Part 2
“It’s just a game… a bondage game… right?” I asked in a voice barely louder than a whisper.
CeeCee looked back at me, trembling just a little, perhaps.
“Right?” I asked again. “Right?”
Though she made no more movement, I could tell what her answer was going to be by the way she was breathing and the blur of tears forming in her eyes.
There was a beeping sound from the computer above us and I looked up. The countdown clock had finally made it to zero. I heard a clicking sound from inside CeeCee's mouth, so I slid away from her and sat back on my heels.
CeeCee clamored into a better position and, with a bit of a struggle, opened her mouth wide enough to pull out the mouthguard / gag thing. I splash of drool followed and CeeCee ungracefully mopped her mouth with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. She then cast me a sheepish look. She made some noises with her mouth which we both quickly realized were insufficient for communicating. Finally, she turned to me, pointed up, and grabbed my hand as she stood. She wanted us to go upstairs.
Once we made it to the living room, CeeCee dug in her book bag and pulled out a laptop which she opened and turned on. She sat on a sofa and patted the cushion next to her indicating for me to sit down. Once the screen was lit, she opened a text window and began to type. This is how we were going to communicate.
"I'm so sorry," she typed.
"No! It's ok," I said.
"I was about to tell you about..." She paused for a bit. "...the kissing thing, but..."
"Yeah. I kind of forced myself upon you," I said.
She shook her head and patted my leg before typing real fast. "At first, I was horrified when you kissed me, because I knew what was about to happen, but then, I couldn't stop myself. I wanted that. I have wanted that for so long. I am happy that you kissed me. Very happy!"
"Me too!" I smiled and looked at her. She had a very sad look on her face that sapped my growing enthusiasm. My smile faded and I began to remember all of the professor's demands - the kissing, the enforced silence and punitive measures, the hard bra cup I had felt through the fabric of CeeCee's hoody. "I'm just confused, though. I mean... What is going on? How can the professor dictate who you can and cannot kiss?"
CeeCee began to type and I settled against her to watch the words form on the screen.
"My tongue piercing is an elaborate high-tech device. It can detect foreign human DNA. When you kissed me, it detected your DNA. Now, the professor has made changes which will allow you to kiss me again. But if I kiss anyone else - anyone at all - for the next year, I will receive some shocks in my mouth. They are a little..." She backspaced the last sentence. "They can be painful."
"But, how...?" I tried to ask. But CeeCee was typing again.
"In addition, my tongue has a number of surgically implanted rods that become magnetized when a certain electrical current is applied. They make it so I can't move my tongue at all. It's sort of frozen in place at the bottom of my mouth. It prevents me from talking. I can't eat. I even have a hard time drinking. That's why the professor is requiring you to stay here with me - to make sure I don't choke on anything."
"And that's like that for the next three days?" I asked.
CeeCee nodded, then typed, "And apparently, for thirty minutes after you kiss me each day after that."
CeeCee looked up at me, but suddenly got a concerned look in her eye and began typing again. "I mean, if you want to kiss me."
"But, she said that if I don't kiss you, you will receive one of those shocks, right?"
CeeCee shook her head. "Yes, but don't worry about that! I'll be fine if..."
"No! No!" I shouted. "I want to! I want to kiss you!" I felt my face flush. It was my turn to become shy suddenly. Had I revealed too much? Was I rendering my heart too naked?
I sat, staring into my lap. Suddenly, I felt CeeCee move and a moment later I felt her lips graze my cheek. I turned to look at her and she kissed me gently on the lips. My heart was racing and I felt blood surging through my body. Arousal. I kissed her back but stopped suddenly, and began speaking, but with my lips still brushing hers as I did. "Is this OK? Am I going to hurt you?"
She placed a hand on my cheek and pulled me a little more closely, kissing. She took a moment to shake her head, no. Then she kissed me again. The laptop closed and she dropped it on the floor, leaning back on the couch as she did, pulling me down with her. I followed. Keeping my lips as close to hers as I could, smiling uncontrollably, laughing.
