Bungeed Blonde (a.k.a. Bungee Cord Bitch) -- by lightswitch © October 2007 [(FF, lesbian), reluctant/forced, interracial, white female, black female, 1st time lesbian, humiliation, domination, bondage] =========== Melissa lazed poolside, languidly soaking up rays with her four friends as they sprawled in lounge chairs. She luxuriated in the feel of the late-May sun beating down on her, hoping that it would bake her lithe, white body to a golden brown. She’d worn the smallest bikini she owned, hoping to bronze as much of her pale skin as she could. Melissa envied her friends. Toya and Pearl were black and didn’t have to worry about obtaining a tan, at all. Rosa was Hispanic and maintained year-round color. Even red-headed Amber, the only other white girl in the group, already had a healthy tan. Only buxom, blonde Melissa was still sporting a pale complexion, this close to beach-season! Late-May may have been a bit early for outdoor tanning, but Melissa wanted to get in every second she could! She heard a ‘twang’ even as she felt the sharp pain of a plastic projectile on her left breast. Startled, and more than a little angry, she opened one eye and squinted in the bright sunlight that even her sunglasses couldn’t completely filter. Through slitted eyes, she saw Toya and Rosa securing the cooler with neon-purple elastic cords. Coincidentally, a bright purple cord was lying on her ample chest, next to a darkening welt near the top of her breast. “You ditzes!” Melissa yelled, adjusting her Ray-Bans. “Be careful with those things!” She rubbed the smarting welt, angrily. “Why are you playing around with those things, anyway? They won’t keep the beer in, if the cooler is tipped!” The two girls frowned and pouted. “Sure dey will,” Rosa said, her heavy Mexican accent evident. “Dese tings arrre much strrongerrr dan dey luke!” “And ‘those things’ are called ‘bungee cords,’” Toya snapped, leaning over the cooler to strap on another elastic purple cord. “Just focus on getting some color on that pale body of yours, Mel, and let the Women of Color handle the cooler.” The girls laughed and Melissa felt herself redden. “Bitch,” she snorted, leaning back and closing her eyes. It seemed as if she was always butting heads with Toya. The other girls tended to go with the flow: The beautiful, red-headed Amber was quiet and submissive, following the lead of anyone more dominant. Pearl was a big, slow girl, verging on fat. She was attractive, in her own way, although a bit stupid. She could be quite domineering and stubborn, when she set her mind to something. Rosa was a gorgeous Mexican. She was assertive and independent, but also very easy-going and didn’t seem to have a need to be viewed as “the leader.” Toya, though … she was a different matter. The beautiful black girl was stunningly attractive and her skin tone was halfway between Rosa’s light-caramel and Pearl’s dark ebony. Toya was always vying to be the dominant in any gathering. And this usually brought her in contention with Melissa. The blonde sighed, heavily. She’d have to find a way to put the beautiful black girl in her place. She felt something rough brush against her bare abdomen, before pressing into her exposed flesh. Popping open her eyes, she say Toya leaning over her, Rosa nearby. “Let’s see just how strong these bungee cords are!” Toya laughed. Melissa looked down to see one of the bright purple cords wrapped tightly around her waist, pinning her arms and securing her to the lounge chair. Before she could wriggle free, Toya had wrapped two more bungee cords around her. Melissa tried to rise and slide her arms free, but the cords were too tight. “Dammit, Toya!” the blonde yelled. “Get these damned things off me!” The black girl gave her a hard smile. “If they’re too weak to secure a cooler, than surely they’re too weak to secure you!” she chuckled. The other girls laughed and Melissa felt her face flush with embarrassment. “Damn you, Toya!” the blonde hissed. “When I get free, I’m going to kick your ass!” The beautiful black girl raised an eyebrow. “Then I guess I’d better make sure you don’t get free,” she said, quickly securing the blonde around the waist with two more bungee cords. The elastic cords *were* tight, but didn’t seem to cut off circulation. Melissa twisted and bucked, trying to get free. Her long, blonde hair flew about as her head and feet jerked upward, from her struggling. But her arms remained firmly