Not a Relaxing Weekend Ch. 03

Emily’s slow drift out of slumber was cut short by the fact that even though her eyes could open, it was still completely dark. Coming to consciousness with a jolt, she tried to rub her eyes, but found herself unable to do so, as her hands were held in their position. A brief bout of panic set in until she realized what had happened. There was no danger; she had done this to herself. She took a deep breath of relief and felt her mouth was dry. The tied up girl then felt the intruders buzzing away inside and on her most sensitive area and wondered how long she had been asleep for. She could still feel the sunshine on her body and the slight breeze so it couldn’t have been long. That thought though threatened to melt away as the vibrations at her crotch were quickly bringing her to her boiling point. Grabbing hold of her restraints, she was ready to fight for this orgasm. She should probably have to cut herself out afterwards, drink some water and get out of the sun. She could keep playing inside. Oh this weekend was going to be so good…!

The tormented girl strained and moaned and arched her back and clamped down and… and…. and… nothing. The vibes cut out just as soon as she was getting close to the top of that wave that was roiling inside of her. She slumped down, her heart racing, short of breath, her breasts heaving and wobbling softly on her chest with each breath. Each and every one of those deep breaths driving the dryness of her mouth further and further down her throat. Emily decided enough was enough; it was time to get out of…

And then the vibrators kicked back on. Instantly she found herself struggling to grip her bonds and ease the tidal wave out of her body again. Closer and closer she was brought, the vibrators seeming to rise in speed along with the long awaited orgasm that was building inside of her. She was reaching the precipice so quickly now, almost there, so close, she danced along the blades’ edge, trying to tip over, so close, so close. It was maddening, now that she was there, that she had been brought there so many times, it was harder to reach the point of no return. She would have screamed out in frustration if she wasn’t biting down on her lips, the sweet torture of her small tormentors better than anything she had felt before. So close, so close. There it was! She could feel it beginning to arc and crash and…

“Fuck!”

The vibrators went dead just quick enough for the wave to fall back, leaving her with the frustration of denial. Her loins were on fire, sweat beads now running down her sides, between her toned thighs, down her breasts which were dancing to the tune of her chest struggling to fill with oxygen. It was too much, too much. She needed that release, right now. Emily started to shift her body around to allow a bit more slack to her right hand, giving herself some room to search for her out, the pair of scissors next to her. She was furiously searching for her only key to freedom when the vibrators kicked into high gear again.

“Aaaah, give me a break!”

All muscle control was lost from her body, as if it was trying to get to that sweet release no matter the cost. The naked girl began trembling in the throes of pleasure yet again, but her mind raced.

It was simply too soon. Too soon for her vibes to have been activated again. It was the same with the previous bout, but she had written it up, if at all, to the randomness of the timers. Or she simply hadn’t cared enough. Regardless, had something gone wrong with the app? Or the vibrators themselves maybe? The only thing Emily knew for sure was that she had to get out of her bondage, now to assess the potential problem as well. But it was really difficult for her to focus on the task at hand, what with her mechanical tormentors driving her nearly insane with their incessant teasing. A soft but strained moan escaped the tied up girls’ lips as she strained against her own body to search around her right hand. She patted around the soft beach towel and on the grass surrounding it. This was where she had left them… Refusing to let panic set in, she searched around again. She must have simply pushed them away or placed them a bit farther away than she remembered.

“Where the fuck is it!?” She simply had to.

It was too terrifying a thought that she had misplaced her only escape. But after the third search around her, the tied up girl slumped back onto her back and the now damp towel beneath her. It was too difficult to think with her toys forcing her to reach the tipping point yet again. Emily would have imagined that with the panic almost setting in and the frantic searching, reaching a climax would have been impossible. And it still might have been under normal circumstances, but after a week’s worth of denial, plus the day up until now, her body was too sensitive, too eager to unleash all the pent up energy inside of her. Her thoughts became jumbled up again. If she could only orgasm right now, she would have enough clarity to figure out her situation. So she rode the wave again, holding on tight to her bondage, biting down on her lips, but still, small frustrated moans escaped them. She writhed and fought and struggled and tensed up all her muscles, all for that sweet release that was coming, coming….coming….

