical and verbal reactions, “Let’s just leave her like that for now, babe. I need some dinner.”

Monique smiled and gave Kendra a kiss on the cheek, “Sure thing. Let’s go out tonight. Rita can house-sit for us.”

With that, they left Rita “mmmmph”ing shrilly, struggling to squeeze out of her bonds, even as Kendra and Monique turned off the lights in their room, and locked the door behind them.

TBC
Last edited by Septimus7 on Fri Oct 11, 2013 7:23 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Roommates (FF/F)

Postby putasockinit2 » Fri Oct 11, 2013 11:08 am

Wow, good story, keep going :D
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
The Kanye of tugs ;) :lol:
Stuck between wanting to quit and wanting to stay...

Re: Roommates (FF/F)

Postby SelenaGfan » Fri Oct 11, 2013 12:31 pm

That was fucking HOTTT.I love a great FF/F story,more please

Re: Roommates (FF/F)

Postby capturedsuperhero » Sat Oct 12, 2013 2:55 am

Great story, hope Rita has chance for revenge...
Arrogant Superhero here, Looking for a Nasty Villain!!!!

Re: Roommates (FF/F)

Postby Septimus7 » Sat Oct 12, 2013 12:43 pm

Rita was left to whimper to herself as she stood where she was. The only light in the room was a nightlight that Monique had plugged in before leaving.

She looked down at her sore breasts, feeling the ache course through her body. Her orgasms had left her drained, and standing in place was a chore. She cursed her kidnappers a thousand times. And yet she couldn’t stop thinking of how Monique had kissed her, licked her into climax two times, and even how Kendra’s hands felt all over her body even as she’d protested and resisted. What was wrong with her?

As she wondered all this, the door suddenly opened again, and her captors stepped into the room.

Rita gasped through her ball gag. Kendra and Monique were dressed up in the same style as those dominatrices that Rita had heard about. They each wore corsets made of black leather, with latex pants that seemed to have been moulded to fit their bodies perfectly. Their tops were strapless, and seemed to squish their breasts to accentuate cleavage. If they were uncomfortable, they showed no signs of it.

Monique gleefully gave Rita a kiss on the cheek, “How are things going, sweetie?”

“As you can see, we wanted to get more comfortable for tonight,” Kendra announced as she walked up to Rita and untied the leash from the exercise bar. She then gave the leash a tug, “Come on, we don’t have all night, we wanna watch a movie together.”

Hampered by the cuffs keeping her legs together, Rita could only hop-skip to keep up with Kendra’s lead. As they lead her out of the room, Monique periodically Rita’s naked rear end with a riding crop, prompting muffled yelps with every strike.

Eventually, they led Rita into the living room, where they had her kneel in front of the couch. With that done, they removed the hand cuffs Rita had been wearing, but quickly re-cuffed her so that her arms were in front of her body rather than behind. Next, they took two short wooden beams shaped like capital ‘I’’s. The two women bade Rita go on all fours, whereupon they took her ponytail and tied her feet together with a length of rope so that she was forced to balance her knees while keeping her lower legs in the air to prevent the strain on her head being too much. The beams were placed on either side of her. As Monique held them in place one by one, Kendra tied Rita’s arms and legs to one of the beams. Thus, when Rita wanted to move her left arm, she couldn’t do it without moving her left leg in the process, and given the other limitations placed on her, she was thus forced to stand as still as possible on her hands and knees.

Monique and Kendra were very proud of their work, proving its efficiency by slapping Rita’s butt with their hands, a riding crop, a whip, and a metal spatula. All Rita could do was voice her discomfort through her ball gag.

“And now for the last part,” Kendra said after she’d given Rita a final slap to her sore buttocks. She went in front of Rita and undid her ball gag.
Rita took the moment of freedom to spit at Kendra. Before she began screaming, Monique covered her mouth with her hands.

Kendra gave Rita a level glance, “You will not do that again this evening, or I will make you sorry.”