My brain kept screaming at me, "This is not normal! This is not normal!" But everything else - her body, her lips, the kissing - felt so, so right.
We kissed hard and deeply, nothing more, coming up for air every once in a while. Looking into one another's eyes. Hers were dark brown, blending to black when the iris met the pupil, big and inviting. We lay together without words. Smiling constantly. I would touch her face gently with my fingers and her eyes would close. She would lean into my touch.
It was my stomach that broke the spell some time later, making a rude growling noise. We still hadn't had dinner and we both laughed.
"I guess we should go eat," I said. "Or, I should eat, and you should... you're probably hungry too."
CeeCee nodded at me and we climbed off the couch. She led me with our fingers intertwined together into the kitchen.
"Can you eat spaghetti?" I asked.
She shook her head, no, and pointed at a cabinet, which she opened. The cabinet was filled with stacks of vacuum sealed boxes with a plain label on the side that said "Soylent". She picked one out and began to shake it. I heard liquid sloshing around.
As I put noodles and sauce on a plate for me, I began to wonder how often she had to resort liquid dinners.
We ate in silence. I couldn't think of anything to say. Or actually, my mind was fixated on everything that was going on. I started to feel uncomfortable. The phrase "this is not normal" started to play on an endless loop in my brain. Every once in a while between frantic bites of spaghetti I would glance at CeeCee. She seemed much more calm and was watching my growing discomfort. Finally, she reached out and gently placed her hand on my forearm. I laughed nervously with a smile that faded too quickly.
CeeCee pointed at her barefoot. "Foot?" I asked. "Feet?" She then gave an exaggerated shiver. "Cold? Cold feet?"
She nodded her head.
"No. I... just..." I pushed my food away from me and sighed. "There's the magic of being here with you that is kind of overwhelming by itself. And on top of that is... well... I still just don't understand what... or why... or anything about what happened today."
CeeCee nodded and put down her drink. She motioned for me to follow her back into the living room so we could use the computer to talk again.
"I mean, how can the professor do this to you? How can she impose these restrictions on your body?" I asked as the computer booted up again. "On us?"
CeeCee began to type. "I was a hacker. I got caught hacking into a number of security contractor companies that worked with the government. I posted a bunch of data that included a fairly lengthy list of client credit card numbers. It was at a time when the government was pressing charges to the maximum possible length simply to make examples of hackers. So, I was facing the possibility of many, many years in jail. The Professor, who I had been working for already as a research assistant has a lot of connections. She was able to protect me from being prosecuted. She also had some nonconventional experiments regarding isolation and sexual denial that no one would ever volunteer for. So, I kind of felt obligated. That was over two years ago."
"Two years?" I asked. "How much... what? What do you mean by sexual denial? More than the kissing thing? I mean I thought I felt... on your chest..."
CeeCee set the computer aside and stood up, stepping away from the couch and turning to face me. She pulled her hood up over her head and then reached for the lower hem of her sweatshirt. She paused for a second.
I sucked in a nervous breath. Oh, my god! She was going to undress in front of me. Time stopped. My heartbeat eclipsed all other sound. My pussy clenched with arousal. CeeCee was going to take her clothes off. Expose everything to me. For me.
I sat stock still, afraid to move, mesmerized.
She pulled the sweatshirt over her head and tossed it aside, shaking out her hair as she did. Underneath, she was wearing a light yellow spaghetti-strap tank top, but it was obvious that underneath she was wearing a dark-colored bra of some sort. The tank did not sufficiently cover it.
CeeCee paused again and smiled at me, twitching her hips side-to-side briefly. I realized that I was gawking. My own chest was heaving. I tried to get myself under control with no success.
She then pulled her tank-top over her head. The first thing that I noticed was an extensive, complex series of decorative piercings around her belly button. There were a number of separate gold rings and small brightly sparkling jewels as well as a thin, but sturdy-looking gold chain that circled her waist tightly enough to slightly indent her skin. It was held in place by the largest of the rings in her navel.