A frustrated cry of gibberish was all Emily mustered as the vibrators went dead again, leaving her in agony. She didn’t care if anyone heard; maybe it would even be best if someone were to find her. Then at least, she could get some sweet release! …And some water… What was she thinking? She shook the thoughts away. It was time now that she had a few minutes of clear thinking to find the scissors. Turning her head to the side, Emily tried to rub her blindfold off on the towel. But try as she might, there simply wasn’t enough friction. She gave up on removing the blindfold, instead trying to feel around her with her body. Maybe…

The buzzing between her legs sent her into frenzy, the settings obviously turned to max and her sensitive areas almost hurting with the vibrations. Emily let out a yelp as her body went taut again. She hadn’t set them to max, never, not since the first and last painful time she used that setting. Something was definitely wrong here. But the vibrations kept going, and the helpless girl could do nothing but hold on and wait for her torment to stop. Slowly though, the painful sensation in her loins turned to pleasure, her body searching so hard for that release that it used anything it could. And just when Emily thought she might actually manage to get somewhere with this, the tormentors went silent. She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in, her muscles relaxing a bit. She was in the midst of taking a deep breath when they fired up again on maximum. Her breath cut short, she let out a half-choked, muffled scream, her throat too parched to let out anything stronger. Before she could compose herself though, the vibrations stopped again.

Again and again, the vibrators were turned on at maximum strength and turned off a few seconds later. Emily was writhing in her bonds, unable to stop the waves of pain and pleasure washing over her. In the chaos that was her thoughts, there was only one thing she was sure of. Someone was controlling this; someone was doing this on purpose! And that someone had taken away her only escape…

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Casually seated on the shaded porch, one knee over the other and sipping her cool water, Miranda enjoyed the sight of the girl writhing in the garden, enthralled by the amount of struggle, sweat and cute little yelps the latter emanated. It seemed Emily had realized something was wrong when she couldn’t find her scissors and Miranda had confirmed it for her by simply pushing both the vibes to their max setting. Slowly, she had figured out how long Emily needed to reach the precipice of orgasm, as she went still for a few seconds before she crossed it, and had shut the invaders down each time without fail. Setting the timer to switch off well before that point, Miranda had let the phone sit beside her and enjoyed the view. Emily had struggled and yelped, fighting against her bonds and her body, the latter now drenched in sweat, her voice low.

“…P-please…please…please s-stop! Please…I-I can’t…t-t-take it…any m-more!” the tied up girl slowly rasped between struggles, her voice gravelly. “Plea-please… please I-I need so-some water… and it hu-hurts!”

Miranda enjoyed the begging as she contemplated what to do.

-Option C: Give her what she needs, but don’t let her go just yet.

“Please! I kno-know you’re there!” Emily begged.

The blonde slowly stood up, noting the intense wet feeling in-between her thighs. Her underwear were probably completely soaked by now. This was just so exciting! She grabbed a water bottle from beside her and gingerly made towards the pleading, naked girl. Before a new wave of begging began, Miranda lowered the settings on the toys to the lowest setting; just enough to remind her perverted little captive of their existence. A sigh of relief escaped the latter’s lips, and then a shiver ran down her spine.

“Th-thank you! Could you… maybe… also help me out of this?”

Leaning over, Miranda nudged her now captive’s chin with the bottom end of the water bottle. She had no intention of letting Emily go just yet, but she couldn’t let her die of thirst either. The bound girl seemed confused for a moment or two, but then slowly half-opened her mouth and lifted her head. Miranda popped the cap from the bottle and poured some of its content down the others throat. Repeating the process for a few gulps, Emily let out a small moan, signaling she’d had enough.

“Augh, thank you. I thought I would have died of thirst here…” she trailed off, a deep red blush forming rapidly on her cheeks. “Um, I know how this looks… but uh… I’d really like to get out… so…”