Elspeth's Revenge Part 5
My gaze travelled over Sabina's firm body as ways to wake her flitted through my mind. They ranged from the mundane - just letting her wake normally - through the childish - emptying a glass of water over her - to the more interesting - wondering whether a good tweak of her hard nipples would rouse her. As I pondered I could see her eyelids flutter under the stocking blindfold and her arms and leg muscles tensing slightly as she tried to shift position. She gave a soft sigh as she slowly climbed out of the oblivion of sleep, lips smacking as consciousness returned. I stood back, not sure of what she would be able to see, wanting to gauge her reaction to her predicament. Her body tensed and then stretched as she yawned, frown lines creasing her brow when she realised she couldn't pull her arms back down. She uttered a low growl as she realised her legs were likewise pinioned and the fact that it wasn't because it was dark that she couldn't see. Her head tracked from side to side as she attempted to see something, her arms and legs pulling at the bonds, but, to my relief, the stockings held her fast. What happened next exceeded all my hopes.
"Clank! Untie me." I silently exulted, she thought she was still back in her room with her malfunctioning robot. For a moment all was still, then in a slightly querulous voice, "clank?" It was time to make my presence felt. I walked forward, seeing her start as I entered her field of view, "who?" she whispered. I grinned, realising all she could make out at most were shadowy outlines. I sat on the bed and ran my hands up over her tummy, to her breasts, fingers caressing her pert mounds through her clothes. Sabina squirmed, "what are you doing? Who are you? S-stop!" My fingers closed around her breasts, squeezing them, enjoying the way her nipples poked against the front of her blouse. "P-please, n-no." I removed one of my hands and started unbuttoning her blouse, peeling it open as I went.
"I-I'll scream." I grinned, thinking, "oh yes, you certainly shall!" After I had pulled her blouse open I started kissing her flat stomach, listening to Sabina as her breath caught in her throat. Slowly my lips made my way up her body, making sure I kissed every inch of her silky smooth skin. Her breathing was becoming more ragged by the second, "p-please, no, s-stop it whoever you are." By the time my cheek was brushing the cup of her bra I wasn't sure who was more aroused, her or me. Sabina made small gasping noises and I suddenly realised a flaw in my plans: how was I going to keep her quiet during the next few days? I thought a moment and then grinned broadly. My hands flew behind my back and unclasped my bra, shrugging my shoulders I slipped the bra off, and lifting Sabina's head slipped the bra under her head, leaving the straps hanging out. She shook her head and whimpered. I stood and slipped out of my panties, scrunching them up into a damp ball. OK, I thought, an impromptu gag, now how to get her mouth open wide enough? Another grin slowly formed. I reached out and gripped Sabina's right nipple and tweaked it hard. Her mouth flew open and before she could let the scream out I had stuffed my panties in her mouth. Sabina's attempted scream turned into a minor coughing fit as I pulled the bra straps tight, knotting them securely.
I sat by her side again and pulled the left cup of her bra down and gazed at the hard nipple before lightly licking it with my tongue. Her back arched as she tried to push her breast into my mouth. After a final feather-light kiss on the pebble like nipple I let the cup spring back into position. I reached round behind Sabina and unclasped her bra, then ran my hands round to the front of her body, letting my fingers slip under her bra. My fingers caressed the undersides of Sabina's delectable mounds, causing her to whimper into the gag. Slowly, as my hands slipped higher, more and more of her breasts came into view. I couldn't keep my lips from them and gently kissed the soft skin, lips following the cups of the bra and finally sucking and flicking my tongue over her hard nipples. Judging by the muffled noises she was making and the way her body was shaking she was enjoying this as much as I was.
It was about time to start Sabina's 'torture'. Sitting up my hand groped for the control for the plastic egg and I looked at it for a moment trying to decide what to do. With a smirk I flicked the dial to its lowest setting and watched Sabina's body convulse as the tiny vibrations started in her soaking pussy. I bent down next to her head and let my left hand trail lightly over her breasts, "the batteries will last quite some time", I whispered to her. Her muffled cries intensified and she tugged frantically against her bonds. There were a few times in the next half-hour that I almost relented and untied Sabina, but I steeled myself and continued playing with her lovely breasts. My fingers traced idle circles over the firm mounds, my tongue teasing her stiff nipples. My heart almost broke when I noticed the tears trickling down her face, knowing that the feelings going through her body were not quite enough to let her climax. The little egg was one of my favourite toys, but I had never managed to leave it on its lowest setting for more than five minutes before I had had to turn it up higher. Sabina had now had it gently vibrating in her for 30 minutes, plus my teasing of her breasts - it must have been excruciating for her. I grinned at the thought and slipped down the bed to peek up under her skirt, and sure enough her panties were absolutely soaked and almost transparent with the juices from her arousal. It was now nearly time for the next stage of my revenge.
