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“Don’t move. You’re smart enough to know what happens if you do.”
The groceries she’d just returned from getting slip from her fingertips and clatter to her floor. Alice- very aware of the cold metal pressed against her throat- slowly raises her hands, not daring to look around.
“I…have cash in my wallet. And I can get you more if that’s not enough.”
There’s a light, feminine laugh from behind her, and a warm body presses close to hers. She can feel soft curves against her back as the intruder’s free hand snakes around her waist.
“Aw, how sweet. But I’m not interested in money, handsome.” Her lips brush the back of Alice’s neck and Alice shudders. “Now, I’m in a good mood, so I’m going to give you a choice. When we leave this kitchen, your clothes are going to stay behind. But if you want to take them off yourself, I’ll let you have your hands free long enough to strip for me.”
Alice tenses, cursing the spark of arousal that shoots involuntarily through her. “And my other option?”
Her captor shrugs. “I tie you up now, and your clothes come off some other way.” She twitches the knife almost playfully. “I have some ideas.”
Alice feels her breath catch in her throat. Her captor waits patiently, clearly not bothered by her hesitation. She’ll get what she wants either way, won’t she?
The woman’s hand twitches slightly, fingers brushing the small mark painted onto Alice’s neck. A sense of warmth washes over her, and a familiar voice echoes in her head.
Color?
She feels a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Green. Can that thing actually cut my clothes off?
Eh…debateable. I can try, but it’ll probably be kind of messy.
Boo.
Sorry, babe. Next time, I’ll hold you hostage using a pair of fabric shears.
You could always catch me already naked. Like, I don’t know, break in while I’m in the shower.
Sharp objects and slick floors don’t mix, Alice.
Lame.
Focus.
Fineeeeee. I love you.
Love you too.
Alice takes a deep breath and makes a decision.
Her captor chirps in triumph as she reaches for the hem of her bike shorts, starting to roll them down her hips.
“Good girl. That’s it, nice and slow.” She reaches down and caresses the muscles of Alice’s thigh as the shorts peel away, smirking into the back of her neck. “Mmm, strong. I can’t wait to feel these on either side of my head.”
Alice bites her lip, concentrating to avoid letting out a surprised whimper. Her shorts hit the kitchen floor and she steps out of them, straightening back up when she’s done. Her captor lifts the blade from her throat, replacing it at the nape of her neck to give her room to remove her shirt. She continues toying with her as she goes, crooning more little compliments about her body and groping her muscles as Alice tugs her t-shirt up and off her torso.
“Oh, you’re so pretty. Look at you, unwrapping this gorgeous little present for me. You’re just such a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Quit talking to me like I’m your pet,” Alice grunts. The effect, however, is probably lessened by her accidentally tangling herself in her t-shirt as it slips over her head. Her captor (who, she’s noticing for the first time, is much taller than her) coos, amused, and helps her pull the shirt the rest of the way off.
“Aw, but you are. My perfect, precious pet. Or do you prefer toy? Either way, you’re all mine to play with.”
To punctuate her point, she helpfully unclips Alice’s bra. Alice gasps as she pulls it down in front, as far as she can without removing it entirely.
“Wait-!”
The intruder ignores her half-hearted protest, happily grabbing a handful of her bare breast. She squeezes and Alice bites back a whine. Her captor continues toying with her chest for a moment before she grabs one of Alice’s wrists and- surprisingly roughly- shoves it down by her side. Before Alice can make a noise to object, she yanks the strap of her bra off, leaving her torso bare on the left side. She swaps the knife to her other hand and does the same on Alice’s right, leaving her entirely exposed.
Alice lets out a tiny noise, resisting the urge to cover herself as the intruder strokes her torso, running long, graceful fingers along her abs before sliding back up to her breasts. She playfully tweaks each nipple, laughing at the way her captive tenses.
“Ooh, sensitive. You poor thing.”
Alice closes her eyes, willing herself to go as limp as she can (without collapsing, of course) and allows her captor to continue toying with her chest. If she just lets her body be pliable, she can-
“Ah-ah! You’re not done.”
She opens her eyes again immediately, instinctively doing her best to glance over her shoulder (though she doesn’t dare turn her head). “What?”
Then, she realizes she’s still wearing one article of clothing and freezes.
“I…my…”
“That’s right,” her captor purrs. She lets go of Alice’s breast and reaches down, snapping the waistband of her tight black boxer shorts. “These come off too.”
Alice whimpers. She can’t help it, at that point. She’s standing in her own kitchen, being stripped at knifepoint. Her torso is already naked, arms, abdomen, breasts bared and on display for this woman (with her low, sweet voice, her soft curves pressed close to her back, her delightful calloused hands and the confident hold she has Alice in) to toy with at her discretion. She’s exposed, vulnerable, helpless- and, embarrassingly, she can feel herself getting wet. Though she probably should have expected the command at this point, her hands tremble at the hem of her underwear, hesitation stalling her movements.
“I- I…”
“Aw,” her captor coos. “Don’t tell me we’re getting embarrassed now?” Her fingers creep down, twining almost playfully through Alice’s. “Here, cutie. I’ll help you.”
Alice bites harshly on her lower lip, muscles tensing briefly in resistance. “I- wait, no-” The intruder, ignoring her protests, gently but firmly guides her fingers lower, coaxing them under her waistband. Alice squirms, trying and failing to unhook them.
“Please…”
There’s that light, confident laugh, the sort of amusement she’d expect from a woman watching a clumsy puppy fumble over its own feet. “Oh? Please what?”
Alice closed her eyes again, trying to concentrate. Perhaps pleading will get her out of this after all. If she’s going to be treated like a pet, she may as well play into it.
“Don’t. Please don’t. You- you can touch my chest, you can touch me over my shorts, I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you, just don’t…don’t make me…” Her voice cracks, shamefully close to another whimper. “…please.”
Her captor laughs again, nuzzling into the back of her neck. “Oh my god, you’re so cute. I could listen to you beg all night.”
Then soft lips curve upwards at the corners, curling into a predatory grin against Alice’s skin.
“But I have other plans.”
Like a crack of lightning, the snap of her fingers cuts through the air of Alice’s kitchen. Alice yelps in alarm as her arms are abruptly yanked behind her back, tendrils of cheerful pink magic springing from from the intruder’s fingers and lashing harshly around her wrists. A millisecond later, she staggers and nearly topples as her ankles are similarly bound.
Her captor catches her easily, lowering her to the floor with a smug (and- unfortunately for Alice- incredibly beautiful) smirk. Alice, heart jackrabbiting in her chest, thrashes frantically against her bonds.
“Wait- wait, no! You said if I did what you asked-”
“That I would wait to tie you up,” the witch corrects, watching her wriggle with an amused expression. “And besides, handsome, you didn’t technically finish doing what I told you to.”
She crouches gracefully and grabs Alice’s chin, forcing her to look up with a bruising grip. “I think I’ll punish you for that later.”
Alice gulps. Her captor chuckles and leans in and catches her in a deep, breath-stealing kiss. Alice struggles briefly before giving up, simply letting herself melt into her soft, warm mouth.
When they break apart, there’s another little pop of pink. Several coils of rope- silky-smooth stuff in varying lengths and thicknesses, all dyed a deep orange that reminds her of the very end of sunset- appear in a neat stack at her side. Alice eyes them nervously, straining against the magic restraining her limbs.
“Seriously? I’m not exactly going anywhere, you don’t need to do…whatever you’re gonna do with that.”
Her captor tilts her head, pouting playfully with those ridiculously luscious lips. “Oh but baby, I want to. And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m going to get what I want.”
Before Alice can react, she’s exchanged her grip on her face for a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. Her blade traces the naked, vulnerable flesh of her throat, just barely scratching the skin as it quivers with each trembling breath.
“Just reminding you it’s here.”
There’s a pause, the silence pulsing with tension. Alice lets her eyes slide closed, tries to calm her breathing. Her captor immediately increases the pressure on her scalp and she gasps, eyes flying open involuntarily.
“Look at me.” Alice obeys reluctantly and she smirks. “You’re not going to fight me. You’re going to be a good girl and sit here nice and pretty for me while I tie you up exactly how I want you. Understood?”
“Yes,” Alice whispers. The intruder leans closer, close enough that Alice catches a whiff of jasmine perfume.
“Say it.”
She makes a weak noise of protest, Her captor tightens her fingers in her hair again, pressing the blade down hard enough to sting.
“What are you going to do? Tell me.”
“I’m-” Her voice breaks again, and this time she can’t stop the whimper. “I’m not going to fight you.”
“Keep going.”
“Please-”
There’s a harsh yank on her hair and her head jerks even further back. She lets out a cry of surprise and pain, eyes immediately and involuntarily welling up.
