A Matter Of Trust

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A MATTER OF TRUST

You had taken a little convincing to make the long trip to Down Under. Sure, it would be the experience of a lifetime, especially at your age, but Australia was just so far away. Then eventually you were convinced, the brochures helped, and when your roommate Allison agreed to go too, well you didn’t really have a choice did you? And you had a great time here, the time of your life. As two very attractive young ladies you and Allison were a real hit locally, every bar you went to guys and girls would hit on you both buying you drinks, and being from overseas was a real icebreaker. When it was time to go home you couldn’t believe you had actually considered not coming.

But you had to insist that you should both go to a gay bar. See if you could find a lesbian night, you’d had a wonderful time in regular bars both around Sydney and especially here in Melbourne, which is the city you now find yourself. And that is where your trouble began. It was easy to find a themed night for lesbians on the Internet and you were very lucky that during your stay here that it was Pinkalicious time in Melbourne, the party organised once a month for girls to meet each other and dance the night away. Before the night you made Ali promise that you’d stay together no matter what happened and it was an arrangement that worked very well at first. Even after you first met Sally and Jo, the four of you would continue to hang around together. They were both very excited to have this opportunity to show their American visitors around our wonderful city and for the last few days you were here, you were all inseparable.

In the short time you had got to know them, these two Australians were able to gain your trust. While you remained at the accommodation you had arranged before leaving, they were both more than welcoming in having you come to stay with them at their house in the suburbs. But on the day before you were due to fly home you let your guard slip all together. Arrangements had been made and Sally and Jo were going to drive you both to the Airport and see you off. Even though you would live on opposite sides of the World, with the Web these days and Facebook and the like, you were quite certain you’d end up becoming very good friends with them both and would look forward to returning the hospitality if either of them ever came over to the States.

While Sally and Jo were both very attractive women, Allison had already told you that she was not interested in either of them sexually, and nor should you be. But you can’t help who you are and how were you supposed to know they’d know all about you? Your submissive relationship toward your roommate, as well as how easily you’d be seduced. It was innocent enough. But Allison did say right up to the time she left the house that afternoon to head back to your accommodation that she thought you should stay together, just how you had planned all along. But your hosts were keen to get rid of her though you didn’t recognize it at the time and if you did, well you might not have found yourself in the mess you did. Jo was going to drive Allison back to your room while you stayed at their house sorting through some outfits you had decided to buy from a brochure Sally had. Then Sally would bring you back into the city to meet up with Allison and Jo and you would all eat together at a fancy joint they knew to celebrate your last night in Australia.

They’d barely got out the driveway before Sally was coming onto you. Maybe Ali had misread the signs but you definitely hadn’t, Sally was hot for you and you wanted her just as badly. It was part of the reason you agreed to letting Allison leave without you. Sally was the younger of the two girls you’d met at Pinkalicious by a fair way, maybe ten years, and you thought she could even be younger than your own 19 years even though she insisted she wasn’t. But that didn’t stop her taking the lead with you. The other two could only have just driven out of your street before you were kissing passionately. You were sitting in the lounge when Sally started kissing you, staying in charge she embraced you while you kissed and with one hand either side of your face she led you up off the couch and out of the room toward her master bedroom.

While she led you to the bedroom, Sally pulled your dress from your shoulders undressing you as she kissed you leading you to the bed. In a fit of passion and with your sundress now pooled around your ankles, Sally shoved you back onto the bed and almost in the same motion straddled your body while laying on top of you she resumed kissing you. You were more than happy to reciprocate. Then she broke the kiss and her long blonde hair cascaded over your face as she leant down to whisper in your ear.

As she spoke you could feel her hand take your right wrist and lift it toward the headboard of the bed, “I’m going to tie you up,” she whispers. It takes a second for her words to seek into your conscience and by the time they do you feel a silk fabric being gently wrapped around your wrist. Then moments later it is pulled tight and the once gentle wrapping around your wrist you now feel cutting painfully into your skin. There was nothing gentle about what just happened and the reverie you were feeling suddenly is replaced by fear.

“Wait.”

But Sally just moves her mouth back to yours and tries to kiss you again.

“It’s okay Brooke, you can trust me. Kiss me again.”

“It’s too tight,” you say, “can’t you just loosen it some, I don’t want to be tied up. Sally you’re scaring me now, untie my hand. Please.”

Sally sits up now. She is still straddling you and sits on your stomach. Even though she is much smaller than you she looks so big as she hovers above you smiling. Her bulk now she is sitting upright on you weighs heavily on your stomach and its not long before you find it being a little more difficult to breathe.

“Brooke, I want you to trust me. I know you’re into this dominance, submissive lifestyle. I can see it in your relationship with Al. She calls the shots, I thought this is how you’d want it most. I even took the time to prepare the ties for you to the headboard of my bed. It’s part of my attraction to you, I know I’m young but I love to dominate and I just thought you’d like to be mine for the next hour or so until we head into the city and meet up with the other two for the night. This is our last chance Brooke remember you’re on the first plane out of here tomorrow. I didn’t mean to frighten you, here if you don’t want it so rough, I’ll loosen the tie for you some, will that make it better?”

She slid her body back down along yours until you could feel the heat of her crotch resting above your own pussy, she kisses you again and looks lovingly into your deep dark eyes as she loosens the ties around your wrist a little.

“Can you trust me Brooke? I’ll make you feel wonderful.”

You don’t want to have this discussion now. You’re too horny, almost to the point where the brain fades and decisions are made more based on what’s best for your libido and not on plain common sense. Not only are you trapped beneath this beautiful young Australian woman, who wants to do to you everything and anything you could possibly fantasise but also Allison hasn’t penetrated you for days now with any of your favourite toys. You’d been so busy patting kangaroos and cuddling koalas while Jo and Sally showed you the sights, and then too tired once you got back to your accommodation to be bothered.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you Sally. I just don’t feel right getting put into bondage by you. I’m a little nervous, I’m on the other side of the World, I’ve only known you for a couple of days, let’s just make love babe, no games, I’ll do anything you want me to I promise, but I don’t want to be tied up. I’m sorry.”

Sally ignores you as she leans in to kiss you again but this time she also starts to grind her own crotch against yours. You lay on the bed now just in your bra and panties while Sally remains fully dressed in her blue denim jeans and cotton blouse and you can feel the coarse fabric of Sally’s clothing rubbing slyly along your mound as she grinds herself against you. You moan into her kiss, it is a wonderful feeling. Soon she has one of her hands under your bra and is deliciously tracing her finger over your nipple. You know your nips are erect and you’re very aroused now as she continues to torment your body both with her hips and now with her hands and fingers. She breaks the kiss but without breaking the constant grinding of her pussy against yours and is skilfully able to duck her head down to your breast. She has freed your ample left tit from its brassiere and is now flicking at your nipple with her tongue. You feel as if you might cum almost immediately as she looks up at you with her sweet, deep blue eyes, you can’t believe anyone doing this to your body and making you feel so good could possibly look so innocent.

She holds your stare while she teases your nipple, first with her tongue before sucking the nipple into her mouth and once again mercilessly teasing it with her tongue. She continues to look up at you and gives you the most wicked smile you can imagine as her mouth leaves your breast and she kisses her way down your body, first your tits then just underneath down your stomach until her head disappears between your legs. She hooks her fingers under the waistband of your panties and slowly and sensually pulls them down your thighs revealing your moist pussy to herself for the first time. You’d love to open your legs for her to get better access as you want nothing more now than to feel her tongue splitting your labia but strangely she leaves your panties trapped around your shins. You try to kick them off but its obvious Sally doesn’t want this as she readjusts her position so she is now straddling your legs and you can’t move them. Frustratingly you know now she can’t get her tongue and mouth to the spot where you want it most, the one spot where she might be able to help you cum.

You grab her long blonde hair with your free hand and try to guide her face to your most sensitive area but Sally clearly wants to stay in charge. She takes your hand from her head and firmly holds it alongside you while she puts her mouth to work teasing your mound and labia but while she has your legs trapped you know she can only tease you. You’re ready to scream in frustration and are that close to orgasm now you think you want to cry. Why won’t she finish you off? This battle of wills continues for the next few minutes as Sally continues to tease and torment you with her mouth until you can take it no longer.

“Please,” you mumble, “Sally please finish me.”

Your body and breathing now only allows you to talk in gasps. You need to cum so badly it almost hurts, “Sally, I’m begging you, fuck me Sally. Let me open my legs so you can tongue me babe. C’mon Babe, I’ll do anything for you.”

