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"Let's see..." Brynna moved her hand down, running her fingers over Anne's cunt. "My... you are a horny little slut, aren't you?" She slid a finger between the slick cuntlips, pressing against the tiny opening. "I'll have to get a strap-on, so I can give my horny slut the fucking she deserves. Would you like that? Like a nice, big cock shoved in this tight little cunt?"
Brynna teased at the little hole, wedging just the tip of her finger in, not enough to tear the hymen, just enough to feel. "That's not an answer, slut. Answer your mistress properly!"
Brynna curled her fingers and pressed two knuckles against Anne's cherry, pushing hard enough for her to feel it stretching, but not hard enough to break through. "My little slut wants fucked, then? Wants me to shove my hand in her little pussy?" She rubbed in little circles. "I wonder if it would fit..."
Brynna shuddered, her cunt clenching hard. "We'll have to find out, won't we?" she said breathlessly. "But... not right now. Right now... I want to hurt you." She pulled her hand away from Anne's cunt and stepped forward, pulling up the girl's head with her other hand and holding out her sticky fingers. "Clean up your mess, slut."
"Mmmm... good girl," Brynna purred, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of soft lips tugging at her fingers, the little tongue lapping at them, running over her skin again and again. She squeezed her legs together, twitching her hips to rub her clit against the seam of her shorts, only pulling her hand away when it was completely clean. "Now, thank me for letting you suck my fingers clean. Show me how much you liked it."
"Thank you, Mistress," Anne said in a soft voice. "Thank you for making me act like a slut, and lick my own cunt juices off of your fingers. Thank you for treating me like a whore."
Brynna shuddered violently. She yanked Anne's head back further, bending and kissing her hard. "Good slut! Now..." She shoved the girl's face back down, against the bed. "Stay just like that while I get what I want to hurt you with."
Stepping back, Brynna looked at her for a moment, her eyes roaming over the quivering breasts, the tight, upthrust ass, the wet shine on her inner thighs. For a moment, she considered just grabbing her, shoving the girl's head between her legs, and coming over and over again, right now, right away. But... she wanted this so badly! And Anne wanted it, too. She didn't have to understand it to know it. So she finally turned away and headed for her closet. She knew exactly what she wanted. Just any belt wouldn't do... most of them would make way too much noise. But there was one... Brynna smiled as she found it in the back of the closet.
It had been a gift from someone who didn't know her taste in clothes very well. She'd never worn it, but she'd kept it because it fit her taste in fantasy just fine. The leather belt was made of about a dozen thin strips, threaded with carved wooden beads. Every four inches or so, they were knotted, holding them in place. It was long, meant to ride low on the hips, and ended with the last six inches of the strands left loose, each of them capped with a final wooden bead. Doubled over, it would hit hard, painfully, with a quiet thud instead of a loud smack. Using the end, it made a sound like rain on the rooftop and the beads spread out and stung like hell. Brynna knew these facts from experimentation against her thigh, right after she got the belt, and it had fiugured into her fantasies occasionally for the past two years. She folded it in half, holding it by the buckle and tails, and returned to the bed, her throat going dry.
Brynna ran her hand along the smooth skin of Anne's back, and wondered what the hell she was doing. Here was this sweet, lovely, young girl who was totally devoted to her, who'd already made her come harder than she ever had in her life, and who'd been through so much... and she was seriously intending to hurt her? Just because the idea turned her on? For a moment, Brynna felt sick to her stomach. The blood rushed in her ears, and she swayed dizzily. How could she even consider something like that? What kind of person could do that? The belt hung loosely in her hand and she stood there, frozen with fear and uncertainty.