pinned and her waist remained securely bound to the lounge chair. “Wassa matter, blondie?” Toya said, throwing a leg over Melissa’s abdomen so that she stood straddling the bound white girl and sneering into her face. She leaned down and began lightly slapping the blonde’s indignant face. “You all tied up by the mean old bungee cords?” Toya cooed. Melissa was livid with rage. “Damn you!” she shouted. “Let me go NOW! I am SO going to kick your black ass!” She heard peals of laughter from the other girls. “STOP SLAPPING ME IN THE FACE!” she screamed. A cruel look stole over Toya’s face. “You don’t like me slapping your face?” she asked, giving Melissa’s face a few more light slaps. Abruptly, she switched targets, moving down to start lightly slapping the white girl’s barely-covered breasts. “Maybe you’d like me to start slapping your titties. Is that what you want, Melissa?” The blonde was momentarily stunned, but then burst into a frenzied struggle against the binding elastic cords. “Man, you got a nice set of tits!” Toya mocked, continuing to playfully slap the white girl’s large, pale, quivering mounds. She stopped, as if struck by a thought. “Maybe we oughtta get a look at ‘em!” “NO!” Melissa gasped, as the black girl reached around to unclasp the white girl’s top. The blonde’s sizable melons bounced free, to the shrieking laughter of the other girls. All except Pearl, who stood, mute, mouth slightly agape. “You CUNT!” the blonde snarled, straining against the elastic cords that bound her. “I’ll fucking kill you for that!” The beautiful black girl laughed and regarded her captive, thoughtfully. “Damn, but those are some nice titties!” she marveled. “I’m jealous! You got one hot little body, white girl!” She reached down and grasped the ends of the cloth straps on the knots perched on each side of the blonde’s tiny bikini bottoms. “You wouldn’t!” Melissa gasped, indignantly. But Toya would. With a flourish, Toya pulled the bikini strings and the knots came undone. The black girl swept the tiny bottoms from the pinned white girl, revealing a trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair, which Melissa desperately tried to cover up by clenching her thighs together and twisting her hips. A crimson blush of humiliation stole over the white girl’s exposed, pale body. She thought she would die, as the raucous laughter of the other girls filled her ears. “You are such a bitch!” Melissa whispered, trying to curl her body up to hide her nakedness. Toya’s eyes widened in feigned surprise. “Why, whatever do you mean, Melissa?” she asked. “I’m just acknowledging what a gorgeous body you’ve got.” She nodded her head at Pearl. “And it looks like I’m not the only one who thinks so!” Indeed, the big black girl was staring at Melissa with wide eyes, seemingly mesmerized at the sight of the naked, bound, white girl. Pearl’s thick lips were parted and a trickle of drool had escaped from one corner of her mouth. “Oh HO!” Toya chuckled, pointing at Pearl. “What do we have here? It looks like our Pearl has a bit of a thing for Melissa!” The beautiful black girl looked at Pearl, then back at Melissa. A slow, cruel smile formed on her face. She glided over to the other black girl. “You think that’s pretty hot, don’t you, Pearl,” Toya husked in the big girl’s ear, loud enough for the others to hear. “Seeing that pretty blonde all tied up like that … it gets you excited, doesn’t it?” The big, black girl nodded her head slowly, unable to take her eyes from the blonde tied to the lounge chair. “Why don’t you come on over and take advantage of the situation?” Toya purred, as the other girls let out a loud “Ooooooh!” that crescendoed, before erupting into raucous laughter. “You’ve always been attracted to Melissa, I’ll bet,” Toya murmured, encouragingly, slowly guiding the big, black girl to the lounge chair. “Why don’t you come over here and show our little Melissa how you feel about her!” The blonde felt panic rising up in her. “What …?!? What do you mean? What are you going to do?!? You can’t … !” Further protests were cut off as Toya took the blonde’s bikini bottoms, wadded in her hand, and stuffed them into the white girl’s mouth. “Mmmmmph!” Melissa tried to protest, as tears of impotent indignation formed in her eyes. What was happening? This was going too far! Slowly, Toya steered Pearl’s big, dark hands to the bound white girl’s quivering, exposed breasts. “See how nice and