Thief in the Night

Author Note: Thank you to the reader who requested this story, it was fun writing something so different from my usual!

Just a heads up going in - this story is FFF, there are no males involved whatsoever, so if you're looking for MF, this is not the story for you.

Hope you enjoy!

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Gina lay back on the bed, arching as her girlfriend, Carrie, began to kiss her way down Gina's body. She loved watching Carrie moving over her... even though Carrie was four inches shorter than Gina and delicately boned, when they were lying down in bed, none of that mattered. Carrie was still in charge and she managed to make Gina feel both small and delicate, even though she was bigger and sturdier.

With her pale blonde hair that went just past her shoulders and big blue eyes, Carrie looked like an angel come to life, her ivory skin a gorgeous contrast to Gina's caramel hue. They weren't quite night and day, more like vanilla and chocolate-caramel. Gina had short, dark brown hair that she wore in a pixie cut and dark brown eyes to match. Looking at them, people always assumed that she was the 'butch' one, just because of her size, even though she always dressed in pretty, floral dresses and high heels. They'd be shocked to know how much she got off on Carrie bossing her around in bed.

"Mmm, that's it baby... put your hands up above your head." Carrie tongued around Gina's brown nipple, making the little bud pucker even tighter as it anxiously begged for attention. "I want to use the cuffs tonight."

Just the thought made Gina's pussy even wetter. She loved being totally at Carrie's mercy, and she obligingly put up her hands, curling her fingers around the vertical bars in the headboard. Instead of cuffing her right away, Carrie sucked Gina's nipple between her pink lips as a reward for obedience. Whimpering, Gina tightened her fingers around the bars. Whenever Carrie did this, she wanted to slide her fingers through the blonde mass of Carrie's hair, but that wasn't part of the game tonight...

Instead, she had to wait, moaning and lifting her hips, trying to get more contact between her body and Carrie's, as her girlfriend hovered over her on all fours, sucking and nibbling on her nipple until it felt like it had swollen to twice its size while its partner ached for similar attention. Her fingers felt like they were going to break off the bars of the headboard... but of course they wouldn't. They'd had this bed specially made when they first moved in together, so that they could play their games and not have to worry about whether or not the furniture could stand up to them. The bars were wood, but they had a steel core and there was no way Gina could break them.

When Carrie lifted her head again, her blue eyes were flashing with hot desire, and she quickly secured Gina's wrists in their favorite pair of leather cuffs with the soft fur lining, the chain between them going around the slats so that Gina wouldn't be able to lower her arms even if she wanted to. Pausing to tweak Gina's nipple - the one she hadn't been sucking on - Carrie moved down to Gina's legs and put cuffs on them as well, spreading Gina's ankles wide and securing them to the bed, rendering her completely helpless.

Excitement pulsed through Gina as her girlfriend moved back up on top of her and latched onto Gina's neglected nipple with her mouth, fingers sliding between Gina's thighs and up to her pussy lips. She was almost completely shaven, except for a small strip on the top of her mound, and she moaned as Carrie's fingers played over her bare flesh, teasing the sensitive area but not dipping between the wet lips.

"Please, Carrie, touch me," Gina begged, her hips lifting as a physical counterpart to her need. "Put your fingers in me, I need it so bad."

Carrie bit down on Gina's nipple, making her gasp and writhe, as her fingers suddenly slid over Gina's clit and between her soaked pussy lips. The little snap of pain, combined with the heady pleasure of Carrie's fingers stroking her pussy, had Gina's head spinning. It felt so good... she tugged on her restraints, her arousal increasing as her movement was restricted by the cuffs.

Three of Carrie's fingers pushed inside of her, stretching her inner muscles and making her cry out as Carrie began kissing down the soft slope of her stomach; hot, little kisses that tickled and aroused at the same time.

"Oh yes..." Gina shuddered as Carrie's tongue slid around her clit, her fingers moving slowly, rhythmically. "Faster, please, Carrie!"

Her plea was ignored, as she'd known it would be, but she'd had to make it anyway. When Gina was tied up, Carrie liked to take her time... it wasn't unusual for her to whip Gina into a frenzy and then stop just short of giving Gina an orgasm, playing with her in other ways instead, until Gina was practically crying with need. It turned Gina on when Carrie did that - made her wait, even if it drove her crazy while it was happening.