Brynna shivered, her nipples hardening almost painfully. Other people did this, and more. Other people whose writing she'd read and agreed with. People she'd chatted with online and liked. Not monsters. And they did it with people who, like Anne, had said they wanted it, needed it, and Brynna hadn't thought they were fucked up or abused. Why should it be different now, when it was the two of them? Anne was as smart... smarter, honestly... and mature as any of the subs she'd known online. If she trusted them to know what they wanted, shouldn't she extend her own girlfriend the same courtesy? But... what if it was too much, and she lost her? The thought came suddenly, a sharp, unexpected pain. What if I scare her away? Wasn't it better to have the other things than to risk losing it all for this one facet of her fantasies? Almost convinced, she carressed Anne's back again, feeling how soft and delicate the skin was, picturing dark bruises on that pale perfection, torn by the dual reaction of gut-clenching fear and cunt-tightening arousal.
She stood there for a long while, wondering what the hell she should do. Then, she remembered the pins. Anne was terrified of needles, yet she'd still done that. And it had to have hurt much worse than real needles would... safety pins aren't known for being razor sharp. And she did it. To please Brynna. Would this really be worse than that? She wasn't afraid of being beat. Brynna's hand trailed down, brushing against Anne's wet cunt. Oh no, she definitely wasn't afraid. If the pins didn't make her run screaming away, then probably nothing could. Right? Brynna slid her hand back up to Anne's back, curling her fingers and running her nails up the girl's spine, hard enough to leave four red lines trailing behind her fingers.
Brynna shivered. Anne wanted it. She knew what it would be like. The whipping in the fantasy was bad, and she'd lived that, even if it hadn't left any real marks. She knew what she was asking for. And she knew what it did to Brynna. And the fact that she was asking for it was... overwhelmingly hot. Brynna tightened her grip on the belt and took a step back. "I'm going to hurt you now, pet," she said softly. "I'm going to beat that pretty white skin of yours. I don't want you to be too loud. No screaming. You may cry. And you may beg, when you can't help yourself. And when you reach the point where you think you just can't stay quiet enough, you may respectfully ask for help... but until then, I want to hear you. Understand?"
Brynna shuddered, then pulled her arm back. She intended to swing the belt gently, just a testing stroke, but she was so tense that she misjudged, and it hit with a hard thud across Anne's ass, leaving a dark red line all the way across.
Brynna froze for a moment, staring at the mark, partly in horror partly with lust. She'd never been so wet in her life. Just a couple more, she thought, and if she looks like she can't handle it, I'll stop, I swear. She swung again, this time managing to keep it slightly lighter, laying a line diagonally across Anne's shoulders. She couldn't quite surpress the moan of pleasure as the stroke landed.
Anne's knees buckled slightly, drawing Brynna's attention to her legs, and she could see that she was wet all the way down her thighs, all the way to those trembling knees. Brynna moaned again and slashed down with the belt, harder than before, hard enough to leave bruises where the knots were.
Anne squealed, high pitched, but not too loud. Borderline, though. Brynna stopped for a moment, breathing hard. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the utterly soaked shorts squishing between them. "Uh-uh, bad girl!" She licked her lips. "Does my slut need help staying quiet now, or can you be a good girl and do better than that?"
"Do you want to try?" Brynna asked. "If you're a good girl and can stay quiet enough, I'll reward you. But if you're bad..." She let her words trail off as she ran the beaded end of the belt over Anne's back.
Brynna smiled. "Good girl," she murmured. "Remember, if you just can't do it, you can ask for help. That's not being bad. Failing because you didn't ask in time... that's being a bad girl." She stroked the striped back gently for a moment. "Don't worry, pet. I'm not going to stop. I'll just have to find something to go in your mouth when you can't hold it in anymore." Various images flickered through her mind. Gags. Soaking wet panties. A big, hard cock. Anne's face buried against Siobhan's cunt, held tight enough to muffle her screams. Brynna moaned and stepped back, swinging under-handed to bring the belt up hard along the back of the girl's thighs.
The sound that emerged was a high-pitched, muffled hiss, something that might have been a scream if it had been suppressed any less. Anne's hands gripped the bedposts tightly, and she sagged, held up only by her arms for a moment.
Brynna moaned loudly. "Oh good girl! Good little slut! God, you've got me so hot..." Two quick slashes across her back— not hard, but fast— followed.
Anne stiffened, every muscle in her body tense with pain, and screamed through gritted teeth, the sound not quite too loud.