soft they are?” Toya whispered, as she guided the big black girl’s hands to stroke Melissa’s trembling breasts. “See how creamy white!” The blonde moaned in shame as she felt her nipples stiffen under the big girl’s touch. Pearl’s eyes widened. “She likes it,” Toya nodded to the big girl, easing her own hands away. Pearl continued to fondle and caress the pinned white girl’s large, pale breasts as Melissa writhed in her bonds. The other girls went silent, each one watching in rapt attention as the dim-witted black girl continued to slowly and methodically molest the bound and gagged blonde. Melissa struggled to free herself, but the bungee cords held her tightly. “Yeah, you like those, don’t you?” Toya whispered, huskily, in Pearl’s ear. “You like playing with those big, white titties, don’t you! They look so good … so tasty … !” Toya put one hand at the back of Pearl’s head and began gently pushing her forward. Slowly, almost as if in a dream, the big girl allowed her head to be guided down to the struggling blonde’s heaving bosom. Pearl’s thick, full lips parted and slowly slid over the pinned white girl’s erect, pink nipple. Melissa froze, in shock, as she felt her sensitive nipple engulfed in the warm wetness of the other girl’s mouth. In spite of herself, she moaned through the gag as a throb of pleasure coursed through her breast and radiated through her body. “Yeah! See how much the little slut likes it?” Toya breathed, gently stroking Pearl’s hair as the big girl began to suck lustily at the white girl’s teat. “You’re turning her on, Pearl! You’re getting her all hot and bothered!” Melissa struggled to regain control of her body. To her dismay, she realized that the bondage and the hot, insistent mouth at her breast *was* turning her on … much more than she’s ever have guessed. “Make her feel good,” Toya urged. “Make her cum and you’ll make her your bitch for life!” Melissa felt the slow girl’s big hand roaming down – over the white girl’s belly and further down towards … “No!” Melissa yelled into the gag, straining against the elastic cords that secured her to the chair. “Don’t!” But her muffled protests were in vain. Never breaking the strong, insistent suction on the white girl’s hardened nipple, Pearl’s thick, strong hand slid between the blonde’s legs and began fondling the white girl’s pussy. To her horror, Melissa felt her slit grow hot and wet. “Oh no!” she thought, despair overwhelming her. “This can’t be happening! How can I be reacting like this?!?” She moaned loudly as Pearl thrust first one, then two thick fingers between her slick labia and up into her tight hole. Melissa continued to struggle, against both the bungee cords and against her big molester. Toya had left Pearl’s side and was now squatting down next to the bound blonde, on the opposite side. She began to whisper loudly in Melissa’s ear. “Does that feel good, baby?” she purred loudly. “You like having Pearl suck your big, white titty? You like feeling her thick, black fingers up your tight, white slit?” Pearl let go of Melissa’s throbbing nipple with a loud plop. She reached up with her other hand and pulled the gag from the white girl’s mouth. Was she being released? Before the hopeful blonde could thank her, the big black girl moved up and planted her thick, wet lips over the white girl’s surprised mouth. “Dayum!” she heard Rosa breathe, loudly. Melissa’s eyes slowly closed as she gave way under the savage, sensual assault. Pearl’s thick lips were pressed firmly down on her and the slow girl’s thick tongue pushed deeply into the white girl’s mouth. Fat, thick fingers continued to slowly piston in and out of the blonde’s now-dripping pussy. She could feel pleasure and arousal spiraling ever higher in her body as she was subjected to the big girl’s unwanted attentions. “Oh fuck!” Melissa thought dully, a stab of humiliation lancing through her, “she’s doing it … she’s getting me off!” The white girl continued to struggle feebly, but it was almost a token effort, growing weaker as the big black girl continued to push the bound blonde closer to orgasm. “Yeah,” Toya sighed, thickly, “You’re getting her there, Pearl! You almost got her there!” She paused. “You know,” she continued, an evil grin on her face. “She really should return the favor.” There was another pause and the big black girl slowly, reluctantly, broke her deep kiss with the reluctant white girl. Pearl looked at Toya dully, and