“Be a good girl! Be a good girl!”
Her captor loosens her grip slightly, but doesn’t let go, tilting her head expectantly. Alice gulps and screws her eyes shut. Goddess, she doesn’t want to cry.
“I’m- I’m gonna be a good girl, and sit nice and pretty, and not fight while- while you tie me up exactly how you want me.”
Her captor smirks. “And why are you going to do that?”
“Because you’re going to get what you want,” Alice whispers. “Because I’m- I’m yours.”
She realizes her mistake a second too late, when her captor’s face splits into a wide, triumphant grin. It’s too late to take it back, however. Much, much too late.
“Yeah? My what?”
Alice shudders. Stupid brain. Stupid, stupid brain. Stupid, gay brain. “Your toy. Your pet.”
The beautiful (so beautiful, only more so now that Alice can see her face. Maybe being hers wouldn’t be so bad after all) witch who’d taken her captive grins down at her, clearly savoring her victory. “Exactly. Good girl.”
Alice whimpers.
She can’t see all of what’s happening to her- in fact, it’s rather difficult to see anything at all, given that her captor’s tucked her blade away and moved behind her. The loss of visual (and the sheer vulnerability that comes with it) sets her brow sweating, her heart pounding, her nerves chattering anxiously away to the adrenaline centers of her brain. Still (well aware of the knife, out of sight but almost certainly not out of reach) she forces herself to obey, only moving when she’s moved. Her wrists are released from their magic restraints, but she doesn’t dare struggle. Instead, she simply allows her captor to reposition her to her liking, and waits docilely for the rope to come.
Like a doll, Alice thinks to herself. God, she really is a toy.
She’s aware of her hands being bound, her captor bending her arms at the elbows and stacking her wrists one on top of the other before they’re firmly tied in place. From there, however, she starts to lose track. Like some kind of magic (perhaps the witch is using magic- her hands, frankly, are moving too deftly for Alice to be sure) rope wraps her torso in a series of intricate twists and delicate knots, creating a strict sort of harness. Certainly the kind of thing that takes practice.
The intruder is swift but skilled, simultaneously decorating her figure and very securely restraining her. She finds her hands pinned against her back, her elbows locked in place with cleverly placed strands that thread through loops along her sides, her breasts framed like a portrait and forced out perfectly for her kidnapper to grope. Once the final knot is placed, she does just that, moving around to admire her work with a purr of satisfaction.
“You look so good like this, baby. I wish you could see yourself.” She smirks, leaning in to whisper against the corner of Alice’s mouth. “I guess you will. But we’re not there quite yet.”
Alice squeezes her eyes shut and tries to subtly test her bonds, hoping not to be caught struggling. It turns out to be a moot point, however- there’s not enough give to do more than maybe twitch. Thankfully, she’s fairly sure nothing’s tight enough to cut off circulation, but the conclusion is a given. She’s not getting loose until this woman lets her loose.
A second later, she regrets closing her eyes.
A mortifyingly high squeal bursts from her throat as her captor- apparently taking advantage of her lapse in attention- reaches out and yanks her boxers down, exposing her to the cool air of her kitchen. Alice’s eyes fly open, darting down to light upon a smug smirk.
“See, now? That wasn’t so hard.”
The bonds around Alice’s ankles vanish and the intruder forcefully pushes her legs apart (though not before pulling her underwear the rest of the way off, leaving her completely naked). She reaches out and dips one finger playfully between them, smirk widening when it comes back slick with arousal.
“Oh, you poor thing, you’re just dripping. Is this why you were trying to hide from me? It is, isn’t it?” She swirls her finger again, laughing when Alice whimpers and looks away. “Awww. It’s okay, handsome. I’m flattered, honestly.”
She waits until Alice’s eyes inevitably flit back to her, then- with an obviously exaggerated moan- pops her fingertip into her mouth and licks it clean.
“Mmm. Delicious.”
Alice flushes. Her captor chuckles, then- apparently having had her fill of teasing for now- picks up another coil of rope and returns to her previous task. Alice squeaks as she grabs her knees and forces them upwards, pushing until her heels are pressed to the backs of her thighs. She binds them there- securing her at the ankles and calves so that her legs are trapped in that folded position- then pulls her knees to either side, leaving her embarrassingly damp pussy on full display.
Alice whimpers weakly as her captor picks up a shorter strand and leans over her, beginning to attach the ropes binding her thighs to the ones harnessing her chest. The intended effect, of course, is to keep her legs spread wide. The unintended effect is that her warm, soft body is much closer, nearly on top of Alice’s bare one. Her breasts- looking very prominent in her tight velvet top- are practically at Alice’s eye level, and the urge to stare is nearly overwhelming. Judging by the amused smirk on her lips, the way her lithe body arches, she’s pretty sure that’s intentional.
One firm thigh lightly brushes her clit and she almost jumps out of her skin. Thankfully, the pressure is only brief. She bites down hard on her lower lip once it’s gone, and focuses desperately on keeping still. God, the last thing she needs is to be caught unconsciously grinding on her literal kidnapper.
The woman catches her eye and grins. Damn it. She’d definitely noticed.
After tightening one last knot, her captor sits back and almost tenderly strokes Alice’s cheek. “Almost done, sweetheart. All you have to do now is open your mouth for me.”
Alice’s breath catches in her throat, and her eyes flit towards the witch’s crotch. She’s not surprised, per se (she’s buck naked and trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey, after all, it’s not exactly a difficult conclusion) but she is a little nervous about her…position. With her limbs bound the way they are, she’s barely keeping her balance sitting upright, and lying down will put all of her weight onto her arms. Not really comfortable to do on her kitchen tiles.
The best she can hope for is probably being forced to crane her neck awkwardly forward- which she starts to do, unconsciously glancing up at her captor for approval. The intruder- who, Alice suddenly notices, has made no moves to remove her own pants- gives her an amused smile and strokes a hand through her red-streaked hair.
“Aw. You thought I was going to fuck that pretty little face, didn’t you?”
Alice blinks, confused. Yes, frankly, she had. “Huh?”
Her captor clucks her tongue, continuing to pet her head like she’s some sort of cat. “You’re adorable. But no, precious.” She produces an object from somewhere (a pocket? A pocket dimension? Who knows) and holds it out for Alice to see. “Don’t get me wrong, I am going to fuck you. But I’m going to gag you first. Now as cute as you are when you beg, you’re done talking for now. Open wide and sit still.”
Alice balks, eyeing the thing those long, graceful fingers hold out to her. Truth be told, it looks more like a muzzle- a leather panel that almost resembles a face mask, with attached straps no doubt meant to fasten around her head and a rather thick ball of silicone protruding from the middle. She has an idea of where that goes, and it’s practically already making her jaw ache.
“Why?”
Her captor raises an eyebrow, looking amused. “Why? Feels like that one’s kind of obvious, babe. But if it makes you feel better, you can call it a…preventative measure.”
Alice gnaws on her lip, turning her head away slightly. “That thing is just overkill. If I was going to scream, I would’ve done it already.”
The witch grins, winding a lock of Alice’s hair around one finger. “Oh, sweetheart. Gag or no gag, you’re going to scream.”
Alice’s heart drops. Ignoring her anxiety (or perhaps relishing it) the lovely intruder grasps her chin in one hand and tilts it upwards, running her thumb along her lower lip. With her free hand, she presses the ball to Alice’s lips.
“I lied about the no gag part, by the way. This is going in your mouth whether you like it or not. May as well make it easy on both of us.”
Alice tries to twist away, but she holds her firmly in place. “Ah-ah-ah, none of that. Come on, baby, you’ve been so good so far. Don’t ruin it now. Just open your mouth and take your gag. She tightens her grip on Alice’s jaw, digging her nails in to the point of discomfort. “Last chance. If I have to make you, I will.”
Alice purses her lips, and (with the little wiggle room she has) shakes her head. With her hands bound and her kidnapper obviously having magic of her own, her ability to protest (or plead) is the last advantage she has. She refuses to give that up, at least without some resistance.
Her captor shrugs and lets go of her chin. “Guess we’re doing this the hard way. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Then she laughs. “Then again, you probably won’t be saying anything at all.”
Quick as a flash, Alice is shoved hard onto her back. She braces, expecting her body to hit the kitchen tiles. Instead, to her surprise, she lands squarely in her kidnapper’s lap.
The witch- who’s somehow moved directly behind her- smiles sweetly down at her and holds an object up for her to see. While Alice briefly tenses (expecting the knife to make a reappearance), she registers after a moment that it isn’t a blade at all. What she actually has, however, might honestly be worse.
It’s a long, pink, textured rabbit vibrator.
