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  I groaned helplessly as I felt them tying rope around my legs again, tying my ankles apart, then pulling harder on the rope attached to my wrists. I gasped as the rope was pulled harder, straight back along the floor, forcing me my face and shoulders against the floor.

  A rope went around my waist, and I groaned as it tightened and then pulled, forcing my hips up into the air and holding them in place.

  April moved the tripod back behind me, or actually just to the side, and snapped pictures as Nicky slowly drew the glass dildo out of my aching pussy.

  It was only free a moment, however, when I felt fingers stroking my aching pussy lips. Within seconds, Nicky had four fingers inside me, twisting and turning and caressing me, her fingers far warmer and softer than the cold, hard glass cock had been.

  I moaned and gasped and jerked against the ropes, alarmed, embarrassed, indignant, and yet starting to get turned on again despite myself! I moaned as her fingers pushed deeper, and then it was like... suddenly there was a heavy pressure against my aching pussy opening. Only this time the pressure wasn't from a cold, hard glass object, but her hand.

  She was, I realized, trying to push her thumb into me too! It was the heel of her hand jamming against my opening. My eyes widened, and I jerked against the ropes, but I felt her oiled hand slowly, slowly pushing forward, and then with a shock, I felt the heel slipping past me, and a wave of physical relief as my pussy lips closed around her more narrow wrist.

  Nicky was a petite girl, and her hand was slim, but the idea she had her whole hand inside me was stunning! I whimpered and moaned in wide eyed disbelief as I felt her hand slowly turning from side to side inside me. Then it began to slowly push deeper.

  April snapped picture after picture, saying “Excellent,” in a delighted whisper.

  There was a different kind of clicking sound, and then a buzzing, and a moment later what had to be a vibrator was pressed against my clitoris. I shook and twisted and moaned into the gag as her hand eased deeper and deeper, her wrist sliding into me. I felt the additional strain as her forearm followed, spreading me wider.

  She slowly drew her fingers into the palm of her hand and then her fist moved deeper still as she ran the vibrator back and forth over my clitoris.

  The orgasm came quickly, sharply, explosively, and I screamed into the gag, my hips bucking and grinding and rutting back at her like a wild, mindless animal as the convulsive sexual pressure blasted through my mind and body.

  I sobbed dazedly, my mind broken, aching inside, as she continued to move her fist and arm in and out, up and down. Slowly, the tight pressure of my vaginal muscles eased, and she was able to move her hand with more authority, all the while rubbing my clit with the vibrator. I came again, and again, and again, my head thrashing wildly, my body shaking and bucking out of control.

  I lost consciousness briefly, but for the most part, my mind was conscious, but just not working. I was aware of a sense of relief as her hand slid out of me, and my aching knees felt even better as I was eased off them, but they seemed to be tying the rope even tighter around my body.

  I moaned, eyes glassy, as I felt my breasts plump out hard, rope squeezing in around them. I felt the rope bind my arms back behind me, felt it digging into my soft, overheated flesh around my waist, loop after loop cinching in terribly tight, so I could hardly breath.

  Then it was between my legs, cinching in tight again, this time two loops which kind of dug into my pussy and then pulled up tight on either side of my clitoris. My ankles were drawn up and sharply back and tied to my wrists, and my shoulders forced back so that my back arched.

  And then I felt pressure on the ropes and I groaned as the two girls fed the rope up through the hook to a pulley, and raised my body off the floor, pulling me up and leaving me hanging several feet in the air.

  I moaned dazedly, then felt the vibrator rubbing back and forth across my swollen clitoris again. I shuddered and moaned, partly in denial. I was so drained and exhausted! But it didn't seem to matter. April caressed my swollen breasts, and rolled and stroked the nipples as Nicky used the vibrator on me, and I was soon burning up with heat again.

  April moved away, and returned, naked. She had a nice little body, but even more tattoos than I'd thought. She was wearing a black mask, like cat-woman, and she carefully gathered my hair at the top and lifted my head so that I was staring right into her shaven sex. Then she untied the strap behind my head and worked the ball-gag out of my mouth.