It was time for her to know who her tormentor was. I straddled her head, looking down over body and pulled her blindfold down. A few muffled cries from Sabina as she gazed up into my soaking pussy made me certain she recognised me. Shivering with anticipation I lowered myself a bit more and rubbed a finger over my drenched pussy lips. I stared into her wide-open eyes as I slid first one, then a second finger into my pussy. Sabina's eyes seemed to beg me as I spread my labia and thrust three fingers of my other hand into my yearning cunt. I moaned, frigging myself slowly inches from her eyes, wet squelching noises as my fingers slid in and out. Almost without warning I was on the edge of cumming, out of nowhere the feeling suddenly welled up and I inched forward and ground my pussy against the gag in her mouth, body quivering as I felt my juices flood out of me to soak the bra and panties. I know it was just my imagination but I could have sworn I felt Sabina's tongue poking against the gag, desperate to lick and lap at my soaking sex. I pushed my hips back and forward, groaning at the feel of the bra against my pussy, and thinking of the feel of her rough tongue climaxed explosively. I had to bite my lip to stop myself howling out loud and I could feel Sabina quivering between my damp thighs. Waiting until the shudders of pleasure finished I climbed off her and knelt by the bed, "only two days to go Sabina, think you can stand it?" She shook her head frantically and made pathetic mewling sounds, which were stifled by the gag.
Grinning, I bent over Sabina's sweat soaked body and ran my fingers over her breasts and nipples, exulting in the power over her that I had. She trembled and continued to make pleading noises which I steeled myself to ignore. A quick pinch of her right nipple drew a soft moan from her, so I repeated the process with her left nipple, and added a gentle tug of the hard nub. Sabina arched her back and from under the gag I could hear meaningless babbling. Leaning down I kissed and licked her pebble-like nipples, watching her body react to the teasing. I sat up and showed Sabina the remote control and made dialling motions with my fingers, grinning as she nodded her head, eyes pleading. I turned the dial round to '3', then switched the egg off. Sabina arched her back and closed her eyes as the vibrations deep in her pussy mounted. Her eyes flew open as the feelings subsided and died away. I smiled at her and repeated the process, wondering quite how close she was to cumming. Sabina moaned and thrashed in her bonds as I gave her pussy five minutes of torture, trying to judge as best I could from her reactions when she was about to orgasm. I don't know how close she got, or how well I judged her bodies reaction, but she didn't manage to orgasm once.
I knelt between her legs and pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, and, with some difficulty, pulled the slick egg from her pussy, ignoring her plaintive cries and the trembling of her body. Bending down I picked up the next instrument of her torture and slid the narrow vibrator past her puffy pussy lips. Moving it back and forth, twisting it slowly I coated it with her sweet nectar. Pulling the device out of her pussy I checked it and, adjudging it to be lubricated enough, turned it on and, lifting her hips slightly, pushed it gently into her ass. Sabina arched her back and screamed into the gag as the vibrating tool penetrated her. I lowered her back on to the bed and smelt the heady musk aroma of her pussy. Oh, what the hell, I thought, it can't do any harm. So thinking, I buried my face in her crotch and sucked and licked her pussy and clit. Tasting her sweet juices all control was blown to the four winds and I rubbed her clit with abandon as my tongue delved deep into her soaking pussy. Her tormented body writhed on the bed as I tried to suck and lick her soaking sex dry, my tongue feeling the vibrator imbedded in her ass as her vaginal muscles went into spasm around my probing tongue. Sabina gave a distinct howl and went rigid as she climaxed, then thrashed as much as she was able to as I greedily sucked and lapped at the juices pouring from her.
Some minutes later I was lying curled by her side on the bed idly caressing her sweat streaked body. Her moans had lowered to an almost inaudible level, punctuated with soft gasps as my fingers traced around her nipples. As I stroked her body my mind went over my plan which, like most plans, hadn't survived contact with the 'enemy'. I had planned on making her wait at least until midnight before letting her climax. I grinned ruefully realising I had missed that target by only a few hours. Still, it had been worth it. With that in mind I decided to junk my whole plan - after all, if I had failed this early what chance did I have to keep my hands and mouth off of her body over the entire weekend?