Rita’s eyes widened with fear as Kendra took something from the basket lying on the couch.

Kendra dangled the long vibrator in front of her, “Monique told me you’ve tried dick before, and it didn’t work. This is a more refined version that you’ll certainly find more potent. I’ll quite happily stick this into you and tape it in place with hockey tape. Now apologize to your mistress this instant.”

The threat worked. Monique removed her hand, and Rita meekly closed her eyes, “I’m sorry, mistress.”

“Good,” Kendra said, losing some of her sternness, “Now open your mouth again. We have a new use for you.”

Rita did as she was bid, and a new gag was placed in her mouth. This one was bizarre, for it was attached a small metal bowl (she later found out that it was a fornophilic gag).

“We want to have snacks during our movie night,” Monique said, “And so you’re going to keep them there. If you turn your head to watch the tv, or make a single spill onto the floor, we’ll make you sorry.”

With that, Kendra produced ear plugs which she placed into Rita’s ears so that she couldn’t hear what movies were playing. Rita stood as still as she could as Kendra poured chips into the bowl. The two of them began watching movies, and Rita felt the glow of the tv in the corner of her eye. She dared not move a muscle, as difficult as it was when the two ladies used her back as a foot rest. Rita endured it as best she could, groaning only when they used their toe-nails to playfully scratch her sides. They got up a few times to refill the snack bowl, often fondling her in some way as they did it. Whether it was squeezing one of her breasts, a flick on her nose, or a slap on her rump, Rita knew that they were enjoying themselves hugely.

Finally, they pulled the ear plugs out.

“We’re finished, honey,” Monique announced, “Now it’s time to go to bed. Since you were a good little girl and didn’t make a fuss, we’re letting you sleep in your own bed tonight.”

The two of them untied Rita from her beleaguered position, but due to her weariness, she couldn’t get up immediately. So Kendra and Monique picked her up and carried her to her bed. Since she had the sort of bed with posts at each corner, they tied her hands and feet to one post of the bed so she couldn’t escape. They had already taken off her bowl gag and instead tied a classic detective-style gag over her mouth. Such a gag was not very efficient, but it suited to hamper Rita while she was so tired already.

So Rita lay on her bed, the last things she heard as she drifted off into slumber being a whisper from Monique, “Tomorrow is another day, Rita, so get some rest while you can!”

TBC

Re: Roommates (FF/F)

Postby Septimus7 » Sun Oct 13, 2013 6:24 pm

At one point in the night, Rita was awoken with a sudden shocking feeling to her body. Forgetting that she was tied strictly to her bed and had a bandana gagging her, she jerked awkwardly out of slumber, “mmmph”ing in shock. Looking down, she saw several ice cubes between her breasts and another placed just above her vulva.

“Wakey wakey, Rita.”

Turning, Rita’s eyes widened in shock.

Kendra stood by her bed. It wasn’t the first time that Rita had seen her breasts (she’d walked around topless on occasion until Rita had told her to stop) but this was the first time Rita had seen Kendra completely naked. Rita couldn’t help but stare at the thick pubic hair that hid from view what was on full display in her own case.

Kendra leaned towards her and pulled off the bandana gag, “You look thirsty. Have something to drink.” She offered a glass of water to Rita’s lips.

Rita was thirsty. She hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since she’d gotten home. Gratefully, she sipped from the water until she was finished. Kendra smiled and kissed her cheek, “We’re having an awesome time over in the other room. It’s a shame that you didn’t grab a hold of Monique while you could. She was waiting for you to make a pass.”

Rita wanted to angrily retort at this, but her tongue suddenly felt numb. She tried to struggle against the ropes, but her limbs didn’t seem to listen to her demands.

Finally, she felt her eyelids drooping shut. She’d been drugged.

The last thing she felt was a kiss from Kendra on her cheek before she blacked out.

No sooner had she closed her eyes than she felt something heavy smack her buttocks.