  “Can you see her face?” she asked.

  “Brush more of her hair down on the right side,” Nicky said.

  April combed her fingers through my hair, tugging it down across the side of my face more.

  “A bit more. I just want to see her nose and jaw, and then I'll know I'll get the tongue in,” Nicky said, looking through the camera.

  April shifted her grip on my hair and I moaned at the way she was pulling against it, but then Nicky pronounced herself satisfied.

  “Lick me, Paige,” April ordered.

  I stared dazedly at her pussy, and she reached down with her off hand and pinched my stiff, throbbing nipple.

  “Lick me,” she ordered.

  Moaning, I licked at her pussy, at her clit, feeling a wall of dark heat as I slid my tongue up and down between the lips of her sex and she reached down to roughly squeeze one of my burning breasts.

  “Push your tongue out more and hold it against my clit,” she said.

  Dazedly, I obeyed, as Nicky snapped picture after picture.

  “Mmm, I'm liking this,” April said with a sigh.

  “You would, slut,” Nicky said.

  “Keep licking, Paige. Nicky wants to get good pictures,” April sighed.

  Nicky snorted in amusement, but kept taking pictures.

  “I think that's enough,” Nicky said, turning away.

  “Enough for you, maybe,” Paige said, breathlessly.

  She gathered up more of my hair, then, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

  “Lick me,” she panted.

  I licked harder, and tried sucking at her clit, and she moaned and reached under again to knead my breast. She started grinding herself faster and faster.

  “Hey, we're supposed to be taking pictures,” Nicky said from across the room.

  “Just wait... a … a minute!” April gasped.

  “She's supposed to be my model, not your sex toy.”

  “She can be both!”

  She came, then, jamming my face in hard against her pussy as she gurgled and moaned and shook through the climax. Nicky grumbled and turned back to her computer monitor, checking the pictures.

  After a bit, April staggered over to the computer and they looked at pictures. I hung in place for a few minutes, head hanging low, panting, still shell-shocked by everything which had happened. It was like I was the frog placed in the warm water who doesn't notice that it's being turned up bit by bit until suddenly he's in boiling water.

  How had I let things get this far out of control!? Bit by bit, that's how.

  Finally the two came over and lowered me carefully to the floor and then untied me completely. I was still largely speechless, though. I mean, what do you say!? I was sore and had some rope burns, and was feeling... cowed, if that's the right word. They were acting as if this was just a photo session but God, the things they'd done!

  I was a head taller than either of them, but felt nervous about them – not in any way like they would hit me or anything, but just – cowed, like I said. I got dressed quickly and left them to the pictures, which I never would have done if I'd been thinking. I mean, I should have checked every picture to make sure there was nothing there that could identify me.

  I went back to the dorm. Where else was I to go, and had a shower. The thing was that sliding my hands over my naked slippery body did nothing to ease the strange, jagged heat that was swirling around inside me. I wasn't even sure why I was so aroused. They were just girls, and I wasn't into girls, and if I was, it wouldn't
be them.

  Maybe April was right that I just really liked being tied up. Though I didn't think that was the whole of it. It was the sense of being completely helpless in a sexual situation, of having it out of control and having to just accept whatever they did. That was closer to it. It was how outrageous it was, how surreal.

  I mean, if I'd had my last boyfriend, Mark, tie me up, it wouldn't have been anywhere near that explosively hot.

  I did my best to be asleep when April came in, even though it wasn't very late. She just got undressed, got into bed, and red some textbook for an hour or so before turning off the lights. I hadn't fallen asleep. My mind was spinning around far too much for that. I didn't get much sleep that night at all.

  Part of that was the sexual tension. I should have masturbated before she returned. Afterward I was afraid she'd know, or hear. That would be humiliating! She'd think I was so into girls, into her, that I was masturbating because of it!