My eyes moved further up. The bra totally covered her breasts. Her figure was undoubtedly enhanced by the thickness of the bra. I noticed, as she moved and stretched, pulling the tank over her head, that the bra seemed to hug her very tightly secured by a strap over each shoulder and the strap around her back.
The tank-top fell to the floor and CeeCee's hands dropped down to her hips for a moment. That's when I noticed hip-hugging bands of some sort of undergarment reaching up from beneath her jeans at each side. They seemed to be made of the same material as the bra. After a moment's pause, CeeCee unbuttoned her jeans and began to shimmy out of them revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her hips and the remainder of her undergarment that looked like a thong, hugging her as tightly as her bra.
Shortly, her jeans fell in a pile around her ankles and she stepped out of them and stood in front of me. I looked up into her eyes trying to read them, with no luck, then glanced back down to examine her thong, only to quickly look up again.
She stepped right in front of me and took my hand from where it sat limply in my lap, pulling it up until she pressed my fingers to the center of her crotch where her undergarment provided the most coverage, directly over the top of her vagina.
The feel of the material was shocking. It was warm, but hard, like steel.
She moved my hand, stroking the material with my fingers, then let go of me. I continued to stroke the garment, feeling its rigidity, tracing my way along the band that looped up to the top of her left hip. As I did, she turned slowly around and I let my fingers slide along the thong as it wound its way strategically and organically around her curves until it joined in the back above the swell of her gorgeous tight back end. From where my fingers now rested the thong descended and narrowed, disappearing between her cheeks.
This garment... it was perfectly fit to her and tight. It was rigid. This was like no form of chastity belt that I had ever seen on the internet, but I had no illusion that what she wore was equally possessive.
I started to slide my fingers up her back, along the crease of her back bone, standing from the couch as I went, across the strict gold chain and up to the back strap of her bra. The material was the same as her thong - warm and rigid. I noticed that her back was shaking. She was breathing just as heavily as I was. She looked over her shoulder at me, pulling her hair to the side of her neck as she did.
I now used both of my hands, encircling one above her breasts and one below, pulling her back into my embrace, feeling her body press firmly along my entire body - our breathing falling into sync for a moment. I cupped one of her breasts in my hand. It was like holding a warm bowl and when I squeezed there was no give. The material was hard and cruel. There would be no transmission of tenderness across its borders. Suddenly, I gasped audibly with a realization.
"There's no... where are the locks!? How do you take it off?"
CeeCee didn't move at all for a second her eyes dropping a little before shaking her head side to side. She turned in my arms until she could face me. She tapped her chest and shook her head. "Uh-uh."
Then she placed her hand firmly on my chest and nodded, with the hint of a sad smile. "Uh-huh!"
"Me?!" I said. "I mean, I can take it off of you?" CeeCee nodded again.
"How?! I'll do it right now!" I said.
CeeCee stepped back over to the sofa and picked up the laptop.
Oh, my god! She was as naked as she could possibly be. I watched, mesmerized as she bent over. The thong and bra were not simply restrictions, they were more. They sculpted CeeCee to some form of physical ideal. They enhanced her. They teased my eye. Her soft smooth curves, so perfect and feminine...
She held the computer with one hand and typed with the other, finally holding the screen for me to see. "Just be who you are."
"I don't understand," I said. CeeCee looked down at the screen and then back at me. "I can get these off you simply by being myself?"
CeeCee nodded, then typed, "And time."
My thoughts descended into turmoil trying to determine what it means to be myself. Was I being myself? What if I wasn't being myself? Is it possible to not be myself? Would someone tell me if I wasn't being myself? Or if I was?
After a moment, CeeCee took my hand and held it up. She could tell I was lost in thought. She pulled me and I followed her through the house and into her bedroom. She had a huge king size bed set in a heavy metal frame with a wispy, white translucent canopy hanging from above, tied to the sides. Across from the foot of the bed was a low dresser under a large TV bolted to the wall.
She sat on the bed and beckoned me to sit beside her, and once I did, CeeCee climbed up to the head and began fluffing the pillows for us to lean against.
Were we going to have sex? We couldn't. She couldn't at least. I wanted to.
