The Retreat

The Retreat

Chapter 1

Sara's head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

As she slowly started to wake up, trickles of memory began to filter through her brain. She remembered feeling the butterflies in her stomach as she leaned in for a slow, deep, passionate kiss. Her mouth twitched into a smile as she recalled feeling her hands slowly caressing her thighs and then...

She was suddenly aware of a dull pain in both her shoulders and hips, and she opened her eyes with a start and a muffled groan. Shock turned to panic as she realized that she couldn't move. She frantically looked at her hands and feet and found them bound tightly to a large wooden X-cross. Her head swung as she scanned the room in a panic and saw HER. The drop-dead gorgeous blonde from last night! The woman sat with her legs crossed out before her, sipping a glass of red wine. She was wearing a black leather bikini and looked even more beautiful than Sara remembered.

"What is happening!?" Sara managed to stammer, as the shock began to take hold of her.

"Don't you remember? You told me that I could do WHATEVER I wanted with you," the woman chuckled softly.

That was when it all came flooding back at once. Sara remembered meeting Leah at the bar and instantly being drawn toward her. She didn't typically go for women (most of the time), but Leah was different. Alluring, beautiful, and damn sexy. But Leah had approached her first. Sara felt like a schoolgirl again when her crush would talk to her.

Leah had ordered drinks and led Sara back to a table in the corner. Sara remembered talking and laughing with Leah all night. She recalled feeling excited and happy when Leah asked her to come over to her place. She remembered making out in the cab and then being led into Leah's bedroom. She could still feel Leah's touches and kisses on her body.

Then it came to her. She had begged Leah to use her body for her pleasure, to do anything and everything Leah wanted to do. She must have blacked out after that. She wasn't sure just how much she had to drink, but figured it must have been enough for her to pass out.

"I remember," Sara said, with a voice filled with anticipation of what was to come.

Leah smiled in a sexy, mischievous way. "Good. Here are the rules. You speak only when spoken to. You address me as Mistress, or my lady, and you cum ONLY when I tell you to. There are no safe words. You are done when I'm satisfied. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Sara said, almost gleefully.

"Then let us begin," Leah said, as she set her wine glass down.

She stood up and walked slowly toward Sara. She started slowly, gently caressing Sara's breasts with her fingertips. Sara's skin tingled as she felt Leah's eyes scanning up and down her body. Her breath caught as Leah leaned in and took a nipple into her mouth. Leah pulled back and placed a gentle hand on Sara's face.

"Do you like that, my little pet?" she cooed.

"Yes, my lady," Sara breathed.

"That's a good girl," Leah smiled.

Leah began to flick Sara's neck with her tongue as her hand slid down her belly and began to tease her already wet pussy. Leah's fingers sent electricity coursing through her, and she twitched involuntarily.

"Mmmmmm, someone's eager," Leah moaned.

Leah's fingers expertly spread Sara's pussy lips apart, and slid a single finger deeply inside. Sara groaned in pleasure. This woman, so beautiful and sexy, knew exactly how to use her fingers. And Sara wanted more.

"You ARE going to be a good pet for me, aren't you?" Leah asked.

"Yes, my lady." Sara breathed.

Leah's smile grew wider and her eyes sparkled in delight. "That's good. I think we will both enjoy this very much."

She knelt before Sara and slowly moved her face close to her pussy. Her tongue flicked her inner thighs as Sara moaned and gasped. Sara could feel her hot breath on her skin. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. Sara desperately wanted, no NEEDED, Leah's tongue to lick her clit. She shifted her hips closer to Leah's mouth. Sara stopped breathing for a moment as she felt Leah's mouth envelop her clit. Leah's tongue worked slowly around as shuddered. Waves of pleasure swept throughout Sara's body, as Leah brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh god! Please make me cum!" Sara begged, hoarsely. It was too much for her to bear, and she cried out as she came, an orgasm ripping through her.

Leah stopped and quickly stood up. Without warning, Leah hauled back and slapped Sara hard across the face. While her head was still ringing, and the shock of being slapped set in, Sara felt Leah grab her by the throat and force her head up, cutting off her air and choking her.

"I didn't tell you you could cum. I also didn't permit you to speak. You will be punished for that," Leah hissed in her ear.

Sara's mind was numb. She couldn't breathe and she somehow felt even more turned on than before. She wanted more.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Sara managed to croak.

SLAP. Another hard slap across the face. Sara tasted a little blood after that last blow, which sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her pussy was practically dripping by then.

"I didn't give you permission to speak," Leah said, coldly. "Now, I trust there won't be any more disruptions?"

What the hell is going on!?

Sara thought frantically.

Why is this so fucking hot!?

"No, Mistress."

Leah stood, staring at Sara hanging on the St. Andrews cross, her arms crossed under her breasts for a moment. Then without a word, Leah walked over to a table on the other side of the room. She paused and glanced over the various dildos, vibrators, whips, oils, and other sex toys. Leah reached down to grab something, then paused.

"Hmmm... no. Aaah, yes. That'll do perfectly," she said, in a sinister tone.

Leah returned to Sara with a pair of small clamps in her hands, and without another word, roughly placed one on each of her erect nipples. Sara gasped and whimpered at the exquisite pain as the clamps pinched her nipples.

"Now... where was I?" Leah mused. "Aaah, yes..."