But Sally only ignores you as she continues to tease, her mouth on your vagina, one hand holding your free hand trapped beside you, the other molesting and tweaking sensually at your nipple. Moments later she speaks,

“Let me tie your other hand, then you’ll cum. You’re not going to defy me Brooke.”

And she drops her head back to your pussy.

You’re very nervous about being tied up. You are due at the airport early the next morning and don’t want to lose control to her. You fight your own body, which is aroused now to the point where it tells your brain just to submit to this beautiful woman teasing and molesting you. But there’s another part of your brain telling you not to be so stupid. Sally does that thing again with her tongue where she gradually parts your labia as close as she possibly can get to your clit, the shot of pleasure coming from your pussy shoots straight up your spine. You can’t see you’ve got a choice, been so long since you’ve cum, days now, and here’s your chance. Just submit to having your other arm tied. That’s all she wants. You can trust her; she’s your lover. You convince yourself you are being silly, an hour ago you were great friends, now you’re worried about her tying you up in case you miss your plane? You still would prefer not to do it, you’re certain it will be better if you’re not, but if she wants to that badly. Well?

“Alright,” you whisper to Sally. “But not too tightly”

The change in Sally’s demeanour is worryingly immediate. She scoots back up your body once again straddling your stomach and pulls your free hand up to the headboard. Once again you feel the silk material gently wrap around your wrist before it is pulled tight and you are trapped without the use of either hand nor any chance of escape. The thought makes you shiver. Perhaps you don’t trust Sally as much as you should. You get even more nervous as she dismounts you and walks around to the base of the bed. There is nothing sexual now about the way she moves as she swiftly pulls your underwear from where it remained trapped around your shins. The material is soaked around your crotch from your earlier secretions and you can feel the moisture as Sally carelessly throws them so they land on your stomach, just above your belly button. She walks to the side of the bed now and grabs first your right ankle, yanks your leg to the corner post, lifts a silk material which you can now see as she wraps it around your ankle then ties it off to the corner of the bed. You notice the silk she uses is a plain white colour but meticulously clean.

Soon enough your left ankle is tied as well and you are spreadeagled on the bed absolutely helpless to any advance she might want to make toward you. She picks up your undies and pushes the crotch of the fabric out so you can clearly see the stained crotch as a result of your secretions from her earlier attention as she once again straddles you this time higher up on your chest just below your breasts.

“Now we have you exactly how we want darling.”

She squeezes your nostrils shut so you are forced to open your mouth for her. It’s the only way you can breathe. And as soon as you do she uses her other hand to grab your tongue between her thumb and forefinger ensuring the dirty part of your crotch sits flat on your tastebuds before letting go of it and forcing the rest of the material deep into your mouth. And it’s not long, while she has your nose pinched shut, before you are entirely out of breath and struggle violently beneath her on the bed. You can’t breathe through your panty gag but Sally takes mercy and lets go of your nose. You breathe as much air as you can, your nostrils flaring wildly while Sally pokes as much of your underwear in your mouth as she can. She then leans across to the bedside drawer while still straddling you, grabs a roll of duct tape and sticks it tightly across your mouth. Two strips later and you can’t even grunt. The only breath you take now is through your nose. Sally leans down and kisses the tape over your mouth,

“Righto Hun, got to run now. Don’t think you’re going anywhere on me tied up like that. Promise I’ll be back soon, don’t panic too much.”

Your eyes widen as she gets off you and heads toward the door. You are mad as hell now, there is no way you want to be left here in this strange house, in this far away country, tied up, helpless with a plane to catch in less than 14 hours. You start to struggle against your bonds and as you do Sally returns to the side of the bed,

“Oops, almost forgot.”

She grabs the material around your wrist, catches your eyesight and as she stares straight into you, she viciously pulls the material and it tightens painfully around your wrist. She doesn’t even bother walking to the other side of the bed, just leans over you like you’re not even there, grabs the loose length of material hanging from your other wrist and once again yanks it painfully tight before leaning down and kissing the tape over your mouth. She then walks to the end of the bed and does the same with each ankle. Whereas you were able to struggle only a few moments ago, now suddenly you are virtually immobile only able to lift your body from the bed as your only form of defence against your attacker. Sally goes to the door, blows you a kiss, and leaves you in the room alone with your thoughts.

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Can you imagine how Allison feels? She’s been left alone too and has now been waiting in excess of two hours for you to arrive back at your accommodation with Sally. Initially Jo was going to stay with her and wait for you both but as soon as they got into the city, Jo told Allison she had some errands to run and would return within the hour. Been no sign of her since either.

You’ve been laying tied prisoner to that bed for over three hours now. The adrenalin and anticipation of your arousal dissipated long ago and now you just lay there as Sally left you with one tit hanging comically outside your brassiere otherwise fully nude, gagged by your own panties, scared. You still hold out hope this is just a stupid game Sally is playing, putting you on edge, leaving you fret, then returning the same fun-loving, easy going Aussie girl you had made great friends with. She’d have her way with you; perhaps take you with one of her favourite dildos, before untying you and having a great laugh together as you went back into the city to meet the other two.

As time slowly wanders by you go over your itenary in your head. You knew you were supposed to be at the Airport to check through Customs by 8am for your 9.45am flight back to the States. You’d agreed with Allison that you should be up by 6am to organise checkout and taxi out to the airport to make sure you got there with plenty of time to spare. Neither of you found the idea of missing your flight all that appetising. Not that you didn’t love it in Australia, but the thought of the money you’d lose if you missed the flight without cancellation and the fact that you were both near enough to flat broke now that you were at the end of your vacation was reason enough to make you both nervous about making sure you got your plane on time. Of course since then Sally and Jo had offered to drive you to the Airport so that was going to save you some time mucking around waiting for taxis, or worse relying on one even arriving in time to pick you up.

The room you’re trapped in is dark now. Sally hadn’t bothered to pull the curtains so you’d seen nighttime fall but you’ve lost track of time. You hope it’s not as late as you think it is as you start struggling against your bonds again. You know Allison will be worried about you now and is probably looking for you. The fact you’re still in Sally and Jo’s house is comforting, surely Ali knows how to get back here to find and release you. She’d been here a few times with you since you’d both met the girls but you know neither of you really took much notice of the address or how to get here. You know how it is when you’re in a different city, never mind a different country, being chauffered around, you just don’t take any notice of where you’re going or how you got there.

You know you can’t escape. If anything your struggling has only made the bonds around your ankles and wrists even tighter. You think to when Sally left you here, she shut the door to the bedroom, but you can’t remember whether you’d heard her leave or is she still in the house? You were that panicked at the time and so determined to free yourself, angry at her for leaving you like this, that you’d taken no notice of where she went when she left. You rack your mind, had you heard her car leave the driveway? You are sure she’s no longer in the house as you lay perfectly still listening for any sounds outside this room in which you are now convinced you’re being kept prisoner.

It might have been some hours later when still straining your ears to hear what, if anything, was happening outside your room, you hear a car pull up in the driveway. You can hardly contain your relief, you have no idea what time it is, how much longer to your flight, but you do know it is still dark outside so you have plenty of time to get back to the airport.

The girls are not quiet coming back into the house. You can clearly make out both Sally and Jo’s voices and desperately hope to hear Allison’s as well, in fact you hope she is on in this joke, to leave you tied up here to the bed so close to your flight. It’s the sort of thing she’d find funny. As you listen to the girls in the other room you can hear them giggling and shooshing each other as if they are worried about waking you up. In fact the more you listen to them it wouldn’t surprise you if they are making out, they could even have a porno on in the background. Are they drunk? You’re starting to worry again, it sounds like just the two of them there, you haven’t heard anything out of Allison. You decide they definitely have a porno on, isn’t having you tied helpless to a bed arousing enough for them? What now? Sounds like kissing, kissing and moaning, the two of them are making love, surely they haven’t forgotten you are there, the sound of the television is drowned out now as they get louder and louder. Somebody’s climaxing. They’re cumming together. Eventually the shrieking of pleasure winds down to a moan, more kissing, then little bursts of giggling and shooshing again.

Could they possibly be so drunk they’ve forgotten you are there? Perhaps Jo doesn’t even know what Sally has done to you. But she must, why else would they be trying to keep quiet? You make up your mind; they are deliberately trying not to wake you. You’re getting angry now. Why the fuck would you be asleep tied up like this? Who the fuck do they think they are? This is illegal now. You’re here against your consent. You use all your energy trying to make as much sound as possible thrashing your body around trying to smash the frame of the bed against the wall. Anything to get you out of here. If you could just make enough noise so they know you are unhappy, perhaps they will come.

