Fannie stumbles and stumbles through the foggy darkness, having no sense of direction at all. She couldn't remember how she can get to this situation, she just wants to run away from it all...
Her body clad only in her black satin panties, tired and violated, her senses in a state of confusion...
She needed help, but who could help her right now? This eerie place, where is this?
"Fannie, it's alright... come to me... you are safe now..."
Fannie could recognize this voice, its Agnes! Faintly making out the direction of the silhouette, Fannie struggles towards it in an attempt to be reunited with Agnes.
As the sight of Agnes face looms into view, Fannie's knees gave way and collapses into Agnes's strong arms, her eyes filled with tears.
"It's alright now... you are safe..." Agnes gently stroked the flowing tresses of Fannie as she comfort the trembling figure in her embrace.
Fannie looks up wearily into Agnes's eyes, "Thank you mistress, thank you for helping me... I had a really rough time out there and I thought I would be..." Fannie was suddenly cut off by the soft lips of Agnes on hers, kissing away passionately.
Fannie felt intoxicated by the kiss. It was so soothing, so natural, and so sweet. She could taste the sweet saliva, the soft massaging lips of Agnes as she coax her to open her mouth to let her tongue in. She could feel the full breasts of Agnes covered by a layer of leather rubbing against her bare breasts as they slowly gyrates their bodies to a natural rhythm of heat and passion.
"But how... why..." Fannie thought, "but it felt nice, loving and peaceful..." as she slowly succumbs to the act of love by Agnes as her hands slowly roam around her scantily clad body, slowly kneading her breasts gently. Fannie could sense the buildup in her loins again, the sensations on her lips, on her tongue and the soft pinching and kneading of her breasts was getting her really wet and hot...
With their tongues entwining and seeking each other out, Fannie could feel herself melting inside her. All the taboo about lesbianism, to hell with it all! Right now, she just wants to be loved and comforted.
Agnes slowly slide one hand down the back of Fannie's slender back and coming to rest itself on her smooth butt. Grabbing one of the tender cheeks, she slowly kneaded the flesh, sending a wave of pleasure through Fannie.
As her pussy grew wet again, she just want this moment to last forever, no one has ever caressed her like this in a long time.
"Let me cleanse your body of all the dirt my dear.", saying this, Agnes broke off the kiss and started kissing all over Fannie's face, down to her neck, stopping to nibble at the sensitive crevices...
Agnes kissed her way down to her breasts, holding both of them up with her hands, and licking the deep valley in between them. Fannie closed her eyes and just let her idol make love to her.
And when Agnes hands reached the crotch of her wet panties, Fannie exploded...
"Ha ha... looks like this slut is enjoying it isn't it?" the loud voice of Hazel sounded at the side of Fannie's helpless body.
"Wha... what...?" Fannie was finally waking up from her daze.
She realized it was all just a wet dream she was having and her situation hasn't changed a single bit, in fact, she found herself in a worse situation than before as both Hazel and Beatrice stood naked before her.
Although she was still chained up in the same position, Fannie is thoroughly wet in some kind of liquid that is making her light-headed and she seems to be losing her inhibitions, turn on to be exact. Her nipples felt sensitive and very erect in her topless state and her pussy felt so wet and it seems like her juices would never stop flowing out of her.
"What have you all done to me?" she groaned.
"Aww, its just a little encouragement from us, a little spice to keep you going for what's going to come next..." replies Beatrice slyly.
Fannie's pussy felt like melting, she wants to touch herself there and then. All her mind is filled with, are ideas of pleasuring herself. No longer does she feel the shame of pleasuring herself in front of her captors, no longer does she restricts herself from entertaining forbidden thoughts. She just wants relief from the heat she is feeling throughout her body.
"This would help you." Beatrice bends forward and starts rubbing her panty clad pussy again, her fingers exploring the contours of her labia.
"No... Mmm..." Fannie moaned weakly, the sensations too much for her as her knees shiver and grow weak. She felt herself giving in to the pleasure, her hips naturally arches itself upwards, wanting to catch her erected clitoris on Beatrice's fingers.
And Beatrice found the hard nub protruding from her panties and starts rubbing across the smooth surface, eliciting more moans from Fannie.
Hazel also lay down on the floor beside her ample boobs and started running her tongue along the heaving contours, licking under and around her mounds, just short of missing her erected nipples.
"Bitch, do you love it?" asks Beatrice as she looks at Fannie's pleasured expressions.