Alice bites harshly down on her lip, but doesn’t waver. The intruder switches the toy on and lowers it, buzzing merrily, towards her body, smirking as her captive’s eyes follow it like a hawk.
The tip makes contact with her chest. Alice jumps like she’s been shocked, then shudders from head to toe, goosebumps rising as the vibrations roll through her sensitive skin. Her captor laughs and runs it up and down her tits, stopping to tease her nipples. Alice squirms and she laughs again.
“Ooh, so sensitive. Or did you want this somewhere else?” Slowly, she slides the toy lower- down her heaving chest, across her taut abdomen, along her trembling thighs. It creeps across her hip, then down her pelvic bone. Alice tries her best to ignore it, but- no matter how many times she attempts to look away- she can’t quite stop her eyes from flitting repeatedly to the toy, nor her muscles from tensing in anticipation.
Suddenly, there’s a harsh sting of pain from her scalp. Her head jerks back and she looks up instinctively, catching just a glimpse of a smug smirk before-
Alice jolts, barely restraining a startled yelp as her captor- taking advantage of her brief distraction, which had obviously been her intention with suddenly pulling her hair- presses the toy firmly to her clit. This time, there’s no teasing, no circling around the goal or playfully light pressure- just immediate, inescapable vibrations, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine.
Alice squeezes her eyes shut, a muted whimper escaping behind her still firmly-closed lips. Her captor coos, her other hand lightly rubbing her back in an almost soothing motion. The gag, which she’d briefly set down, lays heavy against Alice’s shoulder.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Shhhh. I know.”
She clicks the vibrations up a level and Alice’s eyes shoot open. Amused, she laughs and starts to pet her hair.
“Oh, you were so not prepared for what you got yourself into.”
Alice growls low in her throat and turns away, stubbornly shaking those graceful fingers off her head. Fuck that. She can take it. She can-
Her kidnapper promptly grasps her chin in her hand and forces her to look down. A dribble of arousal slowly trickles from her entrance, sliding down her ass and dripping onto her kitchen floor.
Okay, she might be a little in over her head.
Alice bites down hard on the inside of her cheek. Unfortunately for her, her captor was right. She does feel good- very, very good. It isn’t just the toy, either. The pressure of the ropes (apparently she’s more into that than she’d realized), the vibrations on her clit, being cradled so tenderly in the lap of a beautiful, scary woman- it’s all incredibly, overwhelmingly hot. Keeping quiet gets more difficult with every passing second as arousal pools in her gut, building to something she’s afraid she can’t hold back. Briefly, she actually regrets that the knife hadn’t made a reappearance after all. Pain, she could have handled. Pleasure, on the other hand…
Well, it isn’t going especially well.
She whines repeatedly as the sensations begin to pile up, abandoning any attempt at restraining it. She just has to keep her mouth closed, not necessarily quiet. She can do that. She’s stubborn. She’s tough. She’s-
Oh god.
In an instant, she realizes just how much trouble she’s in. There’s a palpable tightening in her gut, a familiar quiver beginning in her abdomen. Alice squeezes her eyes closed, blinks them open, digs her nails into her palm, bites down on the inside of her cheek. None of that, of course, changes the fact that she is undoubtedly, uncontrollably about to come.
Fuck.
Alice whimpers, breathing rapidly through her nose as the pressure in her stomach tightens. She’s teetering on the edge, dangling on a precipice she both longs to scramble away from and desperately wants to fall over. It’s becoming clear that she won’t get a choice, as the wave of pleasure inside of her rises and begins to crest-
And crest.
And crest.
Alice briefly stirs from her haze of pleasure, pulled out of the fog by sheer confusion. The vibrations haven’t stopped- if anything, she’s pretty sure the witch had actually turned them up again. She’s certainly still very, very aroused, and nothing had changed to pull her away from the edge. In point of fact, she’s still dangling on the edge, sure that any moment the dam will break and she’ll go tumbling into climax.
But the wave just keeps growing. And the dam doesn’t break.
Alice can hear her own whimpering becoming higher, more frantic, nearly panicky as she fumbles on the edge of orgasm. It’s inexplicable, indescribable how she can be so damn close and yet seemingly unable to come. Frankly, it shouldn’t be possible. She’s not being edged, taken to the brink of climax and then pulled away- no, this feeling just keeps growing, growing and growing and growing with no resolution in sight. She’s so close, she’s going to come, she can’t come. She’s going to come but she can’t come, she’s going to come but she can’t come, she’s going to come but she can’t come why can’t she come why can’t she come why can’t she-
Suddenly, the realization hits her. Alice whips her gaze frantically up to her captor, who gives her an incredibly satisfied smile.
“You figured it out, didn’t you? Clever girl.” She adds a little more pressure behind the toy. “This vibrator is enchanted, baby. You could ride it for hours if you wanted, doesn’t matter. You won’t finish unless I let you.”
Alice nearly sobs. She’s slipping under, drowning in a kind of pleasure that shouldn’t be humanly possible. God, she can’t handle this. She was so stupid to to think she could. Why had she tried it, anyways? What was she resisting? She can’t think. She can’t remember. At the moment, she’s too overcome to remember anything beyond the unbearable, uncontrollable levels of sensation shooting from her poor, overstimulated clit.
Suddenly, the pressure’s gone. Alice, too desperate and out of her mind to be relieved, looks up for a split second.
Just in time to see the toy plunge into her soaked pussy.
Alice- forgetting everything but the abrupt sensation of being suddenly, unexpectedly filled- lets out a near shriek. Her captor, not losing an instant, scoops up the gag and forces it into her open mouth.
“Aaaaa-mmmm! Nmmph!” Alice lets out a strangled squawk of alarm, briefly remembering herself and frantically thrashing her head in an attempt to shake the plug out. She actually manages to push it past her teeth before her captor (who now has a free hand, since the vibrator she’d been holding is now fully hilted inside Alice) simply grabs her chin and holds her still.
“Shhh. Relax.”
Her fingers squeeze insistently until her captive whimpers in defeat and lets her jaw fall slack. The gag goes back in- all the way this time, until silicone fills her mouth- and the straps are pulled tight. Alice makes a soft noise as she feels leather cover her lips, unsure whether she’s protesting or simply pleading for mercy at this point.
“Mmph…”
“Aw,” her kidnapper coos, buckling the gag at the back of her head. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? I’ll even be nice and count it as your punishment from earlier.”
Alice lets out a muffled moan and squirms as best she can, hoping the tiny cant of her hips gets her message across. Fine, yes. You win. Now please just let me come, I can’t take this any longer!
The witch purrs and fluffs her hair out, pulling a few strands out from where they’d been pinned by the gag. “Poor thing. Do you need to come? Want me to let you get off?”
Alice nods frantically. Her captor makes a sympathetic noise, stroking her hair soothingly. Then, she smirks.
“Too bad.”
Alice cries out in protest as she scoops her up and stands, draping her bound captive over one shoulder. The kidnapper chuckles and pats her ass as she strolls out of the kitchen.
“Oh, relax. You can wait. Not like you have a choice.”
The toy keeps buzzing away inside of Alice as she’s carried down the hall and to her bedroom. She can feel her arousal dripping out around it, especially when she’s jostled and the outside arm presses harder against her clit. Before, she hadn’t thought she could possibly be more overwhelmed. She was wrong. She was very, very wrong.
She’s deposited onto her bed and immediately begins to wriggle, desperately searching for some kind of friction. A pillow, a stray plush, even just to turn over so she can hump her damn mattress- she doesn’t care, she just needs relief. Unfortunately for her, the ropes are just a little too tight. She barely moves an inch.
There’s another light chuckle, and the bed dips next to her. Alice whimpers pleadingly and looks around. Then, her eyes go wide as they land on very smooth, very muscular, and very naked thighs.
Oh. Oh, fuck.
Alice stares, momentarily distracted as her eyes travel up her captor’s newly naked, absolutely beautiful form. Free from the soft velvet dress she’d been wearing, her body is even more impressive- full, perky breasts, a slender waist, and a more than ample ass that her needy, desperate brain longs to touch. Suddenly, she’s glad for the gag. Without it, she’d probably be drooling.
Take a picture, it’ll last longer.
If you posed for a picture like this, I think I would- fuck!- actually die.
Flatterer. Color?
Hnngh.
Alice.
Green. Green. So green.
The ropes are comfortable? Nothing too tight?
Literally the last thing on my mind.
Alice.
Ropes are comfortable, gag is comfortable, girlfriend is comfortable. Please just touch me.
It’s cute how you literally can’t talk and you’re still begging.
Mmmmmmnnnnnnnggghhhh.
Okay, okay. Come here.
