After her return from Dallas, Laura felt an emptiness she had never felt before. She had got through the two days she was condemned to stay there after her day with Jonelle as if she were a zombie, just going through the motions. But back home, though the memory was sharp and sweet, she couldn't get rid of the feeling that she and Jonelle would never make love again.

She had no desire for sex herself. Unfortunately, there were others who desired her, and she couldn't give them all the brush- off, not forever anyway. The most importunate was Cecilia, of course, also the newest, and still as gorgeous as ever. Laura gave in and spent an hour after work in bed with her on three separate occasions in one week, fucking wildly, trying to think only of Cecilia, not of Jonelle.

And of course, Cecilia was an exuberant fucker, and quickly infected Laura with her enthusiasm. By the end of the week, the day with Jonelle in the Dallas hotel room seemed so far away.

And Laura had spotted a new interest at the Safeway where she usually shopped, of all places. There was a pretty young black woman in the bakery there, whom she had noticed a few times in the past. Sparkling eyes, delicious smile, lovely face. Since she stood behind the bakery counter, you couldn't tell much else about her.

But apparently she had been promoted, to assistant manager. Now she was in charge of replenishing the cash drawers, and other miscellaneous tasks. Laura would hear her paged over the intercom. Her name was Tracy, and now that she had escaped from the bakery counter, Laura could see that Tracy was very attractively built. She had a delightful trim figure and a very tiny waist, accentuated by the little candystriper-manqué costume she had to wear.

When Laura ran into Tracy in the aisles, she smiled at her. And Tracy smiled back. She had no idea of the effect she was having on Laura, who had long ago noticed that Tracy wore a wedding ring. God, I really want her, don't I? Laura realized. She's married, probably has a couple of kids, and all I can think of is ripping that little smock off her and fucking her.

Burn for Tracy, burn for the delicious Cecilia, burn most of all for Jonelle. That's me all over, Laura thought, glumly. She was really ripe for it when Karen phoned her one Friday night.

"You owe me, honey," Karen breathed hotly into the phone, and Laura promptly caught on fire.

"We shouldn't be doing that," she said weakly.

"Does that mean you're turning me down?"

Laura hesitated. "No . . . I guess not," she said. "How could I?"

"Mmmmmm, I didn't think you would. If you're good to me . . . I'll be good to you," Karen said, tantalizing Laura.

And it worked. Laura realized she was wet, just from this brief conversation. Her pussy was hot, throbbing, flowing with fuck juice.

"God, honey, I'll be over in a minute," she breathed into the phone.

"Don't get in an accident."

The minute she stepped inside Karen's apartment, she knew that a conflagration was in store. She could almost smell the smoke already. It was in Karen's eyes, and she knew Karen must see it in hers. Trying to restrain their darker urges only fanned the flames.

And Karen, as she often did for Laura, was wearing a new, provocative item, an abbreviated sort of transparent peignoir that half-concealed and half-revealed all of her delicious dark body. Laura could hardly take her eyes off the girl. She had recently spent an entire day in bed with the exquisitely beautiful Jonelle, and two successive nights fucking the gorgeous Cecilia after work, and yet she could feel her sexual excitement instantly skyrocket at a mere glimpse of Karen.

For one thing, it was, as always, the message in Karen's eyes, the exciting menace, the hot sexual daring, the dark invitations. They would do shocking things to one another, suffer acutely, and come in paroxysms of total, blinding sensation that almost obliterated consciousness in exploding flashes of ecstacy.

For another, it was Karen's body. Both Jonelle and Cecilia were lean and angular, though Cecilia had breasts of average size, bigger than Jonelle's small paragons, but perfectly proportioned to her body. But Karen was a full-figured woman, with swelling hips, and large, luscious breasts. Her body was firm, but more curvaceous than either of the others, and under the filmy gauze of the peignoir as Laura glimpsed it, it was wildly desirable to her.

They kissed, and she started slipping her hands under the peignoir, raising them up to Karen's full, naked breasts, but Karen pulled quickly back, smiling.

"Oh no, you're awfully quick at grabbing," she teased.

Laura smiled. "You did invite me over here for a little serious screwing, right?"

Karen laughed. "You're so much more savage when I tempt you. Make you wait."

Now Laura was slowly pursuing her around the apartment. She almost caught her in the kitchen, then in the hallway, then finally did catch her, just outside the door to the bedroom. She grabbed Karen from behind, closing her hands over Karen's hard, round breasts under the thin fabric, kissing and biting Karen's beautiful black neck passionately.

"Annghhh! Oh! Oh!" Karen gasped.

Laura spun her around and pinned her against the wall, now sliding her hands up under the peignoir and filling them with Karen's naked breasts, pinching Karen's large, soft, bulbous nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, crushing Karen's mouth under hers. They were both trembling with wild sexual excitement, panting, whimpering frantically.

"Oh god . . . I want you to do everything to me!" Karen gasped.

"I'm going to rape you," Laura whispered into her ear, squeezing her breasts hard.

"Yes!"

"Now."

"Yes!"

Laura pulled the peignoir over Karen's head in one motion, flung it down the hallway, then scooped up Karen's breasts in her hands and dropped her mouth to them. She wasn't gentle, nor did Karen want her to be. She sucked the girl's black, bulging nipples hard, and when Karen began moaning, she drug her down onto the floor in the hallway.