Having made the decision I felt a weight lift from my mind; Sabina was too nice to treat like this and I had been subconsciously railing against my planned treatment of her. Still, I thought, I could still have fun, couldn't I? I tried a few ideas in my mind and sensed no great objections: in fact various other parts of me seemed to be voting in favour.
I gnawed on my bottom lip as the first major decision I had to make emerged - did I leave the vibrator in her bottom or did I take it out? With a shrug of my shoulders I took the only reasonable choice and left it in situ as I slipped the now still egg back into her tight cunt, smiling as Sabina thrust her hips up to meet it as it nudged between her labia. My smiling lips came into gentle contact with her clit and I felt her jerk again at the soft pressure. Moving my head slightly from side to side I brushed her clit with my soft lips, trying to ignore the low, muffled moans she was making. I stroked her damp sex lips with a fingertip and groped blindly over the bed for the remote control for the egg. Once I had it in my hand I sucked hard on Sabina's clit and pulled it between my lips and nuzzled and licked it frantically. At the same time my fingers rotated the power control dial of the remote. Sabina bucked and writhed as the egg started a fierce vibration as it nestled in her soaking sex and made muffled mewling sounds from behind the gag. I found I had to drop the remote and cease stroking her so I could use both hands to try and control her arching, wriggling body.
My famous plan has undergone a minor change, basically becoming inverted from my previous ideas. Instead of constantly teasing her, now my plan was to drive Sabina to orgasm after orgasm, a series of massive over-stimulation until she collapsed with exhaustion, only to resume whenever she recovered sufficiently.
It seemed like I had made a good start as a long moan echoed around the room and Sabina thrashed wildly on the bed, arms and legs pulling at the stockings as her second climax rushed through her. The lovely musky scent of her arousal permeated the room as I let the egg and vibrator continue their torment. I gently nibbled on her slit, shaking my head slightly to tug it, the tip of my tongue wriggling over her captive button.
I'm not quite sure what happened next, but I assume from the way she went rigid and screamed and screamed, then bucked like a wild horse, almost throwing me off, that somehow in the spasms of her cunt muscles she had shifted the fiendishly vibrating egg so that it rested directly on her g-spot. Cascade after cascade of warm juices flooded out of her sex as a rapid ripple of orgasms hit her. For the first time I was concerned for her, but the egg must have shifted again as her vaginal muscles pulsed around it, pushing it away from her most sensitive spot. Sabina collapsed back onto the bed, sweat pouring off her body in rivulets and lay panting and moaning. I hesitated in my nibbling of her clit and decided to give her a small break. Lowering my head I licked at her wet thighs, closing my eyes in bliss as I tasted her nectar again. Her body twitched and shuddered as once more the feelings of the egg and vibrator started to make their presence felt. I turned my head slightly and kissed her soaking pussy lips, running my tongue over her sex. Her tired body lurched and by the sounds of her moans she was not that far from another orgasm. I was her friend so I felt it my duty to help her. I ran a finger tip over her clit, lightly caressing the wet button and was rewarded with a deep groan and shudder as she pushed her hips up and orgasmed, much more muted this time as her mind and body started drifting towards an exhausted slumber.
Her whimpers quietened as I pulled the damp egg from her, somewhat aghast at what the setting on the dial had been before I turned it off. I had meant to turn it up to 5, but my fingers had betrayed me, and it was set to 8. My own pussy muscles spasmed in sympathy as I recalled the only time I had dared to try a setting beyond 5 and felt a warm trickle down my thigh as the delicious memories of that night returned. My frantic groping for the controller that had dropped from my hands as the sudden surge of vibrations had coursed through me, hoping that I could find it and turn the egg off before I orgasmed myself to a damp death, or before the screams I could feel welling up in me could force themselves out. I could never be quite sure that I was glad I had found the controller and reduced the setting, blushing at the thought of who might have come to investigate the howls of pleasure I knew I would have had choice but to give voice to. After gently pulling the vibrator from Sabina's ass and with an embarrassed grin cleaning the egg with my tongue I realised I was as horny as hell. I looked at Sabina as she lay sprawled on my bed and pouted. Damn, another bloody flaw! I'd have to deal with my aroused state myself.