How could she have let this happen to her, Katrin thought to herself, struggling with the ties again and remembering just how easy she’d been to snare. But how could she have even suspected the set-up?
She’d met Alicia and Kat (and yes, they’d laughed at the name similarity, with Alicia suggesting mischievously that they should call themselves Kat1 and Kat2) just a few weeks earlier and hit it off right away. They were both a few years younger than she was, and both just oozed sexiness. The kind of girls she’d be into if she were into girls, she’d thought. Katrin remembered, too, how, after possibly a glass too many of SB, she’d confessed to them her secret fantasy of being tied up and tickled by a bunch of girls. Well, that fantasy was coming true now whether she liked it or not.
“Hey, Katrin, come over and hang out”, Alicia had said on the phone. “There’s a game we want to play – you’re gonna love it!”
She had barely been through the door when they’d jumped her. They were both athletic girls, bigger than she was, so she didn’t have a chance really. They’d put cuffs on her and dragged her to a low table, pushing her down on it. They had her trussed up in minutes, hands stretched behind her head, her thighs splayed apart.
“I hope you’re not too attached to what you’re wearing, Katrin,” Alicia giggled, holding up a pair of scissors.
“No, please, come on guys, Don’t do this!” she begged. “Good joke though! Now let me go.”
“But sweetie, it’s your fantasy. We’re just making it come alive for you!”
Katrin flinched as she felt the cold scissors against her tummy, snip, snip, cutting open her t-shirt. Snip, snip, cutting open her shorts. Peeling her clothes away, like unwrapping a present. She was down to her flimsy, white cotton bra and panties in no time. Already vulnerable. She closed her eyes in resignation. No point struggling any more.
Snip, and her breasts were bare. Feeling her nipples getting harder.
Snip, snip, and she was naked. Getting wet.
She opened her eyes to see Kat and Alicia ogling her.
“Isn’t she so cute! Let’s stretch her thighs wider, though, so we can really see her pretty little kitty better, all pink and dewy!”
Katrin blushed. They could see how turned on she was already, then. Just the thought of being completely naked and helpless in front of them. Feeling their eyes examining her. They could see just how hard her nipples were by now, too.
She gasped as Kat leaned forward and licked her down there, running her tongue along Katrin’s slit.
“Mmm, juicy!” the blonde girl giggled. “You should give her a lick, too, Alicia.”
Katrin felt fingers spreading her open. Alicia pushed a hand under her, and she gasped again as she felt fingers tickling around her asshole. The girls laughed.
“We really should put a butt-plug up there,” Kat giggled.
The next – how long was it, really? It felt like forever to Katrin – was delicious torment. Kat started at the soles of her feet and worked her way upwards. Alicia began with her armpits and worked her way down her sides. Their hands seemed everywhere – digging, probing, stroking. They knew exactly how to play her body.
Katrin squirmed and twisted, she begged and she screamed – until they stuffed the cut up remains of her panties into her mouth to keep her quiet. They were relentless, reducing her slowly into a pool of sweaty, panting, glowing loveliness. She felt as if her entire body was one hot zone of sensitivity, every bit of her aching to be tormented.
They stopped, eventually, to admire their handiwork. Katrin glared at them.
“Right then,” said Alicia brightly, “I’ll just give Dylan a call, tell him to come over. We’ve got a little present for him!”
Katrin devoutly prayed that a hole would open in the world so that she could fall through it. Not Dylan.
A present
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Re: A present
I must say, I preferred chwipiwr's first part to the story a lot more than your 'next part'. I may be being unfair, but they just seemed to put more effort in.
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Re: A present
What had Alicia meant, they had a present for him? Dylan wondered as he walked across town towards their apartment. He didn’t know Alicia and Kat very well, after all, so it was very sweet of them, whatever it was. He was glad Katrin had introduced them a few days earlier. He wondered if she’d be there too? He had a huge (and, he thought, secret) crush on Katrin, which he’d never admitted. Dylan was just happy she was prepared to give a gawky nerd like him any head space at all!
He ran the doorbell nervously and heard Kat’s cheery, “come right in, Dylan,” on the intercom.
“We’re in here,” called Alicia from an open door. He walked into the room.
It took Dylan a second to make sense of what he was seeing. Alicia and Kat were both naked, except for a pair of white panties each. Katrin was there – and she was entirely naked, securely tied to a low table in the middle of the room. Her thighs were spread as widely and obscenely open as it was possible to imagine, and he was staring straight at the pussy of his dreams. She was completely exposed and vulnerable down there, her delicious coral pink wetness fully on display. Her clit was hard, he noticed.
Dragging his eyes away from her slit and the trim little bush of fuzz around it, he looked further up her glistening body at her pale cream breasts, topped by nipples exactly the same coral shade, pointing straight up at heaven. She was staring straight at him, her face beet red, and she was gurgling through the white cloth (her panties, he realized) in her mouth. Her eyes were pleading.
“How do you like your present, Dylan?” purred Alicia.
He stared at her. “What the fuck ,,,,” he started.
“We’re playing a tickling game, silly. We thought you might like to join in!”
Dylan relaxed a little. If it was a game, then maybe Katrin was fine with all this? He looked at her flushed face again. Her eyes were certainly saying something. He didn’t know what, though.
“We want you to take care of her down there,” said Kat, gesturing. “We’ll work over the rest of her.”
