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Laura - Chapter 330







   By now these comings and goings happened so frequently that Laura and
Makeeda had stopped literally devouring each other at the airport in favor
of waiting for a more lengthy and exhaustively sensual reunion at home. 
The cats, when they saw Makeeda coming through the front door with her
suitcase, fled to safety in other rooms or behind convenient furniture,
knowing that hours of raucous and exuberant fucking were in store.  Laura
bemusedly wondered that the neighbors didn't gather outside and sell
tickets the moment they too saw Makeeda arriving home.



   They slept and awakened and fucked and slept and awakened.  And fucked
some more.  It was about three a.m.  They were drowsily half-intertwined.
Laura nuzzled Makeeda's neck and cupped one of the beautiful breasts she
had been inhaling earlier.  "Let's drive up to Napa Valley and stay in an
expensive hotel and get massages and fuck each other silly and swim in the
hotel pool and sleep and visit wineries and forget about the whole world
for three days," she murmured softly.



   Makeeda smiled lazily in the half-darkness, the room lit only by
streetlights filtered through the blinds.  "Can you get off?"



   "Darling, I can get off just looking in your marvelous hazel eyes,"
Laura said dreamily.  "Or at this incredible body." She stroked Makeeda's
breathtaking naked flesh.



   "I mean work, silly." Makeeda pinched her, but lightly.



   "Ouch.  Yes, I can get off.  I'll quit if they don't let me off for one
or two days."



   "You will not," Makeeda frenched her ear.  "You are the breadwinner.  I
am the flaky artist."



   But in truth Makeeda was currently making more money than she ever had.
Her travel expenses were high at times, but on the other hand she did
almost nothing but work, and so everything went into the bank.  She took
great pride in paying for at least two-thirds of their Napa vacation.  They
stayed at the Napa Valley Inn and did precisely as Laura had predicted,
thinking Napa valley was heaven on earth and wishing they could move there
permanently and just lie in each other's arms forever.



   The sex was sublime.  And exhausting.  Makeeda had, as she told Laura,
`saved it all for you.' Laura knew how many people wanted to fuck Makeeda.
Male and female.  They would have to be blind or insane not to want to. 
And not that she wasn't a very fine, even an inspired, singer, but it also
didn't hurt that she was spectacularly good looking, with a body that put
most female fitness champions in the shade.  Laura knew that Makeeda had
plenty of opportunities, and so she had resigned herself to an occasional
infidelity, especially since Makeeda was on the road so much.



   Moreover, considering her own complicated and varied sex life when
Makeeda was away, she could hardly complain.  They had a policy much like
the Army's: don't ask, and I won't tell you.  Gulp!  That I fucked a hot
young college girl on the sofa in the livingroom, while your dead mother's
picture was looking down on us, and you were off in Amsterdam or someplace!
God, I'm so sorry!



   No, you're not, she could hear Makeeda saying.  You fucked her ears off,
right?  My mother is dead.  She won't care.



   And you don't care?  Laura would ask.



   Did you fall in love with her?



   No.



   Are you going to run away to Tahiti together?



   No.



   Then come here, darling, and fuck my ears off.



   Laura didn't know if it would go like that exactly, but she was sure it
would be close.  Makeeda was remarkably tolerant of Laura's infidelities,
dismissing the ones she knew of (very few) with a wave of the hand.



   Two days after their return from their idyllic days in the Napa valley,
Laura came home from work to find a computer-printed photograph lying on
the bed, as she changed into her after-work clothes.  Makeeda was in the
kitchen making a salad.  Laura picked up the picture.



   A very attractive young blonde woman, with large breasts.  They were
tied up tight, her large dark rose nipples popping and shiny, the center
nubs long and erect.  They were, from Laura's point of view, tied a little
too tightly, since the skin of her breasts was already beginning to bloom
violet with engorged blood.  The rope encasing them was thick brown hemp,
bristly and mean-looking.  There were many tight loops around each breast;
the tight coils made pinch marks in the skin.  After tying her breasts, her
tormentor had also tied her upper arms to her body, then her wrists behind
her back.  She had a shiny red ball gag in her mouth, her brow was furrowed
in fear, her brown eyes stricken and terrified.



   Laura's pulse beat in her throat as she looked at the picture.  Its
message to her was unmistakable.  Tie me up like this.



   Ever since discovering Laura's little secret box of bdsm sex toys in the
garage, where Laura had attempted ineptly to hide it, Makeeda had developed
a fascination with their use.  She knew Laura had done some things in the
past that she would not share, let alone revisit, and this piqued her
curiosity to dangerous levels.  Laura had indulged her a few times in mild
breast bondage, in the Double Penetrator, in spanking and handcuffing, but
Makeeda always wanted to go further than Laura would allow.  Especially she
wanted to feel the whip, which Laura would not permit.  Never.  Cut that
beautiful body with a whip?  Never!