Strong arms pull her close, sitting her upright in her lap. Alice lets out a high whine as warm, soft skin presses up against her own. The contact sends jolts up and down her spine, only heightening the overwhelming desire wracking her body.
Her captor curls her arms around her waist, wrapping her in an almost tender embrace. She caresses Alice’s thigh, but doesn’t dip between them- much to her captive’s distress.
“Hmmmmnn- mmph! Mmm-mmmmph!”
“What was that? Can’t understand you.”
Alice, abandoning her dignity, mewls plaintively. The position she’s in allows her to stare up into her captor’s eyes, and she whimpers desperately in hopes to communicate what she can’t vocalize. To her disappointment, the witch cups her chin and promptly tilts her head back down.
“Look.”
With a start, Alice realizes that the full-length mirror in the corner of her room (a housewarming gift, though not to her) has been dragged to the foot of her bed. Her cheeks burn as she takes in her own image, straining muscle and heaving tits and trembling, spread-wide thighs all wrapped up like the prettiest present under the Christmas tree. Judging from the hunger in her captor’s gaze (visible from over her shoulder, body framing hers from just behind), she’s having similar thoughts.
Alice is at her mercy, completely and totally helpless. And it’s one of the hottest things she’s ever seen.
The woman in the mirror is flushed and disheveled, with an unmistakable fog of need clouding her half-lidded eyes. Those eyes go almost comically wide as her captor finally reaches between her legs, beginning to fuck the vibrator lazily in and out of her precious pet. Alice shivers from head to toe as she watches her body swallow the toy over and over and over, each push back inside somehow wetter than the last. There’s an absolutely filthy squelching noise, and Alice whimpers in embarrassment as she realizes the sounds are coming from her pussy.
“You see how good you look like this?” her captor murmurs in her ear, giving the vibrator a particularly deep thrust. “How pretty you are when you just give in, just hang there on the edge and let me use you exactly how I like? Because I do, baby. I think I could look at you like this all night and not get bored.”
Alice lets out a cry, noticing how her chest quivers with the effort to force sound past the gag. Her captor laughs and (after one last hard thrust, so hard that Alice yelps) starts to pull the toy out.
Alice immediately begins a series of muffled protests, trying and failing to hump the vibrator back into position. Her kidnapper chuckles and waves it playfully in front of her face.
“Aw, did you want this back? Want me to let you come on the rabbit?”
“Hmmph!” Alice pleads, taking advantage of the mirror to gaze beseechingly into her eyes. The witch smirks and tosses the toy aside.
“No.”
“Mmmph!” Alice howls, tossing her head back in frustration. Her captor hushes her, looking amused.
“Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh. I didn’t say you didn’t get to come at all. I just said you didn’t get to come on the toy.”
Suddenly, there’s a feather-light touch on her very oversensitive clit. Though the pressure isn’t even half that of the vibrator, the shocks of pleasure that shoot through Alice are somehow twice as intense.
(And that’s saying something.)
Her captor starts to stroke in gentle but firm circles, and Alice keens. Her muscles go limp, head lolling to the point where she finds herself nestling under her kidnapper’s chin. The woman coos and indulges her, leaning down to whisper against her brow.
“You’re not going to come on the vibrator, sweetheart, you’re going to come on my fingers. You’re gonna feel so good, and all of it will be from me. Not from your squirming, not from the toy, me. I get the final say of whether you get to finish or not, and when you do, it’ll be because I make you.” She presses a kiss to Alice’s temple, slowly beginning to increase the speed of her touches. “I’m going to count. When I get to zero, you’re going to come.”
Alice whimpers in protest. Her captor hums and ignores her.
“Ten…”
She can’t. There’s no way. She’s overwhelmed, she’s losing her mind, she’s losing control, there’s no way she could possibly-
“Nine…”
But that tension in the pit of her stomach is back, winding up again with a pressure that seems ten times what it was- and maybe she’d made the leap a little too soon.
“Eight…”
Little noises continue to spill from her throat, getting higher and higher with every passing second. Even without the gag, she’s not sure they’d be coherent.
“Seven…”
Alice squeezes her eyes closed, then opens them again. Seeing is overwhelming. Not seeing is worse.
“Six…”
There’s a second finger on her clit, both graceful and slender and calloused- and oh god, the texture is driving her insane.
“Five…”
Her muscles are beginning to tense again, her thighs straining desperately against her bonds. Whether they’re straining to snap closed or spread wider, she’ll never know.
“Four…”
She’s hurtling towards the edge at a rate that really shouldn’t surprise her anymore. Still, those skilled fingers are unlike she’s ever been touched by. Alice has the thought (a brief one, and she’s not sure she’ll be managing anymore) that she’s not sure anyone will ever measure up again.
“Three…”
Gods. This woman’s ruined her.
“Two…”
The fingers suddenly lift from her clit, and Alice nearly sobs in despair. Before she can, however, her captor replaces them with her thumb. Her fingertips trace her entrance, and Alice gasps sharply.
“One…”
Those fingers circle her entrance once, only once. Then they’re plunging into her, fucking her hard and fast and oh god, she’s almost-
“Zero.” Her captor leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of her gag, staring hungrily at her in the mirror. “Come for me.”
Alice- utterly helpless to her whims - wails and obeys.
As could probably be expected, after having been edged for so long, the climax is one of the most intense of her life. White-hot pleasure rocks her body, sending haphazard jolts through every nerve she has. Her muscles squeeze and twitch, including (to her own surprise as much as her captor’s delight) those in her pelvis. Alice cries out in shock as her walls first squeeze tightly around the fingers inside of them, then- with a fantastic release of pressure, like a muscle uncramping or a satisfying pop! in the eardrums- let go, accompanied by an absolute gush of liquid. Arousal splatters the sheets, her thighs, her bonds, the fingers still fucking her through it, and Alice (who can’t remember the last time she’d come like that, and of course now she does it while she’s tied up and being fucked by a woman who’d held her at knifepoint to get her there. Why the hell not? ) lets out a mortified whimper. Her kidnapper, on the other hand, practically beams.
“Oh, you’re so perfect. Not only do you finish right on command, but I tell you to come and you’re just squirting all over the place. You’re just the best pet I could possibly ask for, aren’t you?”
She kisses the top of Alice’s head. “Such a good girl. I think I’ll keep you.”
That sounds nice, Alice thinks in a daze, nuzzling unconsciously into her touch as she starts to come down. I’m a good girl. You can keep me. The thought surprises her, but frankly, not enough to care. She’s feeling very light all of a sudden, all warm and fuzzy and very, very needy.
Yep, she wouldn’t mind being kept. That sounds just fine by her.
Her captor snaps her fingers. Alice squeaks in surprise as her legs (though still folded in half) are released from her sides. She looks up at the witch, slightly confused, and earns herself a fond hum.
“I want you on your knees for the next one, baby.”
The next one? Alice’s stomach- still in twists from her previous climax- does a flip. She can’t possibly expect her to come again, can she? She doesn’t think she can- no, she knows she can’t.
But not much later, Alice- bent over at the waist, cheek squished into the mattress, and moaning at a pitch that makes her grateful for the gag, as she’s guided to grind against one firm thigh- discovers that she can, in fact, come again.
And again.
And again.
For her third orgasm, her captor fetches a firm cushion from her closet and slides it between her legs. Her hands steer her by the hips, crooning soft praises as Alice- whining loudly and repeatedly- obediently humps the pillow. After that, she keeps her on her knees, but replaces the pillow with her hand. The noise Alice makes as she tumbles into a fourth climax, riding those graceful, clever fingers like her life depends on it, is downright pornographic.
By the fifth (writhing desperately on her back as an equally clever tongue eats her out like she’s starving for it) Alice starts to cry. Her captor briefly surfaces from between her legs, cooing affectionately as she sees her streaming eyes.
“Aw, you poor thing. Shh-shh-shh.” She reaches up and tenderly thumbs a tear from her cheek. “Here, let me kiss it better.”
Then her hips are being lifted, and Alice wails as that talented tongue begins fucking into her with a fervor.
She’s weeping noisily when she comes for the sixth time, muffled cries spilling from her throat. “Hmm-mmmm! Mm-mmm-mmmm, mmm-mmm-MMPH! Mmm! Hmmmph!”
“Yes, yes.” She pulls her tongue out and replaces it on Alice’s clit, purring happily. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”
“Mmmph,” Alice whimpers weakly. Then she jolts and squeals as two fingers push in where her tongue had just been. “MMPH!”
“One more, handsome,” her captor croons, starting to thrust into her. “Then you can have a little break.”
“Hmmm!” Alice protests, shaking her head. Oh god, she can’t. She can’t, she can’t, she can’t. She’s already so overstimulated, having never come this many times in a row. Her body is trembling like a leaf, hips stuttering as though they’re unsure whether to roll into the touch or pull away. Her captor, unbothered, simply settles her weight on top of them to hold her still and continues to fuck her. In fact, she starts to work a third finger inside- then, as if it’s not enough already, a fourth.
