Trying her best to ignore the delightful sounds coming from the bed, Miranda turned to face the laptop once more. Taking a seat with one knee folded under her naked rear, she flipped the screen open, coming face to face with a login screen. Her back tensed for a moment, causing her breasts to wobble softly, before a click confirmed no password was set up. Amateur move, Em, she thought, before cracking her fingers, not at all emulating the classic techie that's about to 'hack'. Slightly embarrassed yet happy her teammate was currently blindfolded and busy, the blonde began rifling through folder after folder, checking up on images, videos and text files.
Most things she found were boring, everyday files, ranging from university reports to medical papers. Not losing hope however, the bully dug deeper, searching for the interesting stuff. Soon enough, she was rewarded with a folder titled 'homework', filled to the brim with kinky pics and videos. Cliché, but what can you do, she thought. Scrolling through the visual media Miranda came across some pretty salacious depictions of bound women and the various ways they were being teased and played with. There was way too much content however for her to scroll through it all, so she decided to click out and continue her search for other, more interesting things. Besides, she was getting excited all over again, and the sound of creaking ropes coming from behind her weren't helping one bit.
After a few more minutes of clicking through as many folders as she had patience to without finding anything spicy, Miranda finally turned her attention to the browser. It landed her on a search engine, as was to be expected. She, however, began by rifling through the bookmarks, finding links to videos, music and all kinds of mundane stuff. Interspersed between them were links that lead to even more kinky videos, pics and a couple of stories. One drew her attention more than the others however. It led to a profile page on an online smut website, under the username Lye_Ash. There were seemingly at least fifteen chapters of a story by the name of 'Forbidden Love', which appeared to be a fantasy themed lesbian romp, gauging from the tags that accompanied it.
Uninterested and pursing her lips in cringe, the blonde was about to close the window when her eyes were drawn to the third paragraph, by a single name. Miriam. It was way too similar to her own name for her to ignore. Taking a quick glance behind her back, just to confirm that Emily was still struggling with the ropes and grinding her sensitive nub onto the knot to notice anything, she set about reading. Sentence after sentence, she was drawn in more and more, following the adventures of Duchess Lyene Ash and her submissive handmaid Miriam as they got into one sexy situation after another. It didn't take long for Miranda to notice the similarities between the physical appearance of the characters and the two teammates. Her jaw kept dropping more and more as she read on, her fingers finding their way down to her clit once more. Lines turned to paragraphs and into pages, with the girl getting more and more lost.
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It was only after her incessant teasing of her own clit brought her to an orgasm that Miranda stopped reading. She'd gone deep, reading at least a dozen chapters of the stuff. It wasn't particularly well written, or all that original, and the dialogue was a bit off sometimes. But the erotic scenes were what kept her going. The protagonists were clearly her and Emily, but with the power dynamics switched around. She'd never imagined that her teammate harbored such desires for her; well, after today, maybe not the dominant kind.
Recuperating from the snap back to reality, Miranda heard the whimpers coming from behind her. As she turned, she realized that there was no sunlight coming in from the window anymore, before she laid eyes upon the athletic girl, which was seemingly still struggling to save her sex and rosebud from the torment of their bindings and insertions. Checking the laptop's clock, she figured it had been at least an hour since Emily had been left to suffer in her predicament.
A pang of guilt rose up from the blonde's chest as she stood up with the intent to release the bonds. She stopped a couple of steps short however, as she noticed Emily begin to gyrate her hips, grinding her crotch into the rope and softly moaning as the hook dug deeper into her rectum. Standing there in awe, the blonde watched the athletic girl ride the rope with increasing speed, frantically panting as she did, working up to an orgasm. And apparently, this wasn't the first time she'd done so as Miranda was distracted, judging by the trail of excitement running down her belly and pooling between her breasts. The feeling of guilt began to subside in Miranda, and she crossed her arms under her ample breasts, considering what to do next...
-Option B: Remove Emily's blindfold just as she climaxes, catching her red-handed.
It didn't take long for the struggling girl to pick up the pace into a frantic rhythm, all but indicating she was closing in. With one rapid motion, Miranda closed the distance to the bed, hooking a finger under Emily's blindfold and pulling up. The bound girl squinted for a second or two, before grinding to a halt, a shocked expression painted on her features. A deep red blush spread out from her cheeks, as she gave the blonde an uneasy smile behind her gag. The bully folded her arms under her breasts again, cocking her head to the side as she gave the bound girl the stink eye.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" She asked, tilting her waist to the side.
Emily was silent for a moment, still blushing deeply from being caught red-handed a second time in just one day, but swallowed hard against the plastic phallus in her mouth, trying to make her words coherent. Miranda tried to discern what was being said, but quickly gave up, electing to pull the gag free, letting a small amount of saliva dribble down the girl's chin.
"You left me here!" Emily said, having worked her jaw a bit first. "What was I spo'sed to do?"
It was Miranda's turn to blush and look away, as the guilt rose up inside her chest again. Her stance relaxed a bit, though she kept her arms folded in front of her as she responded in a softer tone.
"I never left the room. I wouldn't leave you alone, I'm not that irresponsible."
"It sure felt like you did." Emily said, her tone also softening. "Look, I...uh. I'm not saying I didn't enjoy this, but could we maybe... I don't know, take a break?"
Miranda stayed silent.
"I'm sore all over," the bound girl continued. "And I'm sticky from sweat and... you know."
"What if I like you sticky?" Miranda whispered.
"Huh?" Emily half-grinned. "Well, that would explain why you chased me out of the showers earlier."
"It's not my fault you had a plug up your ass and messed up practice!" Miranda blurted out. "Who does that?"
"I-I was just... curious how it would feel, I guess." Emily's flustered state deepened. "Bu-But how did you kn-"
"I found it in your bag." the blonde cut her off, before realising how that made her look. "It was just laying there... and I..."
"And I'm sure that's how you got my phone pin too?"
"Hey, that's on you! Who puts the literal first guess anyone would make as their pin?"
"How... How do you know my birthday then? Or my address for that matter?" Emily asked, the shadow of a frown forming on her forehead, now that her mind had finally cleared.
"I checked your socials, dumbass." Miranda's lie spilled naturally through her teeth.
By the way Emily was left speechless, the bully figured her bluff had worked. Maybe her teammate was the kind of person that put up her own personal information with no regards as to who might be watching. Her control of the situation had been shaken, but she was slowly regaining ground. She took a confident step forward, arm outstretched and reaching for the gag when the bound girl spoke again.
"Why are you here?"
Miranda froze in place. In all her excitement for her find, she'd not taken the time to think up some excuse. It was too late to act like she was here to make amends, having done all she had done already, and she couldn't act like it was a coincidence either. Her mind ran at a thousand miles per hour, trying to figure out some convincing lie as the girl stared at her, her salacious pose throwing a wrench into her gears. Then, the simplest answer came to her.
"I came to... talk to you."
