Innocence Pt. 02

The girl stands on her front porch, peering out across the sidewalk to the street. She doesn't see the car she is looking for. The light is fading fast, and a chilly wind rattles the leaves in the trees as storm clouds gather in the distance. She checks the time on her phone. The car should be here by now, and her anxiety mounts. She's already nervous enough as she thinks about what brought her to this moment.

Several weeks ago, in an impulsive effort to explore her sexuality as well as her fantasies, she reached out to a fetish website which facilitates sexual encounters. She connected to a husband and wife who seemed skilled in introducing girls to the world of bondage. The girl made arrangements to meet the woman in a coffee shop, ostensibly just to talk, but she trusted the woman immediately and ended up taking her back to her house. The girl shivers thinking about how the woman had tied her to her bed... god, it had been so scary! But something had broken open in her, and the thrill drew her in. She needed more. She remembers the last words the woman said to her: "Next time I will come back with my husband."

So now, on the porch, she waits. A crackle of thunder sounds in the distance, and the wind picks up. She glances at her phone again, and when she looks up a car glides silently to the curb. She shivers again, takes a deep breath, then walks down the porch steps and gets into the rear seat. She meets the eyes of the man driving the car in the rear view mirror, then the woman turns back to her from the passenger seat.

"We meet again." The woman smiles warmly at her, but there is something else in her eyes.

"Yes," the girl responds softly. She doesn't know what else to say.

"Take off your coat."

The girl unbuttons her knee-length coat and slips out of it awkwardly as the car starts to move. She is wearing a cream-colored strapless tube top and a short denim skirt. The woman's eyes move up and down her body from the front seat, remembering.

"Put this on."

The woman hands the girl a black blindfold. Her eyes widen for a moment, and then there is a flash of lightning in the distance. She takes it and slips it over her head until her world goes dark.

"Hold out your hands."

When she does, she feels the padded cuffs fasten around her wrists. Her heart rate quickens.

"You belong to us now." The woman's voice is hard.

They ride in silence for a while, the girl blindfolded and bound in the back seat. She is not sure where they are taking her, only that they will bring her home when it is over. The car rounds a final corner and comes to a stop. The woman turns back to the girl.

"I assume your safe word is the same as before."

The girl lets out a short laugh. "Yes," she says, "it's still appropriate."

The woman smiles, then she and her husband get out of the car. The man goes around to the rear door and helps the girl out of the car. The woman walks to the front door of the house and unlocks it. The girl hears the rumble of thunder in the distance, and she feels a soft rain on her bare skin. She is guided into the house, the man's hand at the small of her back. They walk down a short hallway, then the woman opens a door at the end and they all enter the space. The girl, of course, has no idea where she is. The man leads her to the center of the room.

"Stand here and put your arms up." His voice is low and demanding.

The girl raises her cuffed wrists, and the man fastens them to a hook hanging from the ceiling overhead. The girl tries to control her breathing, but she is afraid and she can't keep her body from shaking. She has set limits on what they can do to her, and she trusts the woman. She just hopes the man is aware of the agreement as well. She continues to tremble as she listens to them move around the room.

"I'm scared," she whispers.

She senses someone near her head.

"That's the whole point," the woman says softly. She reaches up to adjust the girl's blindfold.

"It's so much more exciting when you can't see what we will do to you."

A shiver passes through the girl's body, then she takes deep, steady breaths. She feels hands touching her, and she can't tell whether it is the man or the woman. Maybe both. Then she feels her skirt being unzipped, and it falls to the floor around her heels. She steps out without being asked and takes another deep breath. She is wearing only the heels, her sleeveless top and a black thong. Then the hands are back on her, stroking her bare arms and legs, a finger idly grazing the thong. The girl is suddenly aware of the wetness between her legs.

"I'm so wet," she says softly.

"Yes," the woman responds brightly. "That's also the point."

The girl feels fingers caressing her breasts through the skimpy top. Her nipples are hard and respond to the touch. The hands slip under the top from behind, cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples. Her body undulates under the gentle caresses. Her nipples have always been extra sensitive, and she moans quietly at the pleasure she is experiencing.

"Let's take this off." It is the man's voice close behind her.

He quickly pulls it down over her breasts, and the woman helps the girl step out of it. The man walks around and admires what he sees. The girl's breasts are small and firm, the aureoles pink and puffy, the nipples dark and prominent. Both the man and woman are momentarily transfixed at the girl's perfect breasts. Then the man shakes himself out of his reverie.