Letting the belt hang loose for a moment, Brynna stepped up, pressing her crotch against Anne's hip, rubbing. "Feel that, my slut? Feel how wet it makes me to hurt you?" she asked huskily.
Brynna shuddered, close to coming, so she stepped back quickly. "I want to see what you can take, little slut. I want to make you cry for me..." With that, she brought the belt up, hard, across the crease where Anne's thighs met her ass.
Anne managed to muffle the scream, just barely, but it was still a high, pitiful sound. Brynna moved around where she could see the girl's face. Tears already streaked the pale cheeks and made her green eyes gleam like jewels. Brynna shuddered, and reached out to catch a tear on the back of her finger, then raised it to her mouth, licking it away before stepping back and raising the belt again.
Brynna moved in a haze of lust, everything feeling unreal. Part of her remained in control, maintained limits, intended not much more... just enough to make her ask for help, that's all. Once she asked for help, Brynna would give it, then just a touch more and that would be enough. Anne'd already proven she could take it... now all that was left was to see if she could surrender to it.
For a second, Brynna was stunned, uncomprehending. Anne didn't move, just lay curled around her pain, and Brynna dropped the belt and fell to her knees, reaching for her. She gathered her up into her arms, shaking, horrified, and stammered incoherent apologies.
Anne remained silent for several seconds, finally whispering, "I'm sorry, Mistress. I think you need to have me lay on the bed so that I don't fall."
Brynna held onto her tightly, still shaking hard. "Baby... oh god." She closed her eyes and shuddered. "Are... are you okay?"
"For what?!" Brynna buried her face against Anne's hair. "I'm so sorry!" she choked out. "I should have known... I should have been able to tell... I thought you were okay! I didn't mean to go further than you could handle! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
"For what?" Anne asked, bewildered. "I can handle it! It's hard, but I can! I just can't hold myself up anymore..."
"You fell!" Brynna said. "I... I didn't mean to hit you that hard! I just got carried away, and I thought you were all right. Hurting, but okay. I'm so sorry!"
"You sure as hell don't look okay!" Brynna said. "You just... collapsed. You didn't move. It scared the living fuck out of me!"
"I... needed a second to handle it. Um. I think they call it processing it," Anne said. "And... I think I need to either be laying down, or tied so that I don't have to hold myself up."
Brynna calmed slightly, but still wasn't convinced. "If you're not strong enough to hold yourself up, then you probably aren't strong enough to do it at all. I never... never meant to harm you, or endanger you in any way. I... didn't realize how... how little strength you had to draw on."
Anne shook her head. "I'm small, Mistress. Um. The fantasy didn't include how it would jerk me around."
Brynna cradled her on her lap, pulling her as close as possible. "You are tiny," she admitted. "God, you're so tiny! So delicate. You looked so pretty. So hot... I just don't want to do anything that'll harm you. You're... more fragile than I realized."
"How about physically, though? I... I don't know that much about your condition, honey," Brynna said. "Nothing is worth risking weakening you to the point you get sick again."
"Are you certain?" Brynna asked. "I mean... well, how do you feel now? Sore or agonizing? Just shakey, or actually disoriented? Tired, or totally wiped out?"
Anne shook her head. "No. Just... different." She looked thoughtful. "I think maybe your fantasy wasn't accurate."
Brynna blushed. "Well, I hadn't done it," she said defensively. "There's only so much you can get from reading about it!"
Anne nodded. "And even if you had, you wouldn't have known," she said. "Because you'd have been on the other end."
"Yeah," Brynna said softly. "I never really thought of it from the other end, except for, well, the most physical part, and the fear. It didn't matter, for the fantasies, exactly how it felt, just that there would be pain and fear to produce the action I wanted. But... I did try this out. Only on my leg, but pretty hard, so I'd know, just in case I ever... ah... got the chance to use it."
"Well, yeah. I mean, how else would I know how bad it was?" Brynna said. "How would I know how hard I could hit without causing damage? But... but I never thought about the difference between someone like me... big, with all this muscle for padding... and someone like you, though. I'm sorry, pet."