  I felt very awkward and jumpy around her for the next few days, and wondered how I could get another room. She acted like nothing had happened at all. And then, we were both in our beds reading, when she mentioned that she'd posted several of the pictures on an internet web site for artistic erotica!

  “You didn't!” I gasped.

  “Don't worry. They're very classy,” she said.

  She swung her legs out of bed and then grabbed her laptop from her desk, turned it on and came back to sit on the edge of my bed.

  I gulped as she called up the site, then cringed as the pictures appeared, cringed at first. But it was quickly obvious no one would be able to tell it was me. One was a picture taken from directly in front of me while I was bent way over, but the top of the picture was showing my breasts, taut and straining and pushed out to the sides by the rope around them, the nipples incredibly swollen, and further back, the flat line of my belly.

  The next was me impaled on the dildo! I was on my knees, hands tied above me, and the picture was taking from directly in front of me to get my entire body in it. But since my head was pulled up and way back, all the picture showed was the underside of my chin.

  The third was again me bent over, taken from the side, from about my waist to Nicky's elbow, showing her hand buried in my pussy and my pussy lips wrapped tightly around her forearm.

  “These are... obscene!” I gulped, red-faced.

  “I don't think there's anything obscene about the human body,” she said, “Especially one that looks like yours. Your body looks gorgeous in these pictures, golden, firm, toned...”

  I glared at her. “You didn't tell me you were going to... do stuff like that to me!”

  She shrugged. “I wasn't sure I was. It was based on your reaction.”

  “My reaction!? I was gagged! I couldn't say anything!”

  “Your facial reaction, how you responded to being touched, how wet you were, you know.”

  I flushed even hotter.

  “You're just upset that you got off on it so much.”

  “'I am not! I mean, I didn't!”

  She snorted. “You came like crazy.”

  I flushed hotly. “I did not!”

  “Oh please. I was rubbing your clit, Paige. I could feel your body shaking.”

  I almost wanted to punch her, the little bitch!

  “I wasn't...”

  “You don't understand why you became that hot. I get that,” she said. “I think you're a submissive, and you got off on how exciting and wild everything was. I don't think makes you a lesbian or anything, nor even bisexual like me and April.”

  I glared at her.

  “Not that I'm all that bisexual,” she said thoughtfully. “I mean, mostly I'm straight. I mean, when it comes to serious stuff. But I don't mind playing with girls, you know. It's just, you know, uhm, fun and games.”

  “Well I don't do games!”

  She smirked, then tugged the sheet back from where I clutched it. I was wearing a white striped shirt as a nightie. It was a guy's shirt, my second last boyfriend's shirt, in fact.

  “You're nipples are hard,” she said with a smirk.

  I snatched the sheet back, glowering.

  “You are such a bitch!”

  “You're not mad at me, Paige. You're mad at you,” she said.

  “Oh spare me the analysis from psychology 101!”

  “I bet I could make you come in thirty seconds flat.”

  “That's... ridiculous!” I sputtered.

  She tugged the sheets back again and I glared at her challengingly. She reached across and her fingers combed gently through my hair, then the backs of her fingers slid down my cheek and along the nape of my neck. I felt the breath catch in my throat as they slid down, the backs of her fingers caressing my breasts – my suddenly throbbing, pulsing breasts – through the thin fabric of the shirt.

  She unbuttoned the two center buttons and her hand slid into the shirt, cupping my breast. A wave of heat flushed through my system, taking my breath away, and I gasped as her thumb rubbed against my nipple.

  “I-I'm n-not – .”

  She unbuttoned the rest of the shirt with her other hand and then pushed it back over my shoulders.

  “Roll over.”

  “Wh-what?” I gulped.

  “On your stomach,” she said, sliding off the edge of the bed.

  She pulled on my arm, and I saw no reason to refuse even as she pulled the shirt back down my arms and off.

  She went to her desk, got something from a drawer, and came back, hiding it behind her.

  “What – ?”

  She climbed onto the bed and straddled my legs, then sat down on my thighs.

  “Nicky!”