But it is fruitless. In fact by the time you stop thrashing around in your bonds all you’ve done is made yourself hot and caught part of your naked cleavage against the under-wiring in your bra. You’re more uncomfortable than ever, you’re angry, frustrated, sweating, desperate to go to the toilet, thirsty, that gag has sucked you dry, and increasingly scared. And when you hear the other two snoring happily sound asleep in the other room you start to cry. How could they be so free, and you so helpless? You’ve been good, you don’t deserve this, and now all you want to do is go home. Yet those fucking bitches out there . . . you cry yourself to sleep.

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You wake with a start. Panicked, you wonder how long you slept but are relieved to see it is still dark outside. Not morning yet and still a chance that they are playing a game and you’ll be on your plane back home very soon. Although this is beyond a game for you now, they might think it funny, even Allison if she’s in on it, but its gone too far. You can no longer hear them sleeping which you suppose could be a relief. There is no chance of them waking up in the morning too late to drive you and Ali out to the Airport. In fact moments later you hear footsteps; you close your eyes and pray they come in to see you. The steps are coming closer. Your heart is pounding, this is it, they’ve come to let you loose, you resolve you’ll play the good sport, laugh along with them when they reveal the joke. Perhaps Jo has done the same thing to Ally; though you sincerely hope not. Bad enough to know what you’ve been through yourself without her having gone through it as well.

You watch the doorknob turn slowly as they open it a fraction and peek in the crack. You stare straight at the door and are surprised when it is swung fully open,

“She’s awake!”

Sally is clearly drunk as she yells out to Jo before stumbling over to you on the bed. She is totally naked, unabashfully so too it seems, as she straddles your prone body again before leaning down and kissing the tape over your mouth. You can smell the alcohol on her breath,

“Did you miss us Babe? Betcha been so frightened tied up there while me and Jo were out having a good ‘ol time.”

She slowly runs her tongue along the outside of your gag while staring you right in the eyes, then sensually licks the tear stain from your cheek.

“Don’t worry, we haven’t forgotten about our little visitor all tied up here out in the suburbs where no one knows where she is and with a plane to catch in what, could only be a few hours now couldn’t it? Nope we haven’t forgotten about you, in fact we thought we better come home to play with you, didn’t want you thinking we’d forgotten you did we, hmmm?”

She keeps licking your face before dropping her hand to your pussy, her touch is no longer sensual, more like what you might expect from a horny drunk man and you grunt through your gag as she punches one finger up to her knuckle into your cunt.

“Hmm, you like that Baby, Jo said she’d thought you’d like it a little rough.”

She roughly pistons her finger in and out of you, you’re groaning again but this time it isn’t from the pleasure she gives you, this is painful and she’s raping you. She notices your eyes welling again as the tears start to form; it seems to make her angry.

“What the fuck are you crying for? Don’t you love me baby?”

Ridiculously, with you gagged as you are, it seems like she is waiting for an answer. Angry again she lifts her naked body from yours, lifts herself up to her knees as she straddles your stomach, then drops her full body weight very heavily back down on you. Grateful to have her finger out of your vagina, you gasp for breath as her body lands heavily onto you. She quickly lifts herself up . . . and does it again.

You here her mumble, “I’ll give you something to cry about,” as she lifts herself up for a third time before smashing full weight back down on your stomach. With your mouth full of your own underwear and taped closed you now find it difficult to get enough air into your lungs through just your nose. Sally smirks at you now struggling to get your breath but remains full weight on your stomach,

“What’s the matter Babe? Can’t breathe?”

She leans forward and traps your nostrils shut. Immediately you panic.

Sally giggles, “So helpless, under my total control.”

You see her other hand disappear down to her crotch and assume she’s masturbating herself before she pinches your only airway shut again. This time she holds you longer and you can see her moaning in pleasure as you struggle desperately underneath her weight. All of a sudden you’re not so worried about catching a plane anymore, this psycho bitch could kill you if she wants. You violently shake your head from side to side, tied up as you are it is really the only defence you have, as you try to dislodge her fingers from squeezing your nostrils shut. Eventually she lets go.

“Here, I’ve got a better idea.”

At first you are grateful as she lifts her weight from your stomach but your relief is only short lived as you soon get an idea of her intentions. She plops her weight back down on you, still straddling just as before but this time her weight and crotch sits right on your neck her mound hovering above the tape which helps to gag you. The scent of her arousal is very strong now and you have no choice but to breathe it in deeply at such close range. Sally pulls her milky white thighs tightly in against your ears so you can’t move your head now either. You stare helplessly up at your captor. She smiles lovingly back down at you. You wonder if she even knows how scared you are right now. Perhaps she still thinks this is all a game. Surely she couldn’t. She’s been too rough. You dismiss the thought immediately.

“Now Baby instead of me doing it for myself while you lay there totally controlled, you can do it for me; with your nose. You can be suffocating and pleasuring your Mistress all at the same time. Does that sound like fun, hmmm? It sure does to me!”

She shifts her weight forward and hovers fractionally above your face. Now the only air you can breathe is totally scented by her vagina. She spreads her lips with two fingers lewdly displaying her cunt for you like you’ve seen those girls do in those Euro XXX Rated magazines. Except this time it’s very real and you’re not turned on looking at it. It’s clearly very aroused as it descends down onto your face and your nose easily slides up the slippery canal. You can’t see this now but you can feel her release her labia around your nose sealing it perfectly inside her vagina. Breathing is impossible and you can’t move, it is outrageously hot with her nude hopelessly aroused body sitting full weight on your face.

All you can think of now are those Brazilian Smother Videos you’ve seen on the Internet. Now you know how those girls underneath feel. At least the young Aussie doing this to you is quite slender, and really very beautiful, though at the moment you view her as nothing more than a monster as she literally holds your fate inside her vagina. Can it get any lower than this? Normally this type of humiliation you’ll find very erotic but at the moment you are scared that she’s about to kill you, with abnormal strength you are able to move your head to the side despite her thighs clamped heavily around your ears and your nose slips out of its hole just as easily as it went in. You desperately gasp as much air as you can before she grabs you by the hair sets your face immediately under her crotch again and starts to smother all over. You are just about ready to give up the fight when you hear a faint noise and very suddenly Sally gets off you and stands beside the bed facing the door. She takes a submissive stance and stares at the floor as Jo stands in the doorway glaring at her.

Jo is nude too. Well except the bloody enormous dildo she has strapped to her. The toy is fully erect and has to be at least 10 inches long. Immediately you have no doubt that its intended target is you. But there is a strange atmosphere in the room, you get the feeling and there is an aura to suggest Jo is very much in charge here. Firstly she is older, probably at least fifteen years older than Sally’s nineteen years. Secondly, and in the few days you’ve known these two it is the first time you notice this, but Sally is very submissive to her. And finally Jo seems really angry with Sally.

“What the fuck was all that about?” she yells at her. “I gave you clear instructions and you have blatantly ignored me young lady.”

Without another word Jo strides into the room grabs Sally by the earlobe and half drags, half walks her over to the far corner, “Such a little slut, couldn’t keep your cunt under control. I want your nose touching the corner of the wall there, hands on head, back straight and don’t move again until I tell you, is that clear?”

“Yes Mum.”

Jo slaps Sally hard on the bare arse as she turns to face you, her appendage bobbing amusingly between her legs. Did Sally just call Jo Mum? You know that’s weird, these girls aren’t related, well you know there’s an age difference but they don’t even look similar. Sally is a beautiful blonde beach babe with a perfect figure, a few hours ago her beauty was the main facet that finds you trapped this way. Jo on the other hand is a little bit shorter. She has a darker hair colour, cut short, and while she too has a carefully sculptured figure as a result of hours in the gym, her shape is heavier. Facially she is too very beautiful but all together different from Sally’s model type appearance.

“Righto Brooke, here’s the deal.”

Jo’s accent had that classic Australian twang and while you considered you had become good friends, you’d always felt closer to Sally and you now felt very intimidated by the older girl. Her total nudity helped give her that aura, not to mention the big strap-on poking from between her legs.

“Firstly I want to tell you that Allison is fine, although I trust she is very worried about you by now. I dropped her off at your room and left her there. She expected me to come back, and also expected to see you and Sally again for tea just as we had planned. Don’t know what’s she’s doing to find you but by now she’s well aware we’ve stood her up and is probably having the same concerns you are about missing your flight.”