   Makeeda was her heart!  Makeeda was her beacon and her heaven and her
everything.  She might not be able to forego her physical cravings for
other women, and even the emotional resonance some of them summoned so
easily from her, but when she was lying naked in Makeeda's arms she felt
she could die happily that very instant.  Why would she ever want to hurt
her?  Hurt her body?  Humans were so weird and twisted.  Why did they take
pleasure in that?  Why do I sometimes take pleasure in it?  she wondered,
knowing she occasionally did.  Even spanking Makeeda, or fucking her
roughly, had been pleasurable, she knew, though she had to confess chagrin,
to herself at least.



   "Oh, you found it." Makeeda said, appearing from nowhere, from around
the corner, interrupting Laura's uncomfortable reflections.



   Laura was still holding the picture in one hand.  She turned her head,
seeing her standing in the bedroom doorway.  Makeeda was stunning to her at
this moment.  True, she had seen her in the kitchen briefly when she came
into the house, passing it on her way to the bedroom to change.  But at
this instant it was as if she was seeing her for the first time, perhaps
the first time even in months.



   Those eyes, those piercing hazel eyes.  That sensual mouth, even white
teeth, pink tongue.  A tongue that had been inside several parts of her
body.  Makeeda's thick black hair was swept back into a brush-like bun
behind her head and tied with the very hair-tie--a long narrow piece of
black cloth--that Laura had used, at Makeeda's suggestion, a couple of
months ago to tie up Makeeda's naked breasts for the first and only (though
wildly thrilling sexually) time.  Laura did not even dare to look at her
body, perhaps the most perfect body she had ever seen or held in her arms.
Or kissed every inch of.  But even without looking she could see the tight
white jeans and bright yellow ribbed cotton top that Makeeda was wearing,
and she could almost feel in her hands the firm beauty of the woman's
exquisite breasts pushing against the fabric.



   Laura could feel her thighs twitching and flexing.  "Yes . . .  how
could I not find it?" she replied softly, her eyes locked with Makeeda's.



   Makeeda smiled curtly, meaningfully, and she walked over to her.  She
pointed at the blonde woman's tied up breasts.  "Don't you think they tied
her up a little too tight?  I mean, isn't that what you said to me?  Not
too tight.  Cuts off the feeling?  Right?" She looked directly, deeply into
Laura's eyes, as if to say: Don't lie to me, now.



   Laura swallowed.  "Yes . . .  I did say that."



   "I guess you know what I want."



   "I . . .  guess I do."



   Now Makeeda smiled, warmly, broadly.  Gone were the teasing, mysterious
smile and the cunning remarks.  "Let's wait until it gets dark and light a
few candles and do something nasty."



   Laura threw the picture on the bed.  She took Makeeda into her arms. 
"What did you have in mind?  As if I didn't know."



   Makeeda's striking eyes held hers, burned into hers.  She kissed Laura's
cheek, a kiss of deep tenderness.  "Napa was wonderful," she murmured.  "I
love you more than ever." She paused.  "But . . .  I slept with someone in
Belgium.  I lied to you.  This hot Russian girl who just wouldn't leave me
alone.  Kept saying she wanted American black pussy.  I couldn't get rid of
her."



   Laura was getting inflamed, listening to this.



   "Was she . . .  beautiful?"



   Makeeda nodded.  "She was beautiful.  Very tall.  Reddish hair.  She
said she was a Russian Viking.  There are Russian Vikings, you know."



   "Did she impale you on her double-horned hat?  Did you have a Wagnerian
orgasm?"



   Makeeda's enchanting mouth curved into a wry but nasty grin.  "You're
making fun of me." She pinched Laura's ass.  "I cheated on you, and you're
making fun of me!"



   "Ouch!" Laura wriggled away.  "I am not!"



   Makeeda's eyes till held hers.  Slowly, she reached behind her head and
untied the long black piece of cloth that Laura had once used to tie up
her, Makeeda's, breasts.  "She fucked me better than you ever did," she
said evenly, appraising her words' affect on Laura.  "I was very unfaithful
to you.  We fucked for days.  I loved it.  I think I need some . . . 
punishment?  I came unbelievably when Anya fucked me.  I think I was very
bad and you should . . .  what's the word?  Chastise me?"



   She handed the hair-tie to Laura.  Laura was paralyzed by so many
feelings that she could barely move, but she did manage to take the piece
of cloth, knowing what was expected of her.  "An . . .  Anya?" She realized
that her face was flushed, and a hot pulse was beating in her neck.



   Makeeda smirked, taunting her.  "Anya Golovina.  She was . . .  a little
rough.  But wonderful."



   This was turning the knife in the wound.  Laura almost felt herself
physically shudder.  She had a half notion that this was a lie, the actual
lie.  Makeeda had lied to her before--at least she thought they were
lies--about being unfaithful, just so that she could provoke Laura into
some act Laura was reluctant to perform.  Like spanking her, which had
happened last time.