Rita opened her eyes and mouth to scream, but found that she couldn’t do either. Something cylindrical with a round end was filling her mouth, and she could only see darkness. Despite her pain, she realized that that she’d been blindfolded with the sleeper’s mask that she sometimes wore to bed, and after she’d felt the object with her tongue, she realized with horror that her new gag was moulded in the shape of an erect penis. The thought of it disgusted her, and she “mmmmph”d again in a vicious cry of outrage at her captors’ humiliation of her.

She also realized that she was kneeling on some sort of table or platform, and her legs were tied securely to the surface of it. Her arms were bound behind her and the rope that kept them tied was itself connected to a strict chain or rope from the ceiling that kept her in a kneeling formation and forced her back to be straight.

Another whistling sound entered her ears, just before the heavy object made contact with her rear end. She gave another howl and whimper at the sudden pain. It was worse than anything she’d felt the night before.

She suddenly felt some grab her breasts and give a tight squeeze. She noticed then that her breasts felt swollen from a strict rope tie that looped above and under them.

Not only that, but every time she moved, a complicated rope tie in her crotch area sent little shockwaves of pain and pleasure up her body. The elaborateness of her situation was mind-boggling. How knocked out had she been while all this had been done to her?

“How do you like this set-up, slave?” Kendra asked mockingly, pinching Rita’s breasts further. “Give her another swing with the paddle, honey!”
Rita whimpered as Monique struck her backside again with the paddle.

“She’s looking mighty sore, Kendra.” Monique responded in the distance.

“Then let’s focus away from her ass for a little bit,” Kendra replied. She got in close to Rita’s ear and gave it a gentle love bite before whispering, “You might not like this feeling at first, but you’ll grow used to it.”

With that, someone doused cold water on Rita’s front. Shrieking and shuddering, Rita almost didn’t notice when a sudden pinching sensation bit into her erect nipples. The fact that her breasts were already strained by the ropes added further to the pain sensation. Even as she jerked around in her position, she felt her crotch rope tighten and force the rope further against her privates. Her yells turned into moans of reluctant pleasure from the experience.

“Nipple clamps!” Monique declared cheerfully, “You’ve heard of them before, right honey?” She gave Rita’s nipple a little flick, giggling at the reaction she got from Rita, “See? They work really well.”

“Now that our slave is properly restrained and hindered, let’s have some breakfast,” Kendra stated.

“Actually it’ll be more like brunch by now,” Monique remarked with a laugh.

With a jolt, Rita realized that she had been bound to the table in their dining room, and they were sitting down to eat with their roommate tied and gagged right in front of them.

With that began their meal. Occasionally Kendra and Monique would smear various pastes onto different parts of Rita’s body and dare the other to lick it off. Rita initially reacted physically to the strange feelings of peanut butter, jam, and nutella (from what she smelled) all over her body, but she realized that the more she did, the more the crotch rope aggravated her. So she tried to stand still and endure the endless smearing and licking, yet she couldn’t help but notice that she found it strangely erotic. Nobody had ever been so playful with her body before, and the feelings were entirely new and exciting in a morbid fashion.

So this went on, until Rita felt someone begin to rub something on the crotch rope and her moist vulva. In shock, she tried to kick out with her legs, succeeding (based on her hearing) to knock one of the girls back in surprise and fall backwards on their chair.

Immediately, Rita felt a hand grab her ear and twist so that she was forced to bow her head, “Now you’ve done it, slave. You’ve made your mistresses very angry.”

Rita whimpered with horror at what she knew was coming.

Sure enough, she felt Kendra shoved the vibrator into her anus. In a panic, she bucked where she knelt in protest, ignoring the further shock waves from the crotch rope.

Ignoring Rita, Kendra secured the vibrator in place by squeezing Rita’s buttcheeks together and securing them to with what felt like duct tape.

“Time for your true punishment, slave.” Kendra said with delightful viciousness, and she turned the vibrator on.

