vengeance
...was sweet. Today, Holly'd handed over the power, and it was Rachel's to wield. Now then, what was the most delicious way to make Holly pay for it?...
As Rache watched her bride's sweaty, lust-contorted kisser, she abruptly extracted her fingers. Holly gasped.
"Oh,
SHI—
" she began to exclaim, before Rachel stuffed the same two digits into her mouth, cutting off her expletive. Holly squeaked again, forced to taste her arousal. She fought with defiance, gurgling through Rachel's fingers. Rachel ordered her to suck them off. Now a bit humbled and humiliated, Holly was coerced to obey. But humbling humiliation was kicked to the back of her mind, the fore taken over by what happened next. Rachel culled her open, grabbed her cock, adjusted position, made proper alignment, and commenced penetration. And yanked her fingers out of Holly's mouth just in time.
Holly's jaw slammed shut like an unpropped window. She bared, gritted and gnashed her teeth, this time scrunching her whole face. A pit of fire opened in the mattress and consumed her, as her cunt hungrily gobbled Rachel's dick. She found herself dying to rip her arms off. She also found herself remembering that it wasn't for the first time. So this must've been something like what Rachel felt, virtually every other time they were bondage-intimate. Including, but hardly limited to—
—the time Holly bound Rachel to bed bottom up, straddled her, and performed a spirited bongo solo on her ass cheeks
—the instance she dribbled chocolate syrup down Rachel's ass and pussy, ate her halfway out and decided she was done
—the day she chained Rachel over the balcony, spread her ever-starving ladyhood and teased her with a peacock feather
—the night Holly dangled the vibrator above her coochie, made Rachel push upwards for it, then pulled it just out of reach
—the stint she teased Rachel's nipples to diamond-hardness with ice cubes, then abruptly placed them...
ELSE
where
—the occasion she blindfolded Rachel and Violet-Wanded her at random moments, in random sensitive sweet spots
—the occurrence she vibed Rachel to oblivion, brought her to the edge and suddenly tickled the living hell out of her
—the evening Holly used Rachel's "taco" as a tortilla chip bowl...after smearing her labia with extra spicy hot sauce
—and a wild, impromptu romp involving two lovely words: itching powder
Not to mention my cruel habit of laughing at her while she's going nuts...okay, yeah, I'm a cunt. 'Course, I learned from the
best
...I am a literal Devil's advocate. I deserve whatever she's gonna do to me. Probably shouldn't have gone along with this, but I deserve it. I'm a kinda little devil too, but a good one. I really
am
a good girl. Except of course when I'm a cunt.
Sometimes, thought Holly, being savagely fucked like the animal she was, she wondered how or why Rachel put up with her antics. Maybe Rachel just loved her beyond all bounds and limits, there was all there was to it, and their marriage was to last forever. Holly was thrilled with that arrangement. Or maybe she was such a libidinous nympho, Rachel actually
liked
being toyed and messed with in such devious ways.
Or
maybe she was saving it up for moments like this, when Holly agreed to play the submissive party. And Rachel was about to put
her
through an ordeal the likes of which she'd never known.
UH-oh.
Holly gulped. Her pinched-shut eyes began to water. She clenched and flexed everything to the max: her mitts into fists, her toes into balls, her now drenched red pussy on Rachel's cock. For Rachel's part, she felt flattered. It was always a nice ego boost to drive Holly so hog-wild with her charms and prowess. The girl loved her. And vice versa. Rachel may have been a hardcore sex-a-holic, but no other "sex-a-hol" dealer could give her such a high from the drug but her own bride, Holly Greentree. Not that Rachel wished to see, or "buy" from other dealers. Dick firmly ensconced here in its semi-frequent home, Rache went on thrusting, slinking simultaneously up to lap Holly's body. Unbeknownst to the Holly-doll, Rachel actually did enjoy being so wickedly tormented by her. But still vowed revenge. She just liked to extract it in her own special way. As one of their favorite '90s songs (by the divine Kathryn Dawn Lang) stated, it was time to unleash herself upon her, and free the hounds of chastity. Thrusting still as her own pussy reached the drenching point, Rache grasped Holly's tits,
pressed
her fingers into the lively ripe flesh, and assaulted her lips with a kiss.
Caught off-guard, Holly groaned into the liplock and forced her tongue through. Both mouths opened, and the kiss turned French. Rachel had her pinned down by the tits, and Holly loved it. Rache's own girls wanted some love too, so she positioned them to dance with Holly's, and curled her feet under Holly's calves. Doing best to maintain her penetrating love, Rachel finally palmed Holly's stiffly flexed biceps instead, and settled in.