then smiled. Reaching back, Pearl unclasped her bathing suit top, letting her massive, dark breasts flop free. Melissa gasped as she saw the big black girl, topless. Pearl rolled her bathing suit bottoms off and stepped out of them. The big girl ambled to the head of the lounge chair Melissa lay on and straddled the top, hovering over the white girl’s head, facing her feet. “No,” the blonde gasped, weakly. “Please! Not that! Don’t …” But further protests were cut off as the big black girl settled down to sit on the white girl’s face. Melissa watched in horror as that gigantic, black ass slowly descended and engulfed her head, blotting out all light, blocking off all air. The dark, warm, soft flesh pressed hard against the white girl’s face and the pressure on her head grew to an almost unbearable level. “She’s going to crush my skull!” Melissa panicked, struggling helplessly against the bungee cords and the big woman’s fat, black ass. But her skull wasn’t crushed. She bore the intense weight for several minutes, before the pressure and lack of air made her pass out. * * * * * Melissa was dimly aware of intense pleasure throbbing throughout her groin and radiating through her body. She had difficulty breathing and couldn’t move her arms. Slowly, as she came to, she remembered where she was: Lying down, still naked, and firmly bungeed to the poolside lounge chair. She couldn’t see a thing because a huge, hairy, dark cunt was pressed firmly against mouth and nose, rubbing wetly over her face. The black girl’s heavy, aroused musk filled the white girl’s nostrils and made her head spin. The bound blonde’s head was caught in the crushing vise of the fat girl’s thighs and her face was mashed up against the aroused black girl’s fevered pussy. Melissa could feel a thick, wet tongue licking insistently at her throbbing, painfully erect clit. Pearl had evidently maneuvered into a 69 position and was lapping the exposed blonde pussy while she lustily fucked the bound white girl’s face with her own dark cunt. Melissa struggled to break free, but quickly realized she would have been helpless to escape even if she weren’t still bound by the bungee cords: She was thoroughly pinned by the weight of the big, black girl laying on top of her. Worse, she could not escape Pearl’s relentless lips and tongue. The fat black girl’s mouth was latched onto the white girl’s pussy and she was going to town! Melissa’s groin was soaked with saliva, sweat, and hot cunt juice that soaked her blonde pubic patch and trickled down the inside of both pale thighs. “Oh please, no!” Melissa tried to plead, feeling the knot of intense pleasure between her legs start to expand, as she lay smothering under the dripping cunt that slimed up and down across her helpless face. Judging by the increasing tempo of the big black girl’s hips as she continued to fuck the white girl’s face, Pearl was nearing climax, as well. Pearl continued to lick and gnaw at her white victim’s exposed snatch. Melissa trembled as she felt the unwanted waves of pleasure mounting dangerously, pushing out all other conscious thought. “No!’ she murmured. “I can’t let her … oh please, God! No!” But the pretty, fat, black face wedged between her thighs was not to be denied. Latching her thick, full lips around the white girl’s throbbing clit, Pearl sucked hard, thrusting several fingers deep into the blonde’s abused pussy. Melissa saw stars and the world exploded around her. Her body arched and went rigid as climax shook her body. The big black girl, realizing she had succeeded in pushing her prey over the edge, ground her crotch down hard on the white girl, savagely fucking the pretty blonde’s face. The musky black cunt enveloping Melissa’s face detonated in a juicy explosion that nearly drowned the climaxing white girl. The thick black thighs straddling the blonde’s head squeezed tightly as Pearl orgasmed, making lights dance before the oxygen-starved blonde’s eyes and causing her to teeter on the edge of consciousness, even as her own body continued to spasm in unwelcomed ecstasy. The intense pressure of the big black girl’s strong legs proved to be too much for the weakened blonde. Still caught in the throes of her own climax, she passed out again. * * * * * Melissa came to, slowly. She first became aware of the warm sunlight stabbing at her eyes and the cool breeze that raised goose bumps over her nude body. Nude body? Opening her