   So, you want me to spank you, eh?  Laura thought.  She realized that
both of them were breathing a little more rapidly than normal.  Makeeda's
eyes seemed to read hers.  They flashed at Laura: I want you do to more
than spank me this time.



   She had always wanted the kiss of the whip.



   "Well then . . ." Laura said, with a cold decisiveness that was unusual,
tossing the hair-tie next to the picture on the bed.  "I guess we'd better
get the real rope this time, instead of this silly cloth.  It sounds like
you deserve something a little more severe."



   A smile of great satisfaction and anticipation spread across Makeeda's
face as she realized she was getting her way.  "I'll get the box," she
said, in a hushed, excited voice.



   While she was gone, Laura stewed in her flux of contradictory feelings.
She felt manipulated, and yet so horny that she wanted to drag Makeeda onto
the bed and fuck her senseless, forgetting about anything else in the
desire to merge their hot, throbbing bodies.  But she knew Makeeda would
resist.  For one thing, resistance made everything hotter.  For another,
Makeeda wanted what she wanted: not a hot, frenzied rape, good as that
might turn out to be, but a slow, building, slightly painful domination
that would culminate in orgasms she had only dreamed of.



   Laura had always resisted hurting her.  She had done bondage and
whipping with a few other women, but she had never been as deeply in love
with them as she was with Makeeda.  On the other hand, none of them had
ever begged or taunted her into complying, as Makeeda repeatedly did.



   She was still stirring this stew when Makeeda returned, carrying the
cardboard box that contained most of Laura's sex toy collection.  She had
the expectant look on her face of a six-year-old about to celebrate the
best birthday of her life so far.  She hugged the box to her chest as if
she did not want to give it up.



   Laura, feeling that it was quickly becoming her role here to enforce
discipline, which would make things so much hotter, pointed sternly to the
bed.  "Put it down."



   Makeeda obeyed, almost shocked by Laura's tone, but pleased too.  She
set the box on the bed and Laura pulled out the coils of brown hemp rope,
brandishing them like a weapon.  She scowled at Makeeda.  "Better take off
those clothes before I rip them off."



   Now Makeeda showed a little squirt of defiance, tilting her head to the
side, sneering back.  "What if I don't?"



   Laura took a step toward her, glowering, and Makeeda quickly began to
disrobe, pulling her cotton top over her head, unzipping her jeans,
unfastening her bra.  This was a dangerous moment for Laura, who could
never look at Makeeda's naked or near-naked body without getting wet
between her thighs and feeling her blood race.  The woman's body was
breathtaking.  Laura had to purposefully compose her features into a mask
of menace in order to hide her clear arousal.



   Makeeda decided to play her role as a meek, contrite maiden.  She
covered her breasts with her hands.  "You're not going to . . .  hurt me.
Are you?  I mean . . .  I didn't start it with . . .  Anya, you know.  She
just wouldn't leave me alone."



   A flashing flare of double entendre lit up deep in Makeeda's startling
hazel eyes.  She knew this could be taken in more than one way.  She was
deliberately trying to arouse in Laura a fierce, somewhat contradictory
passion she could exploit to get Laura to give her what Laura had always
declined to give.



   It was so different with Makeeda.  Laura had done it in the past with
others: ropes, handcuffs, even whips, stinging little riding crops, belts,
nasty thongs.  She had given and received the most shockingly intense
orgasms via these methods.  But she had never been this deeply in love with
her partner in those games, and now a feeling came over her that was
completely new.  It was a fierce, burning lust to do it, to subjugate
Makeeda and give her what she desired, mingled with a seething need to
erupt herself in a killing climax as a result of having done it.



   The first time they had done this it had been playful, though certainly
intense.  Things were somehow different now.  Laura was not gentle while
tying up Makeeda's magnificent naked breasts with the tough, bristly hemp.



   "Oww!" Makeeda finally said.  "Aren't you making it too tight?"



   "You shut up," Laura said, her voice clipped and terse, even mean.



   Makeeda's breasts were fairly large, certainly larger than Laura's.  Not
as large as Karen's, but definitely bigger than Yvette's, or Randi's, two
others Laura had done this with.  But they were so beautifully shaped and
proportionate to the rest of her body that you tended to forget how big
they were.  Now, however, bulging round and shiny, popping almost, from the
tight coils of rope Laura had wrapped around them, they were two hard
beautiful gourds of flesh.  Her large black nipples were swollen like two
dark, near-to-bursting plums.  Laura had indeed tied them too tightly,
feeling this surge of twisted lust rising in her.



   "Oww!  It hurts!"



   "I thought you wanted it to hurt," Laura half-snarled.



   "Not like this." Makeeda winced.  "Please . . .  Laura."