The sensation hit Rita harder than when they’d splashed cold water all over her. The vibrator’s setting was clearly on “high”, and the suddenness of the feeling drove her wild. Bucking and thrashing where she was secured, Rita felt herself come on two fronts. The crotch rope and the vibrator together left her yelling not from pain anymore, but from ecstasy. Pleasure surged through her like she’d never felt before, and she howled from the effects.

Finally, Monique called out, “That’s enough for now, Kendra.” The vibrator was turned off, and the crotch rope (soaked through with Rita’s love juice) was daintily removed from her. Gasping from exhaustion. Rita would have collapsed were she not securely bound.

“How was that, slave?” Kendra asked.

“Mmph, mmmmph mpph!” Rita weakly replied.

“I thought so, too,” Kendra said with relish, “We’re just gonna clean up, and leave you here for now. You okay with that?”

“Mmmmph!”

“Oh, what’s that? You want the vibrator out?”

Rita nodded furiously.

“Well, see, it’ll suit you since you’re basically our bitch for this weekend. It’ll keep you well behaved for today and tomorrow. How does that sound?”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

“That’s great! See you in a bit, honey.”

Laughing, the two of them left Rita alone. Rita heard them leave the room and watch tv in Monique’s bedroom. Still sobbing from the effort of multiple orgasms in a row, Rita could only remain where she was tied, wondering what they could possibly have in mind next.

TBC

Re: Roommates (FF/F)

Postby Septimus7 » Mon Oct 14, 2013 4:20 pm

After Kendra and Monique had their share of television, Rita heard them return. However, they took the liberty of making their presence known by several canings of her legs and rear end.

After they’d had their fun, Kendra and Monique untied her arms from behind her and attached a makeshift halter onto her back. It was light enough to bear on her shoulders, and it also served to as a sort of pillory. Her hands were secured to either end, giving her very little ability to move her arms. Next, they took off her blindfold, allowing her to see for the first time in several hours. Finally, they secured a short leash around her neck and untied her legs from the table. After all that she had been through, Rita was wobbly on her legs. The vibrator was removed and replaced with a proper butt plug, which was safer, as explained by Monique. Of course, Kendra reminded her that their butt plug was still able to vibrate, and she proved it by driving Rita to come so ferociously that she fell to her knees.

Waiting until she could stand again, Kendra prompted Rita to look at the table. There were large stains where Rita’s sweat and orgasmic fluids had collected, and the used kitchenware was scattered around the area where she had been tied, “You see that mess? You’re going to clean it up while Monique and I catch up on our show. I want this place clean by the time we’re finished, or you’d better get used to that butt plug vibrating in there,” she emphasized this by slapping Rita’s right buttcheek, prompting Rita’s loudest scream yet. Of course, even this one was limited greatly by the penis gag still in her mouth.

Thus Rita began to work as her captors left her for the privacy of their own room. Having her hands secured in such a fashion as they were meant that she was only able to very slowly fill the sink with soapy water and carry the dirty dishes to the sink. She took a soapy rag and wiped the table and floor of her various fluids. When it came to washing the dishes and cutlery with a sponge, this proved much harder, and it took her several tries to even get one of the objects cleaned and put on the dish rack.

She sobbed through her gag from the weariness that she had gone through the past day or so. Her progress was unbelievably slow, hindered by not just her gag and halter, but by the nipple clamps still on her breasts and the butt plug firmly in place. Occasionally it would buzz for a few seconds and it almost caused her to drop a plate on the floor. All the while, she looked fearfully at the clock, wondering when they were going to finish with the television.

As she struggled with the work, she contemplated all that had happened to her so far. She had been abused, tortured, groped, tied up, and played with by her two roommates with almost no food, water, and rest for herself. That she had been stark naked in front of these girls for more than twenty four hours was the least strange of all that had transpired in that time period. And yet, despite all the pain and humiliation, she couldn’t forget just how good it had felt when Monique had kissed her, or when she’d brought Rita to orgasm through cunnilingus. She couldn’t separate the pleasure that had come with the pain. Was this the type of girl she was? Was she a masochist after all or was she just going through Stockholm Syndrome or something? She couldn’t be sure.