Alice sobs. Actually, audibly sobs. She’s so full, stuffed practically to the brim with those long, graceful fingers as they plunge in and out of her poor, overworked pussy. Unfortunately for her (or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it), her captor had found her g-spot somewhere around her fourth or fifth climax, and she’s hitting it with every thrust. Her mouth hasn’t left her clit, alternating between lips and tongue and occasionally, delicately, teeth.
Alice’s abdomen tenses and her captor, perhaps feeling it underneath her, glances up to look at her face. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Nmmmph,” Alice whines. Her captor grins.
“Yeah, you are.”
As the wave begins to reach its peak, Alice feels the fingers inside her move slightly differently. Her captor watches her face intently, no doubt waiting for the shift that signals her climax beginning. It makes Alice feel suddenly rather shy, almost bashful- like she’s being studied and expected to perform.
Before she can get too in her head, however, those fingers inside her press hard into her g-spot, and all coherent thought disappears. Alice jerks, gets out a half-formed whine, and then she’s gone.
Somehow, despite how many times over she’s rode it by now, the high isn’t any less intense. As she wriggles and cries, however (entire body wracked with overwhelming ecstasy), she notices another strange sensation- a light pressure, circling her entrance. She has just enough time to realize what it is before her captor is somehow thrusting her thumb inside of her, fucking her through her seventh orgasm with all five fingers.
Alice shrieks into her gag, both shocked by her captor’s audacity and her own ability to take it. The woman smiles and thrusts a few more times, watching Alice twitch and spasm with each one. Finally- to Alice’s relief- she presses one last kiss to her clit and starts to ease out.
Alice goes limp when she’s finally empty. Not just exhausted or overwhelmed- completely and utterly boneless. Her eyes flutter closed, body sinking into the soft surface of her mattress as that warm, floaty feeling takes over her again.
Vaguely, she’s aware of another fingersnap, and her bonds are suddenly much less restrictive. Though the harness remains on her chest, her limbs are no longer folded or pinned against her body. Instead, she’s simply bound to the head and footboards- not loosely enough that she can wriggle free by any means, but with enough give that she can stretch out and lazily roll her sore joints. The gag is gone too, and Alice flexes her jaw with a little moan of relief.
The mattress dips next to her, and a familiar hand tenderly caresses her face.
“Color?”
“Y’re breaking the scene,” Alice mumbles. Her lover snorts, running her thumb along her cheekbone.
“And you’re basically a puddle. Give me your color.”
“M’green,” Alice sighs, nuzzling contentedly into her touch. “Think I need a minute, though.”
“Yeah, I think you do too.” Her partner kisses her forehead affectionately. “You want me to untie you for a little bit?”
Alice growls and hooks her fingers possessively through her bonds. Her lover snorts.
“Okay then. You hang tight and relax for a minute. I’m gonna go get some things and we’ll start up again when I come back, okay?”
“M’kay. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Alice snuggles into her pillows, tugging absently on her bonds as footsteps pad out of the bedroom. For the first time, she notices that the ropes tying her to the bed aren’t ropes at all. Instead, the cords have been replaced by soft leather cuffs- one pair binding her wrists above her head, and one pair each around her ankles, secured to either side of the footboard. She tugs on the latter experimentally and finds that while there’s a bit of room to squirm, her thighs absolutely will not come back together. Despite her lover choosing to let her relax a little, she apparently still wants her legs spread open wide for her.
Alice decides not to think about what that could mean.
When her partner comes back into the bedroom, Alice only realizes when a third fingersnap echoes from behind her. To her surprise, a soft cloth blindfold appears around her eyes. Alice blinks (with what little good it does for her) and twists her head from side to side, earning herself an amused chuckle.
“Cute.”
The mattress sinks next to her again, and her captor (apparently fully back in character) takes her chin in her hand. She tilts her head forward gently and puts a bottle to Alice’s lips.
“Here. Drink this.”
Alice hesitates. “What is it?”
“A magic potion that’ll make you feel really happy.” Alice balks and her captor sighs. “It’s blue Gatorade mixed with some generic lemon-lime soda you had in your fridge. You need to hydrate, and it’ll taste good.”
Though a small part of Alice still has misgivings, she parts her lips and lets her kidnapper tip the liquid down her throat. True to her word, the mixture is cool and sweet, and Alice- after the first cautious sip- gulps it down greedily. When she’s sated, the witch sitting next to her gently thumbs a dribble from her chin, then begins to pet her hair.
“Had a nice little rest, babe?” She winds her fingers through Alice’s hair and uses it to tug her head up and down as though she’s nodding. “Good, I’m glad. Now I think you should thank me for it, don’t you?”
Alice blinks behind the blindfold, that fuzzy, contented feeling warring with a tiny whisper of unease. “…thank you?”
“Aw,” her captor coos. “You’re welcome. But that’s not quite what I meant.”
There’s a soft click! nearby, then an odd squishing noise. It’s familiar, for certain, but Alice can’t place it quite yet.
“Wait, then what did you…what’re you doing?”
“Hmm?” More squishing, some other slick sounds. Alice gnaws on her lip, that unease beginning to grow.
“What is that?”
Her captor purrs, and Alice can practically see a smug grin on her face. “A little surprise I have for you.” Then she chuckles. “Actually, not that little.”
Alice’s breath catches in her throat. Oh god. Suddenly, she knows exactly what that sound is.
Her captor magicks her blindfold away. Alice’s mouth goes dry as she takes in the sight of her little surprise, jutting out proudly from her kidnapper’s pelvis.
Fuck.
The witch gives her a smirk, making a show of rubbing more lube along the length of the ombré, sunset-colored strap-on she’s now wearing. Her fingers are glowing with rosy magic as she goes, and judging from the way she rolls her hips into her own hand, she’s feeling every stroke.
“Mmmm. Like what you see, baby?”
Alice gulps, staring at the toy. “I…that’s…”
“Hmm?” her captor hums, though she’s clearly enjoying her reaction. “It’s what?”
Alice licks her lips nervously. “…this is a joke, right? You’re…you’re just trying to make me nervous, or something. You can’t seriously be planning on putting that…”
“Putting that…where?” She smirks again. “Go on, honey. Finish the sentence.”
Alice swallows. “That thing is not going inside me. No way.”
“Aw,” her captor purrs. “What makes you so sure about that?”
“Are you kidding?” Alice blurts, eyeing the dildo. All eight, maybe nine or even ten thick, textured inches of the dildo. “That’s actually insane. No way I can take that.”
“You took all five of my fingers with no problem,” her captor counters, giving her a smug smile when she flushes. “I think you’ll be fine.”
She shrugs, giving the toy one last firm tug. “Or this’ll just be for me. Not my personal preference, but whatever floats your boat.”
Slowly, almost lazily (no doubt making sure to tease out the anticipation) she tosses the bottle of lube onto the bed, climbing up to follow it. Alice thrashes and squirms, tugging on her bonds to no avail.
“Wait- wait, wait, wait-!”
Ignoring her pleas, her captor carefully settles between her legs and grasps ahold of her hips. Alice bucks, trying to shake free of her grip.
“No, no, no! Don’t- wait- please, please!”
“Aw, poor thing,” her captor purrs, lifting her ass. She picks up the bottle of lube, squeezes a generous amount onto her fingers, and slides them into Alice, coating her already soaked pussy in the cool jelly. “Don’t be so nervous, sweetie. I’ll be gentle.”
Alice wrenches desperately on the cuffs, too distressed to care about the fingers inside of her. “I don’t care how gentle you are, it won’t fit! Please- please, I could eat you out, I could jerk you off, you could even use my mouth, or- or if you’re really set on fucking me, I have smaller toys in my dresser, just- not that!”
“Shhh,” the witch croons, pulling her hand out and wiping it on the sheets. “Just relax, baby. I promise you it’ll feel so good.”
“It’ll split me in half!”
“It won’t.”
“I- I can’t.”
“You can,” her captor soothes, now guiding her tip down to Alice’s core. “I know you can. And I’ll even make you a deal, sweetheart. However many inches I can fit in you, I’ll take afterwards. That’s a promise too.”
Alice whimpers weakly as the toy strokes through her folds. “Do I get a choice?”
Her captor caresses her thigh affectionately. “No. Take a deep breath for me, handsome.”
Color?
Uh…lime green?
What?
Like, green, but a tiny bit of a yellow green? I mean, this is super hot- but that thing is really big, J.
You want a different one?
No, I want to try it. But I’m actually not a hundred percent sure it’ll fit.