"You're sure? I... I won't lie to you, pet. That was... the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. But I won't make you do it if you can't take it, if it's going to damage you. I don't want it if it's going to damage you."
Brynna shivered, stroking her back lightly. "Did you... get what you thought you would out of it? Was it worth it to you?" she asked.
Brynna blinked. "Really? I mean, you did? I... wow. That's... something." She kissed Anne's hair. "Then... then I guess it is okay, after all. We just have to be more careful. Though I don't think I should tie you standing. At least not until we have good cuffs for your wrists. You're small, but you shouldn't really dangle by your wrists for long. Especially not with violent motion involved. Tied down on your stomach, with your pretty ass in the air, maybe."
Brynna smiled, running her nails lightly over the few welts she could feel. "Like that idea, do you? Tied down, all spread out, something under your hips to lift you up and expose your sweet little pussy?"
"You want that?" There was a touch of amazement in Brynna's voice. "You want to be helpless while I hurt you? While I turn your little white ass bright red?"
"Oh god... you're so tempting," Brynna whispered. "How am I supposed to resist when you're so adorably willing?"
Brynna groaned and grabbed her hair, twisting her head up for a hard, hungry kiss. "Then I won't," she said, her voice low, her tone one of warning. "I'll just use you however I want. Hurt you whenever I want. Make you cry for me, and ride your little face with the tears still on your cheeks," she hissed, then kissed her again, savagely, bruising her lips against her teeth. "Is that what you want?"
Brynna shuddered. She hadn't really expected that answer. It had been a warning, a threat, not something she was supposed to agree to! But... Who the hell could resist that? Carefully, cradling the girl to her chest, she got to her feet and walked to the bed. She kissed Anne once more, then dropped her onto the mattress abruptly.
With an almost pained groan, Brynna bent and kissed her again, gentle this time, soft and sweet and long. When she finally pulled away, her eyes were hot, but not wild. "Turn over," she commanded softly. "On your stomach. Now."
Brynna hurried back to the closet, grabbing a thick leather belt and several long scarves. Returning to the bed, she lifted Anne's hips and shoved a thick pillow beneath them, then tied a scarf to each ankle, and then secured them to the bedposts, spread wide apart. She knelt on the bed, between Anne's spread legs, her knees pressed up against the pillow supporting the girl's hips. "Give me your hands." When Anne thrust her hands behind her back, Brynna put them together, the front of one wrist against the back of the other so that they were straight horizontal, then wrapped the belt around them several times before pulling it through the buckle and fastening it.
Pressing a knee up against Anne's cunt, Brynna shoved the girl forward as far as she could, one hand pressed against her bound wrists. The smaller girl let out an involuntary whimper, but didn't resist.
"Good girl. Stay just like that." Carefully, Brynna stepped off of the bed. She pulled her shirt off first, tossing it vaguely at the desk. The dark coral nipples on her large, round breasts were hard and crinkled as she looked at the girl laying bound on her bed. She smiled, then slid her shorts down her legs and stepped out of them. Still holding them, she sat on the bed by Anne's head. "See how wet you made me, little slut? How much you turn me on?" As she was talking, she was carefully folding the fabric into thin strip, with the wet crotch outermost. "I loved hurting you. I nearly came in my pants. I might have, if it'd gone on much longer. Or if I could have let you scream..." She shuddered, then whispered, "I'm looking forward to the first time I can hear you screaming. But for now... open your mouth."
Brynna shoved the wet shorts inside, then wrapped the last scarf around them to hold the makeshift gag in place. "There. Do you like that, pet? Does my little whore like her mouth filled with the taste of my cunt?"
"Good girl. That should take care of any sound problems," Brynna said. "Now you can just let go, and not have to worry about it. I'm going to hurt you more now. Until I just can't stand it anymore. And then, when I just can't take another minute of watching you squirm, I'm going to fuck your face until I can't come anymore." She smiled sweetly. "Any objections?"