   There was a wide but thin leather belt in the box, which Laura grabbed.
She had not used it, nor felt its sting, in years, but as soon as she
clasped it in her hand she could remember feeling it smash into her own
nipples as Karen wielded it.  She could remember coming unbelievably a few
times as it smacked into her erect clit, while she too was straining
against the ropes.  Karen, ingeniously wicked, had known the magic; she
could tap tap tap your clit until in your eyes she saw the orgasm igniting,
then finish you off with a few sharp cracks that brought on a nuclear bomb
of coming.



   Makeeda's enchanting hazel eyes flared as she saw the belt.  Laura could
see the ambivalence there.  Makeeda did want this, and yet almost
instinctively her head swiveled from side to side, as if to persuade Laura
not to do it.



   Laura spoke evenly.  "Each time you will count, and then say `Anya.'
Like this." She swished the doubled up belt and struck the back of her hand
with it.  Smack.  "One." Smack.  "Anya." Smack.  "Two." Smack.  "Anya." She
glowered at Makeeda.  "Got it?"



   True fright now showed in Makeeda's eyes.  She nodded quickly.  "Laura,
maybe--"



   "No maybes!"



   ". . .  if you . . .  took your clothes off, too?"



   Laura grinned.  "You little slut.  Will it excite you if I'm naked?"



   "Yes!  Please!"



   Laura laid the belt on the bed and quickly disrobed, down to her
underwear.  From experience she believed that a little alluring lingerie,
while still in place, added to the sexual magic of the moment. 
Today--totally unplanned, of course--she had worn a black lace bra and
matching panties, which she could see from Makeeda's expression were just
the right touch.



   She picked up another piece of the bristled rope.  "Put your hands
behind you.  I don't want them interfering."



   "You're going to hurt me, aren't you," Makeeda said in a small voice as
Laura tied her wrists together behind her back.



   Roughly, Laura turned her around and sat her on the edge of the
mattress. Makeeda's breasts were beginning to turn a shade darker than the
rest of her body, since Laura had tied them too tightly, to make a point.
After this, Laura would loosen the coils a little, but she was sticking to
her method for the present.



   Makeeda saw Laura looking at her breasts, all strangled and engorged and
bursting, throttled by rope coils, and she looked down at them herself. 
"They hurt," she said, her brow furrowing.



   "Not as much as they're going to," Laura said, menacingly.



   Makeeda looked up at her, piteous, perhaps having second thoughts.



   "Are you ready?" Laura reached for the belt.



   Briefly gnawing the inside of her lower lip, Makeeda nodded.



   "Each breast gets its `Anya,'" she said through her teeth, eyes
flashing.



   She snapped the flat surface of the double folded belt into Makeeda's
swelling left nipple, making a square hit.



   "Anngghh!  Oh shit!"



   "Count!" Laura commanded.



   "One!" Makeeda said in a shaky voice.



   Immediately, Laura snapped the same nipple again, a little harder.



   "Aiiee!"



   "Name!"



   "Anya!"



   Laura could actually feel the surge of hot blood in her body, rushing to
her head, hammering behind her eardrums.  She knew Makeeda could feel it
too, as well as the flash of discomfort in her breast.  It couldn't really
be pain yet, Laura knew, since she had not whipped it hard enough.



   She moved to Makeeda's right nipple, a gorgeous, swelling black bud,
glossy and distended, the center nub erect and proud.  Thwack!  The belt
smacked squarely into it.



   "Unnggeeee!" Makeeda yelped, wincing, her body instinctively pulling
back.



   "Count!" Laura barked.



   "Two!" Makeeda cried out.



   Again, Laura smacked the same nipple with the flat side of the doubled
up belt, again a little harder than the first time.



   "Ow!" Makeeda whimpered.  "Anya!" she added, without prompting.



   Now Laura could see tears forming in Makeeda's eyes.  This was the point
where it was hard for her not to break.  I love this woman!  she said to
herself.  I can't stand hurting her!  And yet, Makeeda glowered up at her.



   "Well?" she said to Laura, her eyes hostile and yet beseeching through
the film of tears, as yet unspilled.



   Laura cocked the belt and again smacked it into Makeeda's left breast,
harder than ever this time.  But this time Makeeda did not yelp, merely
squeaked a little and held her breath, as if determined not to let Laura
have the pleasure of making her scream.



   "Mmng!" she half-gulped, biting off her cry.  "Three!"



   The dynamics of the game were very clear to Laura, who had gone through
it in baroque detail with Karen years ago.  She was not going to let
Makeeda win.  The next blow was the harshest she had yet delivered.



   "Aiinnggeee!" Makeeda cried, this time shrinking back violently, falling
back on the mattress briefly before struggling again to a sitting position.



   This time the tears were streaming down her cheeks.  She looked down at
the breast Laura had just assaulted, as if somehow its appearance would
betray the stinging pain she felt in it.  No luck; it was as beautiful as
ever, gourd-shaped and hard because of the tight coils that entrapped it,
the large black nipple shiny and swollen.



   "Name!" Laura barked.



   "An . . .  Anya . . ." Makeeda whimpered, looking up pathetically at
Laura.