Okay. Just call yellow if you need me to get a smaller size. And red if you want me to stop altogether.
M’kay.
Oh, and by the way- you look so gorgeous like this.
So do you.
Aww, I know. Now big breath, and I’m going to put the tip in.
Alice, resigning herself to her fate, gulps in air- then promptly lets it all out in a strangled gasp as the head breaches her still-sensitive pussy. Her captor coos, rubbing her thigh as the toy situates itself firmly inside.
“There we go, that’s the hardest part over with. And that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Oh god,” Alice whimpers weakly, squeezing her eyes shut to hide the tears springing to them. “Oh god, oh god, it- that- haaaah, haaaaaaah, it’s - it’s too much, it’s too much, please take it out, please…”
Her captor, ignoring her incoherent begging, starts to slide in further. Alice arches with a pained moan, shuddering helplessly.
“Wait- wait, give me a minute, let me- fuck! God- fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Though her body is still wet from earlier, the witch’s cock is thick enough that there’s a definite burn as it slowly sinks into her. To her slight surprise, however, there’s unmistakable pleasure beginning to peek through the sting. It’s a confusing, overwhelming combination of feelings- that borderline painful stretch overlapping with a mind-melting fullness unlike any she’s ever felt. And she’d thought her fingers had been a lot.
Her kidnapper’s fingers, no longer necessary to guide the strap into her, move to her clit. As the first third of the toy disappears into her whimpering captive, she starts to stroke in small, firm circles. Alice’s voice pitches higher as the touch sends little zaps of pleasure through her body.
“Ah- ah, ah, ah, ah!”
“Mmm, such pretty noises,” her captor praises, rubbing her clit a little more firmly. “And you feel so good around me, baby, you have no idea.”
Alice mewls, pulling harshly on her handcuffs again. She’s not so much struggling anymore as she is simply looking for something to ground herself, the pressure of leather digging into the skin on her wrists a soothing sensation as the strap drives in further and further.
“Halfway there,” the witch croons, massaging Alice’s thigh. “You’re doing so well, beautiful. Such a good boy.”
Alice squeaks and her captor purrs. “Oh, you like that? You like being called a good boy while you’re taking me five inches deep?” She pushes in again, grinning at the resulting throaty groan. “Six now. Seems like you do.”
“I…don’t know what you’re- fuck!”
“Sure, pretty. You know I can feel you squeezing around me, right?” Alice flushes and she smirks. “That’s right. My pretty girl. My good boy.”
Alice presses her eyes closed in embarrassment. Truthfully, she can feel herself squeezing too (as much as she can, anyways- there’s not exactly much room). She’s stunned by how good it all feels, the praise and the touch and the absolutely overwhelming sensations coming from between her legs. The discomfort- the sting, the burn, the stretch- has started to ebb, allowing room for pure, unfettered pleasure to slowly but surely begin to take over. There are calloused fingers on her clit, purred praises echoing in her mind, that insane strap filling her up. Every time she thinks she thinks there can’t be more, it sinks in another inch. Every time she thinks she can’t take more, her body sucks it hungrily down. She’s so wet, so hot, so full-
Suddenly, she feels familiar thighs brushing against her own trembling, spread ones. Alice looks down, half in surprise, and finds her captor much closer than before. The woman purrs and squeezes her hips.
“One more push.”
Then she slides the last inch inside, and-
“Ah- AH!”
Alice's breath hitches, then- to her own surprise as much as her captor’s- she spasms with a cry as she unexpectedly comes around the cock now fully hilted inside of her. The witch laughs in delight, watching her twitch as arousal dribbles from where their bodies join, coating the base of her strap.
“Oh my god. All that fussing and fighting, just to come the second I bottom out?”
Alice tips her head back, squeezing her eyes shut in some odd mixture of embarrassment and stubborn defiance as the aftershocks of her orgasm roll through her, leaving her quivering around the toy. “Fuck…you.”
“I appreciate the offer, sweetheart,” her captor purrs. “But not yet. That’s your reward, remember?” She tightens her grip on Alice’s hip, smirking. “You have to earn it first.”
Alice yelps as the witch, all too soon, starts to pull the toy back. She thrusts back in roughly and Alice lets out a strangled gasp. “I- ah! I- ohgodohfuckoh- ah- mmmm….”
“Aww,” her kidnapper chuckles, thrusting her hips into her again. “Poor thing. You’re just too fucked out to think, aren’t you?”
“No-oh! Oh, oh, oh…”
“Yeah, you are,” she coos. “You should see yourself like this, all stuffed full and still whining for me. You’d probably start squirting all over again.”
Alice’s cheeks burn. Perhaps wisely, however, she’s given up on getting out a coherent sentence, focusing instead on getting through this with what little of her dignity remained. If any.
“Let’s see,” her captor ponders, lazily fucking into her as though Alice isn’t practically impaled on her shaft. “That was the eighth time you’ve come, isn’t it?” She chuckles again. “Don’t worry, I’ve been counting for you. I know you’ve had…other things to focus your pretty little head on.”
She shifts her hips and Alice lets out a startled cry as the strap digs into that rough, internal patch of nerves. Her captor moans appreciatively as her walls clench and shudder around her. “Mmm, that’s nice. Good boy.”
Alice groans. The witch continues with those small, but deliberate thrusts, only pulling out far enough to punch directly into her g-spot on the way back in.
“I’m thinking…two more orgasms. That’ll make a nice, round ten. So you come twice more on my cock, and you get a reward.”
Alice whimpers, feeling tears dangerously close to brimming in her eyes. “Oh god- oh god, I can’t, I can’t…”
“See, but you’ve said that every step along the way,” her kidnapper chastises playfully. “But somehow we’ve managed, haven’t we? You couldn’t quite get your boxers down, didn’t want to take your gag, begged me not to make you come again- well, begged as best you could, anyways- and tried your hardest to convince me I couldn’t fit my cock in you, but I was right about all of it. You’d think sooner or later, you’d just learn to trust me.”
Alice starts to protest. Her captor thrusts, and her words dissolve into a whine. She tries again. Another thrust. A third thrust, a third whine, and an amused smirk.
“I’m in charge, baby. You’re mine.”
Alice makes a tiny noise. Her captor pauses, leans down, and almost tenderly wipes a smear of drool from her chin. “Say it for me.”
Alice is tough. She’s stubborn. She also knows when she’s beat, and that had happened hours ago.
“...you’re in charge. I’m yours. ”
“What?” her captor purrs. “I didn’t quite catch that.”
“I’m yours!” Alice cries, feeling a hot tear slip down her cheek (tears of pleasure or humiliation? She’s not sure. She’s not sure there’s a difference anymore.). “You’re in charge, and I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m- ummph!”
The witch, smirking, stuffs a wad of cloth into her mouth. Alice lets out a muffled squeak as she catches a glimpse of silky red fabric, suspiciously similar to the bra of the same color lying abandoned on her bedroom floor.
“That’s right. Mine.” She cradles Alice’s cheek in her hand, as though she’s having a tender moment with her lover. “Two more orgasms, and I come in you too. Then you can have a reward. Just don’t forget to pace yourself, sweetie. Remember, only one of us has come at all this evening.”
Gently, almost affectionately, she runs her thumb along Alice’s lower lip, tucking a loose edge of fabric back into her mouth. Then she leans in and whispers in her ear.
“Oh, and if you spit those out, I’ll pull out and fuck you in that pretty little ass of yours. I can’t imagine how tight you are back there.”
Alice’s eyes go wide. Her captor grins and grasps her chin, tilting her head up to kiss her around the makeshift gag. When they finally break apart (Alice gasping through her nose, letting out garbled whimpers) she grabs Alice by the hips and, magicking the chains in her ankles a little longer, lifts her up and begins to fuck her in earnest.
Alice tips her head back with a strangled moan. Her captor moans with her, a low, throaty noise that sends a shiver down Alice’s spine.
“Mmm, that’s so good. You’re so wet, baby. So wet, so tight, so warm…even better than I imagined. I knew you’d be perfect, but still.”
Alice, despite herself, blushes at the praise. Her kidnapper coos and reaches down to stroke her clit.
“Don’t look so shy. You’re absolutely gorgeous, you know. You have no idea the things I’ve wanted to do to this beautiful body.”
She drives her hips in harder and Alice whines. “I’m definitely keeping you, sweetheart. After all, I have so many ideas for what I can do to you.” She smirks. “As much as I like you gagged, I’m looking forward to seeing what you can do with that mouth when there’s not something stuffed in it. Or at least, not something that’s meant to shut you up.”
“Hnnnnn,” Alice mumbles, eyelids fluttering weakly. She hopes her captor can’t feel her squeezing at the idea. She has a feeling she can.