Brynna bent over and kissed her cheek, right above the damp gag, then crawled back on the bed behind her. She grabbed the knotted leather belt again, but didn't double it over this time. Instead, she held it about a foot from the end and, without warning, slashed the beaded end down on Anne's ass, hard. It spread, the twelve tails striking in a wide area.
Anne screamed, the gag muffling the noise, and arched her back, pressing her hips into the bed in a futile attempt to get away from the pain.
Her hips twitched involuntarily, and Brynna moaned. "Oh god yes. Ohhh fuck..." She brought the tail of the belt down again, whistling through the air, the beads spreading in a perfect half-circle across the top of Anne's ass. Already, the red spots from the last strike were darkening into bruises.
Anne screamed against the gag again, writhing briefly before Brynna put one hand firmly against her bound wrists, pressing down and holding her still as she struck again, against the side of her hip this time, making her jerk against the bonds. Brynna moved for the next strike, though, sliding over and straddling Anne's thigh, pressing her wet cunt against the soft, bare skin and moaning as she lashed the makeshift flogger across the softest part of Anne's ass, slipping her own knee up against the girl's cunt, hard.
Brynna whimpered, pressing her cunt hard against Anne's leg. "Ohhh yes... I want... I want to..." She shuddered, then yanked herself away, too close to the edge of coming to hold that position. Breathing hard, she knelt between the girl's legs for a moment, then carefully moved over her legs to the left. She doubled up the belt again with shaking hands. "I want to whip your little pussy," she whispered, running her free hand gently over Anne's ass.
Anne went very still, freezing motionless for several long seconds, and then, very slowly, began wriggling so that she could spread her legs, giving Brynna better access.
"Ooooh god... good girl. Good little slut. You're going to make me come so hard..." Brynna lay her left hand lightly on Anne's lower back, then took aim with the right. "Ready pet? On three... one... two... three!" She brought the belt down and swung it up between Anne's legs... not as hard as before, but hard enough that the stiff leather and hard beads slammed into the tender flesh with an explosion of pain unlike anything else she'd felt that night.
Anne screamed, writhing, trying to close her legs, but Brynna's hand on her back and the scarves binding her legs held her. Brynna groaned, and brought the belt down between her legs again, harder, and she stiffened, her body spasming against the pain, the intensity of it totally impossible to process. While she was still stiff, frozen, Brynna drew back her hand once more, bringing the leather up between her legs, one of the beaded knots slamming against her clit, and suddenly Anne convulsed wildly, her eyes flying open wide, screaming into the gag, her chest flushing bright red as she came, yanking hard against the bindings as she twisted to the side, her little body impossibly convoluted.
Brynna stared. Shocked, amazed, and more turned on than she ever thought possible. She dropped the belt and reached for Anne, yanking the scarf over her head and the gag out of her mouth as she fell to the bed on her side. She pulled the girl's head between her legs even as she wrapped her other arm around Anne's hips and yanked her down to her mouth.
Anne's licking was erratic, at first, but enthusiastic, licking around Brynna's clit, then down to the opening of her cunt, then back up. Brynna groaned, grinding her hips up into the girl's mouth, one hand buried in her hair, the other digging into her hips as she borrowed between the spread legs, licking hungrily at the little twitching cunt, shoving her tongue against the opening, fucking it with the tip. She was so close to coming it hurt, and she knew that she was going to scream when she crossed that edge.
Brynna spread her legs wide, fucking up against Anne's face as she sucked the girl's clit into her mouth. She moaned desperately, whimpering against the wet cunt, then stiffened, her body freezing as Anne wriggled lower. She let out a little shocked scream, then buried her face against Anne's cunt as her hips bucked, hard, and she screamed again, muffling it against the girl's wet, twitching cunt. Even as she came, writhing against the bed, Anne's little tongue never left her asshole, just kept licking and teasing at it, the little tip pressing gently against the center. Brynna sobbed, out of her mind with pleasure, her hand on Anne's hip holding bruisingly tight, her mouth sucking hungrily at the girl's cunt.
Anne stiffened in turn, coming against Brynna's mouth, legs going straight and stiff as she pressed her cunt against her Mistress's face.