Finally, she was finished cleaning up the kitchen and dining room. She carefully sat down on one of the chairs to get some rest.

Monique and Kendra walked back into the room, still in their dominatrix costumes. They inspected the area thoroughly before Monique smiled at Rita.

“Well done, slave. I’d say you deserve a reward. Tell you what, if you promise to stay absolutely quiet unless you’re bidden to speak, you can have some dinner with us.

Rita felt her hunger hit her worse than ever before, and she nodded eagerly to the demands that Monique gave.

“Good,” Monique said, leading Rita into her own room, “Since you’ve been working hard, you get to sit down and rest.”

She allowed Rita to sit down on her bed, securing the leash around Rita’s neck to the far bedpost so she couldn’t move. Out of sympathy, she removed the nipple clamps from Rita’s breasts, giving each nipple a tender kiss. With that, she turned to Rita’s laptop. “I’m going to have to leave you here alone for a bit, so we’ll need to keep
you pre-occupied with something.” With that, she confidently pressed a button on Rita’s computer.

Hannah Montana started playing loudly in the room. Rita’s eyes widened in horror. She hated Hannah Montana, and any kind of music that she or whatever the actress who played her did in the ways of music.

Monique patted Rita on the cheek in mock sympathy, “I made a playlist for you so you wouldn’t have to worry about it not playing more music. Enjoy, babe!” She started to head out of the room, before turning back once, “By the way, I gotta say it was so hot to watch you on the table today. I actually managed to get a video of it so I’d always have a reminder. If you’re really nice to me, I’ll let you see it for yourself.” Ignoring Rita’s loud “MMMMMPH”s, Monique closed the door behind her.

Rita lost track of how long many songs she heard. She couldn’t get up and change the music, nor could she do much of anything except sit there and moan. Her arms were also getting tired from being held up in the halter, to say nothing of her jaws, nipples and anus.

Finally, Monique re-entered, untied the leash from the post, and led Rita back into the dining room.

At once, the smell made Rita’s stomach growl. The two of them had made fried potatoes and steaks with wine. Rita gazed longingly at the food on the table, noting with delight that a third plate had been set for her at the table.

“Remember our deal, slave,” Monique reminded her as she led Rita to the designated chair. To enable her to sit down, they removed the butt plug, to her huge relief.

Once she’d sat down, Kendra and Monique took off Rita’s halter and tied her arms behind the chair with handcuffs and rope. They also secured her feet to the chair legs and ungagged her.

“Remember, not a peep. This is just so you can eat with the rest of us.” Monique reminded her.

And so began a slow, strange meal between the three women. Kendra and Monique would, in turns, feed Monique bits of potato and beef, occasionally fondling her while they did so. Rita meekly stayed quiet, thanking both her mistresses when the meal was finished.

When all three plates were empty, Kendra and Monique put one of Rita’s freshly cleaned socks into her mouth and taped it shut. They re-attached the halter and re-inserted the butt plug when she’d stood up again.

“You know the routine. We made dinner and fed you. Now clean up.” Kendra ordered, teasing Rita by causing the plug to vibrate for a few seconds.

As her mistresses went off on their own to the bedroom, Rita cleaned up again. This took less time, thanks to the ordeal she’d already been through to clean up the dining room and kitchen.

At one point the two came back and started distracting her with some teasing slaps with their hands and various toys. Rita felt their gaze as they watched her work, but made no attempts to stop their antics, as the occasional buzz of the butt plug warned her. The two women got more creative. Her swaying breasts were decorated with tassels and glitter, so that they shimmered when they swayed through the air as Rita moved along. Glitter lines were painted on her by both giggling captors, and they applied silly make-up to her face as she patiently waited for them to let her continue working. Rita also heard the occasional snaps of a phone camera, but knew that there was no good complaining. They loved to hear her gag talk anyway, so it would do her little good.