She leans down and rips the tape from your face before helping you dislodge the panties from your mouth. You’ve never been so relieved to breathe normally again. Immediately you try and talk, but your throat is too dry. Perhaps that was the plan. You desperately try to swallow some saliva to coat your throat again but your mouth is too dry.

“Won’t be long before you can talk again but I don’t want to hear from you right now so I’ll leave you how you are. It’s currently 5.21am and you’ll get your chance to catch your plane but I’m not going to make it easy for you. Basically you’ve got two hours to escape. But me and Sally have been planning this for a couple of days now, you couldn’t believe how arousing it is to have someone trapped here from overseas so desperate to get away and we hold all the power in our hands. Well I do in mine anyway, Sally just does what she’s told. It’s this power that makes me so hot and I don’t intend giving it up easily.”

Finally you are able to muster something from deep in your throat, “Drink” you mumble.

“Yeah, yeah in a minute. Let me finish first. Now I love power. That’s why you’re here. That’s why she (nodding over to Sally who still stands motionless in the corner, her nose touching the wall as instructed) is my Bitch. Sure at times she’d like to think otherwise and she might have even told you that she loves to top at times, but she doesn’t call me Mum for nothing. It’s a lifestyle we’ve discussed and we both enjoy. When she’s naughty I punish her but one thing always remains, I’m always in charge. Not negotiable.”

“Please can I have a drink?” Still croaky but you are starting to get your voice back.

Jo continues to ignore you as she speaks, “Power makes me drunk. Me and Sally have talked about this, this type of situation, this is real power, not make believe stuff, no fantasy, we’ve talked about a scenario where I can have someone’s life in my hands, you know hold all the power, like a kidnapping, something like that but after we met you two, well it was perfect. You desperately want something so it was easy to make it so the one thing you desperately want, to catch your plane, is totally in my hands. The faster you realise it the better for you. If you want to be released to get that plane then you need to know that I’m the only one who can grant that to you, and you need to know you have to do everything you can possibly do to please me no matter how badly you don’t want to do it so that I can allow it to happen. I’m not saying I will but if I tell you to eat my shit as an extreme example then you bloody well better because that is the type of power I’m talking about. You have to be willing to do anything.”

“Please, drink,” you say.

Jo starts to rub her pussy below the strap-on, “You want a drink. I’ve got the power to give you one but you’re gunna have to beg me. In fact,” she says walking over to the bed and climbing up beside you, “You can tell the sole of my foot how badly you want a drink, beg to it as even it is superior to the position where you are right now. My dirty, filthy, sweaty, smelly sole has more power than you at the moment.”

She lifts her foot to your face. She was right about it, her sole is a little dusty from having walked around the house barefoot but it is also sweaty and smells quite strongly, it’s pretty clear they were out dancing that night before retuning and Jo had got back from the Club, made love to Sally no doubt with you trapped here under her power in mind the whole time, before falling asleep on the couch then waking and coming in to torment you.

You can still hardly speak but as more saliva starts to coat your mouth you are able to beg Jo’s foot for a drink. You quickly glance up at her sitting alongside you and can see her still playing with herself while you beg. Then you are stunned as she suddenly presses her foot down hard on your face, hard enough to leave a print of her toes on your cheek as she tells you that there is no fucking way you are having a drink. It’s a huge psychological blow to you because it confirms your worst fears, these girls genuinely don’t care about you and your existence here is to only entertain them.

Jo climbs up onto your face and straddles you. She is kneeling over you at the moment facing toward your feet but remains on her knees just above you, you hear her tell Sally to come over and instructs her to also sit on you similarly to how she was earlier straddling your neck and mouth.

“We’re going to spend a while making out on your face while time ticks away. I reckon you’ve got a couple of hours before you have to be at the airport so you can lay there and think about what you are going to do to convince me to let you go while we have our fun.”

Your vision is blocked as Jo settles her white nude arse onto your face. Her weight centres above the bridge of your nose as the top of your head fits smugly between her legs and you can feel her knees up against your ears holding your head straight as she kneels above you. A few seconds later and you feel the bed move as Sally gets up above you, you can feel the weight transfer on the bed as she steps over you one foot either side of your prone body and you can sense her squatting down above your face before you feel her weight resting above your chin and on your mouth, the only part of your face now not being smothered between these two Goddess’ is your nose which protrudes neatly between each of their vaginas as they mash together above you. Sally soon shifts her weight forward partially blocking your nose, your mouth is now entirely smothered by her cunt, as you can feel them embrace above you and moments later the wet sounds of two people deeply in love kissing each other.

You can manage to breathe through your nose though it is now partially pressed against Sally’s vagina. The real concern is the weight on your head and it isn’t long before your head starts to ache although as you feel them becoming more and more passionate above you their tendency is to lean into each other, it makes it harder for you to breathe but relieves you of some of that tension on your face from their combined weights. You don’t know how long they kiss for, maybe only a few minutes, before Sally lifts her body from your mouth and Jo scoots around to face the other way effectively swapping positions. You can now clearly see the large dildo that almost seems like it is protruding from your mouth now that Jo is sitting on the lower section of your face. It hovers menacingly on an angle directly above your nose and you can see the realistic end of the phallus clearly as it bobs above your eye line.

Sally is now lowering her body over the top part of your head but she only kneels above your face. You switch your line of vision from the plastic dick above your face and see Sally’s magnificent arse and pussy just above you. Jo moves forward so the dildo bobs immediately above your nose and it is with some horror you start to realise what is happening. Sally grabs the dildo with her right hand and guides it directly toward her moist cunt, she hesitantly slips it in, something that big must be uncomfortable at first, and gradually slides down its shaft encouraged the whole time by Jo. Amazingly her cunt swallows virtually the whole thing and you have a perfect view of her lips stretched wide around the plastic right in front of your eyes. You can tell they’re kissing above you again and time moves very slowly as Sally starts to rhythmically slide up and down the shaft. You’re sweating heavily now, the weight of these two bodies above your head, aroused, the lack of air, you remember they still haven’t given you a drink.

At about the point Sally reaches her climax you think your skull could well be fractured. They have no regard for your well being while in the throes of passion and Sally bounces carelessly on your head like you aren’t even there. Truth is she is in such a state of ecstasy she’s probably even forgotten you exist. But Jo hasn’t. Not even in the slightest. Her orgasm is still bubbling away deep inside her loins, she’s not going to cum until she’s made you miss your flight. The whole time Sally fucks her dildo Jo is thinking of you. The power she has over you. She owns you right now, her little toy, to tease and fuck and play with in whatever sick perverted way she wants. The cat has her mouse right where she wants her and what’s more the stakes are even higher. She knows you’re fucked if you don’t catch that plane. She knows Allison doesn’t know where she lives. She purposefully drove you both different ways every time you came here. She neatly went and pinched the street sign the first night she met you so even if either of you did look you didn’t know which street she was in. She knew Allison would try and get help from the Police. But she also knew the cops would do nothing before your plane leaves. Sure they’d be all over town looking for you later on that day if you were still missing and eventually they would find you here but not before that 9.45am flight. No way.

Jo was about to have the greatest orgasm of her life . . . and it was going to be at your expense.

Sally rolled off you not long after she climaxed and is now resting peacefully beside you. You can see her breast rise and fall as she gently sleeps beside you. After all it is very early in the morning and they’ve been up all night, first out at the Clubs, then fucking each other. But Jo is wide awake adrenalin coursing through her veins. The first signs of light are starting to come in the window, you imagine it must be getting near 6am. Sally’s secretions are rapidly drying on your face and you can smell her arousal staining every pore of skin around your nose. It reminds you that even with all this sex happening around you and on you, the sexual innuendo, that you haven’t been allowed to cum yourself yet.

Even you know yourself now that these bitches are going to make sure you don’t get the plane. But you’re desperate to try something, even if you can just get to a phone to ring Ali on her mobile phone. You have to convince Jo to untie you. The muscles in your arm are cramping from being forced above your head for so long, you’re desperate to go to the toilet, your head hurts from their little fuck session on your face but you are certain that if she unties you adrenalin will be enough to let you escape. While they sat on your face, while a lot of the time you couldn’t draw breath through your mouth, saliva naturally started coating the back of your throat and you have your voice back. Thinking through your predicament, you know outright that if you just beg Jo to untie you she’s not likely to, you need to offer her something in return.