She pointed for me to climb up next to her. I crawled up with trembling arms.
She pointed at her mouth and then moved her hand away, opening her palm as she did. She repeated the motion several times, then pointed to me.
"You want me to talk?" I asked.
She smiled and nodded.
"OK... um..." Think of something to talk about, idiot. "Um... Well, I grew up in a ridiculously small town in an awful religious, fundamentalist family..." And so, I began to tell her the story of my life. Of my "fall from grace" in my parents' eyes and eventual banishment. As I spoke she began to slide closer, nestling against me. Her eyes were wide and she smiled encouraging me to continue whenever I looked at her.
"...and so, you know, with no family and that last blow, well..." I talked for many long minutes. All about me. All about how I came to be here and now. I couldn't believe that I had told her everything that I had, and now I was on the verge of tears. "Well... I've just been so lonely..." I was unable to squelch the last sob and I quickly brushed a tear from my face.
"I'm sorry! This is ridiculous... my life." I said, trying to smile, my voice strained with emotion.
CeeCee shook her head vigorously and sat up so she could look me in the eyes. She wiped a tear from my face. I felt my sadness evaporate as I looked in the deep dark pool of her eyes. They were so expressive. I felt that she was communicating on a deeper level. I felt empathy and compassion ooze from her soul and wrapping me in a warm safe embrace.
A moment later she leaned forward and I closed my eyes as her lips touched mine, softly at first. I kissed her back with some degree of urgency, then laughed. My heart was bursting with love. I kissed her again and we pulled each other into a tight embrace.
I had opened my life to her and it felt really, really good. I wanted to give her more. I wanted to give her everything that I was. I did not even think about what I was doing as I pulled my cardigan off, followed by raising my shirt over my head. CeeCee helped me as I did. I felt her hands slide along my back. Her skin on mine - electricity in her touch.
I reached behind me and unclipped my bra - the straps sliding down my shoulders - my breasts releasing from their confinement. CeeCee helped me pull the straps from my arms and I tossed the bra aside.
CeeCee sat back from me, seemingly fixated on my breasts, staring at them. I was on the verge of becoming self-conscious, but then she reached out with a hand and lightly touched my left breast, cupping it, supporting it. Her thumb slid across my skin, across my areola, grazing up along my rigid, taut nipple. A shiver rocked through my body. A light moan escaped.
She looked up at me and her face flushed red. She removed her hand from my breast and placed it on her own, cupping it's hard shield, moving her hand as though to shake her breast with little effect. She shook her head as though saying, "no".
"You haven't touched your beasts for a long time?" I asked.
She continued shaking her head and held up two fingers. I remembered that she said that she had been in chastity for over two years. "Years?" I asked. "Two years?"
CeeCee nodded affirmatively.
I reached out and grabbed CeeCee's hand and returned it to my breast, arching my back and thrusting my chest out further. At one time, I used to say that my breasts were my money maker. It was true. I have very nice breasts. I couldn't imagine having them sealed away - removed from my control. I wanted to give them to CeeCee.
She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the upper slope of my chest. She made a trail of kisses that slowly descended towards my nipple. I leaned back. My breath deepened again and my heart began to throb.
Just as her lips began to seal around my nipple and squeeze, there was a tone, a beeping sound, some kind of alarm.
CeeCee sat up suddenly with a look of disgust on her face - looking around the room. I followed her eyes which led to a digital clock. It was 11pm sharp.
CeeCee looked at me then slowly began to crawl out of bed. She pointed to a door, that I assumed was an attached bathroom. She did not go straight in though, instead she opened a walk-in closet and return a moment later with a silk bathrobe that looked very luxurious. She tossed the bathrobe to me and walked to the digital clock, pointing at the digit in the ten-minute column and then holding up two fingers.
"Twenty minutes?" I asked. CeeCee nodded, then grabbed a remote off the bedside table and turned on the TV. She tossed me the remote and went into the bathroom.
