Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire) (50 page)

Lena picked up the banana from the nightstand. As thick around as the neck of the wine bottle at its deepest point of insertion, the banana looked like it could be painful. Lena didn’t care. Lenore wanted the experience of getting fucked by a fruit, Lenore was going to
get
the experience of being fucked by a fruit.

Lena opened her mouth and inserted the banana, licking it with her tongue, mocking Lenore’s yearning. Lenore’s mouth opened, her tongue reaching out for the toyus fruiticus.

“You want this in you, baby? You sure? Really? Nah. I don’t think you want this. I think you’re just kidding.”

“Fuck me, God damn it! Fuck me, Lena! Now!”

“Okee Dokee.”

PLUNGE!

“Ah mierda! Mierda! Dios mio! Oh Lena! Dios mio! It is too big! Dios mio! Pull it out! Quickly!”

“Hmmm… Maybe… Maybe you just haven’t had time to adjust.”

Lena withdrew the banana an inch or two, letting Lenore’s tunnel recover to a more “Rory-sized” diameter.

“Ohhh… Ohhh… That is much better… Thank you. Try again. Go more slowly…”

Stretching Lenore’s overworked pussy proved swift and (relatively) painless. After five or so minutes of pumping at increasing depths, Lena stretched Lenore’s vagina enough to engage the entire girth of the earthy toy. Moments later, Lenore released another chain-jangling rambunctious climax. After removing the fruity fucker, Lena knelt beside the bed, peeled the banana, and fed it to Lenore in pieces to help her re-energize.

Watching Lenore taper from their twisted sex play, Lena felt a strangely mortifying sensation overtake her kink-possessed heart. The Wild Child thought about her torture of the roommate. Then she considered the heady sensation of control it gave her over the not-so-innocent victim. Though Lenore claimed she wanted the abuse, and though Lena enjoyed offering the abuse, the Wild Child nevertheless reckoned it as one thing above all else…

Abuse.

Shame swept over Lena’s soul. The sense of gleeful domination she relished as she fucked herself with the wine bottle, dripping her essence over Lenore’s trapped face, withered. She needed a hot shower. Lena wanted to scrub The Mistress's lingering stench from her body.

It was time to bring their warped excursion to an end, to bring her Freaky Baby back to earth. When she spoke, the voice of “Lena: Dungeon Mistress” was replaced by “Lena: Seriously Concerned Roommate.”

“So are we done yet, Lenore? I mean, can we cut loose and end this now? I think you’ve had about as much as I can give you. All this kinky stuff is… I mean... It was a
little
fun, but… It’s really not my thing, Freaky Baby. I feel a little creeped out about all this. Are you ready to unhook?”

“No, I am not finished Lena. I want more.”

Lena’s eyes betrayed her fear. “What? What the hell? What more can I do to you, Lenore? I mean, what more can I do that wouldn’t get really nasty? I already fucked you with a wine bottle and a banana. That was pretty hard core all by itself, sweetie. What more could you possibly want?”

Lenore blew Lena a kiss. “It is time for my spanking, Wild Child.”

“She has to be kidding.”
“You want me to do
what
, Freaky?”

“It is time for you to spank me.”

A moment of stone-faced silence punctuated Lenore’s request. Standing by the footboard of the bed, Lena stared at Lenore, struggling to understand the appeal of the diva’s latest deviant pursuit.

“But why, Lenore?”

Lenore looked up from her trapped position and grinned. “Because I have been a very naughty girl, dear.”

With a hint of consternation, Lena refused. “No. No way. Not a chance. I’m not doing it.”

“Why not?” asked the chained concubine.

“Because I’m not going to hit you, that’s why.”

“But this is spanking, Lena, not hitting. What is wrong with spanking me? You spank me all the time after you beat me at a game of trash talk.”

“Yeah, true. But let me ask you a question. Are you asking me to put you over my knee this time?”

“Nooo. I was hoping…”

“I KNEW IT! You want me to tie you up again, don’t you!”