Currently Jo still sits on you in a tight schoolgirl pin, her crotch rests heavily on your neck, your hearing still muffled by her thighs which holds your head tightly so you can look nowhere except up at the beautiful Australian girl. The strapon glistens brightly bobbing gently above your face. You put your plan into action,

“Mistress” you start, after all this girl is getting off on her power over you, you need to try and feed that power so that you can take advantage. Submit to her for now and then who knows where you can get. The plane’s not an impossibility, you’ve still got a couple of hours. “Can I please clean that strap on for you, it looks yummy coated like that with Sally’s beautiful cum.”

Jo looks down at you in surprise. “Yeah sure.”

But before she can continue you interrupt her; “Can I do it before you on my knees, kneeling on the ground so I can look up at you my Mistress, Sally’s Mum, while your little slave cleans your daughter’s juices from it?” It’s the only way you can think of she will untie you.

Jo stands up on the bed high above you now as she starts to slip the strapon down over hips and shimmies it down her legs so it lands with a gentle thump on your chest. “You don’t get to be in our positions, me with all the power, you tied hopelessly to a bed waiting for a plane ready to be fucked like a little slut, by me being tricked into doing stupid things like untying you. You can lick the soles of my feet clean now while you’re down there as punishment for trying to be clever.” She takes a step forward to the top of the bed and turns once again to face your feet before sitting comfortable on the headrest of the bed to which your wrists are so tightly secured above your head. She lifts one foot above your face and holds it there waiting.

“If you want to catch that plane I don’t suggest you just lay there like a stunned mullet, we’ve still got plenty to do before we can leave and you wasting time either by asking me stupid fucking questions like you just did and then hesitating to lick my feet like you are now isn’t going to help you catch it.”

She wants you to lift your head off the pillow to the level of her foot then with a flat tongue slowly stroke the entire length of her sole picking up every little bit of dirt and grime and sweat you can before repeating the process until her foot is not only clean but also glistening with your saliva. While you are licking her other foot clean she provides you with at least some glimmer of hope.

“It’s 6.12am. Basically we’ve got 2 hours to get you to the Airport, it only takes about 20mins to drive there from here. You need to try and convince me to let you catch that plane. There are steps you need to take, first one is what you are doing now. Prove to me how badly you want that plane by licking my feet clean. Then you’ll beg for me to sit back down on your ugly face so that you can lick my arsehole. And don’t worry, it’s just as sweaty and dirty as my feet. Then you’ll beg to clean Sally’s feet too. And I haven’t let her shower now for two days either. If you please me, I’ll untie you so you can lick her feet while she sleeps. If you’re smart you’ll do it well enough to wake her up, then I’ve told her once you do that I’ll make you lick her to a little orgasm before she has to get up.”

In between licks you start the process of begging Jo to let you lick her arsehole. You tell her how wonderful its been licking her feet, and how the dirt from them tastes so divine. You tell her that if she chooses not to let you catch your plane that you won’t be so devastated because at least you’ve had the pleasure of tasting her sweat. Of course the truth is totally different, if you could you’d kill the bitch right now, ring Allison, meet her at the Airport and be out of this rotten Country in the next few hours. But you continue to beg and ask for the privilege of kissing her arse. Satisfied with your pathetic begging Jo slides down off the headboard and once again straddles your neck. She lays down along the length of your body but lifts her arse and spreads her legs so your chin slides neatly into her crack and so that her dirty little hole is right above your mouth. All you have to do now is start licking. The first stroke of your tongue across her rim is tentative to say the least and you reel back in disgust at the taste but it is not too many more strokes before that taste is removed and replaced with nothing more than the taste of your own saliva.

Right in front of your eyes you can see Jo stroking her vagina and hear her quietly moaning as she occasionally slips a finger inside her cunt. For a fraction of a moment you marvel at her control, she looks so aroused, almost painfully so, and you wonder how she can continue to hold back on her orgasm. Back to the task at hand, you know she won’t be happy until you have penetrated her anus with your tongue and time continues to run so with renewed vigour you jab your tongue at her arsehole, which at first remains very tight, but eventually starts to yield to the pressure of your constant teasing before you can slip your tongue inside. Once again the taste at first is appalling as a mixture of her sweat and secretions coat your tongue but the increased moaning you hear from Jo acts as a clear signal you are doing something right.

After what you consider an appropriate amount of time you pull your mouth from her arse and prepare to beg to clean Sally’s feet but are very smartly reminded with a hard slap to the face that you should keep licking until told otherwise. You hear her tell you once you have your tongue back inside her arsehole busily licking and sucking away for all your life that when she thinks you have paid her arse the proper worship it deserves, then she will untie your right hand and your right hand only so that you can reach over and play with her nipple while she lays atop you. Once she’s had enough of that, then you can start begging for Sally’s feet.

Dismayed at how long this is taking, a tear finally forms and as your eyes moisten you feel your strength zapped from you as your body gives way to all this pent up emotion of the past 12 hours or so and you start to cry uncontrollably. Why is this taking so long? You make up your mind that despite what she says there is no way she is going to let you catch that plane and that you expect still to be lying on this bed in a few hours time performing your worship of their most lowly body parts even as your plane is in the air on its way home without you. You make yourself feel better though by deciding to refuse to cooperate as soon as you think there is no hope of getting the plane. If these two think you can still be friends after this, even if it is a joke and they drive you to the Airport where Allison is happily waiting, well fuck that, this is an abduction now. You’ll have both their arses in jail before they even know what’s happened.

Once she hears you crying, Jo masturbates herself a lot more aggressively, even your despair turns her on apparently. But eventually she loosens your right wrist as promised and you immediately reach over to try and stroke her nipple as requested all the time keeping your tongue firmly inside her arsehole, quietly slurping away at it trying to keep this sick bitch above you happy. Eventually she shifts her weight back from your face and you immediately thank her for the privilege of worshipping her most private part, lying to her it was one of the most wonderful experiences of your life. Truth is, despite your submissive nature, and relationship with Allison, you’ve never felt so shamed.

She has to untie you so you can lick Sally’s feet as ordered and you initially entertain hopes of escaping when she unties you but the thought soon crosses your mind that it is unlikely you could get to the Airport on time now without their help anyway. You guess it must nearly be 6.30am and you’re not wearing clothes anyway, well your bra is still half on, so you could hardly take public transport even if you knew which way to go. But you could still ring Allison, she’d know what to do to get you both on that Plane. Turns out Jo gave you no hope of escaping anyway. Once she had untied your left wrist so both your arms were free she gave you a few moments to stretch your arms whatever way you wanted to help with the cramps and pins and needles you were feeling tingling through your muscles while your ankles were still shackled to the bedposts and then tied your hands back together tightly behind your back before freeing your legs. Sure you could run now but not all that quickly with your arms tied behind your back.

Jo grabbed a fistful of your hair as she dragged you off the bed and around the outside of it before forcing your head down at the soles of Sally’s still sleeping feet. You ask her why she has to be so rough, that you’d do it anyway, but Jo hisses that you should shut the fuck up and beg, the only thing she wants to hear from you is begging. When your not licking their bodies you should be begging them to take you to the Airport to catch that Plane. Sally’s feet are smelly, considerably more so than Jo’s, perhaps she sweats more heavily and your first few strokes along the length of her sole with the flat of your tongue are unpleasant to say the least. There are bits of dirt and carpet from her having walked barefoot around the house and you can clearly see her soles are also stained from dirt perhaps from having walked around outside, or maybe just simply being from unwashed. Your stomach heaves the second time you lick the sole as you remember you haven’t eaten now since lunchtime the day before and you are left with a dry sensation in your mouth as you rapidly swallow to try and coat your mouth again with saliva.

You roughly lick Sally’s feet using the whole of your tongue to try and wake her up as ordered but she’s almost comatose, or so it seems, you decide the best way to wake her might be to bite her. So at the back of her heel just above the rim of the sole where the skin is at its toughest you start to nibble away trying to flake the dead skin from her foot. Miraculously Sally does slowly wake up only once you’ve entirely cleaned both her feet as well as scraped and swallowed the dead skin off the back of her heels with your teeth. You can’t help but think the sly bitch was awake the whole time and just wanting to waste more time before you had to leave for the Airport.

As she awakes clearly still exhausted from only having had probably half an hours sleep, she stretches kicking you directly in the face from which you reel back in pain before rolling over onto her back and opening her legs outrageously wide as a clear and direct invitation for you to fulfil Jo’s promise to her. Her labia parts obscenely as Jo, who still has a firm grip of your hair, reminds you to not to forget to beg her for the privilege. You don’t know whether Jo means you should beg her or Sally so since she’s clearly in charge you decide to direct your attention to her.

