Brattygal

Waking up felt more difficult than ever after a whole day of hiking, and Mimi emerged from sleep so reluctantly and gradually that it took her a full minute to realize she couldn't move. It took another confused, dreamy minute to figure out that there were ropes binding her body at practically every single joint, and although that was enough to make her mumble a befuddled, vaguely questioning grunt her brain was still too muddled by slumber to make words happen properly. Which meant the first speech of the morning came from Gloria, saying, "Wow, you really are a sucker for hypnosis, aren't you?"

That brought another, even more confused grunt in response, which then brought a sense of warm pressure resting on Mimi's thighs as she felt Gloria clambering onto the bed to straddle her. "Last night, silly," the redhead chuckled, her fingers sneaking in to play with Gloria's surprisingly wet pussy. "We got back to the hotel and you were sore and exhausted, and I offered to give you a massage, and when I started talking you through it you got so relaxed and dopey you didn't even hesitate before rolling over onto your back when I told you to. And when I started playing with your tits, well, you were just gone, gone, gone. You're still kind of gone, aren't you, honey?" Mimi mumbled something nonverbal in agreement before she even realized it, but that was enough to shake her from her stupor at least a little as she recognized what was happening to her.

But only a little. That was the astounding part, the dawning awareness that even though her friend's friend had hypnotized her and tied her up and was currently sinking two fingers into her cunt up to the knuckle Mimi still couldn't muster up the will to lever herself out of this drowsy trance she'd slipped into. The rest of the night after she lay down on the bed for the massage was little more than a blur, she had no idea whether they'd joined Paul and Donna for dinner the way they planned or if they just left the couple to their own devices, and apparently she hadn't even woken up when Gloria got out several lengths of rope and bound her body into squirming helplessness. And even now, finding out what had happened, she wasn't waking in more than a notional sense of the word.

"Don't worry," Gloria cooed, smoothing away that vague, disjointed sense of concern Mimi felt before it could coalesce. "I'll take care of everything, pretty girl. I'll tell Paul and Donna you need a day to recover--they won't mind, they've only got eyes for each other anyway--and then you and I can spend the whole morning in bed together with your cunt getting what it needs and your mind getting weaker and weaker and weaker for me. Doesn't that sound extra nice, baby doll?" Mimi couldn't even lever her eyes open to glance back at Gloria, let alone resist the soothing tone in the other woman's voice, and she once again found herself simply grunting in agreement because making word sounds felt too much like work. It loosely occurred to her that if she hadn't been too cheap to spring for her own room, none of this would be happening, but even that thought slipped away after only a few moments.

Gloria must have liked what she heard, because she laughed in pure delight and fingered Mimi even more vigorously. "Oh, we're going to be best friends by the time this trip is over," she purred, her voice thick with triumph. "Real gal pals." Mimi's befuddled mind wrapped around the notion as though it was the only solid truth in the whole world, and she knew how completely she'd succumbed when even her climax elicited little more than a sleepy sigh of pure, mindless ecstasy for her Mistress.

"I think we need to talk about these silly little notions of yours," Becca murmured, her sultry voice rendered infinitely more seductive by the two fingers buried in Susan's cunt all the way up to the knuckle. "Now, you were telling me you were straight just an hour ago, and I think that's so adorable of you, but I don't think it really fits the facts, do you? I think it's really better to describe you as a needy bisexual slut who's so desperate for a big hard cummie that she can't keep her hands off her tits while I finger her pussy, and you have to admit--that suits you so much better, doesn't it?"

Susan tried to reply, even though her muddled brain wasn't sure whether she planned to spit back some useless defiance or simply beg for the climax she could feel pressing in on her, but her words were obliterated even in the privacy of her own head when Becca's thumb found Susan's clit and rubbed her to an explosive grunt of pure ecstasy. Susan's fingers pinched her own nipple so hard it practically hurt, desperate to add that tiny little extra bit of sensation she knew would get her over the edge, but Becca was a master at reading people and refused to give it to her. She kept Susan right where she wanted her, the whole time, waiting for an admission Susan knew it would be a mistake to give.

