“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Fuck! Oh shit….ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Harry pumps his seed into me, again and again. He holds me by the belly rope as he pumps, until he’s empty.
“Are you mine?”
“Mmmmmmmmmm!” I nod.
“Let me hear you say it!”
“N hmmnng phn mnn!”
“Again!”
“N hmmnng phn mnn!”
“Heh, heh, mmmmmm!” He slaps my ass and rubs it. “I think for now, I’ll let you entertain us and hop around awhile.”
“Hmmmmmm?”
He binds my thighs and ankles together and pulls me into a standing position. Hill is still tied to the bed, watching.
“Come on Becky,” Harry has gotten dressed and pulls Becky up. “Let’s watch our little subs struggle for freedom.”
“I like that,” Becky says. She stands up and goes over to the camera.
“Hmmmmmm? Nnphnm mm! Nnphnm nph!” I say.
“Better yet,” Harry says, “let’s leave them alone for a bit. Maybe they’ll work together and get free.”
He grabs Becky’s ass.
“Mmmmmmm!” Jill cries out.
“We’ll be back,” she calls as they leave the warehouse studio. I hear the door close.
“Nmmmmmmmmmmm!” I scream. I hop over to the bed and sit down. Jill motions with her head. I scoot up towards her hands.
“N cnn’ph fmmm phhm hnnphph!” she says.
“Hmmmmmmm?” I wriggle my hands at her. She shakes her head. I feel for her knots. I can’t really get a grip on the rope!
“Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!” She wriggles her jaw. I try to find the piece that will unravel her gag, but again, I can’t find it!
“Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!” I shake my head.
“Mmmmmmmmmm!” she groans.
“Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!” I start to hop towards the door. My breasts jiggle every time I land. The crotch rope also gets tight. “Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!”
I reach the barred door and push on it. It’s locked! So we truly are trapped in here until…they come back. I hop back to Jill.
“Hmmmmmmm?” she says.
“PHhm nnnr nph mnchmn! N cnn’ph gmph nnph!” I gesture with my head toward the door and shake it. I sit down on the bed. Oh man, this crotch rope is driving me insane!
“Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!” Jill thrusts her pelvis at me and wriggles her hands.
“Hmmmmm?”
She gestures with her hands for me to scoot up on the bed. I do, and she yanks my crotch rope.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm!” I squeal. Suddenly, I understand. I stand up and begin to grind her hand. “Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm!” Suddenly, I explode on her fingers, “Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!” I thrust my chest out and grind deeper into her touch until the wave subsides. Then I turn to her.
“Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!” She gestures to the vibrator. I have enough momentum in my fingers to turn it on. I manage to hold it against Jill’s pussy.
“Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!” She begins to thrust hard. I push it down as much as I can. She grinds and moans and grinds until she explodes too. I lay down beside her.
“Mmmmmmm,” Jill angles her head towards me. We kiss each other’s taped lips.
“Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm,” I rub my head against her breasts.
“Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm,” she moans. I begin giving her gagged kisses down her chest and belly. When I get to her pussy, I begin to rub my nose on her clit and my chin against her.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” she groans. She’s loving this! I rub my chin back and forth. Jill can hardly contain herself. I rub my chin in a circle on her pussy. She is grinding and groaning. The smell of arousal fills the space.
“Hmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!” Jill’s pussy begins to contract again. I raise my head and look at her. I scoot up on the bed again. Once again, we exchange gagged kisses. I look at her lovingly, and she at me. I sit up and turn to face her.
“Cnn mnn nn n hmmmm rnmm?” she asks.
“Hmmmmmm?”
She breathes in and out quickly, making her stomach expand and contract.
“Mmmmmmmm,” I nod. I stand up and do a downward belly roll.
“Mmmmmmm!” Jill gestures up with her head. I reverse the move, pulling my belly in from the bottom and pushing it up and over the rope. “Mmmmmm,” she moves her head down. I do another downward one. “Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm,” she moves her head up and down.