“Please Jo I beg you for the privilege of putting my mouth and tongue to use on your wonderful daughter’s clit and vagina. I can think of nothing more divine than that pink flower spread before me right now and I would do anything for you if you’d allow me the privilege.”

Humiliatingly Jo forces you by the back of the head directly in front of Sally’s cunt but holds you far enough back so that you can only look at it yet not touch it.

“Beautiful isn’t it,” she asks. “I’ve never seen a cunt so beautiful before in my whole life and it is very few women I allow anywhere near it. It is my property and I like to keep it for myself. But Sally was very insistent she wanted you to taste her, she’s done a lot for me in these past two days to convince me to let you, so you better make the most of this you bitch. If I don’t think you are paying Sally or my cunt of hers the proper respect I’m going to have to punish you. I hope that is crystal clear to you. This is not some fucking game now, you must know what that little thing in front of your face means to me, and you need to be aware I don’t let sluts near it very often.”

Following the little speech you decide you’d love nothing more than to just bury your head deep between Sally’s legs get as much of your mouth around it as you can and bite down hard to teach these weirdo bitches a lesson. It sounds as if Jo would be as upset about you maiming her precious little cunt as Sally would be from the pain of it all. Your first licks are tentative. You’ve done this many times before for Allison and know which are the right buttons to push. You’re also used to her scent and taste by now and its not long before Sally is thriving on the bed under your tongue. She bumps her mound violently against your mouth as you tongue her seemingly in an attempt to perhaps swallow your whole face inside her vagina. Jo is sitting on your back, you can feel her moist vagina sliding on the small of your back as she uses your body to not only masturbate herself but also her girlfriend.

Soon the room is again heavily scented by sex and you are ashamed yourself that you too are aroused by this little show of strength from Jo. You are quietly rubbing yourself on the mattress as best as possible when Sally explodes to yet another orgasm. Almost simultaneously, and this happens quickly enough that at first you are not sure what happens, your ribs explode in pain, your scalp burns from your hair being yanked and you land with a loud thud on the floor. Your legs take most of your weight as you topple over to your side before again your ribs explode in pain. Well at least you saw that last blow coming as Jo viciously stood above you and kicked you full force while you lay helplessly at her feet on the ground. And you have a moment now to piece together Jo punching you in the kidneys while she sat on your back as soon as Sally orgasmed before throwing you by your hair off the bed onto the floor. You have no time to recover as showing remarkable agility Sally bounds off the bed heaves you up off the ground from under your arms and stands you upright before her Mistress.

Jo just smiles at you crying in front of her, you want to be brave and not cry in front of them but the pain is too much. Your hands remain tied behind your back and Sally stands behind you with her arms locked underneath your armpits holding you up straight to stare at your tormentor. Jo moves in close to your face and strokes the side of your hair back out of your face as she looks deep into your eyes.

“I’ve got good news Brooke. You’ve pleased me so far so I am going to take you to the Airport.”

“But I’ve got some bad news too.”

Then for no reason, as she stands there stroking your hair looking deep into your eyes, you still hopelessly at her mercy while Sally holds you there all tied up before her, she lifts her knee suddenly and violently straight into your vagina. Your knees immediately crumple as Sally lets you go and you crash to the floor at their feet. You’ve never felt pain like it and can not properly defend yourself from the horrible cramps without the use of your arms. Jo comes around and stands directly above you, one foot either side of your head as she grins down at you. You’re unable to speak and soon can’t breathe and are choking as she stands with one bare foot directly across your throat blocking your windpipe. Sally is untying your hands while you choke and as soon as your arms are loose you grab at the foot at which your very life seems to be reliant to try and lift it from your throat but Jo is in much too powerful a position to budge. Your last vision is of this seemingly gigantic woman above you as you first see stars then start to fall into a deep sleep.

Then just as you think you are gone, imagine the colour of your face, not to mention the bruising on your throat, you cough back to life. You see Sally and Jo rush out of the room locking the door behind them as you lay on the floor coughing and rasping trying to recover. Now fully untied and with your dress still in the room with you, you have your chance to escape. Even with the door locked there is the window with easy access to the street but you don’t know the time or the way to the Airport. The girls both know that if you do clamber out the window and escape you’d have no hope of catching the plane so even in your freedom you are trapped to stay with them.

They are only gone a short few minutes, both only long enough to throw on some clothes each. You’re surprised when they admonish you for not being dressed either, they’d only half killed you a few minutes ago but at their urging you slowly climb to your feet and slip your bare tit back into your bra, pull your dress back over your head and then, without panties, are ushered out to the car barefoot.

Still weak from their attack on you, they force you to lie across the back seat of their sedan. The thought crosses your mind that you can’t even see where you are going, perhaps they’re not taking you to the Airport? Sally drives, Jo climbs in behind you and before you have a chance to sit up her arse lands heavily on your back as you lay on your stomach beneath her totally immobile. There isn’t much conversation between the two of them though Jo takes the time to further explain your predicament while she sits above you.

They are both dressed casually. Jo similarly to you in a light sundress, while Sally wears a t-shirt and pair of faded jean shorts. Jo tells you that they expect you and Allison to be reunited at the Airport and she thinks she would have checked in your baggage. You’d like to disagree, tell them that Ally is probably reporting your disappearance to the Police but with Jo sitting on your back with her entire weight you struggle to breathe, never mind talk. She tells you the time: 7.48am. It’s later than you thought. No hope of getting to customs by 8am but at least your two captors should know their way around the Airport. Jo tells you that Sally is going to drop you both off while she parks the car, that way you’ll have more time though Allison really should have booked both of you in by now. Jo sounds so certain that Ally has got everything sorted that you now start to wonder if she has been in on all this? Surely not.

It is with great relief when Sally pulls up and there can be no doubt where you are. Perhaps this will finish happily, one thing is for sure; you’ll sleep well on the plane. And once out of the car things start out great. Well other than walking through the airport barefoot, you feel totally humiliated without your shoes, in fact it bothers you even more than not having any underwear on, at least no one can see you are bare under your dress. Jo walks at a brisk pace and you follow directly behind her but the whole time your thoughts are consumed with Ally. You scan the area around you for her, she must be totally worried, you just can’t believe she could possibly know what’s happened to you although it is entirely plausible that she will be here. The problem is you don’t know the Airport at all. You’ve only been here once before – when you landed, and have no idea where Jo is leading you. Then you see a man in uniform.

You’ve been beaten and raped not to mention kidnapped by these girls. And while you walk freely around the Airport now, you are really still bonded to Jo, she is the only person you know who can take you where you have to go. She’s walking so quickly, like she’s trying to run from someone, almost aware of her guilt, but then again you are running late for your flight. Perhaps she’s being helpful. You see another uniformed man. It strikes you that as a victim you’d be much safer running to one of them. It might mean missing your plane, but it will mean another flight later, and a good explanation for the Airline as to why you’re not on your booked flight. But for some reason you are frightened to run. You know you have to. You haven’t seen yourself since leaving the house but you know you must be in a mess. The girl’s secretions from their sex and genitalia on your face have dried but you remain unwashed and can only imagine the matted mess your hair must look. Not to mention walking around barefoot. Your soles will be filthy by now from walking on these vinyl covered floors. Surely you must look like a victim. You have to run.

Then Jo turns swiftly down a narrow corridor. No other people here. She’s still walking in front of you. It so easy to stop, turn around and run back to one of those uniformed men. Especially now there’s a chance she’s not taking you directly to the customs gate. Or is it a short cut? When Jo turns around you have only about 10 yards start on her. You’ve made up your mind and are running. As fast as you possibly can.

It takes her brain a second or so to process what has happened. But then she chases. You’ve got 20 yards start by now. That’s when you hear the announcement over the public address system. It’s your name clearly. Required at the Customs Gate. Immediately. They say your name again. Not Allison’s, just yours. You think perhaps she is in the Airport. Why haven’t they called her? Were you wrong to run, surely she hasn’t set this up like Jo suggests? And that’s when you crash heavily to the ground under the weight of Jo’s tackle. She has jumped into your back riding you all the way to the ground before punching you in the kidneys a couple of time. Now its time to scream for help. But her hand has snaked across your mouth gagging you.

“You stupid fucking bitch,” she hisses in your ear. “Don’t you want to fucking get home?”