Eventually, she finished. She was, by this point, covered in glitter and make-up from head to toe. Chortling over how Rita looked, Monique and Kendra led Rita to the bathroom, removing her butt plug and tassels. The two mistresses placed a blindfold over her eyes, and made her sit on the toilet to do her business. As Rita finished, she heard the other two get undressed and got into the shower. She heard giggles and soft kisses, moaning from Monique and then from Kendra. She felt an aching in her loins as she longed to be there as well, cuddling and kissing with the two of them. Even Kendra, whose body Rita couldn’t deny was wonderfully toned and well-kept.

Eventually, Rita felt her halter undone, and told to stand still unless moved by one of her mistresses. Blind and gagged, Rita was led into the shower and she felt the warm water from the shower wash away the glitter. At one point, she was told to close her eyes, and her gag and blindfold were removed so that she could rinse off her face.

“Some of that stuff’s not quite gotten away, baby. Stand still and don’t move.”

Rita stayed still, even though nothing bound her anymore. She could have opened her eyes, spat out the sock in her mouth, and tried to escape. However, she knew what would happen if she did that. She instead allowed Kendra and Monique to lather her face, hair, and entire body in soap. The feeling of their hands all over her body in such a gentle caress was heavenly in contrast to how they’d previously felt her up. She felt so turned on as she allowed her sense of feeling dominate her other senses.

That was when both women told her to kneel. Carefully, she obeyed, keeping her eyes closed (this time because of the soap in her hair and on her face). She felt the click
of cuffs secure her hands to her shins, so that she couldn’t move herself forward without tipping over and falling flat on her face.

Suddenly, a strong hand was placed over Rita’s mouth. “Surprise, slave!” came the yell. And a blast of cold water from the shower head proceeded to wash out all the soap that had collected.

Rita screamed at the sudden change. She kept her eyes closed because of the water and runoff soap, but the hand prevented her from spitting out her gag and screaming blue murder. The sudden change to torture took her by surprise so much that she almost started to weep from the shock.

Finally, they finished washing out the soap, leaving Rita shivering, soaked, but clean. They re-blindfolded her and carried her to what she perceived to be her bed. She was retied in spread-eagle style, but this time on her front instead of her back. So she was subjected to another bandana OTM gag as the mistresses took turns tickling her bare feet with feathers.

“Get some rest, tomorrow’s another day,” Monique called out as she and Kendra turned off the lights and left Rita alone once again.

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“Wake up, baby!”

Rita groaned into her gag as she was brought awake by several pinches on her leg, side, and rear end.

Kendra’s face leaned into her line of vision, “Time for breakfast.”

Rita put up no resistance as she was carefully re-tied by Kendra. A pile of rope was put on the bed next to her, a foreshadowing of what was to come.

Releasing her from the ropes securing her to the bed, Kendra got to work. First, she undid Rita’s OTM gag, without replacing it with anything. Then she tied Rita’s hands behind her back as before. Kendra applied more rope to Rita’s torso so that she couldn’t move her arms at all. This also placed her breasts in a strict bondage which caused them to harden and swell from the limited circulation. Kendra applied the nipple clamps, reveling in Rita’s low moans. The lower ropes in Rita’s breast bondage was connected to a strict crotchrope that added to Rita’s discomfort.

Next, Kendra bound Rita’s feet together with the shin-cuffs that had been used before. Kendra tied a length of rope around the chain connecting Rita’s feet, and tied the other end to Rita’s ponytail. Rita could barely move her legs, as they were forced into an acute angle thanks to the bondage.

Finally, Kendra re-inserted Rita’s butt plug and re-attached the leash that had become so familiar to Rita, “Come along!”

Carefully moving her legs so that she could just barely hobble, Rita followed Kendra out of her room into the kitchen. Rita’s crotch rope and nipple clamps were already becoming hard to bear. Throughout it all, though, Rita kept quiet. She was hungry and wanted to get food.