And she was so fucking nice about it, too. "Ohhh, sweetie!" she cooed, the words dripping with mock sympathy even as her eyes drank in the sight of Susan's desperate thrashing with playful amusement sparkling in their depths. "I know, it's so hard for you being all stuck like that, isn't it? Don't worry, I know I can help you. All you need to do is tell me the truth, just say you're a bisexual slut and you need me to make you cum, and I can make all that frustration go away. Don't you want that, baby girl? Don't you want to stop needing this so much?" Susan's eyelids squeezed shut, and her back arched on the prop bed they were supposed to be getting out of storage for the summer play. She knew there was no way out of this except to admit defeat, but she didn't know where that would lead so she tried her best to hold onto her only ally--silence.

She failed. Susan didn't know how long it took, because time lost all meaning when Becca was playing with her cunt like that, but eventually she heard a thin, reedy whimper gasping out, "I… I'm a bisexual slut…." and she realized the voice belonged to her. It completed the dissociation she'd been drifting into ever since Becca began touching her, convincing her fully that she was nothing more than a passenger in her own body watching her descent into lesbian submission, and she gave up trying to fight anymore as she heard herself say, "And I need you to make me cum." It didn't seem real, none of it did, but the orgasm she experienced was very real and it was the best climax she'd ever had in her entire life.

It wasn't nearly enough to sate her, though, and soon she was weakly grasping at Becca's wrist in a pathetic effort to keep the other woman's hand inside her cunt. "Oh, does my good girl need some more?" Becca chuckled, clearly expecting exactly this kind of submissive behavior now that the first violent cracks had shown in Susan's resistance. "Well, I think she's going to have to earn it. I think she's going to have to tell me just what she's willing to do for another big, strong cummie like that." The use of the third person only intensified Susan's dissociation from her own identity, and she found herself dazedly agreeing with Becca's words as if they were talking about someone else entirely. There were still six whole weeks before the play even premiered, and Susan was now fully certain that by the time it wrapped production she'd be nothing more than a helpless slave to the woman fingering her slick pussy.

You look up, already annoyed because it’s Johnny soap mactavish, your roommates best friend that you find to be more of a pest than anything else.

“Excuse me? Why are you even here? Kyle’s out.”

He ignores the latter question. “That guy last night? Fakest moans I’ve heard in a long time.”

You throw your pillow at him “piss off.”

He chuckles, grabbing the pillow from you, “maybe you wouldn’t be so uptight if you just got a good lay in ya.”

Which is how you end up sprawled on your bed with two of soaps fingers sunken into your pussy. “T-this is only happening once by the way.”

He rolls his eyes, curling his fingers upwards at a nasty angle that causes your hips to buck. “Dinnae worry, Princess. I got the message the last four times ya said it.”

His fingers are thick and his palm is calloused as it slams against your clit with each pump of his fingers. You grit your teeth, refusing to believe that Johnny might be right and he in fact might be the best lay you’ll ever have.

“Tell me, doll. What was it like? Did’ya ride his face since he can’t eat ya out properly or is he not enough for a pillow princess like you?”

The scowl on your face tells him you have some choice words as a response but he quickly cuts you off. “Oh please, we all know you’re definitely a pillow princess.”

He leans down, blowing against your tender clit before suckling at it lightly. Your legs tremble, threatening to close but a gentle spank followed by a large palm pressing against your thigh keeps you open.

The build up comes quicker than you’d like to admit. Your shallow breathes don’t do anything to hide the fact that you’re about to cum.

oh god- you’re cumming…cumming, cum-

You gasp at the sudden removal of his presence. You look up in shock, finding a smug Johnny between your legs. By the look on his face, he knows exactly what he’s doing. Fuck him.

“Beg for me, doll. Tell me you’re sorry for being such a brat all the time.”

You refuse. You might be teetering the edge of an orgasm but you still have your pride.

However, your refusal doesn’t put him off, instead he inches closer, fingers playing with your folds as if they were pages of a book. “It would be no fun if you were compliant anyways.”

You learn Johnny is a stubborn man- ruining orgasm after orgasm. He brings you to your high quickly, reckless demeanor contrasting with his precise movements.

Even when your pussy is squeezing his cock like it doesn’t want to let go, he finds the will to pull out and leave you shamefully pulsing around nothing.

He does this over and over and over- until you’re a sobbing mess. His name sounds so nice on your tongue followed by a broken “please” or “I’m sorry.”

But one isn’t enough. You’ve been a bitch to Johnny in the past, as he had been to you (but Johnny ignores this fact), and he plans on getting his fill all in one night.