Miranda stayed silent as she reached in her pocket for one of the items she had pilfered upstairs.
“Oh, I know, I’m wearing headphones! That’s why I can’t hear you! Wait, I-” she stopped when her unknown watcher nudged her yet again with the water bottle.
As Emily opened her mouth obediently yet again, albeit in slight confusion, Miranda slammed home the ball gag she had picked up. Before her captive could even flinch she reached around and cinched it tight. Strands of chocolate colored hair were caught between the straps and cheeks, but it would do for now. The bound girl, reeling from surprise, began complaining behind her gag, the sound of her garbled speech making Miranda weak at the knees. She adored those sounds so much!
Taking a step back, she dumped the rest of the still cold water on top of her captives’ chest and crotch. A muffled scream echoed in the small garden, accompanied by the creaking of the ropes straining to keep the athletic girl stretched out. Her body went taught, as did her nipples from the sudden chill, standing at attention on top of the quivering soft flesh that was her breasts. The blonde took that opportunity to adorn her captive with the other item from her pocket; a pair of nipple clamps. The bound girl squealed at the sudden pressure, shaking her head violently no! Miranda ignored her, instead tapping away at the phone. Soon enough, the squeals turned to mewls and moans as the vibrators slowly brought Emily back to the previous, near-orgasmic state.
By now, the bully was breathing heavily, her own state not that far off from the auburn beauty struggling in front of her. Reaching a hand down the front of her jeans she felt an incredulous amount of wetness. Her panties had begun soaking through and if she wanted a clean pair of pants to wear later, well… In the process of kicking off her shoes, she noticed the discarded bag in the corner again. The thought occurred she hadn’t searched through that one, not yet at least. Stepping out of her slightly moist jeans, Miranda grabbed the bag and headed for the porch. Pants and moans intermixed with disappointed whines and muffled begging now flooded the garden as the vibrators tirelessly worked over the tormented girl. It made focusing on anything else very hard for Miranda.
Tossing her pants to one of the chairs, she sat at the edge of the porch, keeping her captive in full view as she opened the bag. A few books and notebooks along with a change of clothes; and something packed in paper towels. Nothing of real interest, except… A packed snack, Miranda thought. No, no too small and… oddly shaped. Curiosity got the better of her and she began unpacking the thing. Her fingers touched something soft, rubbery and slightly slippery. Wha… oh! The realization hit her like a gut-punch. She stared at the toy in her hands for a few moments, the gears of her mind nearly audible from exertion. Her eyes wandered over to the squirming frame of the bound girl, then back to the plug. So, this was the reason the up and coming team captain had taken such a bad tumble earlier today. What on earth had possessed her to play with this inside her, Miranda wondered.
The reveal of it all was a bit too much for her, as the bully could now no longer resist the onset of burning desire building in her loins. Hooking two fingers on either side of them, she nearly ripped off her panties, tossing them off somewhere. She didn’t really care at this point. Reaching with expert fingers, she found her own sweet spot and set about granting herself the release Emily had needed for a long time. Listening to the sounds of begging and moaning from the struggling, panting girl bound by her own hand, Miranda found her other hand reaching underneath her shirt and bra, fingers twirling around her nipple as the palm kneaded the soft breast that hosted it. It didn’t take long, what with the visual and auditory experience she was having, not to mention the immense, nearly sinister feeling of power that flooded her heart. She bit her lips as the explosive climax rocked her body, trying to keep any sound from escaping. Even in this state, she tried desperately not to let the other know who the holder of her freedom was.
Before the first one had even subsided, her fingers had already begun working for a second orgasm, as if on a mind of their own. In what little conscious thought she could muster, she tried stopping as she knew another one would be harder to achieve, and yet, she tried. She kept fondling herself with the other hand, yearning somewhere deep down to reach over and touch the bound girl instead. But that would require her getting up close, which she didn’t particularly feel like doing at the moment. Instead, she kept rubbing and flicking, pinching and rolling until eventually, she neared the edge. A sudden burst of incoherent, garbled mumbling from the restricted robust girl sent shivers up Miranda’s spine, forming the final push needed. A cry of pleasure escaped behind gritted teeth as she fell back, the waves of pleasure running like honey across her body.