  “Hands,” she said, grabbing my right wrist and pulling it back behind me.

  “What?! What are you – !?”

  She pulled my other wrist back, even thought I fought … well.. struggled... kind of... to pull free. She quickly tied my wrists together, wrapping loop after loop around them until I felt how firm and tight they were. My chest was even tighter, though as she slid off me.

  “Roll over.”

  “No!”

  She rolled me over, and I struggled to sit up.

  “Good. Sit against the headboard while we talk.”

  “Why?”

  “It would be more comfortable for you,” she said with a shrug.

  I sat back against the headboard, my stomach fluttering.

  “Wha-what are you doing?” I gulped.

  She was doubling up the black rope in her hand, and then she suddenly pushed it against my face! I gasped as the doubled up rope pushed into my mouth, or, really, across it. She pulled it around behind my head and tied it around the headboard, locking my head in place. Then she grabbed my right leg and lifted it up and back.

  “What are you doing!?” I tried to demand.

  My words came out muffled, of course.

  She ignored me, and then tied my ankle to the bed post. I struggled to keep my left leg down but she easily lifted it up and back and tied my left ankle to the other post.

  I was in an obscene position! And completely helpless.

  “How do you feel? Hot, I bet,” she said.

  “I'm not!” I tried to say.

  She made a face and her fingers slid across my clit, making me jerk sharply. They slid up and down my pussy and then she thrust out her middle finger and pushed it slowly into my pussy. I could feel how hot and wet I was as her finger slid into me to the knuckle, then pulled out again. She held it up with a smirk to show how wet it was.

  She got up and then peeled her nightshirt up and off. My eyes widened, and I felt a wild rush of billowing heat and anxiety, of embarrassment and outrage, of dark hunger and a kind of forlorn sense of surrender.

  She turned away from me and went to her bed, then leaned over and pulled out a box. She fished around in it, then stood up with something she stepped into. I thought it was panties or shorts for an instant, but then she turned around and I saw it was like... straps.

/>   With a big cock attached!

  My eyes widened. I shook my head. She smirked as she walked back to me. She climbed into bed and knelt right in front of me as I stared down at the huge hard, silicon cock pointing straight at my pussy!

  I shook my head again as she let it slide up and down along the length of my throbbing, overheated pussy, as it stroked across my clit, then back again along my narrow, shaven sex. She rubbed it forward again, then back. Every time she did I felt a rolling wave of heat through my insides.

  “Want em to fuck you, Paige?” she asked calmly.

  She slid the thing up and down against me again, and I shuddered.

  “Just say so. Just say 'fuck me', and I'll give you this hard cock.”

  I shook my head, desperately turning my eyes away, and moaned as she continued to slide it back and forth, back and forth, slowly, the silicon cock getting more slick as it picked up my juices.

  She climbed out of bed, though, and fished in the box again, coming out with a small plastic squeeze bottle. She squeezed some sort of gel onto the cock and rubbed it up and down, then returned.

  I moaned as she slid the thing across my pussy again. The slickness of it felt incredibly sensual against my oversensitive flesh!

  “Just say it,” she said, sliding it back and forth.

  The heat was melting my mind! And like a drug, it was melting away my resistance. I felt my bones going limp, felt all the heat within me burning away.

  “Fuck me,” I moaned into the ropes.

  She let her fingers spread the lips of my sex and then shifted the angle on her cock so that it pushed hard against me. I moaned and my head jerked against the rope holding it to the headboard. The dildo slowly, slowly sank into me, and I gurgled and gasped and shuddered as it pushed deeper and deeper.

  Nicky moved forward on her knees, leaning in, grasping the headboard as she started to thrust in and out. It was like... nothing I'd ever felt before! I stared at that cock pushing into me, stared at her soft, flat belly, stared at my pussy as the thick cock pushed through.

  And I came. I came hard, my feet jerking wildly against the ropes pinning my ankles in place, my head shaking against the ropes tying it. Convulsions wracked my body as I gave myself to the wild thrill of heat exploding through my mind.