“You did offer to suck me off earlier,” her captor ponders, clearly enjoying Alice’s reactions to her words. “Do you like doing that? Or do you prefer eating pussy?” She tilts her head, smiling sweetly. “Maybe I won’t tell you. I’ll put you on your knees and give you a blindfold, then let you sit there and stick your tongue out for a surprise. Would you like that, honey?”
“Mmph.”
“Aw, I thought you would. And I have so many things I could use to fuck that gorgeous mouth, too. I have straps, of course, but magic gives us so much more to play with.”
She lifts Alice’s hips up higher, sighing happily as the angle drives her deeper. “Just think, sweetie. I could snap my fingers and give myself a real cock. I tend to prefer mine with a bit more sparkle, but there’s something to be said for flesh and blood. Or we could go a little freakier, you know. I don’t judge.”
Alice keens, tipping her head back. She’s barely catching every other word- she’s already so overwhelmed, and this new angle has her eyes rolling up in her head. Her captor purrs and takes the chance to lean over, beginning to kiss along her throat.
“Mmm, don’t mind if I do.” She kisses down until she finds a spot that makes Alice’s breath catch, then- with a little smirk against her quivering skin- licks, and then bites. Alice lets out a muffled yelp and her kidnapper begins to suck, clearly intending to leave a mark.
Mine. Mine, mine, mine. She doesn’t say it. She doesn’t need to. Alice gets the message, loud and clear.
Finally (after what feels like an eternity- or at the very least, long enough for several more thrusts) her captor lets her throat go. Alice can practically feel a bruise forming, blood pooling under her tender skin. She doesn’t have much time to focus on it, however, because the woman is kissing down her neck, across her collarbones, down to her chest. She kisses one of her own meticulously tied knots, slides her tongue under the cord and licks at the bare skin underneath.
Alice whimpers and squirms as her tongue glides down the flesh of her breast. Then soft lips wrap around her nipple, and she gasps. Suddenly Alice’s breast is being enveloped in her warm, wet mouth, and her fingers are still stroking her clit, and she’s drawing back for another devastating thrust and oh god, she’s-
Alice wails into her gag as another climax wracks her body. Her captor moans sweetly into her skin as Alice’s walls squeeze her for dear life, the sound sending little vibrations through the sensitive flesh surrounded by her mouth.
“Mmm.” She pulls off with a wet pop! “That was nine, baby. Give me one more.”
Alice lets out a pathetic little whine as the strap continues to ram into her, leaving her no time to recover before more pleasure is washing over her. Then, as those muscular thighs smack into hers, she starts to cry again. She can’t help it. Her captor is fucking her faster now (though she keeps up those hard, deliberate thrusts that have Alice jerking in her arms every time), still rubbing her clit, still cooing soft praises, and it’s near impossible to keep her composure.
“Mmm-hmmmn-mmph!” The strap hits her g-spot again and she sobs. “Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!”
“Mmm, I just love the noises you make,” the witch sighs happily. “I should keep you like this all the time. Tied up, spread wide, nothing to do but feel good and make those sweet little sounds for me.”
“Hnnnnn,” Alice whimpers. Her captor purrs and thrusts into her again.
“So much I could do to you. I could bend you over my kitchen counter and take you from behind. You’d have to stand on your tiptoes, of course, but I’d hold you up when your legs got sore.”
She bends over and playfully kisses a tear from Alice’s cheek. “Or if you got too tired, you could just sit on my lap. Doesn’t that sound nice, baby? We could just cuddle, relax, watch a movie…you’d have to cockwarm me, of course, but I think you’d get used to it.” She chuckles. “Might have to gag you at first, though. I doubt I could hear the tv over your whining.”
Abruptly, she smirks and grabs Alice by the waist with both hands. “And speaking of, I think I have an idea of how to get more of those noises out of you.”
Alice squeals in surprise when she’s suddenly rotated, wrists and ankles twisting in her cuffs as she’s spun on the strap like she’s been impaled like a spitroast.
“Hmmm!”
Her captor pulls her back firmly against her, until her ass is flush against her pelvis. She plants her free hand on Alice’s shoulderblades and forces her down, leaving her high on her knees with her tits squashed against the mattress.
Alice lets out a long, low whine, teary eyes fluttering weakly. She’d thought the strap couldn’t possibly go deeper. She was wrong. She was very, very wrong. Her captor sighs happily and begins to rock her hips into her, nudging her further into the mattress.
“Mmm, that’s so good. You’re taking me so deep, baby.”
Alice whimpers pathetically. I know. I feel it. Her captor coos. “Aw. Am I neglecting you? I’m sorry.”
She reaches around and resumes her stroking of Alice’s clit. Alice keens, upper half going limp against the sheets. She’s not even sure her knees are supporting her anymore. It’s entirely possible, she decides, that all her weight is hanging on that long, thick length buried inside her.
“Mmph, mmph, mmmph….”
“Shhh,” her kidnapper soothes, sounding amused but affectionate. Alice falls into that smooth voice, soaking it up like a sponge. Her world is shrinking, leaving Alice with only her remaining- the chains she’d summoned to bind her, her long, graceful fingers stroking her clit, the taste of her stuffed in her mouth and her cock taking her apart from the inside out. She’s soaked in her, surrounded by her, full of her.
When her tenth orgasm hits her, it takes her genuinely by surprise. She lets out a ragged, hoarse sob, back arching as she practically convulses around the strap. Her captor clucks her tongue, briefly lifting her fingers from her clit and gently stroking her hair.
“Oh, you poor thing. Couldn’t hold it back, could you?”
I thought you wanted me to come? Alice thinks dazedly, flopping against the mattress. As if reading her thoughts, her kidnapper tuts and gives her ass an admonishing pat.
“Aw, just a little too fucked out to think straight, hm? You forgot your instructions, didn’t you? I really should punish you for that.”
Alice whimpers pitifully, looking back over her shoulder with teary eyes. The witch hushes her, petting her hair.
“Shh-shh-shh. You’ve been so good already, I’ll give you a break.”
Then she smirks, and a jolt of anticipation rocks Alice.
“Besides, getting fucked after ten orgasms will probably be punishment enough.”
Alice lets out a surprised squeal as she suddenly resumes that brutal pace, jerking in her bonds. Her captor chuckles, digging her fingernails into the tender flesh of her ass.
“Remember, sweetheart, I get to come too. Doesn’t matter if you’re fucked raw or not. You want your reward, I use you until I’m satisfied.”
Alice keens, slumping back down to the sheets. She’s given up on protesting, given up on struggling, given up on anything but the whims of this woman and the pleasure melting her mind. Her captor laughs and winds a hand through her hair.
“Here, baby. Why don’t you help me out a little?”
When Alice- too fucked out to be anything but pliant- sits up obediently, she reaches into her mouth and tugs the panties out, tossing them aside and cradling her chin in her hands. Alice (forgetting that she can talk now) lets out a questioning whine.
“Thought I’d give you something else to do with that pretty little mouth of yours,” her captor purrs. She turns Alice back around to see a second toy attached to the headboard in front of her, which she’d summoned in the split second her precious pet had been turned away.
“Besides, you seem like you need something to focus on.” She pushes Alice’s head down, gently but insistently. “You gonna fuss about opening up this time?”
Alice whines again and shakes her head as best she can. And though she can’t see, she’s sure her captor is smirking.
“Good boy. Now suck.”
Alice whimpers and does as she’s told.
Her kidnapper’s fingers linger on the back of her head as she obediently starts to lower her mouth on the second toy. Thankfully, it’s not nearly as big as the one in her pussy, and she swallows it with fairly little difficulty. When her mouth is entirely full, her captor lets out a contented sigh.
Alice blinks and experimentally bobs her head. The witch moans appreciatively and her eyes widen.
Holy shit. Can you feel that?
Mmm, yeah.
Whoa. That’s- mmm, oh fuck, fuck…
Imagine how it feels for me.
OhmygodI’mgonnadie.
Color?
Hnnnnnnnngh.
I’ll let it slide just this once.
Alice whimpers, sucking eagerly in hopes of earning more of those sweet, low sounds. As much as she craves her praise (and she does crave her praise, she can’t help but admit that), those noises of pleasure satiate a longing she hadn’t known she had. Her captor rewards her with another moan, fucking her forward onto the cock in her mouth.
“Such a good girl. So obedient, so sweet, taking me so well. And your mouth is just as perfect as I thought it would be.”
Alice mewls, the very definition of bliss. She’s well and truly lost, nothing but pleasure overwhelming her thoughts. Her captor picks up speed and she keens happily, doing her best to open her throat further.
Yes, yes, yes. Use me, use me, use me…
You know I can hear you, right?
…did I project that through the bond?