“Well of course! We just had a lot of fun with me chained up. You made me come, Lena. You came. Why won’t you chain me up before you spank me?”

“Because.”

“Because is not a valid answer, Lena.”

Lena crossed her arms and assumed a defiant stance. “I don’t care if it’s a valid answer or not. I will not chain you to the bed and spank you! That's that!”

“Lena, I do not see the harm in this. I just want to see how it feels to be spanked when I am chained to the bed. Why won’t you do this for me?”

Pacing away from the bed, the Wild Child stared back at the detained dyke. She took in the full sweep of Lenore’s undeniably smokin’ condition. Covered in sweat, pussy dripping with fresh excitement, her hair sloppy and wet, with her shaved taco and zero-tan-line “V” drawing Lena back for more cunnilingus, Lenore exuded “fly trap.” Lena was the ill-advised fly.

“I just can’t do it, Lenore.”

“Please, Lena. It will be fine, I promise!”

“Look, Lenore, this is different. This isn’t like me licking you or making love to you while you’re strapped down. This isn't even me shoving things up your pussy and making you come while you’re strapped down. This is me
hurting you
while you’re strapped down. I don’t want to hurt you, Lenore!”

“Oh stop being such a child and just do it!”

“I’ll tell you what, Freaky. I’ll take you over my knee and spank you, okay? Then, if it hurts too much you can just get up and leave.”

“NO, Lena! I already know what it feels like when you spank me that way! This must be
different
! I must know how this feels! Just unhook me, let me flip over, chain me again, and then spank me! They let me do it to them up at the estate, now I want to know how it feels. We had so much fun with the wine bottle, Wild Child! Let’s have fun doing
this!
”

Speaking from never-to-be-forgotten experience, the Wild Child balked. “Lenore… You have no idea what you’re asking me to do. It's no fun to get beat up, baby. Trust me.”

“But Lena, I am not asking you to beat me up! I am asking you to spank me. Just a little bit. That is not so bad, is it?”

The Wild Child leaned against the dresser and rocked, keeping her distance from the Ivy League roommate who seemed to have lost her ever-fucking mind. The scent of freshly copulated cunny floated across the room, slithering upward into Lena’s nostrils, nudging its way past her better judgment. Lena shivered. Her denial wavered. A sick feeling in the pit of her stomach battled against a feeling of heat in her pussy as she remembered how exciting it was to shove toys into the manacled model’s muff.

“But what if it gets out of hand, Freaky? What if I
do
hurt you? I couldn’t live with myself.”

“Oh, stop being such a baby! You will not hurt me. I will not let you. I will stop you if you hurt me. We have been fine so far, right?”

“’Fine?’ You call enjoying me pulling your arms from the sockets and shoving inanimate objects up your pussy, ‘fine’?”

“I just want to be on the record, Lenore. This is a very bad idea.”

“But will you do it?”

Lena hesitated, then moved slowly in the direction of the bed. “I’ll do it. I won’t like it, but I’ll do it.”

“THANK YOU, LENA! I LOVE YOU!”

Lena loosened the ratchets and unhooked the chains from Lenore’s shackles. Lenore flipped over and spread her arms and legs, exposing her beautiful, naked, fully-insured ass to the Wild Child. Lena reconnected the chains and ratcheted, one click per limb, rotating around the bed, spreading Lenore slowly, more painfully, her limbs bending backward in ways not intended for the human body.

“Lenore, I am NOT going to pull any more. I don’t give a damn what you think, this could seriously injure you if I leave you dangling upside down by your arms and legs.”

Lenore grunted and groaned, agreeing to a little more slack and a little less anguish. “Ohhh… I agree, Lena. This is enough. No more. Now… Spank me.”

Nausea washed over Lena. “C’mon, Lenore. I really can’t do this. I feel sick about this already.”

“Lena. You promised me! You said you would do it!”

“Oh God, Lenore. This is a horrible idea.”

“Just spank me! I told you. I will not let you hurt me. I will stop you.”

“Okay… Okay… Here goes.”

Lena came down on Lenore’s ass with a light, glancing slap.

