Felicity's nipples were achingly hard but she couldn't spare a hand from driving as the big 4-wheel drive bounced wildly in the ruts of the backwoods track. "Both hands on the wheel," she thought to herself "Almost there." It was her first kidnapping and she was surprised at how much it was turning her on. The vehicle rolled to a stop in an open space in the trees and Fliss looked around with satisfaction. The two-hour trip to her hideout had seemed endless but the spot was wild and isolated which made it perfect for her purposes. The equipment she had built stood ready for use. A rustle in the back shook her from her reverie.
Twisting in her seat Felicity smacked her palm down on a blanket-shrouded bundle and was rewarded with an indignant, albeit muffled, squeal. Still grinning she slid out of the truck and opened the rear door. The blanket was dragged aside to reveal the fruits of her victory. The small but shapely female who lay shackled, blindfolded, and gagged in Felicity's backseat was her friend and opponent, Nancy. Fliss didn't even try to resist the urge to torment the helpless. Her hand slipped up the leg of Nan's loose shorts and gently stroked the damp mound underneath. Her captive wriggled desperately but after a few moments, started pushing back against her captor's marauding hand. Felicity's freckled cheeks were pink with arousal when she broke off her teasing. She grabbed her friend's trim ankles and pulled her prisoner from the vehicle.
With a feminine grunt, Felicity hoisted Nancy's squirming body across her shoulders and staggered toward the nearest bit of equipment. With a not particularly gentle thump she sat her load on the wide surface. Her prisoner mumbled something that sounded like a complaint but Fliss ignored the furious grunts and dragged the struggling woman into position. Using the restraints already on her victim and others conveniently pre-positioned the budding Mistress stretched her captive friend into a classic spread eagle. With the flair of a stage magician she whipped the blindfold off the reluctant submissive. The bright blue eyes of the victor glittered with triumph as they met to angry brown ones of the vanquished. Vehement growls leaked around the edges of the mouth-filling gag. The muzzled woman might have been saying something like "Let me loose, psycho bitch," but Felicity planned to have her singing a different tune soon.
Nancy's gag came out with a moist sucking sound. She paused to lick her lips before renewing her demands to be released. Felicity spoke as she pulled her knife from its sheath "I'm pretty sure I won our little contest. Wasn't it, whoever manages to capture the other, wins? Lucky for me, the prize is winner gets to use the loser any way she likes for 24 hours. Makes the contract self-enforcing, doesn't it? So much easier than trying to collect money."
Nancy fell silent and eyed the sharp blade nervously. "It was just a joke. I wasn't really serious. Now let me go." She swallowed audibly "OK?"
Felicity shook her head in mock sorrow. "So you were just serious enough to book a suite at the House of Pain and hire some thug to help you out but not serious enough to lose the wager?"
Nancy was speechless at her opponent's good intel and the look on her face made denial useless anyway. Felicity smiled knowingly and extended her blade toward the bound woman. Metal links rattled loudly in the quiet as Nan twisted and jerked frantically at her bonds. Lifting the shirt away from Nancy's body, Felicity leisurely removed the buttons with a series of careful cuts. After all the buttons were flicked away Fliss pushed aside the ruined shirt to bare her captive's chest. The cheerful slasher leaned forward and nuzzled the valley between the perky bra-less breasts. Nancy gasp with pleasure as her tormentor's index finger idly circled one of her nipples then yelped with pain when it was roughly tweaked. Felicity kissed her way up the exposed chest and throat. She brushed the fine strands of jet hair away from the smaller woman's face. The tip on her tongue caressed Nancy's lips before she whispered in her captive's ear "It will get much worse, little one." Strange feelings of power flooded Felicity when Nancy shuddered and moaned in response.
Felicity slashed and tore away the rest of Nancy's clothes and impatiently tossed aside the resultant rags. The strength of her lust was making her light-headed. Her own clothes slipped from her body as she stood staring down at her helpless friend. In one lithe movement she swung onto the table and lowered her sex on the face of her slave-in-training. Nancy clamped her lips together and stubbornly refused the implied command. After a moment's consideration, Felicity leapt to the ground and stalked to the SUV for her bag of toys.