"Hm," I said to myself as I wrapped myself in the robe. My body was still buzzing from her touch. I was wondering if my physical contact had caused yet another emergency. I heard water turn on in the bathroom and the sound of the stream splattering against ceramics. Maybe she had to shower.
"Maybe I should shower," I thought, sniffing a bit. I decided to wait for her to come back out and settled back in the bed idly clicking through channels. Inside the bathroom, I heard the water start and stop several times - a splashing sound of water in water... I tried to return my attention to the TV with little success.
"This is not normal," I thought to myself, once again.
I could hear CeeCee issue a series of pained grunts, followed by more splashing of water. "Should I ask if she is OK? This is so not normal."
I heard a shower turn on again and the sound of a shower door closing.
Ten minutes later, CeeCee emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a thick cotton bathrobe. She walked out of the room and returned with the laptop, climbed up on the bed and typed.
"Sorry, going to the bathroom is a bit of a different experience with my attire."
I hope that there was not a look of horror on my face as I dumbly nodded. CeeCee typed some more.
"I need to warn you, also... The twins will be here REAL early in the morning for my cleaning."
"The twins?" I asked. And after a moment, "Your cleaning?"
CeeCee pointed at her breasts and crotch and typed, "Hygiene is important."
I felt like the blood was draining from my face. Once again, my connection with reality seemed to be altering. I needed a moment to collect myself.
"Do you mind...?" I asked pointing to the bathroom door. "I need to..." I needed to ground myself.
CeeCee smiled and nodded waving her hand for me to go.
I crawled off the bed and went to the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the light. When I looked up I was stunned. The bathroom was quite big, brightly lit with polished ceramic tile and mirrored chrome finishings. There were all manner of hoses and nozzles and appliances, the purpose of which I could only guess. I spotted one that I could identify, a toilet, and headed for it slowly turning and sitting down.
From this vantage point I could see into a large shower. There were several shower heads attached to flexible hoses and lots of other... hardware. From eyelets embedded in the ceiling, sparking steel chains hung down terminating in thickly padded wide rubber cuffs - no doubt meant to restrain one's wrists. Even more shocking, though was the 'hardware' centered between the two wrist restraints. There was another chain which linked to the top of a thick rubber helmet or hood of some sort. While it seemed that the mouth and nose of the wearer would be exposed, there was a heavy eye-pad and a locking buckle and strap meant to encircle a thin neck. Another pair of chains were anchored to the bottom of the shower, draped over a hook in the walls and, from there, the chains hung down to more padded cuffs - perfectly positioned to hold one's ankles.
I sat on the toilet feeling arousal surge through my loins. Did CeeCee lock herself into these restraints? What would these feel like? I sat for minutes trying to force myself to pee. I really did have to go. But, I kept looking up at the chains...
I imagined CeeCee locked in the restraints, her hands held high and legs slightly spread, straining at the chains. I imagined her in the hood with water rolling down her body. I was stooping to kneel before her, lightly kissing the jewelry embedded in her navel.
Or... what if it were me locked in the chains, blinded by the hood tightly gripping my head, moaning as soft lips brushed across my sex.
I shivered as I sat on the toilet, shaking my head to clear the vision.
When I finally emerged from the bathroom, CeeCee was kneeling on the bed next to her laptop. She looked at me sheepishly, nervously, obviously trying to judge my reaction to the sights I saw in the bathroom. She half-smiled for a second, then looked down.
I had to acknowledge the question that she must be thinking. "That's... quite a setup you have in there..."
She looked up at me and nodded, then turned the laptop for me to see the screen - to see the text that she had already typed: "Are you into bondage?" Very direct. Very succinct.
An embarrassed laugh started to escape my mouth and I reached up to cover my lips with my hand. I felt the smooth material of the silk robe slide across my nipples that were throbbing with desire. They certainly gave away my answer. Still, I tried to put it to words only to find my voice fail me, allowing no more than a whispered, "yes".
CeeCee rotated the laptop back towards herself and typed and paused and typed some more, then turn the screen for me to see. It simply said: "Me too."
I stood by the bed, kind of frozen in the moment, unsure exactly what was going to happen next. CeeCee seemed frozen as well, but was the first to move. She typed again, "We should get some sleep. Come lay with me."
