All characters and situations are fictional.
All characters are above the age of consent.
Any similarities with people or places are simply coincidental.
"I have an idea." Rayann said.
Everyone looked at the skinny girl in the makeshift Harley Quinn costume. She picked up the box that she had carried in from the laundry room earlier. "There are some interesting things in here that we can play with." She offered.
"Like what?" Dee Dee asked.
Whitney squirmed. After being fucked by four men, including once in the ass. And being tit fucked, and tied up like she was with a butt plug shoved up her, she was frightened at what else these people could come up with.
Rayann ran her fingers through the cardboard box. There were a few things in here that reminded her of things she had seen in bondage porn. The small breasted girl was always jealous of big tits, which was one reason she was enjoying watching Whitney getting used. But now she wanted to dish out a little punishment of her own on Whitney's triple-D tits.
Rayann pulled out a small metal binder clip. She held it up and squeezed it, opening the mouth before letting it snap closed. "These will look great on her tits."
"Shit yeah they will." James agreed.
"Damn, how many of those do you have?" Stan asked.
It seemed that everyone except for Whitney liked the idea.
"Hold it a minute." Mark said. Pointing at the rope, he made a suggestion, "Let's tie them big titties up first."
Mark snatched the rope off the floor where they had tossed it after binding Whitney's legs. He straddled the woman's waist and began wrapping it tightly around her left breast, squeezing it as snug as possible, causing her tit to swell as he encircled it multiple times. He then ran it below her right breast and continued doing the same thing there, before bringing it back to the left for another tight loop and once more to the right, then he held the rope so James could cut it with his knife, before tying the rope in place.
Whitney struggled as her tits we're bound tightly, causing them to swell and darken as the blood flow was trapped. Her tits looked like two swollen balloons, defying gravity as the rope bondage forced them to stand straight up.
"Go at her." Mark told Rayann.
"Please don't." Whitney pleaded. Her tits we're already uncomfortable from the rope that bound them.
Rayann lowered the clamp close to Whitney's left tit. "Oh my god, please don't do it!" Whitney begged as she watched the girl squeeze the bracket to open the mouth of the clamp.
She felt the mouth slide over her nipple. Whitney tried to shake her body and get away, but Rayanne grabbed her swollen breast with her left hand, holding it in place. With twisted satisfaction, she released the bracket, allowing the clamp to close.
The binder clamped down on Whitney's nipple, causing her to cry out in pain. "Goddamn you, bitch!" She shouted.
Pleased with the reaction she received, Rayann reached for another binder.
"No, no, please don't." Whitney continued, as she saw the petite blonde closing in on her right breast.
Rayann pinched Whitney's nipple with her left thumb and forefinger. Then pulled it as far as she could, causing Whitney to cry out even more. Rayann gave her nipple a sadistic twist, then pulled it again before putting the mouth of the binder over the nipple and releasing it.
Whitney shook her head, calling out in pain and frustration. "Take them off, oh my god please take them off!"
The pain seemed unbearable. But dispite her discomfort, she saw four hard cocks on the men standing around the bed.
Then Dee Dee was between her legs. "Let's decorate her pussy."
"Oh no, not there!" Whitney pleaded.
Dee Dee grabbed Whitney's left labia and stretched the lip as far as she could, causing Whitney to squirm and buck, cursing at the girl as her flesh was cruelly tugged.
Holding it, she asked for a clamp, which Rayann happily handed to her.
"Oh shit!" Whitney exclaimed as she felt the clamp covering her lip. Dee Dee let it snap closed, and Whitney bounced her ass up and down in response. "Mother fuck!"
The men cheered on as they enjoyed watching the girls rigorous treatment of the blonde woman.
Dee Dee repeated her actions with Whitney's right labia, stretching it as far as it could go before taking another clamp and fastening it into the extended flesh. Bringing about another round of cursing, crying and threats from the bound woman.
Rayann rummaged through the box. "Here's some macrame chord." She said, offering a small spool of thin, twisted twine-like rope commonly used in crafts.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" Dee Dee asked.
"Keep her lips stretched." Rayann suggested.
Dee Dee liked the idea. She unrolled some of the string, then asked James to cut it, and unrolled a similar length again. Once that was cut, she went to work running the cord through the ends of the clamps and taking them, one at a time, and pulling the chord as far as she could stretch the lips on either side of Whitney's cunt before having one of the guys help to hold it in place while she wrapped the other end around Whitney's thighs and tied it in place.
"Give me that spool." Rayann asked, taking it back from Dee Dee.
Rayann took the chord and ran it through the clamp on Whitney's right nipple. She cut enough to have the chord reach Whitney's upraised right knee. She then pulled enough to stretch Whitney's nipple to its full possible, and very uncomfortable length, before tying it off around her leg.
Whitney grumbled, begged and whimpered as the same was done to her left nipple.
Now Whitney was trussed up in the bed, with her pussy stretched wide open and her nipples grossly extended.
"We've got one more clamp here." Rayann commented.
"Give it to me." Dee Dee said.
Taking the clamp, she reached down and rubbed Whitney's clit, which was still swollen, especially after so much stimulation and forced orgasms. "Watch this, boys."
Dee Dee lowered her mouth to Whitney's cunt and began licking the woman's clit. This was met by sounds of approval from the men, many of whom had to stroke their cocks as they excitedly watched.
Whitney's nipples hurt, and her pussy was stretched uncomfortably, and she was grossed out at being licked by a woman. But despite it all, her pussy was on fire. This young woman was going to force her to cum.
"No, no, I can't, no don't..." But she could and she did. Whitney climaxed as Dee Dee licked her. Then, mid orgasm, Dee Dee pulled away and Whitney screamed as the clamp was mercilessly snapped shut on her clit as she was still climaxing.
"God damn you, you fucking cunt!" Whitney shouted.
Dee Dee found Whitney's vibrator. It wouldn't turn on, but she could still insert it. She took the plastic toy and pushed it into Whitney's pussy and began fucking the woman with it.
"I'll be right back." James said. He pulled on his pants and ran out of the room.