"Spread your legs," he growls.

The girl quickly moves her legs apart, trying to keep her balance in the heels. She feels the man's hands move them even further apart, then her ankles are cuffed to the floor. The man raises the hook holding her wrists, and she is stretched, her body taut. She shivers again, exposed and vulnerable, nearly naked in a room with people she doesn't know. She is living out her fantasy, and she is equal parts thrilled and terrified.

The woman moves in front of the girl and takes her face between her hands. The kiss is quick and deep, possessive and without tenderness. Then their hands are everywhere on her body. The man is behind her, she can feel the bulge in his crotch pressing into her ass crack, his hands stroking her ass and legs. The woman's hands play with her breasts, pinching, pulling and twisting her erect nipples. The man dips his finger inside her thong, pushing it into her pussy, exploring her wetness. He takes it out and puts it into her mouth, and she licks and sucks his finger, tasting her own wetness. A shuddering moan ripples through her, the only sound in the room.

And then she screams, the sudden pain in her right nipple shooting deep into her groin. The clamp bites deep, squeezing her sensitive nub. She doesn't have time to prepare for the pain in the other nipple, and another searing bolt of pain stabs through her body.

"Fuck, fuck, oh god, oh fuck, it hurts."

Then the woman puts the chain connecting the clamps in the girl's mouth.

"Keep this between your teeth or I will make the pain worse."

The girl clamps down on the chain, her breath coming in pants. The chain pulls her nipples up and makes the clamps bite harder, but she is afraid to let go. All her attention is focused on keeping it between her teeth. Then she feels the man untie the strings of her thong, distracting her for a moment, but she bites down even harder on the chain, her stretched body now totally naked. A wave of fear washes over her, and she starts to quietly whimper in her bonds.

For a long moment the room is quiet, and nothing happens. Then she feels a finger between her pussy lips, exploring the moisture there. It is the man, standing beside her, one hand caressing her pussy, spreading her wetness, the other hand in her ass crack, one finger tip pushing at her puckered hole. She moans at the violation of her most private parts. The man pushes one thick finger into her vagina, then two, and begins to finger fuck her. Her hips begin to rock as her pleasure spreads, but she tries to focus on the chain between her teeth. The man pushes further into her, curling his fingers against her G-spot, and she groans audibly. Then she hears the buzzing.

"It's my turn now." The woman's voice is throaty with need.

A few months ago the woman herself was tied in a house high in the hills overlooking the city. There had been many instruments of pleasure and pain, but the most profound had been a long, thin vibrator with a soft rubber tip. It had given her so many orgasms she had passed out, and the experience had been overwhelming. But she and her husband had gone out afterwards and bought the tool, and now she stands in the room with the naked girl and holds it near her face.

"Do you know what this will do to you?"

The girl shudders in her bonds. The woman puts the tip in her sopping hole and moves it around, the girl barely able to breathe. Her focus flashes back and forth between the pleasure between her legs, the pain in her nipples, and the chain in her mouth. When the woman touches the vibrator to her clit, the girl jerks and gasps, almost dropping the chain. She bites down harder as the woman teases her most sensitive bud with the tool, taking it away, then touching it again. The girl moans, the pleasure building inexorably somewhere deep inside her groin, and the woman keeps up the tease until she's sure the girl is close to the edge. When she takes it away, the girl groans even louder. Then the woman takes the chain out of the girl's mouth.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, oh god, yes, please."

There is a long pause before the woman responds.

"We will let you orgasm only after you have made us both cum."

The girl whimpers, both in need and in fear. Finally she nods, and she feels the man unhook her wrists and lower her arms, while the woman unfastens her ankles from the floor cuffs.

"Get on your knees."

The man and woman help her to the floor, her wrists still cuffed and stretched out on her bent legs.

"Open your mouth."

The girl has had men in her mouth before, but never on her knees and blindfolded. The man plunges his thick, hard cock into her open mouth and begins to face fuck her relentlessly. She licks and sucks as much as she can, but she can't get much leverage until the man puts his hands behind her head. The tip of his cock presses against the back of her mouth, and she almost gags, but his movements are more frenetic and he keeps going until he quickly roars out his pleasure while sending thick ropes of cum down her throat, giving her no choice but to swallow all of it.

