Fragile Unbroken Chapter 07 Part 3
"Audience"
Neither my sister, nor I spoke. The room was as silent as the grave and grief was setting in. But then, not really. Thoughts of our conversation just moments before had me thrilled on the inside. Even though she had left the room, the sight of Mistress Victoria standing over us had pushed all of those thoughts and emotions deeper. Much deeper, but they were still there.
Sisters knack for saying just the right thing at just the right moment was irrepressible. "Be careful what you wish for." She said sarcastically.
Damn, she was right about that, but the afterglow of orgasm was still in me. I tugged lightly on the ropes that bound our wrists together and wiggled my ass again, causing the double dildo trapped inside us to move inside her.
She started laughing and it brought on a flood of laughter in me. We both broke out in a bout of uncontrolled delight which slowly died out into short spurts of involuntary giggling.
The ropes that tied our thighs together had obviously been intended to force every move we made to stimulate the other of us. Between that, the nipple clamps tied together, our wrists bound together, it was ingenious. None of that stopped the flood of amusement we experienced though.
Master returned to the room, but the giggling continued. He had a very stern look in his eyes, but I could tell he was enjoying himself, which only made the giggling harder to control. Finally, he broke in, "Apparently you girls are gluttons for punishment."
I choked out a response, "Yes...Master." Another giggle. (Have I mentioned that I hate it when I giggle?)
"You girls deserve to be punished." He said with all the sincerity he could muster. From that, an all out snort came out of my sister and the uncontrolled laughter started again. Being contagious, even Master had to give in to the mood. He started laughing and left the room again.
A few moments passed, during which I assume Master composed himself. Sister and I, in our delerium, fell back into slightly more sober giggling until our next surprise entered the room. A woman I had never met walked in, followed by a man I'd only met a few times, followed by more people that I could count or keep track of. Nearly all of the seats in the room were taken. There was no more giggling from the girls lying bound, center stage on the bed in the middle of the room. Sisters hands fell limp and her legs which were also still bound to mine relaxed. The gravity of what had just happened was still sinking in. For myself I felt a thrill of eroticism, while at the same time I felt a dread for sister who I was sure had never lain exposed to a group of people like this. Then again, I remembered that Master was at the helm, and this was his ride. Sink or swim, we were already strapped in.
There was no sign of Master or the Mistress, nor Shit, her slave. I looked around as best I could. From what I could see there were a couple of other submissives on the floor at the feet of their Dominants, but many people looked unattached. They had a variety of looks, from Goth to business to casual to half drunk. Several were holding drinks. None of the submissives looks up. I flopped my head back down and waited for what was next. This was not spontaneous. I knew that this evening had been planned from the start. Their presence betrayed the reality that we never were going to be left alone all night. It also meant that there was more on the agenda. For my part, that was a thrill.
Master and The Mistress returned. Master spoke, "My friends, I've have had to adjust my plan. These girls were going to entertain us, edged on through the evening, but they have chosen to act against my will." He reached for sisters crotch and brought his finger to my mouth heavily covered in her juices. I did not hesitate to take it in my mouth and suck it clean. I detected no motion whatsoever from sister.
"Instead they will have to be disciplined further." Still nothing from sister. It looked like we would get our wish.
The Mistress had seated herself somewhere behind Master. Shit entered and placed items on the bed next to Master. He picked up two ball gags and walked next to my head and put one on me, shoving the ball into my mouth and wrapping the straps behind my head. It was tight, pushing my cheeks in. He did what appeared to be the same to Sister. Her legs wiggled but she did not resist. Next he placed blindfolds on us both. Darkness took over. I felt Sisters legs tensing. The dildo was wiggling in me and she pulled against the bindings on our wrists, which in turn pulled on me. The cord between our nipple clamps was tugging at my overly sensitive nipples. I felt a little panic well up in me, but I remembered that Master was here and let myself breathe deeply to try and relax. Sister still felt tense.
Someone took the clamps off of my nipples. They felt warm and tingly as someone rubbed my tits, massaging them and squeezing roughly. Master, I assume, was shifting the ropes on our legs and checking the ropes on our wrists as they had been in place for quite a while. What we were being prepared for I had no idea, but the night had taken an unexpected turn and the way I felt already, I knew that no matter what, I would feel this for days to come.
I was left alone for a moment, well, if merely being untouched could be considered alone with so many eyes on us. My only sensation outside of the breathing and soft murmuring of others in the room, was the sensation of my sister, her tugging on my wrist, and her body movements which were forcing my pussy to become aroused yet again. By now I was longing to remember what it felt like to not have a huge fake cock in me with a wriggling, excited girl attached to it causing it to jerk inside me. Arousal was stirring again.
I remained distracted by my pussy. My sister wouldn't be still, but that soon became just one sensation in many. I felt a body against my legs and a head push under my bound hands which hovered over my pussy. I felt hair, and then kissing on the shaven area around my slit. I felt a tongue probing at my still swollen and heavily stimulated clit. Sister jerked as I felt hands on my body. Too many for just the one person who was just starting to lick my pussy. I heard a muffled whimpering from sister and I knew she must be experiencing a similar sensual assault.
Hands groped at my tits as the tongue on my clit began to flick softly and relentlessly. I realized that I was being pushed toward another orgasm just as sister tugged hard against my wrists and the huge dildo pushed hard inside me, almost painfully. I cried out and pushed against her thighs with my legs trying to decrease the pressure inside me. The sensations we're becoming confused and I lost all sense of the detail of what was happening to me in my darkness. I was crying in pleasure into the gag as another orgasm built steadily inside me. I could feel it coming and as it hit me in waves I cried out as hard as I could with each surge of pleasure that wracked my body. I was sinking into the trance that I love so much. Words faded from my mind and I began to think in terms of the feelings I was having. Words would not come to me but the pleasure did not stop. I have no idea how long hands grasped at my most erotic parts. The tonguing seemed ever present. My pussy was so full that it almost felt natural to have my pussy wrapped around the thick shaft of relentless movement and pleasure.
I can't say whether I had another orgasm, or how many, it felt as though the whole experience was either an orgasm or a series of orgasms, during which I had no sense of the time in between. My body became my mind.
And then I noticed that it was stopping. I felt sensations going away. I felt like someone was stripping away my world but I did not want to leave my envelope of comfort and pleasure. I heard Masters voice, felt his breath by my ear, whispering. "Good girl. Relax my little slave."
I felt my legs being unbound and straightened by what I thought were Masters hands. I could feel sisters legs tangled with mine and a jolt shot through me. I feared for her. My gag was coming off. I took a nice deep breath. "Master... My sister..."
"Your sister is fine sweetheart." His calm voice answered me. My heart wrenched. I did not want to leave my world of sensation and the heady warm feelings of security I find there. My legs were still tangled. I felt the huge dildo slowly being removed from inside me and my body nearly lurched into another orgasm as the sensation overwhelmed me. I curled my legs up against my belly.
Masters voice came to my ear again as I realized it was him stroking my hair. "Close your eyes."
I complied as the blindfold was removed and I slowly worked my eyes open, adjusting to the light, but I found that the lights were dim and candles had been lit. The warm light was welcoming. The first image to greet me was my sweet Angela, my sister. She was sitting up, looking at me and smiling, rubbing her wrists. I looked around part of the room, realizing that about half of the people were gone. Mistress Victoria was speaking quietly with a few people in the corner.
The realization of what was happening returned. I felt my face flush. I turned to Master. He was smiling too as he stroked my long, black hair. I smiled back. His voice was low, the depth and the tone warmed me. "You were pretty deep, girl."