Mmhm.
Fuck.
Good to know how much you like this.
Her captor’s moans are getting higher, sweeter, louder. Alice whines in return and redoubles her efforts, sucking harder, jerking her hips back, squeezing as best as her poor, tired muscles can manage. The witch purrs appreciatively, reaching down to rub her back.
“Mmm, that’s it. Good boy. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Alice whimpers eagerly, squeezing around her again. Her captor groans, settling her body forward on top of hers.
“Oh god, that’s so good. Good girl, good girl, good girl…”
Suddenly, she reaches down and grabs for Alice’s hair again. Alice lets out a cry of protest as she’s pulled off the toy she’s sucking so happily, but the noise is quickly smothered by her captor’s mouth on hers. She lets out a happy squeak, kissing back with a fervor as the witch sighs into her mouth.
“Mmmm- I’m close, baby, I’m so- gonna come in you, fuck…”
She breaks the kiss with a ragged groan, and Alice cries out as a rush of warmth hits her insides. Somewhere distantly, she feels her own body spasm again. How many is that now? She doesn’t know. She doesn’t care. She’s never felt this good in her life.
Her bonds vanish. Alice doesn’t struggle or fuss as she’s flipped onto her back, gazing up at her reverently as she gracefully slides the harness down her hips.
“Promise is a promise, sweetheart,” her lover says breathlessly. She puts the toy on Alice with surprising speed, whispering words her captive is too far gone to hear, then squeezes a bit more lube into her palm and strokes her hand along the length. Alice gasps, her entire body arching into her touch.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod-”
The witch catches her eye and grins. With her other hand, Alice notices, she’s fingering herself open. Alice whimpers, mouth watering as she watches with wide eyes.
“You ready, baby?” her captor coos. Alice nods eagerly.
“Alright. Just lay back for me, sweet girl.”
The noise that Alice makes as she straddles her hips, slowly beginning to sink down on the toy, is practically inhuman.
“That’s it,” her lover pants, letting out a low moan. She braces herself on Alice’s stomach as she rocks her hips in tiny, rolling motions, taking the length that had just practically broken Alice to pieces with a confident, practiced ease. “Mmm, you feel so good.”
Alice lets out a strangled noise, the warm, wet feeling enveloping her leaving no room in her brain for coherency. Her lover grabs her hands as she bottoms out, no longer needing them for balance.
“You feel me?”
“Yeah- yeah, yeah, yeah…”
“Good.” She rises up an inch, then slams her hips back down. “You like it?”
“Yes.”
She starts to bounce, riding her faster, harder. “You like how it feels? To be inside me? The way I was just inside you?”
“Fuck- yes, yes, yes, yes!”
“Say- mmm! - say my name.”
“You’re- you’re breaking the-”
“Fuck the scene. Say my name.”
Alice wails, clutching her hands for dear life. “Ah- Jen!”
Jennifer moans and leans in to kiss her, twining their fingers together. “Alice.”
“Jen!”
“Alice.”
“God- you- ah, ah, aaaahhhh…”
“I know, love,” Jen gasps, breaking the kiss to nose into her neck. “God, you’ve been so good. You did absolutely perfect tonight, babe, you deserve this.”
“I- fuck, fuck-”
“You what, sweetie?”
“I- ah!- I love you, I love you, IloveyouI’mgonnacome-”
“Me too,” Jen breathes, pistoning her hips faster. “Me too, honey.”
“Wait, which-”
“I love you too, you ridiculous dork. And I’m close.” She leans in, pressing her lips to the corners of her mouth. “Come with me.”
Alice howls hysterically as Jen squeezes around her, and the world goes white.
~
She comes back to herself all at once, strap gone and cradled securely in Jen’s lap. Jen’s rubbing her back, whispering comforting words, and Alice realizes she’s crying.
“Shh, shh-shh-shh. You did so good, Alice. So good.”
Alice wraps her arms around her, burying her face in her neck. “I- sorry, I’m sorry-”
“Shhhh,” Jen soothes, kissing her forehead. “Don’t be sorry, baby. We talked about this, remember? It’s okay. Just let it out.”
Alice nods, sniffling. The smell of citrus and flowers washes over her as Jen strokes her hair, nestling her into the crook of her neck.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
“God,” Alice gasps after a few moments. “That was intense.”
Jen snorts. “That’s an understatement. How do you feel?”
“Like you picked me up and wrung me out like a washcloth.” Alice peeks at her out of the corner of her eyes. “That about how I look?”
“I love you too much to answer that.”
“That’s probably the right answer,” Alice says wryly, snuggling back into her arms. “God, Jen. That potion of yours is insane.”
“See why I only let you try a half-dose?”
Alice gives her a cheeky little grin. “I dunno. I think I could’ve handled a full one.”
Her partner rolls her eyes fondly. “Alice, the human body isn’t designed to handle a dozen orgasms in a row. I think you would’ve passed out if we went any longer.”
“I’m okay with that.”
“Alice.”
“What? You could’ve kept going.”
“Now we’re getting into Agatha’s territory,” Jen sighs exasperatedly. “Which is at least seventy-five percent of why we got a hotel room for this. You want to debrief now, or when we’re done with aftercare?”
“Is the plan still couch cuddles and a Conjuring marathon on that massive TV?”
“Unless you want something else.”
“Mmm, nah,” Alice sighs happily. “But let’s check in now. I think there’s only about a fifty-fifty shot of me staying awake any longer than the second movie.”
“It’s so weird that you can fall asleep watching those.”
“I can fall asleep watching most things. I slept through Rio playing the organ the other day.”
“Ugh.” Jen shudders. “I don’t even want to know where she got that thing. I swear it tried to bite me.”
She starts scratching at Alice’s scalp, chuckling when her girlfriend moans happily. “So how did you feel, sweetie? Anything uncomfortable? Anything you wanna change next time?”
“Mm-mm,” Alice sighs contentedly. Then she pauses and considers. “Actually, I think I liked the soft gag better. The muzzle was hot, but the straps were getting dangerously close to migraine triggering territory.”
“That’s fine,” Jen murmurs. “Was it the tension, or the position?”
“Both, I think? It kinda dug into the back of my skull. And my jaw was killing me by the time you took it off, which wasn’t helping.”
“I wondered about that. Did I put it on too tight?"
"No," Alice sighs reluctantly. "Any looser and it would've slid right off my hair. I just don't think I can have things tied around my head for too long."
"Got it. So no more ball gags, panel gags, ring gags-”
“Well, maybe the last one.” Alice feels her cheeks warm and burrow her face further into her lover’s skin. “Ilikedyouusingmymouth.”
Jen laughs. “That can be arranged. Outside of that, though, you don’t mind actually being gagged? It didn't make you anxious at all, not being able to talk?”
“Nah,” Alice hums. “Obviously I love when you boss me around, and I actually like when you do all the dirty talk. You're way better at it than I am, and that way I don't have to overthink it. It was just the stupid straps.” She peeks impishly up at Jen. “But there are ways around that. You can stuff whatever you want in my mouth, as long as you can come up with a creative way to make me keep it there.”
“Think I handled that just fine,” her girlfriend says wryly. “Nothing else? The actual strap wasn’t too big after all?”
Alice blushes again. “No. I didn’t know I could take that, though.”
“Honestly, me neither. I thought about making an executive call when you first started begging.”
Alice giggles. “I was convincing?”
“Scarily so. I actually thought I was hurting you for a minute there.”
“You could’ve hurt me,” Alice says contemplatively, snuggling down in her lap. “You were a little light on your punishments, you know.”
Jen gives her a disbelieving look. “First of all, you barely did anything meriting a punishment. You were so deep into subspace, I don’t think you could’ve disobeyed me if you tried.”
“You’re probably right,” Alice sighs. “I don’t think I’ve ever gone that far under. That was crazy in itself.” She grins mischievously. “You still could’ve punished me, though. No one said it had to be fair.”
“Baby, I’m not sure you could handle an actual punishment.”
“Hey!”
“You cried when I edged you for too long. I honestly don’t know if you could take a spanking.”
“I could too,” Alice mumbles petulantly. Jen kisses her forehead.
“Be brattier next time, then. See what happens.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Alice hums happily, gazing up at her girlfriend. “So what about you? Anything you didn’t like?”
“Mmm, you were perfect,” Jen murmurs, kissing her cheek. “But let’s nix the knife next time, okay? It makes me nervous having it that close. The whole time we were in the kitchen, I just kept thinking about what would happen if one of us accidentally scooted into it or something.”
“Fair. Anything else?”
“Nothing.” Jen brushes a lock of her hair out of her face affectionately. “I love you.”
Alice nuzzles into her hand, gazing up at her adoringly.
“I love you too.”