Monique was sitting at the table, already halfway through her breakfast. She smiled down at Rita, “Your breakfast is over there”. She pointed to a brand new dog bowl filled with cereal and milk.

“And for added fun,” Kendra announced as she suddenly connected Rita’s two nipple clamps with a thin chain. In the middle of it dangled three small weights. Rita bit her tongue to stop herself from groaning too loudly.

Rita stared at the bowl in utter misery. She knew what was expected of her, and she already hated it so much. Was there no depth to which these two would sink?

Slowly, she worked her way over to the bowl, and awkwardly tried to get a mouthful of cereal and milk using only her mouth. As she discovered, three things worked against her immediately.

Firstly, she had to bend down so far that her breasts dragged along the floor. This played havoc with the clamps and weights attached.

Secondly, her movements going down to feed at the bowl, and then up again to chew and swallow meant that she regularly received pangs of pleasurable agony from the strict crotch rope.

Thirdly, the two women took great amusement in turning on the vibrations of the butt plug at random intervals. More than once she was forced to spit out the contents of her mouth in shock at the feeling. This physical response also triggered her other pleasure points, and soon she knelt in a small puddle of her various fluids as she continued to try and eat.

Finally, the two mistresses took mercy on her and allowed her to finish her meal without the sudden intervals of the plug. Sobbing from the efforts of the last hour or so, Rita finished her meal, covered in spilt milk, soggy cereal, sweat, tears, and orgasmic juices.

“You know what, let’s clean our slave up first before she has to clean,” Kendra suddenly offered. Monique looked surprised but agreed that it seemed fair enough.

Carrying Rita back to the shower, they rinsed her off without untying her, carefully removing the butt plug so that the water didn’t cause any accidents.

When that was done, Kendra once again fitted the penis gag into her mouth as far as she could without having Rita choke. The two women led her back into the room where the aftermath of Rita’s breakfast lay on the ground.

“Start cleaning, slave.” Kendra said.

“MMMMPH!” Rita wailed, shaking her heavily bound body to show her inability to do anything.

Kendra smiled, and attached something to Rita’s gag.

It was a miniature mop.

Placing a bucket of soapy water near her, Monique pressed the button to give Rita another taste from her re-inserted butt plug, “Go ahead!”

The two mistresses departed once again, leaving Rita near to tears as she struggled with the laborious task of cleaning the floor with just her forniphilic gag. She couldn’t ignore the pain in her private parts as she worked, and so she tried to be as careful as possible during her labours.

After a while (it seemed to go on for hours to Rita), the door to Monique’s room flew open and Kendra strode in, smiling. She was once again completely naked, and she seemed out of breath.

“Time for something new, pussycat,” she gasped triumphantly as she dragged Rita towards the doorway of the room. Rita’s eyes widened in shock.

Monique was tied to the bed. She was gagged with a ball gag that seemed too big for her mouth. Her breasts were bound in a similar manner as Rita’s were, and her arms bound to the frame of the bed. However, she had been made to sit upright, and her legs had been bound so that Monique was forced to stick them out in the air at a ridiculous angle. Monique’s eyes were wide, and she “Mmmmmph”d as loudly as she could.

Rita stared at Monique on the bed. She had never seen Monique naked before. And she felt herself deeply aroused as she gazed upon Monique’s swollen bosom with her impossibly large nipples. She looked at Monique’s shaved vagina; the position of Monique’s legs made it so that the two folds of skin were made to part, and Rita could peer past the vulva and see more of Monique than she ever thought possible. And to her utter surprise, the idea of one of her captors lying trussed and gagged in such a manner made her suddenly feel moist.

This was not lost on Kendra, “Like it when the shoe’s on the other foot, slave? That’s good. You want to fuck her?”

Rita looked up at Kendra in surprise, neither agreeing nor denying. Kendra flicked a switch, causing Rita’s butt plug to vibrate at its highest level.

“MMMMMMPH!” Rita nodded fiercely, and Kendra removed the butt plug.