When he pulls out, the girl whimpers again. She has never been used like that before. But before she can process the experience, the woman straddles her face, standing with her wet pussy pressed against the girl's lips, holding her head for balance. The girl pushes her tongue into the woman's cunt, licking and lapping the woman's juices. The woman's eyes close, her hips rocking against the girl's sweet mouth. She has thought about this moment for weeks, and her pleasure quickly grows. The girl shifts her tongue to the woman's clit, licking, sucking. She tries to pull away for a moment, but the woman is panting now and won't let her. The girl keeps licking and sucking as fast as she can until the woman finally screams and cums hard against the girl's mouth, her body shaking as the orgasm crashes through her. The girl keeps licking, tasting the woman, her tongue dancing lightly in her pussy until the woman finally pulls away.

The girl remains on her knees for a moment, then the couple helps her back to her feet. She is wobbly in the heels, but she spreads her feet for balance. The man puts her cuffed wrists on top of her head and holds them there from behind. She can feel his cock between her ass cheeks as he nuzzles her neck.

"You've been a very good girl. Would you like to have your reward?"

"Yes." The girl's voice is barely a whisper.

Then she feels the woman tug on the chain between her clamped nipples. She had almost forgotten about them while she was on her knees, but now they bite harder into her poor abused nubs. She opens her mouth and moans, steeling herself against the pain. It seems as if a long time passes before she finally hears the buzzing of the wand, and it occurs to her she has never had an orgasm standing up. She is also as wet as she has ever been, her juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. She moans again and tries to ready herself.

When the buzzing tip touches her clit, she jerks and cries out. Her arousal spikes, the pleasure building instantly in her groin. The woman moves the wand around the girl's swollen, glistening bud, alternately touching and withdrawing, her touch light and feathery. She tugs on the chain occasionally to distract the girl from the increasing pleasure between her legs. The woman is an artist, an expert in prolonging and postponing pleasure, painting her clit with deft strokes of the wand. The girl groans repeatedly, her orgasm imminent. She pushes her hips forward, trying for more contact, but the woman keeps her on edge and won't let her cum. The girl's breath comes in pants. She has never been teased like this before, and all she can think of is how much she needs to cum. Her legs start to shake, and she groans again, unable to take much more. The woman senses her overwhelming need, then puts the wand against the girl's throbbing clit and holds it there.

"Oh god, oh god, FUCK!"

The orgasm rips through the girl's trembling body, coming in wave after wave, the intense pleasure radiating everywhere. She can barely stand, but the man keeps her from falling. She rides out an orgasm unlike any she has ever had before, standing in her heels, her nipples clamped, her eyes blindfolded, her wrists cuffed on top of her head. The woman watches her, smiling broadly, until the girl's orgasm ebbs and her body finally stops shaking.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. That was..."

The girl doesn't have words. The man lowers her cuffed wrist in front of her, then he and his wife admire the sight of the naked girl standing in front of them. Finally the woman reaches out and removes the clamps. The sudden pain takes the girl by surprise as the blood instantly rushes back into her nipples, and she cries out in agony.

"Fuck, oh god, it hurts so much." She is whimpering now.

She is thinking of the ache in her breasts when the blindfold is suddenly removed. She blinks, peering into the room, the light soft and indirect. The man and woman gaze at her, and she stares back. She hasn't really seen the man yet, only that quick glimpse in the car. She tries hard not to look down at his naked cock. The woman smiles at her, and the girl tries to return the smile. Then she notices her surroundings. The room is mostly empty, and she is surprised to see that there is no bed. The most prominent thing in the room sits against the far wall. In her innocence, she has never seen a Sybian before, but it is instantly clear what it is for. She stares at the the thick knob protruding from the saddle. Even more alarming are the cuffs high on the wall behnd it as well as near the floor. She can't tear her eyes away, then she looks back at the woman, her eyes wide and fearful. The woman returns her gaze with an evil grin.

"No," the girl whispers, "please, no."

The man uncuffs her wrists and leads her to the machine.

"Get up and sit on it."

The girl hesitates, fear coursing through her body, but she forces herself to swing her leg up and straddle the saddle. She looks down at the knob, then up at the man and woman watching her intently. She closes her eyes and shakes her head back and forth, moaning softly.

"Sit on it," the man says again, more forcefully.