She’s pulling your hair and ragging you from side to side while she threatens you. Then with her right hand still tightly wrapped in your hair she gets to her feet. You have no choice but to struggle up beside her. She doesn’t let go of your hair with her right hand as she traps you in a tight headlock on the left side of her body and briskly starts walking down the corridor again. You can only stumble alongside her and yell for help.

“No one can hear you now bitch. Yell all you want, you’re not escaping now. You had your chance in the main foyer of the airport but you’re playing in my territory now. Yell again, please yell again for me. All this struggling just makes me hotter for you baby, how much more in control can I be?”

She bangs your head against a door that swings open. You can tell by the only thing you can see now, the floor, and the change of tiling that she has you in the toilets. She uses your head again this time to open the stall of a toilet. She’s not the slightest bit gentle as she throws you against the bowl of the toilet so you land with your arse on the seat. She climbs onto your lap so she sitting on you now looking directly into your face. You didn’t realise it was possible to hate someone as much as you hate this girl smirking directly at you now.

“Well I honestly didn’t think I could get you here. I was certain you’d run in the Airport. Like how fucking stupid can you be. I told Sally there was no way you’d trust me enough not to run. And you fucking didn’t!”

She slaps your face hard and you automatically raise your hands to cover yourself but she casually pushes them away and slaps you again this time on the other cheek. With each slap she talks:

“Stupid” . . . SLAP . . . “Fucking” . . . SLAP . . . “Bitch” . . . SLAP.

The slapping stops suddenly and you bring yourself to look at her. As soon as you raise your eyes to her you see her phlegm rise and well it’s almost like slow motion, the glob of spit leaves her mouth and you only have time to open your mouth fractionally in shock as her saliva explodes just to the side of the bridge of your nose and a nasally mix of light green, yellowy coloured mucous slowly races down the valley of your nose toward your eye. You are crying now. Disgusted beyond belief, all the things she has done to you, you feel this is the worse but as you raise your hand to wipe the mess from your face she grabs you by the wrist, swiftly finds your other wrist and raises your arms above your head trapped in her own hands against the wall above the cistern of the toilet. This has the pronounced effect of her having to lean forward so she is now right in your face.

You now sit on the toilet helpless, arms raised above your head and wrists pressed heavily against the wall above you. Jo has her entire body weight sitting in your lap and leans forward so she can keep your arms trapped. She is facing toward you her legs comfortably levering on the ground below your hips. It is a position of dominance in which she has you trapped and there is no escape. As she leans forward you can sense she wants to kiss you. You purse your lips shut, there is no way you will consent to this. Your eyes are now tightly closed as her disgusting spittle has snaked its way along your nose and pooled in the corner of your left eye. You feel her hot breath on your mouth now but refuse to budge, then you feel at first a little pinch on your lips. You jerk away, did she just bite at your lip. It happens again but this time she has a better grip of you in her teeth as she sensually pulls your lower lip from your mouth, in the same motion she lets go and you can now feel her tongue licking along the inside of your gums and your teeth. You feel her shuffle her hands so she can hold your wrists now above your head with one hand and with the other she squeezes your nostrils shut.

“You wanna breathe Babe? Well you’ll have to open your mouth sooner or later, and I’m going to kiss you. I’m going to explore all the inside of your mouth with my tongue and you know what? We’re gunna still be here kissing as your boarding gate closes. You are under my total control. Your plane won’t have left, I’ve got something special planned for then, I hope you like your kisses from your girl wet and sloppy. What about Allison? How does she kiss you?”

All you want to do is gag as Jo explores your mouth with her tongue. You do nothing to kiss her back but are helpless the times she is able to seize your tongue with her lips and sloppily suck on it. You feel sick as she grinds and bumps her pussy into your lap. All you want now is to get this filthy whore off you so you can go and have a shower. You feel so dirty and you still have your eyes tightly shut.

It is at this point you sense someone else has entered the cubicle. You desperately need to look and sensing the mucous pooled in the corner of your eye has dried sufficiently, you open your eyes and are shocked to see Sally fully made-up and dressed in an airhostess uniform. She has baggage behind her and looks ready to leave for her flight. But what shocks you most is the Uniform itself. You’re familiar with the hostess uniforms now given the air travel you made before coming to Melbourne and Sally clearly works for the same airline whose plane you are hoping to catch home. What’s more she tightly grasps some paperwork in her right hand and is waving it in the air at you. Jo is still sucking on your mouth and has your hands trapped so you can do nothing more than plead with Sally with your eyes.

She makes her way into the toilet and stands right in front of you and holds the paperwork spread out with both hands right in front of your eyes. You can see it clearly, it is your boarding pass for your flight with your name on it.

“I’ve pulled some strings and organised this for you,” she starts. “You see I found out a couple of days ago that I’m rostered onto the same flight as you are to leave on. We couldn’t believe the coincidence either. Now I’ve got to go boarding starts as soon as I get back, you are through customs, Jo works here too and she has you holding in a restricted area. But unfortunately for you Jo’s the boss, remember she’s my Mistress, so she gets the boarding pass. And she gets to decide whether you fly home or not. I hope you’ve been nice to her cos I really would like to see you board our flight. It’s a long way and it’d be real nice to have both you and Allison to ‘service’ me if you know what I mean.”

You can’t respond because Jo still has your mouth trapped in her own as she gags you with her tongue but you can’t help but bristle at the mention of Allison. You know how these girls have treated you, what could they have done to her? Obviously Sally has seen her otherwise there would have been frantic messages over the public address system, surely she would have reported you missing to the Authorities unless she knew otherwise.

Sally continues; “When I get back to the terminal I am going to put over a final boarding call for you. From the time you hear that you’ll have the time it takes us to fill the plane before you hear a last and final boarding call. If Jo hasn’t got you back to the gate by then we’ll be leaving without you. And that includes Allison, I’ll have her all to myself while you’ll get to spend some more quality time with Jo here. Now I’ve got to go,” she leans in and Jo for the first time in what must be at least five minutes breaks her kiss with you, turns to Sally and kisses her goodbye.

She then turns to you, releases your arms from above your head where they’ve been trapped, “Okay, you heard her. We’re probably a two-three minute walk from the gate from here,” while she talks she gets off you effectively freeing you from your prison trapped beneath her on the toilet seat, “and I’ve been holding back my orgasm the whole night for this moment. In my estimation you’ve got about five minutes to make me cum,” she starts to pull down her pants, “I want your head above the toilet, you can lean your neck on the rim,” she lifts the toilet seat up so your head now sits uncomfortably above the level of the water, “and you don’t get this,” she waves your boarding pass in front of your nose, “until you’ve made me cum.”

You’re in a mad panic now. How could they be so cruel as to let you get this close, your emotions have gone from one extreme, certainty not to catch the flight, to the other, where they left you with some hope, to this, where you can grab your boarding pass any time you want and get lost in the restricted area of the airport trying to make your flight, or do as she says so she can take you straight to the gate. You quickly get into position on the toilet floor, you’re sitting flat on your bum with your legs stretched out in front of you, your back against the toilet and your neck leaning back almost like you’re at the dentist.

As you look up this creature you hate most in the World, and her cunt with which you’ve become so familiar during the morning, become the centre of your Universe. It still looks angry and aroused just like it had hours earlier and now it is seeking its refuge on your mouth. You know how a girl’s anatomy works, you’ve gone down on girls before, heck you just brought Sally to a screaming orgasm not that long ago, and Jo’s been denying herself for hours. With vigour you immediately search out her clit but as she sits herself down on your face her weight is almost unbearable and you wonder if perhaps she might break your neck. You try to tell her she’s hurting you but your words are heavily muffled by her sex.

“Oohhh yes, talk more baby, beg my cunt to cum before your flight, keep talking it, I love the feel of your lips on my lips,” you feel her thrust her hips forward, it hurts enough that you give a little shriek. You know what’s she doing, she’s desperate for you to miss that flight, she doesn’t want you anywhere near her clit yet. With all your force you try and crane your neck forward a little, push your tongue as far it will go, you just need the leverage to be able to flick at it. You know how talented your tongue is, it’s had plenty of practice.

When you hear Sally’s voice crackle over the public address system giving you your final call your heart skips a beat. You feel your pulse race, this is getting desperate. You try and use your hands to push up a little but the weight of her body is too much, you decide you’re going to have to push her off all together if this is going to work. You’ve got good leverage on the floor and you bend your knees so that you can heave up in one motion hoping to tip her backwards. Hands and bare feet now ready and poised to push her off you, you take a breath, and she eases off your face a little. You can now lean forward and latch your lips onto her clitoris, you know she can’t hold off for any longer than a few minutes. So you relax again and feel for this most sensitive organ, you know it’s large but are still surprised at the size of it as you coax it from its hood. Above you Jo is screaming as a new rush of moisture floods your tongue as try and unlock her pleasure in time for your flight. You gently suck it in between your lips and rapidly flick at its head with your tongue. You do that special thing you do, it’s driven girls wild in the past. And just as you sense she’s at a point of no return she lifts her arse a fraction from your face and moves forward again so that you can no longer reach her clit. In fact with her weight distributed like this it isn’t long before your neck starts to burn in pain again.