   "Do you want to stop?"



   Makeeda shook her head vigorously.



   Laura lowered her voice to a more soothing, insinuating level.  "If we
stop, we can fuck," she tempted.



   Makeeda glowered at her, her face shiny and wet with tears.  "Never . .
. you cunt!" she said.



   Laura's eyes widened and flared with menace.  She instantly smacked
Makeeda's right breast flat on with the belt, a sharp thwack.  Makeeda
jumped and grimaced.



   "Unngg!  Four!" Her hazel eyes were jeweled with tears, her mouth a
slash of pain.  She looked up at Laura.  "You cunt," she repeated.  "You
can't even hurt me."



   Laura snapped the wide belt against Makeeda's swelling, popping right
nipple again, with added force.



   "Oww!" Makeeda yelped.  "Anya!"



   Now Laura began to strike her strangled, throttled breasts harder with
the flat surface of the doubled up belt, somehow feeling it was part of the
bargain to make her wince and scream, to make her feel the pain she
appeared to crave, to prove she could do it, make Makeeda cry out and plead
and beg her to stop.



   "Five!" Whack!  "Anya!" Whack!  "Six!" Whack!  "Anya!" "WHACK!"



   Tears were streaming down Makeeda's lovely face, staining her cheeks,
dripping from her chin, her eyes ablaze with pain, her mouth a pathetic
grimace of distress.  Her tears even wetted the swollen, bursting gourds of
her rope-entrapped breasts.  She looked down at them, wincing each time the
flat side of the leather belt crushed her vulnerable nipples.



   Seven . . .  eight . . .  nine . . .  ten.  She shouted out Anya's name
each time, her voice getting louder and more defiant with each smack of the
leather against her painfully swollen breasts.  Finally, Laura stopped. 
There was, after all, a point of diminishing returns in this kinky charade.
After a certain level of pain was reached, it wouldn't get any worse. 
Laura had tied her breasts too tightly in the beginning, she knew that,
cutting off all but the harshest sensations.  Now, there was little point
in pushing it further.



   She dropped the belt beside Makeeda on the mattress and began loosening
the coils.  Makeeda whimpered, then sat quietly while tears continued to
flow down her cheeks.  Laura did not remove the rope entirely but just
loosened it enough to allow blood to flow back into the darkened globes. 
It was very hard for her, being so hungrily oral, not to fall on them with
her mouth and fingers, but that would have to wait.



   Makeeda said nothing but simply allowed herself to be manipulated. 
After loosening the breast coils, Laura turned her onto her stomach on the
mattress, so that the firm moons of her peerless ass were uptilted and
luscious.  Makeeda did have the most beautiful bottom in creation.



   "Something tells me you need a little spanking . . .  to teach you a
lesson," she said, remembering how hot their last episode of this had
become.  Spanking had made Makeeda crave to be strap-on fucked hard, and
she had come unbelievably.



   She had stopped crying by now and merely grinned helplessly at Laura,
face down on the bed, her hands still tied behind her back, just above her
breathtaking ass.



   "You are a sadist," she murmured in a choked voice.  "You get off on
hurting me."



   Both of them knew that this was calculated to inflame the situation
further, since Laura was reluctant in the first place ever to hurt Makeeda,
and Makeeda knew it.



   Laura clenched her teeth.  "You better quit taunting me or you'll find
out."



   "Aren't you going to gag me?  Like last time?  If you're going to whip
me, I'll scream.  The police will come."



   Laura reached for the ball gag, taking it from the cardboard box and
roughly placing the ball in Makeeda's mouth and fastening the Velcro strap
tightly behind her neck.  "Now . . .  you naughty little girl . . .  you
are going to get a real whipping," she panted, realizing that her breath
was coming almost as fast and jagged as Makeeda's.



   Makeeda writhed and wriggled on the mattress, knowing what was coming.
Although it seemed impossible to Laura that anything could make the woman's
rising dark brown moons more delectable or desirable, this movement did it.
Again, she wanted to kiss them, squeeze them, suck them, bite them, invade
them.  But she had to hold to the script.  She picked up the belt again,
folding it in half, raising it up over Makeeda's splendid, vulnerable ass.



   And then she began to whip it with the belt in a frenzy, in a fury,
whipping Makeeda rapidly and sharply, watching the alarm in her expression
turn in a flash into terror and pain.  She squealed and whinnied into the
ball gag, but her cries were totally crushed and muffled.  Laura whipped
her harder.  Makeeda writhed and moaned and screamed, as she had warned she
would, into the gag, to no avail.



   Then, suddenly, in mid-stroke, Laura dropped the belt.  As exciting as
this was to both of them--Makeeda, though sobbing and squealing in terror
and pain, was smiling ecstatically through her tears--it was nothing like
the feeling of Laura's bare hand striking her incredible ass.  Makeeda's
eyes fluttered open at the instant Laura dropped the belt, as if she were
on the same wavelength and knew exactly what was coming next.