eyes, she remembered where she was: Still on the lounge chair. But now, Pearl had gotten off her and the bungee cords restraining her had been removed. Weakly, Melissa stood and recovered her bathing suit that had been left in a pile nearby, shuddering as she realized that the bottoms were chilly and damp from her own saliva, from when she had been gagged with them. The other girls were standing nearby. Toya was wearing a smug expression. The deference the other girls paid to her seemed to indicate that Toya was now the group’s new, de facto leader. Evidently, Melissa’s domination had lowered her standing. Amber was adjusting her own bathing suit, eyes downcast, avoiding eye contact. The blush over the redhead’s features seemed to intensify Melissa’s own feelings of humiliation. Rosa was regarding her with a mixture of arousal and disgust. “You got off seexty-nineeng anodderrr wooman!” she said, wrinkling her nose in disdain. “Yer *such* a *dyke*!” Melissa blushed and felt hot tears of shame welling up in her eyes. Toya smiled in victory, turned, and walked towards the gate to leave. Rosa grabbed Amber by the hand and followed. Melissa burst into tears and dropped back down on the lounge chair. She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life. “Now baby,” a deep, soothing voice murmured. “Don’t be cryin’. I‘m still here.” It was Pearl. “I still want you,” the big black girl said, squatting down and kissing the sobbing blonde. Soft kisses. First on one cheek. Then the other. Melissa felt her pussy throb in arousal as the memories of her forced seduction flooded back. “You belong to me now,” the big black girl soothed, kissing a path down the white girl’s soft, pale throat. Her big, black hands cupped the blonde’s large breasts and the white girl felt her nipples harden painfully. She felt so dirty. So perverted. So … Pearl had moved back up Melissa’s neck … her jaw … her cheek … and now pressed her thick, dark lips firmly down on the white girl’s unprotesting mouth. It all felt so good, Melissa realized. The domination. The bondage. Even the humiliation! It had all aroused her to a fever pitch and caused her to climax so hard, it had almost hurt! Slowly, she began to kiss the big black girl back. Pearl seemed momentarily surprised, but quickly responded. Strong black hands began to slowly strip the pliant blonde’s bathing suit off, again. “Is this what I want?” Melissa wondered. “Do I have some need to be dominated? To be …” She broke the kiss and pulled back, confused, trying to sort our her conflicted feelings. “I’m not a submissive,” she thought, mind reeling a sshe tried to collect her thoughts. “I’m not even a lesbian! At least … I didn’t think I was … How can I be so aroused from a fat black girl’s seduction?!?” Glancing at the big black girl, Melissa saw the handful of bright purple bungee cords Pearl was holding. “I think we both like it better, this way,” the big girl told her, tying the white girl’s hands behind her back. “I guess that makes you my ‘Bungee Cord Bitch!’” Melissa felt a flash of shame and arousal shoot through her. Was it true? Was it possible she really did like it better this way – bound with bungee cords and being forced to sexually service another woman? The big black girl laid Melissa down on the concrete floor, on her stomach, and quickly wrapped more of the bungee cords around the white girl’s waist, binding her arms, and then using more to bind her ankles. Thoroughly trussed, Melissa watched helplessly as the big black girl shucked off her bathing suit, again, and sat down in front of her. Pearl spread her fat legs wide and, grabbing Melissa by a fistful of blonde hair, slowly inched forward until the white girl’s head was wedged firmly between her thick, dark thighs. Pearl leaned back so that the blonde’s awkward position firmly pressed Melissa’s face into the black girl’s pussy. As the black girl’s big legs closed around the blonde’s head, Melissa realized there was no escape … now or ever. The big black girl could easily overpower her, physically. Worse, she realized, Pearl easily overpowered her, sexually. The dazed white girl was weak with arousal and found she no longer had a desire to escape. “’Bungee Cord Bitch,’” Melissa thought, burning with shame. “I’m her ‘Bungee Cord Bitch.’” But as lust overcame humiliation, the aroused, bound white girl slowly accepted her new role and began licking her new mistress’ dark pussy.