Moaning, Gina lifted her hips up and down, trying to press her clit more firmly against Carrie's tongue, attempting to thrust Carrie's fingers into her. Carrie licked her swollen clit with firm, long strokes, setting Gina's nerves quivering as her orgasm built. Even knowing that it was likely Carrie would pull away before she could climax, Gina couldn't stop herself from trying to build the pleasure faster, her body crying out for it.

Looking down at Carrie's blonde hair bobbing between her legs, her blue eyes staring up the length of Gina's body, watching her with hunger, ass high in the air, always turned Gina on. Right up until a small movement just past Carrie caught her eye, and she screamed - not in pleasure, but in shock and fright, and just a tinge of anger.

Standing in the doorway was a woman, dressed in all black, with a mask over her face. If she hadn't moved, Gina might not have seen her, considering that she was standing in the darkness of their bedroom doorway.

Startled out of her actions, Carrie's head spun around; she was crouched between Gina's legs, fingers still in Gina's wet pussy. Both of them froze as the woman lifted her hand, the dim light of the bedroom glinting off the gun she was holding.

"Don't move," the woman said, her voice husky.

Fear shivered over Gina, cold and sharp, her pussy clenching around Carrie's fingers, which lay still inside of her. Oh god... she was naked and tied to their bed, and Carrie... well Carrie might be the boss in bed, but she was so much smaller than Gina. So much more vulnerable physically.

"I'm not here to hurt you." The woman sounded sincere, although that didn't comfort either Gina or Carrie much. Moving into the room, gun still pointed at them, the woman walked around to the side of the bed, keeping her distance. She was at least five feet away. Even if Carrie lunged for her, there was no way she would reach the woman without being shot. And Gina... Gina was worse than useless in this situation. "Keep going."

"Keep going?" Gina squeaked out, totally taken off guard.

"Yes," the woman said, her voice even huskier. She waved the gun at Carrie. "Keep fucking your girlfriend. I want to watch."

Oh god... Gina shuddered. The invasion of their privacy like this was... and yet, what else could they do. Carrie looked at her, eyes apologetic, and Gina nodded, giving her girlfriend the permission she needed. What else were they supposed to do? There was a maniac waving a gun at them.

She was sure that the mood had been shattered, but when Carrie leaned down at started licking her clit again, Gina's body was just as quick to get into the groove again. It felt awkward, as she bit back her moans, not wanting the armed intruder to hear her pleasure, uncomfortable with the unintended exhibitionism. Not that the woman was even looking at Gina's face; her eyes were locked onto Gina's pussy and Carrie's moving lips and tongue, Carrie's fingers as they moved in and out of Gina's body.

Closing her eyes, Gina turned her head away from the woman... maybe she should just get off, then maybe the woman would leave them alone. Maybe she just wanted to see what a lesbian couple was like in bed, and once she had, she would go away.

Pleasure mounted as she tried to convince her mind that nothing was wrong, as she focused on the sensation of Carrie's fingers gliding in and out of her, pressing against her g-spot, and Carrie's tongue swirling around her clit. She moved her hips, her body beginning the climb towards orgasm again... and then suddenly something changed. There was no way to describe what it was, but Gina knew that something was different.

Her eyes snapped open and she gasped as she saw the woman standing beside the bed, standing just behind Carrie and off to the side, her hand behind Carrie's body... and she immediately knew that the woman was fingering Carrie. She was fingering Gina's girlfriend while forcing her to pleasure Gina. Jealousy and anger swept through Gina in a wave, because she knew - she could tell - that Carrie was aroused. That she was receiving pleasure from it. She wasn't angry at Carrie - it wasn't her fault - but her arms ached to be released so that she could rip the woman's hands off of Carrie. The woman stared back at her, looking into Gina's eyes, her arm still moving, as she reached forward and pressed Carrie's face more firmly into Gina's pussy.

Despite the situation, ecstasy ripped through Gina as Carrie responded by pulling Gina's clit into her mouth and sucking on it hard. She cried out, hating herself for it, as she came while the stranger kept fingering Carrie, pressing Carrie's blonde head between Gina's caramel thighs.

"She's a good pussy eater, huh?" The woman asked, pulling her hands away from them as Gina panted for breath, the pleasure dwindling.

Pulling out a pair of metal cuffs, the woman grabbed Carrie's wrists and pulled them behind her, cuffing her hands behind her back. Carrie looked at Gina with a face of shame, and when Gina saw the glossy cream on two of the woman's gloved fingers, she knew why.