   What came next was the flat of Laura's hand, smacking into the bare,
jiggling moons of her beautiful ass.  The frenzy they both fell into
briefly at this moment was unbelievable.  Laura spanked her without mercy,
fiercely, the flat of her palm smacking repeatedly into the delicious dark
jouncy moons of Makeeda's breathtaking ass cheeks, biting, sharp, a savage
spanking.  Makeeda twisted and squealed and shimmied her ass, as if trying
to evade each blow but never managing to do it, her round buttocks uptilted
to each wild smack of Laura's hand.



   "Mnnnggg . . . .  mnngghhiieeee!  Onnmmggeee!" she wailed, writhing and
twisting, her cries muffled by the red rubber ball in her mouth, her whole
body shaking and shuddering as the sexual excitement of this fearsome
spanking overwhelmed her.  "Mnnggeeee!  Auummggnnnggg!  Nnnggeeee!"



   But she was not coming yet, only getting closer, Laura knew.  Laura also
knew that if Makeeda had truly wanted to get away, she could have easily
rolled to the side, slid off the bed, ran from the room.  Instead, she
squealed and then clenched her fantastic buns and waved her ass in Laura's
face, waiting for the next blow, which came in quick succession after the
last one.  Laura had never spanked anyone so hard, or so fast.



   "Mmmnngggeeeee!  Mmmmnnngeeee!" Makeeda screamed, tossing her head,
snuffling for breath through her nose, grunting, making a deep, guttural,
lowing sound as the pain and sexual excitement gripped her quivering naked
body.



   This was the preparation.  Laura knew from having experienced it herself
in the past that the sexual mania grew and grew under this kind of
treatment until it was approaching the bursting level.  It would take very
little to make Makeeda come now, and now was the time.  There was plenty of
rope still left in the box.  Quickly, Laura snatched up a couple of
strands. Rolling Makeeda over onto her back, she tied the rope around each
of Makeeda's knees, then pulled them open, securing the end of each rope to
the bed frame below the box spring, so that now Makeeda's thighs were
completely spread and her inflamed, gorgeous, glistening black pussy was
exposed, the inner wet sleeve fiery and hot pink.



   She had to work fast since she knew Makeeda's arousal level would drop
if there was too long a delay.  But now it was impossible to for her to
close her thighs against the blows to come.



   "You wanted this," Laura said to her, seeing the streaks of drying tears
on her cheeks, and her almost desperate longing to be fucked or otherwise
brought to a sexual release, so visible in her glowing hazel eyes.



   After a second, Makeeda nodded, confirming it.  She even made a soft,
tiny "Mnnggg!" squeak into the ball gag.



   Laura snatched up the belt.  There was no time to waste.  She knew from
having it done to her by Karen that a continuing though gentle tapping of
the clit by the whip would bring you close enough for only three or four
hard blows at the end to make you come.  If done right, it didn't even hurt
afterward.  You were so close that almost anything would make you come.



   Makeeda did not know this, though, and was terrified as Laura began
lightly to tap her splayed and oozing pussy with the flat end of the
doubled up belt.  All she could think of, no doubt, was the harsh whipping
Laura had earlier give her breasts with it.  As if to remind her of it,
from time to time Laura moved the belt from Makeeda's crotch up to her
still strangled and vulnerable breasts, whipping her nipples again, a
little harder than she had been whipping her pussy, hard enough to sting.



   "Annmmggnniiee!" Makeeda yelped into the ball gag, the tears starting
again down her cheeks.



   She writhed and bucked, but quickly settled again into a twisting,
gyrating rhythm as Laura brought the whip back to her swollen pussy.  She
might be afraid of the eventual punishment she could receive there, but
nothing could keep her body from responding to the steady, relentless
tapping Laura was administering.



   "Unggmm!  Unggmm!" she began to grunt softly, swirling her pussy up into
the belt that was steadily tapping the shiny, erect little berry of her
clit, pushing out excitedly from its hood at the top of her splayed and wet
pussy.  "Ummngggg!"



   "You are going to come, you nasty little cunt," Laura said to her.  "I
shouldn't let you come.  You want to come, don't you.  You want me to whip
it right out of you.  Don't you."



   Frantically, Makeeda nodded her head, squirming even more heatedly now.
"Mmnnggg!"



   Tap tap tap.



   "Ummnngg!  Ummnngg!  Nnggeee!"



   Again Laura knew from past experience that you could see it in the eyes.
If anyone ever bothered to pay attention, you could see it in the eyes of
the victim: the flash, the spark, the flicker, the sudden recognition that
her body was about to explode in shocking rapture.  She saw it now, deep in
Makeeda's magical eyes.  The sparking, crackling fires.  After fifteen or
twenty light but relentless taps, she was on the brink.



