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The legacy -- Chapter 2
A love bondage story continues about two women who are closing the estate of a relative when the true inheritance is discovered.
Emma's reactions to that were genuine. Shock. Astonishment. Amazement. She was watching her dead sister tying up a woman. Spanking her. Fingering her. The video rolled to a stop. I reached over her shoulder. Her mouth was half open, still staring at the screen. I rolled the second one before she had got hold of herself. The one with the same woman, hands tied behind her. Eating Grace's pussy out. Grace pulling on her hair. Grace coming.
To be frank, I stood carefully behind Emma as she watched. I really was wondering about myself at this point. Why this particular video got to me so much. It just did. As it ran, I leaned back against the wall behind Emma and snuck my fingertips under the leather crotch piece on my suit and secretly diddled my clit as I watched it again over Emma's shoulder. Eventually it ended. I was pretty het up again by now.
I leaned forward again and a tiny bit shocked to see that Emma's fingers had been resting in her own lap. She moved them swiftly away when the reality of me leaning over her intruded. There was a guilty start too, quickly suppressed.
I pretended not to notice my BFF had been touching herself watching her sister dominating another woman though it affected me.
I opened another file with a male and female name. I got a different one this time. A big black man with a tremendous erection was standing between Grace's spread legs, one of which he held in each hand by its ankle. He was panting like a bellows and, though the angle could not actually show it very well, clearly riding Grace in the missionary position. She was breathing hard too and moaning as she looked over at another woman, a kind of slutty looking black woman with a short nap haircut and big round dangling earrings, most likely in her thirties, who was tied to a chair beside them. The woman was staring closely at Grace being fucked. She had her legs tied wide up to the supports for the chair's arms and you could make out the head of a purple vibrating penis shoved inside her. It was clearly on. She was moaning continuously and desperately pulling against the ropes holding her to the chair. Straining the muscles on her arms and legs. Fighting her bondages. Rotating her hips in circles almost frantically and watching the man doing Grace.
"Come for us, you hot bitch! Come for us!" Grace yelled over at her.
Chair-woman was obviously close and this verbal prodding was what she wanted because chair tied woman began to shake her head from side to side frantically. Desperately screaming and cursing to the room about how a 'white bitch' was taking her husband. Fucking him. My own clit pulsed when she shouted out, "Using my man's cock while I'm helpless to stop them!"
That seemed to set her husband off too and he pumped a few more times and gave a continuous guttural groan. Driving in and out hard and clearly emptying himself. He then flopped down on top of Grace. He was a big man. I thought he would crush her. Grave glanced at the camera over his shoulder though. She was smiling. She was proud of herself. As if she had staged a theater production. She had just made two people come too. One without even touching her. Pride was written all over her face.
Emma was breathing unevenly. Squirming about. I switched over to another couple of other females being used by Grace, including the one with the skinny woman abusing the girl on their own.
Emma watched for a couple minutes more and then suddenly sobbed, stood and gathered me up in her arms. I held her and held her and she held me back. It went on for a long time. Many minutes. Beginning almost spastically and ending with her relaxing and the waterworks stopping. All good things must end. She stepped back and wiped the heels of her hands across her eyes.
"Sorry, Honey." She said contritely. "This whole business has been hard on me..." Then she surprised me. "Until now."
I replied super intelligently.
"Uh...I..."
She looked at me. She was only an inch taller than me. Essentially, we were the same height. She gazed into my eyes. They sparkled suddenly. They had gone gorgeous green. I stared at her face there, a few inches from mine. I realized I felt nothing but love for her. She was my BFF for sure. She cupped my face in her hands and I melted.
"You are so wonderful! Thank you."
I knew I felt the same and fell into her arms again. It took a couple minutes, but I became aware again of those big breasts of her pressing into me. I felt her kiss my forehead. I smiled up at her unevenly. I did not want to stop holding her.
She stared down at me.
Weirdly, this time her honest, loving look made me nervous somehow. On edge. She could see the nervousness. She stepped back and picked up the key ring.
"Let's see what Grace has behind the locked door number one. Shall we?"
I grinned. She had instantly defused my apprehension.
"Sure."
We walked down to the last bedroom. She tried two or three keys and found the right one. We walked in. I am not sure what I was expecting, but both Emma and I stopped and gasped at the same time.
Grace had lengthened this room
I contained a wide bed between two curtained windows. In addition, she had used two by fours to create a big crossed 'X' fixed to the wall just inside the door with heavy metal rings at top and bottom. There was some kind of padded frame in one corner, also built of two by fours. There were two chairs, one also of two by fours, the other a solid antique piece. There were built-in cupboards and cubby holes along one wall that contained lots more stuff, most of which can be found on internet sites. The ones I could identify easily were butt plugs, dildoes, hoods and gags. Then there was some kind of reinforcement on the ceiling too with hooks and clips hangings down.
Emma was staring at that set up intently.
After seeing the room, I realized where the videos we had viewed had been shot. It was... well it was like some kind of dungeon. A sex dungeon or something.
I turned around and studied the wall to the right of the door. It was about right for the angle most of the videos that we had watched had been shot from. There were a couple of mounts there to hold cell phones and a mirror and some lighting and lighting controls. Grace had built the place with filming in mind, which partially explained the movies on the computer.
I turned to find Emma staring right at me.
She had this odd look on her face that stopped me.
Then she smiled. A really odd smile. One that I had never seen before. One that made me uncomfortable again. She walked around me to the door and closed it slowly. As if making it clear she was closing it rather than just securing it. All the while watching me.
It crashed in on me then that I was now trapped in a sex dungeon with a woman in a dominatrix outfit and me wearing a leather kink set of clothes.
"Grace had been busy..." I said, feeling incredibly nervous for some reason.