"It's okay," she whispered, knowing that the woman could still hear her, but unable to do restrain from at least trying to reassure her girlfriend. "It's okay."

"That's right," said the woman with an encouraging smile - or at least, that's what it looked like she was trying to do. It was hard to tell with the mask covering most of her face. "Everything's going to be okay as long as you do exactly what I tell you to."

The form fitting clothing she wore was all stretchy, as Carrie and Gina immediately found out. She backed away from them and stripped it off easily, revealing a gorgeously curved body. Gina's hourglass figure was better than hers, but she had long, lean muscles that obviously came from working out, and was a definite hottie. Between her legs, her mound was covered with neatly trimmed brown hair, and her nipples were a dark pink color, puckered and erect on her small breasts.

She kept the mask on, which Gina found comforting. Wasn't there something about people not killing you as long as you didn't see their face?

The woman walked back to the bed, her strides casual. Gina hadn't seen where she'd put the gun, but it didn't really matter now. The woman was at least as tall as Gina was, muscled, and moved with the casual grace of an athlete, while Gina was tied down to the bed and Carrie had her hands cuffed behind her back. They were no match for her at all right now.

Pointing at Carrie, who was still kneeling between Gina's legs, the woman ordered, "Get off the bed."

As Carrie did so, the woman slid one hand into Carrie's blonde locks and pushed her down to her knees, right next to the bed. She spread her legs, showing off her shaved labia, putting one leg up on the bed so that Carrie's head was trapped between the mattress and the woman's splayed, wet pussy. The pink lips glistened with arousal, mere centimeters from Carrie's lips.

"Fuck me with your tongue, and your girlfriend doesn't get hurt."

"You don't have to do it!" Gina cried out, struggling against the cuffs binding her, even though she knew it was useless. She shrieked as the woman slapped her splayed pussy, which was swollen and sensitive from her orgasm. The woman's hand landed fully against her lips and clit and it stung and then burned from the impact. More humiliatingly, it made her throb - and not just from discomfort.

It also meant that Carrie was suddenly pressing her face into the woman's pussy, mingling Gina's juices with the woman's. The woman moaned, arching her hips forward so that the back of Carrie's head was pressed against the mattress, her chin tipped back as she energetically licked the woman's slit. Putting her hand on Gina's thigh, the woman slid her fingers up to Gina's pussy and pressed them in; Gina's teeth clenched to keep from crying out, not wanting Carrie to know that the woman was touching her. Carrie was going through enough right now.

"Oh fuck... she is definitely a good little pussy licker, isn't she?" the woman asked the rhetorical question, obviously not actually looking for an answer as she started to finger fuck Gina, enjoying molesting her while being eaten out by her girlfriend.

The worst part was, Gina was already still sensitive, her pussy still wet from Carrie's ministrations, and the woman was in possession of very talented fingers. She might be distracted by Carrie's tongue in her pussy, but she was able to focus well enough to hit all the right spots in Gina's tight sheath. Her fingers were longer than Carrie's going deeper, twisting and then pulling back out before delving back in. It was a violation that had Gina struggling against the pleasure, hating that she was feeling anything of the sort She clenched her jaw shut, not wanting Carrie to know what was happening, but that didn't stop the rising pleasure.

She could look away, but she couldn't stop hearing the woman's moans and the sound of Carrie's slurping tongue, couldn't stop feeling the fingers that were thrusting inside of her, and couldn't stop the orgasm that was building inside of her.

By the time the woman screamed out her orgasm, Gina's pussy was swollen and dripping, her body on edge with the need to cum... but as the woman had gotten closer to her own climax, she'd become less invested in fingering Gina, leaving her hanging. She actually almost whimpered when the woman's hand withdrew, without finishing her off.

"Damn that was good," the woman said, dragging Carrie up by her hair and bringing her over to Gina's. "Now kiss your girlfriend, so she can taste me on you."

"I'm sorry," Carrie whispered, right before she laid her lips on Gina's. Gina would have told her that it was okay, she didn't blame Carrie for any of this, but Gina's mouth was already on hers, her tongue already seeking Gina's, as if looking for comfort in the kiss. So Gina kissed her back, trying to give Carrie reassurance through their kiss. It wasn't that she didn't care that Carrie tasted of another woman's pussy, but it wasn't Carrie's fault.