   "Oh god, you're going to come, aren't you, you nasty, fucking little
cunt bitch!" Laura swore at her, picking up the tempo now, knowing this
words would inflame Makeeda even further, knowing now that they were
hurtling toward the finish line, only indeed seconds away from it.



   Still, she was not whipping Makeeda's pussy harder, only a little
faster. But the increased speed was driving them both into a frenzy. 
Makeeda was now churning and gyrating her pelvis, pushing her pussy up to
meet the whip, desperate to come.



   "Twat!  Lying cunt!  Fucking little shit!" Laura swore as she now began
to deliver the final blows.



   "Unnmmggee!  Unnmmggeee!" Makeeda squealed and whimpered, her hips
shuddering as the last two or three culminating whacks, now delivered by
Laura with full force, landed on her exposed, inflamed, vulnerable, and to
Laura very beautiful pussy.



   "Oh god . . .  yes . . .  now!" Laura heard herself muttering almost
under her breath as she watched Makeeda's whole luscious body go into
convulsions in the grip of a fierce, rupturing orgasm.



   Makeeda's body arched, and the whole middle half of it rose up from the
mattress, as she dug her heels into it, and her elbows, and shuddered
violently as massive shockwaves gripped her flesh.



   "Mnngggiiieee!" she tried to shriek.  "Mnngggiiieee!"



   It seemed ages since Laura had ever seen anyone come this hard, or since
she had done it herself.  Certainly she had never seen Makeeda in the grip
of such a violent climax.  It was not one of her I'm dying of bliss kinds
of orgasms.  Thank god for that, Laura thought.  But it was equally
shattering, she knew, for Makeeda in a very short period went through five,
six, seven wrenching convulsions and muffled shrieks before her exhausted
body fell back to the bed.  Laura, she realized, had been whipping her
throughout, though in reality it had been only three or four blows.



   Makeeda indeed came unbelievably, but it quickly became apparent to
Laura that she could not breathe.  Laura flung the whip aside and quickly
ripped open the Velcro strap of the ball gag behind Makeeda's head.  She
pulled the ball out of Makeeda's mouth and flung the whole apparatus across
the room.



   "Auunnnnnggggghhhh!" a loud moan suddenly escaped from Makeeda's mouth.
She was still coming down from the violence of her wrenching orgasm.  "Oh .
. .  oh shit oh Laur--"



   But Laura covered her mouth with a ravenous kiss before she could get
out anything else.  "Ummmmnnnn . . .  ummnnnngggg!" she hummed and groaned
into Makeeda's mouth, slithering her tongue in deep, feeling a coarse,
animalistic hunger for her.



   "Oh god, Laura, yes!" Makeeda panted, suddenly coming to life out of her
groggy trance of ecstasy.



   Only at this moment did Laura realize that she had made a mistake in not
removing all of her underwear too when she had undressed earlier.  Now she
had a desperate need to feel her hot flesh, all of it, pressing Makeeda's
everywhere, and she almost ripped off her bra and panties in her haste to
feel it.



   "Oh . . .  Laura!"



   "Yes . . .  yes . . ." Laura gasped, filling her hands with the taut,
strangled globes of Makeeda's perfect, tightly trussed breasts, then
lowering her mouth to them and sucking Makeeda's swollen, bursting black
nipples maniacally.



   "Oh Laura . . .  do me do me I want it . . ." Makeeda panted in a low,
fevered voice, almost inaudibly, not a command but a request.  "I . . .  I
can come again!  Hurry!"



   Laura certainly had no difficulty responding to this plea.  Much of
their sex had always been somewhat frenzied, which Laura had chalked up to
their long separations.  It often took them days to calm down into a
gentler rhythm, to let tenderness creep into their fierce desire.  But this
moment must have been the most frenzied sex they had ever had.



   Laura was quickly all over Makeeda's partially bound body.  Since
Makeeda's thighs were still held apart by the ropes, her crotch was
completely vulnerable, and Laura quickly pushed her own sopping wet and
throbbing pussy into Makeeda's exposed slit and began pumping wildly.  At
the same time she tried to completely consume Makeeda with her hands and
her mouth, almost tearing at her sweet dark flesh in a nearly insane fit of
physical hunger.



   The hot, wet gash of Makeeda's swollen pussy mashing against hers was
overpowering.  She needed it, she had to have it, she had to feel the raw
slippery wet meat of Makeeda's cunt flesh sliding and pushing into her own,
and the feel of it nearly drove her crazy.



   "Mmmnggggg . . .  oh god . . .  oh god I love you . . .  oh god I want
you I love you I . . .  I . . ."



   "Shut up, Laura, and do me hard," Makeeda panted back to her, twisting,
writhing under Laura's hungry fuck-assault, pumping and grinding her pelvis
up and into Laura's wet cunt, gasping as a quick confluence of melding
orgasms seemed to sweep them up in unison and prepare to squeeze and suck
the life out of them both in a blaze of stupendous hot coming.