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Whoever her assailant was, they had proven to be cruel already. Yes, they gave her water, but then tricked her into a ball gag, not to mention the cold shower or the clamps. Well, maybe she didn’t mind the gag and clamps so much, but that was beside the point! They had taken her escape away, along with her ability to speak and the control of her vibrators obviously. Emily couldn’t even begin to wonder what other things they had done while she wasn’t awake. How long had they been there, just watching her?
Somewhere deep, deep down the true feeling of helplessness stoked the already red-hot fires of her desire, but it wasn’t the time. This was a serious problem and she couldn’t give in to those feelings. Even if they hadn’t hurt her yet, who’s to say they wouldn’t do so later, or rob her blind, or even leave her here until her parents came home? Dread flooded her mind, as she tried to bargain, beg and plead. All efforts were for naught though, her gag made it impossible for any coherent speech. She kept at it anyway, too stubborn to simply give up.
All until the vibes kicked back up to their previous speed. No! Not again, she protested. Testing her bonds for the umpteenth time, she found them as unforgiving as ever. She refused to give in, but there was nothing she could do now. Pretty soon, much sooner than she would’ve liked for the situation she was in, Emily’s thoughts melded away, becoming jumbled as her weary body tried to reach relief. But there was none to be found. The same pattern of denial had been set into her infernal tormentors, an inescapable, unending ride on waves of pleasure that would never crash. Try as she might, she simply couldn’t reach it, but try she did. As before, she clamped down on tired muscles, pulled on her ropes with all her might, tried to find friction where none could be found. She bit down hard on her gag, as her sensitive, clamped nubs were flung about with every sudden movement, yet she couldn’t help herself. Time and time again, she was denied.
Emily couldn’t even think. In brief moments of clarity, she tried to remove her blindfold or her earplugs by force, to no avail. She merely managed to frustrate herself more. This was inescapable. She had made sure of it. And now, someone had taken things outside of her control. How did this even happen? Was someone here all along? Was she followed? All the doors were… No, not all of them were locked. She had forgotten to lock the gate! Stupid, so fucking stupid! She had made such a mess of things, again! In a bout of uncontrolled fury and frustration, driven mad by the incessant buzz of her own toys, she began cursing at herself as loudly as she could, straining against the ropes. She fought as violently as she could and for a brief moment, she thought she might just faint. Forcing herself to relax, as much as that was possible, she prepared mentally for all that was to come. There was nothing else she could do after all…
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Breathing hard, Miranda slowly opened her eyes. Strands of blond hair obscured her vision while her right hand trembled from exertion. Slowly picking herself back up, she noted the disheveled condition of her clothing, or what remained of it. Wiping her hands on her thighs, she set about re-arranging her bra and t-shirt. Emily showed no sign of having heard her previous outcry or being anywhere near escaping her bonds; or cumming, for that matter. Still basking in the afterglow of satisfaction, she found herself wondering how long her pervy little captive had been denied. Definitely since she arrived, but the current settings on the app were not far off from how she’d found them. Maybe that was the plan all along? Well, they always say to be careful what you wish for.
Having the clarity of post-climax, Miranda began thinking about the situation she found herself in. There was a very naked, very tied up, very hot, very bothered and very, very much under her control Emily in front of her. She’d originally come over in the hopes of garnering peace while working out whether her teammate was an unannounced carpet-muncher. But only as ammunition to be used for her incessant ‘teasing’, of course! There was absolutely no other reason she wanted to know, she assured herself! However, she had discovered a LOT more than that. She had the pictures yes, but she didn’t yet know if she really wanted to come out with all of it. It was perhaps better to keep this all for her own benefit. No harm could come, to her at least, from having all of this ‘dirt’ on Emily.
Somewhere deep down though, Miranda already knew she didn’t want to tell a soul. This was a perfect situation for her. She could finally see to satisfying her dominant urges, along with other, more… subtle urges at the same time. There was an abundance of time and toys to try out, along with a test subject to use them on. Speaking of which, she thought, perhaps it’s time for a change.
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