I shook my head, "OK".
CeeCee closed the laptop and set it on the bedside table. She stood up and removed her cotton robe, tossing it on the floor, then pulled the duvet back. I reached under my robe and unbuttoned my blue jeans, slowly pushing them down. I let the robe fall off my shoulders, feeling a sense of shock at my exposure, feeling the cool air of the room.
CeeCee was watching me closely, every move I made.
I climbed up on the bed wearing only my panties and slid underneath the blankets beside her. I smelled the scent of her bed - it was foreign, but definitely pleasant. It was comforting.
We were lying in bed facing one another. She leaned forward and kissed me. I let my eyes close, but a second later she was shaking my shoulder. I looked at her smiling face. She was holding up a single finger, apparently begging me to wait for a second. She rolled over to her bedside table, opened a drawer, and I heard the rattle of chain being uncoiled.
When she rolled back over, she had a pair of well-padded cuffs with a long thin chain between them. She held up a cuff and pointed at me. It seemed to be a question. She was asking if I wanted to wear the cuffs. A thousand thoughts went through my head in that second. Everything from "Are you fucking crazy?" to "Hell, yes". That turmoil did not last long though. "This is living," I thought. "And I'm here to suck its marrow." I held my right wrist out to her.
She wrapped the cuff around my wrist. It was squishy, but tight. Extremely comfortable. It felt like a tight hug.
There was a clatter of chain and keys as she locked the cuff closed, then spooled through about three feet of chain to the second cuff. I began to raise my left wrist to her, but instead of locking it on me, she wrapped it around her own wrist, locking it tight and tossing the keys across the room.
My heart fluttered. I think that I was swooning. I think that I was falling in love. CeeCee turned back to the bedside table, pulling my wrist along with her when she reached out, pressing a button on a remote, turning off the lights.
What is there to say at this point? I was so lit up with arousal. I wanted to make her scream in ecstasy. But, that was not going to happen, with all her hardware in place. It didn't really matter though. Not at this point in time. We were lovers who were touching from tip to toe, but there was no pressure to perform.
We just lay there cooing quietly, our hearts beating, letting our fingertips and the chain slide and pool across each other's skin. Listening to the metal links ring off CeeCee's hardware. It felt so good.
It felt right.
We didn't fall asleep for quite some time.
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I was awoken with a start. My right arm was being yanked from underneath the blankets by the cuff locked about my wrist. There were people in the room. CeeCee was moving next to me.
The overhead light came on and I was staring into the eyes of a tall blonde woman. I'd even suggest that the woman was Amazonian - tightly muscled - she could have succeeded in a wrestling league. "Wake up, my little Anchorites!" she said.
A second woman stepped into view, identical in every way to the first. She had the key ring that CeeCee had tossed across the room dangling from her finger. "Look what our little kitten has caught!" she said to her identical twin. "Quite a pretty mouse!"
The second woman wasted no time grabbing CeeCee's wrist and freeing it from the cuff. "Time for your cleaning."
CeeCee looked over at me, placing a hand gently on my cheek, then kissing me on my forehead. It almost felt like a maternal gesture. She seemed to be comforting me, telling me that everything was alright. I guess that I was in a bit of a state of shock.
The second twin helped CeeCee out of bed and led her into the bathroom, closing the door as they went inside, leaving me with the first who stood, watching me with a frightening grin on her face.
"So, you must be Ella Hayes of Jeffrey City," she said.
"Uh huh," I croaked, realizing suddenly that my breasts were hanging out, quickly pulling the blanket up to cover me.
"I am Kim and that is my sister, Cammy." The tall woman was pointing to the closed bathroom door, behind which I began to hear the sounds of chains rattling.
Kim held her hand out to me to shake. I had forgotten about the cuff and chain locked about my wrist and I jumped in shock when I felt the tug and rattle of the hardware. I smiled as I shook her hand and watched her eyes glance down at my bondage.