She knelt once again and thrust her face back into Sara's pussy. Her tongue flicked wildly, hungrily across her clit. Sucking, licking, and lapping, driving Sara into a frenzy of pleasure. The nipple clamps, along with Leah's tongue, made thinking near impossible. She only knew she couldn't cum yet and didn't want to. She wanted to make Leah happy. So she gasped, squirmed, and moaned, letting Leah have her way with her, and fought desperately not to cum. After an eternity of pleasure. Leah stopped and stood up. Sara was relieved for a moment, as she clung sweating, gasping, and shaking to the X. She didn't cum, despite desperately needing to. And she had made Leah happy.

"Now there's a good girl,"she cooed.

Damn!

Sara thought.

Being called a good girl by this goddess is enough to make me cum by itself!

Leah moved close and gently kissed Sara, letting Sara taste her pussy on her lips.

"Did my little pet enjoy herself?" Leah asked, quietly.

"Yes, my lady."

"See, it's much more fun when you don't cum right away, isn't it?"

"Yes, my lady."

"Would you like to cum for me now?"

"Yes please, my lady."

"Good girl."

Leah walked back to the table and grabbed one of the many dildos there. A thick double cock. Sara's pussy pulsed at the thought of it deep inside her. Leah picked up a bottle of lube and slowly dripped it onto the cocks. Mimicking a hand job, she coated both dildos with the lube while walking slowly back to where Sara hung. She knelt once again, and slowly slid the double dildo across Sara's throbbing pussy. Sara wiggled in anticipation, her breath catching. Sara felt the dildo teasing her asshole and clenched. Leah carefully slipped one thick cock into her asshole and the other into her waiting pussy. Sara gasped loudly as both her holes were filled. While Leah moved the dildo in and out of her, she leaned forward and once again began to lick and suck on her clit.

Sara's gasps and moans filled the room as Leah drove her to new, unexplored heights of pleasure. She had had anal sex before and enjoyed it, but never both her ass and her pussy had been fucked at the same time. Let alone while her clit was being sucked on. It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours. Sara lost all track of time and any sense of reality. The pleasure was too intense and she needed to cum. She let go with a loud cry as her pussy and asshole clenched tightly on the dildo.

"Oh fuck!!!" Sara screamed, as she came.

It seemed like it went on forever. A never-ending orgasm that obliterated everything. After an age, she felt the dildo being withdrawn, and Leah's tongue ceased licking her clit. As Sara hung, gasping and struggling to breathe, from the immensity of what just happened, another hard slap crashed into her face. Then another. And another. She hung limply as her face fell on fire, tears beginning to leak from her eyes. She felt her face begin to swell where she had been slapped. That was going to bruise.

Leah stood looking angry at Sara. "You will learn your place, slut," she growled. "How many times do I need to tell you not to speak?"

Leah stalked back to the table and quickly found what she was looking for. She held up a rectangular black box and pressed a button on the side. An electric blue spark jumped up from the end of it. Without a word, Leah pressed the end of the box against Sara's ribs and pressed the button.

A piercing screech arose from Sara's throat. The intense pain mixed and melded with the divine pleasure that the taser produced in her body-- Sara couldn't help it. She had no control over her own body this time. Another orgasm swept through her. And her mind went blank.

She awoke sometime later. Still hanging from the wooden X-cross, her body drenched in sweat. She twitched uncontrollably as spasms of pain and pleasure still danced inside her body. Her breath was labored and heavy.

Jesus Christ! What the fuck was that!?

She thought.

She didn't know it was possible to become unconscious from an orgasm. But she knew she had loved every second of it, and despite the pain, wanted even more. Leah stood simply in front of Sara as she twitched and heaved, gasping for air. The pain quickly began to fade, and along with it the pleasure. Sara shakily drew a deep breath and licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come. She wanted more. The eagerness sparkling in her eyes as she looked at Leah just standing there.

Come on, bitch. Give me more!

Sara growled in her head. As much as she wanted it, she dared not give voice to her thoughts.

"I think that's enough for now," Leah finally said, after a time.

She moved behind the cross where Sara hung, and activated some sort of switch and with a click, all four restraints popped open at once, throwing Sara crashing to the floor. A soft moan threatened to escape her lips as she hit the rough concrete floor hard. She tried to push herself up to a sitting position, but her arms and legs wouldn't work. The pain in her shoulders and hips flared up after being forgotten while being pleasured and tortured on that X. So she lay there, panting, enjoying the soothing coolness of the floor, and waited.

After a minute, Leah knelt in front of her, gently brushed away the sweaty and matted hair from her face, and offered a water bottle. Sara simply nodded, and after a brief struggle, managed to get the opening to her mouth. She greedily chugged the water as Leah stroked her head and murmured that she had been a very good girl. Sara almost choked when she heard those words. At Leah's pronouncement of being a good girl, Sara felt... pleased. She had made Leah proud. The thought sent tiny ripples of a new kind of pleasure sweeping through her body. Sara gulped the last of the water and let her head fall back to the cool floor once again. After a moment of trying to catch her breath, Sara weakly raised her head to look at the beautiful Leah once again.

Everything seemed so blurry. She tried to move, but felt as if her body had been bound once again. Darkness started to creep into her vision, as Leah's whispers of, "That's my good girl," began to sound distant and distorted. Sara's eyes fluttered shut as she fell asleep and let the blackness overtake her.

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