Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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"No... no, no, no, NO!" Robin blurted out, before continuing, "Absolutely not. Not again. Last time was bad enough. And that was a mission. But this..."
Robin had a bad feeling this was where things were going when her girlfriend insisted on her coming over after school, so they could get dressed for their night out with Eddie and Steve. But, despite everything she'd done to her lately during sex, Robin hadn't thought that Nancy Wheeler could be this cruel. Cruel enough to try and put her in, that thing again. As if the last time hadn't been bad enough.
Although, that had been worse, because this was before the brunette had decided to make a move on her, or even figured out the redhead was a lesbian. So Nancy had spent so, so long dolling her up, casually giving the poor lesbo all these little touches, which had no idea was torturing her. Although maybe this was worse, because this time her girl knew this was torture for her.
There a long pause, then Nancy gently pushed, "Please?"
"No!" Robin insisted, covering her face quickly, "Not this time. You're not going to look at me with those big doe eyes, and talk me into doing whatever you want. You won't!"
"But Robin... it would make me so, happy." Nancy said in a calm voice, which was somehow far more effective than yelling, "Don't you want to make me happy?"
"Of course I do, but..." Robin whined.
"And you said you'd do anything for me." Nancy pointed out.
"Yeah, but there has to be a limit." Robin argued.
Which actually cause Nancy to smile a bit, and raised an eyebrow as she questioned, "And looking smart is your limit?"
"Is that what we're call this?" Robin grumbled, looking down at the outfit she had been forced to wear to that insane asylum, just lying on Nancy's bed, tormenting her.
"Yes." Nancy chuckled, before apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm just trying to get my head around the idea that sticking my finger up your ass wasn't going too far, but this is."
Which of course made Robin blush, before she protested, "That was different. And you know it."
"Yeah, it is." Nancy grinned, stepping forward as she teased, "One, is you just wearing a skirt. The other-"
"It's not just a skirt!" Robin complained, then grumbled, "It's a torture device. And so is all that other shit."
"Sometimes, a little pain can be worth it in the end." Nancy smiled suggestively.
"Not to me." Robin grumbled, trying and failing not to think about Nancy Wheeler teasing her to the point of insanity, before making it worth it, "Look, I just don't want to wear it. Please be okay with that? Please?"
"But don't you want to look good on our double date?" Nancy grinned.
I told you, it's not a double date." Robin whined, before quickly adding, "And do you know what Steve and Eddie will think if they see me wearing that thing?"
"That you're mine?" Nancy said lustfully, before adding, "And that you would do anything for me?"
"Yeah..." Robin blushed, "And is that the message we should be sending to your ex-boyfriend, and my best friend?"
"I'm pretty sure we give off that vibe every time we're out together." Nancy said dryly, then adding cheerfully, "This will just help enhanced that, and lay the groundwork for telling Steve the truth."
"You say that like it's easy." Robin grumbled, before again trying to put her foot down, "Look, I'm not wearing it. Ever. And there's nothing you can say to make me."
Which they both instantly knew was a big mistake on Robin's part, as Nancy simply grinned and told her while stepping forward again, "Well, we can spend the rest of the time waiting for the boys arguing about this, or... I can finger you, while you're wearing that skirt. See if I can make you cum before they get here. And given the last time I fucked you... I give you about five minutes. If you're good."
Which in turn, had Robin whimpering in defeat, then after a long pause whining, "Fine! But no redoing my make-up this time."
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"Ha ha ha ha, oh my God, Buckley, what are you wearing?" Eddie burst out laughing.
Poor Robin blushed furiously, and lowered her head. She wouldn't care as much, if she had been allowed to cum, but no, Nancy just had to insist on taking her time, which very much included doing Robin's make-up. It was foolish to believe she could convince her otherwise. And if that wasn't enough, Nancy gleefully made it as torturous as possible, by giving Robin lots of little touches, which she knew drove her crazy.