You want to question her why and try to shout at her to shift back but you no longer can shift your jaw with her sitting on you like this. From between her thighs you can look up at her face as she just smiles wickedly down at you, face flushed and perspiring from the pleasure you have just been able to provide her. She taps her index finger on your nose infuriating you even further, “I haven’t cum yet sweetheart, you were that close to doing me, but something just didn’t feel right . . .” and with that you hear your last and final boarding call.

“I brought you here for a very special reason,” she points at a window high on the wall, all you can see from your perspective is the bright blue morning sky. “From the runway your plane leaves it flies directly over that path. We’re gunna watch it take off while you’re making love with your mouth to my pussy. As soon as we see that plane I’ll have my orgasm all over your face and leave you to it.”

Jo has hardly stopped talking when you shove out from underneath her pushing her weight crashing into the door of the toilet stall where she has you prisoner. For a moment she is stunned and you grab your boarding pass from her and run. You’ve got no id on you and no hope of proving to anyone in Authority who you are or why you are in this part of the terminal but it doesn’t matter now, this is your only chance of catching that flight and even if you have no hope of getting it, it’s a better alternative than having that sick bitch cum all over your face while she watches your plane take off into the horizon.

But for all the hope you ever had of catching that flight ever since this nightmare began, all the pressure, the anguish, the frustration, the tears, the hope, the hope, Sally’s locked the bathroom door on the way out. You pull at it with all your might but it’s not budging and not for the first time since this ordeal began you are reduced to a state of hopelessness. You cry out loud and scream for somebody to help you but as you look back toward the toilet stalls Jo has recovered and is slowly walking toward you with a look of ecstasy in her eyes and a grin of triumph. The only way to stop her now is to fight her though she is very tough and you doubt you can take her. Defeated you slide down the door to your knees and sob.

Jo is naked from the waist down and no longer wearing shoes. As she pads across the bathroom to where you lay, you genuinely fear her. She tilts her head to one side and smiles slyly at you in a most wicked way. In a different circumstance you’d melt for that smile from any girl. She lifts her barefoot to your face and caresses your cheek, you look up at her, the smile’s gone, there’s a coldness in her eyes, the foot that caresses your cheek now bares all her weight as she trods on your face and viciously kicks her other leg into your stomach. She steps off you just as quickly as you curl yourself into a ball to try and escape any further pain. She kneels down above you now,

“You’re not going anywhere darling.”

She grabs you by the hair so you are forced to look into her cute face, “We’ve got a plane to watch leaving.”

With a handful of hair she pulls you to your feet and drags you back to the toilet cubicle. You resist to the point where she is fighting against you but are resigned to your fate and clearly understand what will happen when she throws you to the floor at the base of the toilet.

“Plane should be taxiing now, time to get into your position.”

Once again she uses your hair to lever you into the exact position she had you earlier except this time you notice an open bag hidden behind the toilet. That’s when you see the chain and the collar it’s attached to. It’s already tied to the toilet and once Jo has you collared you are tethered to the toilet by your neck. She pulls the chain tight and you find yourself unable to move or leverage at all.

All that’s left now is for her to take her seat. Mount her throne. She straddles your neck and uses two fingers to pry herself open for you. “Take a good look honey, after all this is the reason you’re here and not taxiing down that runway now with your girlfriend. If it wasn’t for ‘its’ needs, ‘its’ requirements, ‘its’ pleasure, you’d be on your way home now.” She laughs at you. There’s another glob of spit, this time she misses your nose but hits you right on the cheek below your left eye. Your hands are free even if you can’t move your head so you move to wipe it off.

“I wouldn’t do that,” she tells you, “with what I’ve planned you might need the extra lubrication. Now we’re going to start slowly,” she still has her pussy gaping just above your mouth, “I want you to kiss it, kiss it slowly for Mummy.”

She lowers herself to your mouth, which you keep tightly closed. She moves forward further, she’s still holding herself open and she envelops your nose in her pussy. She presses her weight onto your face sealing you into your prison. She has spread her labia so that your nose is trapped inside her vagina, she is leaking stupendously and it isn’t long before your nasal cavities are filling and her ejaculate is dripping down the back of your throat. You don’t think it is possible for anyone to get so wet, it’s almost like she is taking a piss, but she squirts on orgasm and you brought her so close that she is able to hold it back and now feed it back to you through your nose.

You can’t breathe and start to struggle violently.

“I know you can’t breathe, all you have to do for me is to look out that window, watch for your plane. While your eyes are trained on that window, watching for that plane, I will let you breathe on occasion.”

You switch your vision from the horror above you to the window. Jo is rocking back and forward on your face you can hear her muttering to herself, ‘any second now, any second now’, you watch for that damn plane and as soon as it comes into view tilting heavily toward the sky just after take-off, Jo screams and presses all her weight onto your face as she finally lets her orgasm wash over her. As it hits she squirts whatever she has left most of which is forced up your nose and you can’t help but gag from the moisture running into your throat. Post orgasm she rubs herself up and down on your face, more gently this time, as she lets herself down. While still sitting on your face she leans over you and loosens the chain trapping your neck to the toilet so you once again have leverage. You wonder if the muscles in your back and shoulders will ever be the same as she stands above you untangling her body from yours.

“Do you really think that few seconds of pleasure was worth it, you fucking bitch. Do you know how many lives you’ve fucked up with this shit, all for a few seconds pleasure. Fucking bitch, I’m going to organise to kill you for this, for what you’ve done to me, they’ll put your skank ass in jail for a long time, where you’ll be the bitch.” You continue to shout abuse at her but she just smiles down at you.

“You seem to have forgotten you’re still chained to the toilet, your arse is still mine.”

And with that she presses the sole of her foot under your chin forcing your head back toward the toilet. You’re still tethered and can’t help but have your head forced back over the toilet with the pressure of her shoving her foot into your face. She presses against the wall behind her for leverage which creates even more strength, once she has pressed your head over the rim of the toilet she easily stands above you with your head actually in the bowl forced there by her foot on your neck from one side and chained to the other. Your hair is in the water now, in fact the back of your skull is wet, is she going to drown you? Just as you consider the worse she stops pushing down your throat.

“Look back out the window, can you see your plane, it would have looped around by now and be flying back over the airport.”

You switch your view and can clearly see the flight off into the distance. As you switch your view water cascades all around you, the cruel bitch has flushed while your head is trapped under her foot in the bowl. The last thing you hear her say before the 2nd flush is something along the lines of not to worry, apparently she use to torment girls like this in high school all the time. By the third flush you’re gasping and she has lifted her foot from your face. You scramble to lift your head out of the toilet and just catch her unlocking the toilet door to leave.

CONCLUSION:

It’s not long before you are found chained and helpless, sobbing on your knees beside the toilet bowl. It’s a cleaner who finds you, and she is very comforting. In all you are in Australia for a further two days assisting police with their enquiries. The girls have done their best to cover their tracks, Sally and Jo are not in fact their names and while you can give police a detailed description of their house, you can’t give them an address. Not that it would matter. Sally was found to be a hostess on your flight but she disappeared at the stop over in New Zealand and is still being pursued. Police later find the girl you know as Jo was on a flight out of Australia almost before you are untied.

Your first contact with Allison is in the Airport Lounge soon after your rescue. She worried sick about you all night but phone calls from both Jo and Sally assured her that you were all right and had decided to stay the night having gotten drunk with Sal. Allison expected to see you at the terminal like the girls promised but refused to catch the flight without you. Your airline had already contacted police about your possible kidnapping at Allison’s insistence and with your failure to arrive at Customs in time, perhaps even before you are rescued.

While they leave a paper trail behind them a mile long, and police take no time at all to identify who they really are, Sally and Jo remain at large, it is assumed Sally is able to fly from New Zealand un-noticed to meet up with Jo. They could be anywhere in the World right now.

The relevant agencies are informed and chances are the girls will be on the run for the rest of their Lives. Perhaps that’s how they wanted it.

You vow never to come back to Australia.