Then Carrie was pulled away, rolled over onto the bed beside Gina, her arms still trapped behind her back, which thrust her breasts up towards the ceiling. Gina started to yell, but the woman shoved a gag into her mouth almost immediately. They had it for play time, but rarely ever used it; now all Gina could do was glare as the woman snapped it securely in place. It was a small ball gag that muffled any noises Gina made, but didn't choke her. She ran her tongue over the smooth rubber, an automatic reaction.

"You be nice and quiet while I give your girlfriend a reward," the woman said, patting the top of Gina's mound. Gina made a muffled sound of denial that was ignored as the woman crawled onto the bed, pushing Carrie's legs apart and pinning her down. Carrie struggled some, but weakly... she was outweighed and outmuscled, as well as obviously exhausted from her exertions so far.

Gina's arms jerked on the chains again as the woman lowered her mouth to Carrie's pussy, pushing her arms underneath Carrie's thighs so that her hands could slide up to Carrie's breasts. She squeezed the soft mounds, pinching Carrie's pretty pink nipples into hard little buds, as she started eating Carrie out with obvious enjoyment.

Even though she knew it would get her nowhere, Gina couldn't help but struggle. She hated seeing another woman's hands and mouth on Carrie's body, hated the guilt and pleasure in Carrie's eyes, hated the fact that her own body was still aroused and that seeing Carrie writhe pleasure for someone else didn't diminish it.

"I'm sorry," Carrie said again, her voice higher as she twisted, squirming, obviously trying to get away from the woman. She gasped, her back arching, breasts thrusting upwards as the woman twisted her nipples, dark head moving between Carrie's thighs. "Gina, I'm sorry!"

Making as reassuring noises as she could, Gina shuddered as she watched Carrie's cheeks turn pink, her breathing begin to rapidly escalate as the woman worked her body over, forcing her towards orgasm. Gina already knew exactly how skilled the woman's fingers could be, she didn't doubt her mouth would be any less son, so even though it hurt to see Carrie climaxing for someone else, she knew that Carrie couldn't help it. Especially because Carrie had such a sensitive clit... Carrie liked to take her time playing with Gina's body because it was so easy for Carrie to cum, that was how she extended her own foreplay. If Gina played with Carrie in the same way, she'd be creaming herself in less than a minute. So Gina knew there was nothing Carrie could do against her own body.

Carrie's cried out her orgasm, her body writhing in ecstasy. "Please!" she begged. "Please!" And Gina knew that Carrie was begging the woman to stop. Her orgasms could be very intense and her clit was extremely sensitive after cumming, so Gina always gave her a minute or two to recover before touching her pussy again once Carrie had orgasmed. The woman obviously had no interest in providing such a courtesy - if anything, going by the sadistic hunger in her eyes, she was sucking on Carrie's clit harder than ever, while Carrie thrashed and sobbed with pleasure that had become so intense it was now indiscernible from pain. Gina couldn't help her fascination with seeing the result of Carrie's oversensitive response, even though she knew it wasn't by Carrie's choice.

Her girlfriend's face was now flushed bright red, the color moving all the way down her neck and to her chest, where her nipples were like hard, red cherries between the woman's fingers. Carrie's stomach muscles rippled as she screamed, her head tilting back and tears sliding down her cheeks, her expression caught between ecstasy and horror.

"Stop, stop, please too much!" Carrie sobbed out, her legs struggling to push the woman away, heels kicking up uselessly.

The woman kept at Carrie's pussy for a few more long moments, before finally pulling away, the lower half of her face shiny with Carrie's cream. Relieved, Carrie's muscles all seemed to relax at once as she whimpered, curling into a small ball facing Gina, her entire body quivering with the after effects of her extended forced orgasm. Her blue eyes were glazed and dazed, as if her brain had been as overwhelmed as her body.

"Delightful," the woman said, wiping off her mouth, her eyes gleaming as she looked down at her two conquests. Her eyes roved over Gina's spread and helpless body. "This is the best night I've had in years. I don't even think I'll steal anything from you two, you've been so hospitable... just one last thing before I go."

Gina screamed against her gag as the woman picked up the strap-on dildo waiting on the nightstand. She just laughed as she pressed the smaller of the fake cocks into her own pussy, securing the straps around her and adjusting them since she was both slimmer and taller than Carrie. Fisting the thick rubber cock that jutted out from her body - a pale pink, 7" long rubbery shaft with bumps and ridges decorating its entire length - she knelt between Gina's thighs.