For the first few years of their coupling, Holly held out for as much foreplay as Rachel was willing to kick in. Holly was truly partial to the dance, as it were, the calm before the storm. Rache required thorough satisfaction and intense orgasms on a daily basis, and was content to skip right to the main event. Holly highly relished making her wait and work for it, knowing Rachel loved her far too much to disobey. And she always delivered when it was finally time. In fact, the more she got away with, the further she pushed the proverbial envelope—in part just to see how much Rache could handle, and in part because it was such great fun. After one session of par
ticular
ly intensive teasing, Holly waited to see if Rachel complained at all, or expressed disapproval. It never happened, so Holly kept going, further and further each time. She was genuinely curious and intrigued. She figured Rachel's libido had to have a "breaking point," and couldn't help wondering where it lay. At the same time, she knew she had to be cautious. Getting up to too much mischief might actually cause a rift in their heavenly union.
Right now, she could focus on naught but the relentless
pounding
inside her. She tried to clench with her pussy, but her autolube rendered it too slippery. Like holding bar soap in the shower, trying to keep it from squirting loose. And,
speaking
of squirting...
Holly hadn't a great deal of time left before she'd be brutally forced to cum. The situation and fate thereof were out of her cuffed, clenched hands. And frankly, she didn't mind. She lay all but literally on fire. Rachel was pretty lit up herself, digits in her own pussy frigging herself, hot on Holly's metaphorical heels. Not minding, though, didn't mean Holly wasn't fighting like mad to get free. She screamed and flailed all over the bed. This made Rachel more and more ecstatic. She relished the hell out of giving "doctor" Holly a taste of her own medicine. It was only out of need for breath Rachel refrained from drowning her in vengeful taunts: "So how do
you
like it, sweetcakes?!" "Little different on
that
end, ain't it, honey bun?!" "Let's see how much cum-control YOU can stand, baby doll!"
While she absolutely loved wielding the power this time, Rachel planned no orgasm abuse or denial for Holly today. She wanted to make and see Holly cum like a geyser, and follow suit. There were two reasons. The first was self-evident. The second was more ulterior and underhanded. It seemed to Rachel her playmate was expecting some form of torment, like those doled out with the roles reversed. But Rachel opted to forego such admonishments. Being bound up and teased or castigated might not be fun for Holly, but would at least make sense. Rachel wanted to play this yet sneakier, and mess with Holly's mind. She'd skip the teasing, shove her right over the edge, make her cum like never before...and thereby keep her wondering just
when
true revenge was to come about. This way, Holly was not—perhaps
never
—abreast of whether in the future she'd be pampered, tortured, or allowed to cum.
Tonight there'd indeed be an Earth-cracking orgasm in store. Holly would not be mistreated, or exactly coddled like a baby either. Rachel gave it all she had, fucking the hell out of her, and sure enough, Holly's appreciation grew. Her face morphed through a dozen contortions of sweet agony, as Rachel draped atop, kissing her, caressing her skin with the hot perfume of her breath. She had to be careful, though, what with Holly whipping her head back and forth, the rest of her body congruently jerking about. She shrieked to high heaven and back, sweat leaking through every pore, soaking the mattress. By her reaction, her wife may as well have been electro-shocking her at dangerous voltage.
There was no real "ouch" factor in play. Neither girl was extremely into pain as a kink, and while Holly's pussy was a bit tight and tender, it could handle their sizable latex phallus. Her cunt loved the full, thorough penetration, and her brain loved that her betrothed Rachel Keri was on the other end. She couldn't imagine doing the deed with anyone except Rachel, and also couldn't imagine life without her. She was Holly's everything. While right now giving her coochie everything it could take.
The wildest passion Holly could pluck from recent memory raged through every cell. Her dark red pussy began to spurt like a leaky hose. She spat a series of swears in and around pleas for final release. She needed to cum. She was
dying
to cum. Rache's dick almost felt as if it were a real cock, "cumming" fiery sparks inside her, hitting every billion-dollar spot. She failed to discern how desperate Holly was. She'd forgotten just how devastating an effect teasing and denial had on her. If Rachel decided to be spiteful and take her orgasm away, Holly wasn't sure what she'd do. She'd probably cry. For about a week.
What Holly didn't know was that she had zip to worry about. But thus unbeknownst, she kept struggling like crazy against the cuffs. The illusory sparks from Rachel's cock picked up intensity, flying through Holly's cunt like protons in particle accelerators. She was about as close as could get while still on edge. If Rachel wished to know how much she could withstand, she'd be about to get her answer. Rache pressed her mitts into the mattress, panting and sweating all over Holly's torso as well. She fulcrumed up, to maintain control of her dildo ramming, just in time to see what happened next.
She could not believe her eyes.