"So, you are a writer, a journalist, right? You work at the local paper. What's it called? 'The Bound Mountain Times'"? Kim looked at me with a bit of a sneer, clearly knowing that she had changed the name of the paper.
"The Round Mountain Times," I corrected.
"I think that your readership would grow a lot if the name were 'Bound', though, don't you?"
I heard water spraying and a slight squeal in the bathroom, causing me to look with concern at the door.
"We've been cleaning CeeCee every day for over two years now," Kim was saying. "She doesn't really need to be cleaned as her devices are designed to be worn 24 / 7 for long periods of time, but, we value her sacrifice and try to take care of her as best as we can."
There was a slight moaning sound behind the door - something born from arousal.
"Oh my, she must really like you. She sounds quite randy." Kim seemed to be gauging my reaction. She seemed to be pushing buttons and looking for responses. It was working. I was beginning to emerge from my disorientation. I felt a pulse of anger surge within me.
"Let me show you a picture," Kim said, pulling out her phone and sitting next to me. There was another louder, longer moan.
Kim handed her phone to me. It was a close up of a naked, hairless pubis. The outer labia was lined on each side with a series of shiny rings crowned by a thick clitoris piercing. Once again, I felt a sense of disorientation slip around me - that this-is-not-normal feeling.
"That's CeeCee's pussy," Kim said, proudly smiling, settling a little closer to me. "She has never actually seen her piercings. She's not allowed to. We always blindfold her. She may not even know that she has these piercings."
Kim chuckled to herself. I was about to say something when the smile on Kim's face slipped away, her eyes turned to me with a touch of insanity behind them. "You wouldn't tell her about the piercings, would you? Maybe, I shouldn't have shown you this! It's all part of the experiment that she is participating in. You'd fuck it up if you told her!"
I held up my hands defensively. Kim looked kind of dangerous. Regardless of what I say to CeeCee, I had no desire to piss Kim off. I tried to say something to ease the sudden tension. "Look, I..."
There was a louder moan from the bathroom. "Ooo!" Kim interrupted me loudly. Her eyes brightening once again. "She really, really likes you! She hasn't gotten to the edge this fast in a few months. Yeah! I can recognize all her standard sounds. We were inexperienced when we first started and occasionally made mistakes... Pushing her to orgasm and whatnot... But it's been over a year now. Geez..."
Kim looked at me, smiling. "Careful, Cammy!" she shouted out. "By the way... I lied. That was not a picture of CeeCee's pussy."
"Isn't this a little..." I started to say.
"Where were we?!" Kim interrupted. "Oh, yes! I was going to show you another picture..." Kim began playing with her phone again.
CeeCee let forth the most passionate wail yet. The sound of her voice hit a tone that lingered in the air. In my mind, they were torturing CeeCee, and I could not stand it a second longer. People are not allowed to treat other people like this. I didn't care about the Professor or her experiments or these two Amazonian women. I was determined to put an end to this game that they were playing!
I sat up. "This is going to end now!" I said. I started to shuffle to the edge of the bed to throw open the bathroom door. I had no plan what I was going to do when I burst through the door, but it didn't matter. I couldn't just sit there anymore.
As I started to stand, Kim's hand wrapped around my upper arm with a firm grip. "Here's the picture!" She held her phone in front of my face to see.
It was a woman with dark hair, naked, and deeply engaged in a quest of self fulfillment. Both hands were buried in her crotch, of which, there was a perfectly clear view based on the perspective of the camera which was set between the curled feet of the ecstatic woman. The fingers of one hand, which snaked around the underside of her thigh, were pushed deep inside the woman's vagina while the other hand was pressing firmly over the top of her pubic bone - the nub of her clit, no doubt, swollen between two knuckles. Further, beyond her spread legs, I could see her breasts, pushed forth by the arching of her back, nipples taut. And beyond - a face deep within the throes of a massive orgasm - eyes closed, hair thrown back, mouth wide open.
A cold knife of horror stabbed into my chest, halting my movement towards the bathroom door.
"What the...?" I recognized the room in the picture, the items in the background, each and every one of them.
The picture was of me!
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