“I see you two are getting on well!” Harry and Becky return. Finally, we are released. They have brought food for us! Before I eat, Harry takes me into his arms.
“Alicia, I meant what I said. I don’t want any other woman. I want you. Are you mine?”
“Yes, Harry, I am yours! I am yours…I am….”
“Miss? Miss?”
A hand on my shoulder shakes me awake.
“Huh? What…what’s going on?”
I look up and see a student worker standing over me.
“We’re closing in ten minutes. If you want to check anything out, now is the time.”
“Check out?” I whip my head around. I’m surrounded by shelves and shelves of books. I’m in the university library! I…was I asleep? I look down at the stack of books beside me.
Feminism and female submission, A unique perspective, reads the book below me. Oh my God!
I had dreamed it all? Being tied up by my professor, being kidnapped, made to service two lesbian jewel thieves, the convention, the photo shoot, all of it?
“Ten minutes until closing time,” the librarian announces. Last call for checkout!”
I grab my school things and shove them into my cross bag. I grab my purse and the library books and make a beeline for the counter. The young man checks me out. He’s kind of cute, dark hair, glasses, a little taller than I am, but built.
“Major paper due?” he asks as he scans my books one by one.
“Oh, yeah. I guess I got a little glassy eyed when I was reading.”
He chuckles. “You aren’t the first person to fall asleep in the library. Student ID?”
“Sure.” I fish it out of the little rubber holder that acts as a mini wallet that’s stuck to the back of my cell phone. He takes it from me and scans it.
“There you are, Alicia. All set.”
When he’s giving it back to me, our hands touch for a brief moment. We pause. I can feel my face getting hot.
“Thank you.” I take the card back, finally.
“Here are your books. Good luck on that paper.”
“Thanks.”
“Alicia?” he calls out.
“Yes?”
“Uh, if you give me about five minutes, I’ll walk you back to your dorm. It’s uh, getting kind of late.”
“I don’t walk with strange men.”
“I’m not a stranger. Well, not technically. You don’t know who I am?”
“Should I?”
He takes off his glasses. “Do you know me now?”
“John? You’re in Professor Benjamin’s class, aren’t you? You’re the um…well…”
“Resident genius?” he chuckles and puts his glasses back on his face. “It’s okay. I’m used to it now. I use it to my advantage to tutor students. Now, is it alright for me to walk you?”
“S…sure.”
I am the last student of the night. A few young ladies walk past me, giggling about something on somebody’s phone. John shuts down the computers and the librarian turns off the lights.
“You have a good night, John.” She nods to me. “Goodnight young lady. You’re in good hands with him.”
John holds open the door for us. As we leave, he locks the door.
“So…uh,” John says shyly, “those were some interesting books you were reading.”
“Oh, it’s um…for my paper.”
“What’s your topic?”
“Feminism and the modern woman.”
“Interesting. I’m sure you’ll get a good grade.”
“Well, the truth is, I’ve been struggling a lot, especially in Professor Benjamin’s class. I could really use some help.”
“Really? Could we discuss it in the morning, say over coffee?”
I smile.
“I’d like that.”
Up ahead, we see two girls walking arm in arm. I blink. Jill and Becky? It couldn’t be!
“Excuse me,” the black girl says, “I’m afraid we’re lost. Can you all direct us to Laramie Hall?”
My heart nearly pounds out of my chest. It’s Becky’s voice!
“Oh, you’re almost there, actually,” John says. “Just go down that way, turn left, and you’ll run right into it,” he points down the street.
“Thanks, friend.” The young woman smiled at John and disappears into the night with her friend.
“Alicia? You okay? You look a little pale.”
“Huh? Oh, I um…just thought I knew those girls from somewhere. I guess I don’t after all.”
“It’s a big school. You probably just ran into them somewhere along the way.”
“Right,” I chuckle nervously.
If only he knew.
I will never tell.
The End
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