The only escape is her safe word, and she considers it for a long moment. Then she takes a deep, shuddering breath and puts her entrance at the top of the knob. She slowly lowers herself down, the knob filling her wet cavity. No sooner is she fully seated than the man pulls her arms up and cuffs her wrists high on the wall behind her. The woman similarly fastens her ankles to the cuffs near the floor, and she is quickly helpless, spread against the wall, her pussy filled, her clit exposed to the machine. She quickly tests the bonds. She can pull herself up with her arms, but not far enough to get off the knob. Her feet don't touch the floor, so she can't push herself up either. The man and woman stare at the girl, watching her realize her predicament, and she stares back, silently begging, until she finally closes her eyes and groans in fear.

The woman walks in front of her with a remote control in her hand. The girl opens her eyes and stares at it, then back up at the woman, who smiles at her while fingering the controls.

"Let's see what we've got here."

She pushes a button and a low roar fills the room with sound. The girl gasps as the knob begins to move in her pussy. She pulls against the restraints holding her wrists and ankles in place, but all of her weight is on the saddle and there is nothing she can do about the knob deep inside her. She moans softly, the knob moving a little faster now, and her arousal slowly starts to build.

The man moves close to her and stares at her nipples. For a moment she is afraid he will pinch or pull or hurt them, but he is surprisingly gentle as he fingers first one, then the other. He fondles them tenderly, and they swell at his touch. He puts a finger in her mouth, and after she sucks it he rubs the tip around her sensitive nub. The instant pleasure elicits a soft sigh. He raises the finger again, and their eyes lock as she reaches out with her tongue and licks it. He smiles, then spreads the wetness around the other nipple. Both her nipples are swollen now, and she closes her eyes, savoring the feeling. He continues to gently play with them, keeping them hard, and she opens her eyes and smiles at him, not wanting him to stop. Then she glances down and notices him stroking his erect cock with the other hand. He seems to be enjoying this as well.

Suddenly the knob filling her pussy starts to vibrate, and she jerks. The sound of the machine changes as the vibrations get louder. She squirms in the saddle, pushing down with her pelvis as the familiar feelings of an approaching orgasm swell inside her. Her breath is rapid and shallow, her lips parted as her arms and legs start to tremble. She is close now, and she rocks her hips on the vibrating shaft. When the movement suddenly stops, her eyes fly open and she cries out, whimpering softly.

The woman watches her for awhile, enjoying her torment. Then she fingers another button on the remote and the raised ridge against the girl's clit starts to vibrate. The girl shudders at the sudden vibrations between her legs, and she is instantly close to the edge again. She arches forward from the wall, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open wide, as she tries to press her clit harder against the vibrating saddle. The woman keeps the vibrations steady, carefully watching the exquisite pleasure in the girl's face as she desperately rocks her hips against the machine. The woman takes her time and keeps her on the ragged edge, but finally it's time to let her cum, and the woman increases the vibrations to high.

The first orgasm hits with a force that causes the girl's body to jerk violently. She screams and shakes as the pleasure explodes inside her. Another orgasm quickly follows, then another. She thrashes on the machine, tugging at the restraints, her head whipping back and forth, hair flying wildly as she continues to scream. The room is filled with the sounds of the vibrations and the girl's cries of unrestrained, unending pleasure as the orgasms keep coming. She can't breathe, she can't think, she can only feel the nonstop convulsions pulsing through every part of her body.

"Please, oh my god, please stop, I can't cum anymore!"

But the woman knows she can, and she does, one final orgasm ripping through the girl's naked body impaled on the relentless machine, wave after wave of pleasure filling her until she starts to cry uncontrollably. Suddenly the roar of the machine ceases and the only sounds in the room are the wracking sobs coming from some heretofore unknown place deep in her soul. She struggles to breathe, and slowly the sobs subside, but the tears are still streaming down her face when the woman moves in front of her and gently wipes away a tear from the side of her face.

"You're not so innocent anymore are you, my love?"

Later, after the man and woman have helped her off the machine and given her water and helped her get dressed and guided her out of the house toward the car, the storm has abated and the girl savors the sweet fragrance of leftover rain in the air. They have blindfolded her again, but she is not cuffed. They help her into the back seat, then quickly drive her home. When the car stops in front of her house the girl takes off the blindfold and hands it to the woman in the front seat, who takes it and looks back at her.

"I hope we can play again sometime."

The girl gives her a small smile. "Maybe."

She gathers her coat and climbs out of the back seat. She briefly meets the eyes of the man holding the door open, then walks toward her house. As she climbs the steps up to her front porch, she turns and watches the car pull away from the curb, the tail lights receding down the dark street. She suddenly realizes the woman was right. She is not so innocent anymore.