Brynna jerked and twitched as she came down, gradually, still holding Anne's little cunt to her face and pressing her tongue firmly against the slippery clit. She let the girl lick her as long as she could stand, then pulled her head up by the hair, shivering and moaning as that drug the soft mouth over her too-sensitive clit, and closed her legs, turning so she could devote all of her attention to licking the wide-spread cunt above her face.
Anne came repeatedly as Brynna licked her, one orgasm after another, so close together that it was almost impossible to say where one ended and the next began. Finally, after several minutes, she fell limp, quivering everytime Brynna's tongue swept over her clit but unable to move otherwise.
Brynna ran her tongue over the quivering flesh once more, then wriggled out from beneath her and reached for her ankles to untie them. It took her a bit to work the knots loose... she'd tied them in a way that she'd learned online as 'easy release', but it was meant to work with rope, not gauzy scarves, so it was harder than it would have been... but not as hard as if she'd tied a normal knot, thankfully. Finally, she got Anne's little feet loose, and spent a moment to massage the red marks on the tiny ankles, kissing each one before reaching for the belt holding her wrists together. That was easier, since it was just a matter of unfastening then unwrapping it, and she soon had the girl loose and was pulling her into her arms as she collapsed back against the pillows.
Anne was still quivering every few seconds as aftershocks swept through her, unable to speak or move except to attempt to press as much of her body against Brynna as possible.
Brynna was quite content to lay there silently. She pulled Anne all the way on top of her and wrapped a leg over hers, holding her securely, and stroked her back and hair.
Slowly Anne calmed, resting her head on Brynna's shoulder, apparently content to simply lay there even after the last of the spasms had passed.
Suddenly a touch nervous, now that she'd come all the way down, Brynna reached for her chin, tilting it up so she could look at her face. "You okay, sweetheart? Is everything... all right?"
Brynna caressed her cheek tenderly. "I don't know. But it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," she whispered.
Brynna shuddered, tightening her arms around her. "God I hope so! I... that was... oh god." She lay her cheek against Anne's hair, still shivering.
Anne licked her lips. "I'm... sore. Really sore. I'm going to have trouble sitting for a few days, I think."
"Oh little love, I'm sorry," Brynna said, holding her close. "Next time, I'll be more careful. I just haven't learned where I need to stop yet."
"Oh god... that's so sweet..." Brynna's voice was tight. She pulled Anne up where she could kiss her. "You're so precious! I don't know what I did to deserve this."
"I... No matter how this started," Brynna said, "It's... worth it. I'm still sorry that it was like that, that you didn't have a chance to consent, but... I'm so glad you were... well... you. That you were determined enough that I couldn't just push you away for your own good." She bit her lip. "I'm still not sure this is the right thing, ethically speaking, for me to do. But... it's not the wrong thing, either, and I think it's the only thing I can do. I know it is, now. I don't think I could give you up if I tried, not now. Not after that. I'd rather walk off a building."
"Honestly..." Brynna's voice was barely even a whisper, "Honestly, I... don't think I would have ever asked. Even if I had, it wouldn't have been... for this. I never would have even dreamed it would be possible. Even if we were together, I would have probably tried to hide these parts of me, at least for a long time."
"And if you'd asked, I don't think I'd have said yes," Anne replied equally quietly. "I had no idea that I needed this."
Brynna tightened her arms around her. "It's so good. I just wish... do you really think you did need it, before you had it? I know I wanted it, but you said yourself you were happy enough, no problems with self-esteem or anything... was there really something missing that this fills? If I could just know that, I don't think the way we started would bother me anymore. If I could just be sure it was a shortcut, or a way to get us where we needed to be without our prejudices getting in the way. "
"I think I did," Anne said. "Remember... I couldn't come. Not once. And now...." She shivered, remembering.
Brynna licked her lips. "You... have a point there. God, that was so fucking hot! And baby... I didn't have any trouble coming, but... it was never like that! I've never just... totally let go before. I've always been so careful to be still, and quiet, and it wasn't even a problem until that first night and then I wanted to scream so bad... and it's better now. Much."