“You can lick, kiss, nibble as much as you like,” grinned Alicia, “but don’t let her come. That’s against the rules. We see her orgasm, buddy, and next thing you’re tied up naked next to her.”
Dylan was almost tempted by that prospect. The thought of Katrin and him, naked and helpless together, being tormented by two sexy girls, was a pretty hot one. His hard-on was almost bursting out of his jeans by this stage.
Wordlessly, he got down on his knees between Katrin’s splayed thighs. He ran his tongue tentatively along her slit, tasting her. He felt her push herself towards him. He started gently sucking her clit.
As he nibbled, Kat and Alicia tickled, tormenting Katrin’s flailing body with everything they had. Not one single inch of her sweat-covered body escaped their attention. Her feet, her flanks, her inner thighs, her throat, her nipples (especially her nipples) were teased and tortured. Again. And again.
Dylan sensed the increasing urgency with which Katrin was grinding her pussy into his face. She was on the verge of coming. He pulled back just in time. Katrin gurgled into her panties.
“Good boy!” said Alicia. “Now let’s see what she makes of these.”
She held up a weird contraption for Dylan’s inspection – what looked like two little transparent rubber cups with a tiny vibrator at each end, and some tubes leading to a pump.
The cups went over Katrin’s nipples, of course, and the pump pulled and teased at them – turning them even more into little hot beacons of sensation than they were already. And the vibrators? Well, they vibrated, obviously.
Katrin went wild.
She was desperately trying to get loose, now, throwing her body around as much as the ties would let her. She was a sensuous pool of sweat, now, entirely at their mercy. Not that they had any, as they carried on working over every bit of her anatomy.
Kat turned the thing off at last, and gently prised the sodden panties out of Katrin’s mouth.
“Shall we give you a little break, sweetie?”
Katrin heaved a shuddering breath. She glared at Dylan and screamed.
“BASTARD! YOU UTTER BASTARD. YOU JUST GET RIGHT BACK DOWN THERE AND FINISH ME OFF, DYLAN.”
He ran the doorbell nervously and heard Kat’s cheery, “come right in, Dylan,” on the intercom.
“We’re in here,” called Alicia from an open door. He walked into the room.
It took Dylan a second to make sense of what he was seeing. Alicia and Kat were both naked, except for a pair of white panties each. Katrin was there – and she was entirely naked, securely tied to a low table in the middle of the room. Her thighs were spread as widely and obscenely open as it was possible to imagine, and he was staring straight at the pussy of his dreams. She was completely exposed and vulnerable down there, her delicious coral pink wetness fully on display. Her clit was hard, he noticed.
Dragging his eyes away from her slit and the trim little bush of fuzz around it, he looked further up her glistening body at her pale cream breasts, topped by nipples exactly the same coral shade, pointing straight up at heaven. She was staring straight at him, her face beet red, and she was gurgling through the white cloth (her panties, he realized) in her mouth. Her eyes were pleading.
“How do you like your present, Dylan?” purred Alicia.
He stared at her. “What the fuck ,,,,” he started.
“We’re playing a tickling game, silly. We thought you might like to join in!”
Dylan relaxed a little. If it was a game, then maybe Katrin was fine with all this? He looked at her flushed face again. Her eyes were certainly saying something. He didn’t know what, though.
“We want you to take care of her down there,” said Kat, gesturing. “We’ll work over the rest of her.”
“You can lick, kiss, nibble as much as you like,” grinned Alicia, “but don’t let her come. That’s against the rules. We see her orgasm, buddy, and next thing you’re tied up naked next to her.”
Dylan was almost tempted by that prospect. The thought of Katrin and him, naked and helpless together, being tormented by two sexy girls, was a pretty hot one. His hard-on was almost bursting out of his jeans by this stage.
Wordlessly, he got down on his knees between Katrin’s splayed thighs. He ran his tongue tentatively along her slit, tasting her. He felt her push herself towards him. He started gently sucking her clit.
As he nibbled, Kat and Alicia tickled, tormenting Katrin’s flailing body with everything they had. Not one single inch of her sweat-covered body escaped their attention. Her feet, her flanks, her inner thighs, her throat, her nipples (especially her nipples) were teased and tortured. Again. And again.
Dylan sensed the increasing urgency with which Katrin was grinding her pussy into his face. She was on the verge of coming. He pulled back just in time. Katrin gurgled into her panties.
“Good boy!” said Alicia. “Now let’s see what she makes of these.”
She held up a weird contraption for Dylan’s inspection – what looked like two little transparent rubber cups with a tiny vibrator at each end, and some tubes leading to a pump.
The cups went over Katrin’s nipples, of course, and the pump pulled and teased at them – turning them even more into little hot beacons of sensation than they were already. And the vibrators? Well, they vibrated, obviously.
Katrin went wild.
She was desperately trying to get loose, now, throwing her body around as much as the ties would let her. She was a sensuous pool of sweat, now, entirely at their mercy. Not that they had any, as they carried on working over every bit of her anatomy.
Kat turned the thing off at last, and gently prised the sodden panties out of Katrin’s mouth.
“Shall we give you a little break, sweetie?”
Katrin heaved a shuddering breath. She glared at Dylan and screamed.
“BASTARD! YOU UTTER BASTARD. YOU JUST GET RIGHT BACK DOWN THERE AND FINISH ME OFF, DYLAN.”
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