   "Come with me, honey!" Laura half-squeaked, sounding ridiculous to
herself but knowing Makeeda would be feeling it too, though it was usually
impossible to time any explosion that way.



   "Yes . . .  yes!" Makeeda gasped, twitching, already coming, rubbing her
body frantically against Laura's as sharp spasms began to clench her.



   "Oh!" Laura cried out.  "Oh!"



   "Yes.  Unnmmnnggghiiiiieeee!" Makeeda wailed, flipping and surging off
the mattress.



   "Oh!" Laura cried out again.  She churned, she pumped, she pumped, she
gyrated.  "Oh!  UMMNNGGGHHIIIEEEE!"



   "Ahhnnngggg!  Ahhnngggg!" Makeeda moaned.  "Ummmmm!"



   Laura's sharp cries mingled with Makeeda's, and for several seconds
their bodies collided like two galaxies meeting in a huge conflagration,
erupting, exploding, shooting and spurting great geysers of fire into the
air, groaning and grunting and gasping together as thrilling, wracking
convulsions of their twin orgasms gripped them.



   And then Makeeda fell over the cliff.  It had been months since she had
had one of her coma-like orgasms, where she fell apparently into a deep,
quivering trance, not passing out so much as floating on a hot turbid cloud
of ecstasy for long minutes, until she finally surfaced, groggy and
glowing, as if the trip to heaven and back had been a little daunting but
unforgettable.



   Time must have stopped.  It seemed forever before either of them
recovered from this horrific meltdown, though Makeeda took longer to return
from her deep seizure.  Laura lay gasping on top of Makeeda's trussed body,
crushing her already strangled breasts, breathing into her neck.  Makeeda
seemed dazed and stunned by it.  But Laura did feel her lips on her own
neck, then on her cheek.



   "Laura . . .  I'm getting a cramp," she murmured.  "You better get off
me."



   "Oh god, you're right!" Laura gasped, rolling over and sitting up.  "You
poor thing."



   Very hastily, she rolled Makeeda to the side to untie her wrists; then
she did the same with her thighs, and lastly unwrapped the coils of rope
from around her magnificent breasts.  She kissed the marks left in
Makeeda's skin by the rope, all around each breathtaking breast.



   "These will be gone in a few hours," she murmured, feeling deeply
guilty.



   Makeeda, far from being hostile, seemed melting with love as she gazed
in Laura's eyes, then looked down at the circles around her breasts.  "I
hope they stay there forever . . .  so I can remember it," she said softly.
"Each time I look at them."



   Laura nuzzled her under each breast.  "Each time I look at them I'll
feel this horrible guilt."



   Makeeda embraced her, pushing their naked breasts together.  "You never
fucked me better," she whispered in Laura's ear.  "But I have a secret to
tell you."



   "What?" Laura smiled.



   "That was all a lie.  About Anya." Makeeda pulled back so that she could
see Laura's expression.



   Laura smiled.  "You bitch," she said, calmly.  "I thought it might be."



   Makeeda smirked playfully.  "There was an Anya, of course.  She worked
on the administrative end of the jazz festival.  Married to one of the
producers.  She was sweet to me.  To everybody.  I lied.  I was a bad girl,
lying to you.  How else could I get you to do it?"



   Laura made a mock hostile face at her.  "I ought to do it to you again.
To punish you for lying."



   Makeeda in return made a mock shame face, looking down like a bad little
girl.  "You were mean to me.  You whipped my pussy."



   "You loved every second of it."



   Now Makeeda looked back up at her, smiling broadly.  "God, I never knew
you could come that hard from being whipped."



   "Does it hurt?" Laura felt she pretty much knew the answer to this
question.  It didn't hurt afterward, if you did it right.



   Makeeda shook her head.  "You are an expert."



   Laughing, Laura wrestled her onto her back on the bed.  "Next time, it
will hurt," she threatened, but with a smile.



   Makeeda teased her.  "Oh goody.  How long do I have to wait?" When she
saw that Laura was not going to answer, she grew serious.  "Not often.  But
sometimes?"



   Laura nodded, reluctantly.  "If you're naughty and deserve it."



   "What if I lie about being naughty?"



   Laura did not answer the question but kissed her passionately.  "I know
you just had some killer climaxes, but I think I could come a gazillion
more times, you're getting me so hot."



   "Want me to whip you?" Makeeda asked brightly, sitting up, as if ready
for anything.



   Laura dragged her back down again.  "No, I want you to fuck me.  I want
you to give me the famous Makeeda fucking that makes me sing for weeks,
just because you are mine."



   Makeeda grinned happily and began to stroke and nuzzle Laura's naked
body.  "Mmmmm, I think I can do that.  I think I can do that just fine."



   "Only this time," Laura murmured, "let's try to keep it a little
quieter. I think the poor cats are about to apply for new owners.  All we
do is claw each other and make each other scream."



   "I'm going to make you scream," Makeeda smiled, beginning to swarm all
over her again.



















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