“Oh come on, Lena! You can do better than that! I want to
feel
it!”

Lena hit her other cheek, with more force, but still without much rebound.

“What was that? You think that was a spank? Again!”

Lena whacked Lenore, putting her elbow into the swing. Lenore winced.

“OW! Okay… That was better. Again! Harder!”

Another spank. A bigger, redder welt. More rebound. Lenore gasped.

“WOW! That was… Ohhhh… That was fantastic! Again!”

“Lenore, c’mon baby! Not again! You got your chance to feel it. Let’s stop before someone gets hurt!”

“Again, damn it! I didn’t tell you to stop, so
don’t stop
! Faster! Harder!”

“Oh Christ… She’s back to the contractions.”

“God, Lenore... This is
not
good. This doesn’t feel right…”

Reluctantly, Lena climbed up on the bed between Lenore’s legs to better position herself for a speed round of glancing, minimal-pain spanks on Lenore’s glutes. She unleashed a rapid-fire series of interlacing slaps, a little firmer, fulfilling Lenore's strange need for Lena to be a major pain in her ass.

Lenore struggled, whimpering during Lena’s attack. “Ohhh… Ohhh…
Again! Harder! Faster!”

“Lenore…” Lena cried, “I can’t. I'm hurting you, You should see what your ass looks like. It’s all red and sore, Freaky. You promised me you wouldn’t let me hurt you.”

“I said spank me again, God damn it! I’ll tell you when it hurts enough to stop! You aren’t the one getting spanked, so don't tell me when I have had enough!
Again!
”

Lena came down harder, her hand bouncing upward off Lenore’s inflamed right cheek. Lenore cringed and cried, pressing her face into the mattress. Lena saw Lenore’s reaction and stopped.

“What? Lena! Why did you stop? I said AGAIN, damn it! AGAIN! Do it AGAIN!”

“I can’t, Freaky! I’m hurting you. I can see it. I can feel it. My hands hurt. I can’t do this anymore.”

Lena bowed her head and cried. Her tears dropped to Lenore’s tenderized flesh. With each heartbroken… apologetic… drop... Lenore’s blood boiled. The primal scent of Lena’s weakness filled the runway cat’s nostrils. Lenore
wanted
punishment. Lenore
demanded
punishment. Lena failed to deliver as promised.

A fissure ruptured in Lenore’s molten core, a vicious, venomous mother-load of skillful manipulation buried fathoms deep inside a front-page-perfect life. Lenore’s tone abruptly shifted from demanding and directive to bitter and biting. Her words dripped with poisonous intent and cold-blooded accuracy, tapping her intimate knowledge of the Wild Child’s latent terrors.

“Listen to me, you
fucking
whore! I told you to spank me and all you did was give me sweet, little slaps. My ass is ready and I want you to
spank
me! …Or are you afraid your pathetic arm isn’t up to the challenge, eh sweetie? Is your weak, laughable forehand failing you
again
, my poor little has-been?”

Lena seethed, a blood red curtain draping her eyes. “Don’t, Lenore. Don’t do that. That isn’t funny…”

“Ohhh, I’m
so sorry,
Wild Child. I didn’t realize you were
fine
with your
pathetic fucking forehand
! That’s what you are, poor baby.
You’re pathetic
!”

Within the Wild Child’s chest, Lenore’s vulgar offense seeded inglorious intent. Lena fought off the urge to ratchet the chains, dismembering her helpless honey, teaching the psychotic bitch not to fuck with the Wild Child.

“Don’t, Lenore. C’mon. This isn’t funny, Freaky.”

“Oh, look at her. Poor, little Lena Sardi. She never could beat Chrissy, could she? How sad! You couldn’t beat
shit
because you
quit!
You gave up! You curled up and
quit
when you got behind, didn’t you? The poor, little Wild Child
quit!
Poor baby, she’s soooo tired. The Czech has her running all over the court. Her serve is too much for the poor, little Wild Child. Ohhh… Poor, little, has-been tennis player…