“Well tough, you had a chance to do so and you lost. You aren’t going to touch Monique. But the worst of it is that you’ll make her scream anyway.”

Rita had no idea what was going on, but found herself picked up and placed on the bed. She was made to face Monique, who looked on all this with wide, excited eyes.

“First thing’s first,” Kendra said, her voice turning slightly hoarse with some sort of lust inside her. She disconnected the mop attachment from Rita’s gag, and replaced it with something else.

It was a large dildo.

Rita stared in horror at what she realized was going to be forcefully inserted into Monique’s welcoming vagina.

Kendra smiled at Rita’s look, “You’re going to have your way with Monique this way whether you like it or not. And I’m going to make sure that you two beauties will come at the same time.”

Kendra took something from the bed and put it over her private parts. It was a strap-on that contained its own artificial phallus.

Before Rita could say anything, Kendra whispered into her ear, “Enter her.”

Rita obeyed. Out of fear, out of the fact that she couldn’t resist, but also because she wanted to make love to Monique, even if this was the only way she would.

Monique moaned in satisfaction as Rita gingerly pushed her gag further between Monique’s legs. With a jolt, she felt her own anus penetrated by Kendra’s strap-on. The older woman pressed herself against Rita’s backside, and began to ride back and forth.

Rita’s body convulsed with every jolt that Kendra made inside her. Rita began to moan at the effects it was making, and she heard Monique began to sob with delight as she herself was pleasured.

This cycle carried on, going faster and faster. Rita shook with the rhythmic movements of Kendra and felt the strain on her nipple clamps, her crotch rope, her bonds, and her gag. Even after all she had gone through, all she had experienced, nothing prepared her for the climax that reared itself through the effects of all these things.

Rita felt herself come harder than any of her previous orgasms. She also felt liquid splash onto her face, and knew that she had brought Monique to joyous ecstasy. The thought of that made her come harder still. Behind her, Kendra’s movements ceased, as the older woman gasped with the effects of her own pleasure.

All three women panted and sobbed with delight, pondering what had just happened.

After a few moments where she struggled to collect herself, Kendra leaned forward and undid the bonds of her younger companions. Worn out from what they had mutually gone through, the three of them collapsed on the soaked bed, entwined in a complex yet deeply affectionate embrace.

After what seemed like forever, Rita re-awoke. She was lying in between Kendra and Monique. All three were still naked, still lying in that bed, still surrounded by the various toys that had come into play.

She noticed Monique lying in front of her, and she felt possessed to take action once again.

Leaning forward, Rita planted a kiss on Monique’s soft lips, and used her hands to explore the aspects of Monique’s body. She tenderly stroked the curves of Monique’s body, even as her eyes fluttered open, and she looked Rita in the eye.

Rita hesitated in surprise, prepared to apologize. However, Monique smiled, “Keep going, that feels so good.”

Rita smiled in reply, and gave Monique’s nipple a playful tweak. Both women giggled, and snuggled together so that their breasts, stomach, limbs and faces touched the other’s.

“I’ve never had so much fun before in all my life,” Monique admitted.

“I feel like such a different person,” Rita said. She felt so happy, embracing both these beautiful women. All she had gone through seemed so worth having a moment like
this.

Monique smiled, “We’ve noticed how you’ve wanted to be open about who you are, Rita. Consider this a push out of the closet and into the dungeon.”

Rita laughed at that description, but then hesitated, “So what does this mean?”

“It means,” Kendra interjected, “That the three of us understand one another, and we’re prepared to share amongst each other while this understanding lasts.”

Rita smiled at Kendra, and gave her a tender kiss, “Sounds good to me.”


END

Re: Roommates (FF/F)

Postby troublemaker1 » Sat Oct 19, 2013 7:29 pm

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Re: Roommates (FF/F)

Postby fuegoski » Sat Jul 05, 2014 6:53 pm

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Re: Roommates (FF/F)

Postby Switcher13 » Mon Jul 28, 2014 8:48 pm

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