"Fuck me, honey, fuck me," Karen whimpered.

Laura did fuck her, hard, rapidly, sharply, biting her big wet nipples and plunging two fingers deep into Karen's hot, runny pussy.

"Unhh! Oh . . . unhgg god! Unhh!" Karen moaned, churning her hips, delirious, groaning and panting in a wild sexual frenzy. "Unggh . . . oh shit yes oh! Ungghh! Oh yes Laura harder . . . I . . . oh yes hard! Anngghhh! Oh now now! Auugnnnhhhhh!"

She came violently, writhing and squirming under Laura, moaning as each wave of pleasure buckled her arching body. Both of them were still panting from this explosion when Karen began quickly to undress Laura. Fortunately, Laura was dressed in casual clothes, which came off easily. Karen pinned her to the floor and fucked her hard, and Laura too came violently in about two more minutes.

When it was over, they both lay on the floor, surrounded by Laura's hastily-shed clothes, and began giggling softly together.

"How many times have we ended up on the floor like this, screwing like two wild animals?" Laura asked.

"I lost count," Karen said. "Together, we are two wild animals."

Laura was willing to entertain the idea. She couldn't imagine herself fucking this way with Jonelle, or Cecilia, or Brandi. But she and Yvette had done it a few times, so overcome with lust that they couldn't stop one another.

"Ah, but what we're going to do, no wild animal would ever think of," Laura said, darkly.

Their eyes locked together, burning with the perverse excitement they felt. The heated, frenzied animalistic coupling they had just experienced was only a prelude to the orgy of pain and shockingly deep orgasms that was about to start. Wordlessly, they helped each other to their feet, and went on into Karen's bedroom. She shut the door behind them, and somehow Laura knew this encounter would be their deepest yet, that they would soon exceed the boundaries even they had feared to go beyond in the past.

Her stomach churned. She could feel her whole body tingle with fear and anticipation.

Standing beside Karen's huge king-size bed, they embraced slowly, watching their naked breasts come together, their nipples meeting, then their mouths, in a long kiss that expressed all their familiarity and their deep, abiding hunger for each other.

"Are you afraid?" Laura whispered in Karen's ear.

"A little. Are you?"

"Should I be?"

"Don't you feel it?"

"Yes."

"Let's just be careful," Karen murmured, almost inaudibly. "No blood. It was always our rule. No blood. Anything else is possible."

Laura nodded as they drew apart. She watched as Karen stooped and drew the long white rope from under the bed, then went to the drawer and removed the ball gag and the small whip with the square leather patch on the end of it.

"There's baby oil in the bedstand drawer," she said quietly, also taking the black goody bag from the closet, the one containing devices that had made Laura, and Karen, scream in violent convulsions of pain and rapture in the past.

Laura could feel the racing of her blood jump up a notch just at the sight of the bag. Oh god! she thought. How could either of us ever give this up?

"Me first," Karen said, with a wink.

Laura knew that she meant she got to be first on the receiving end. Karen sat down on the bed while Laura picked up the rope. She caressed Karen's jutting breasts with the coils of rope, rubbing it over her swelling black nipples.

"I'm going to do these last, so I can take my time with them," she murmured, menacingly.

Karen closed her eyes and shivered. She submitted obediently as Laura quickly tied her wrists together and knotted them to the headstand. Then she spread her legs and watched as Laura tied each ankle to opposite ends of the footposts. Karen's pussy was very wet and shiny, a bright, glistening, black-lipped magenta gash in a nest of dense black curls.

Laura loved it. Karen's thighs were beautiful, the color of rich chocolate, not rippling with muscle like Brandi's, but firm and sleek and full, and between them . . . this delicious wet black- lipped pussy.

"I hope you don't think I'm going to torture this beauty without tasting it first," she murmured to Karen, her eyes heavy- lidded with lust as she crouched between Karen's splayed thighs.

And for the next ten minutes she kissed and tongued and licked and otherwise toyed with Karen's pussy, never letting Karen come, but bringing her to the edge several times, until Karen was panting, her beautiful stomach heaving up and down, her eyes glassy. And now that Karen was so aroused, Laura began to tie up her extraordinary breasts.

She looped the rope twice around one large, beautifully-shaped round globe, slowly tightening it and watching Karen's black, bulbous nipple swell and bulge. So many times she had licked, sucked, bitten, squeezed this beautiful globe of flesh, hearing Karen cry out, in both pain and ecstacy, and yet her desire to do it again never faded.

"It's so beautiful," she whispered, touching the soft edge of Karen's large, protruding black nipple with her fingertips.

She cinched the rope a little tighter. Karen gasped softly. Her eyes watered. Laura ran another loop of rope around Karen's bulging breast, then ran the rope around Karen's back, under her other arm, and looped it around Karen's other breast.

Now each breast was encircled by several coils of rope. They tended to pull apart because Laura had run the rope behind Karen's back. So now she crisscrossed the rope under and over Karen's breasts, letting the ends of it meet between them, so that both breasts were pulled back even closer together, swelling even more from the strain.

By now Karen was whimpering and panting rapidly. Her large bulbous nipples flared and gleamed. Laura wanted to taste them, to torment them. She knotted the rope underneath the bulging globes. Then she began the slow torture that would end in the explosive ecstacies Karen was seeking.

She started by kissing Karen's bulging, shiny, black nipples, teasing them with her tongue. Karen writhed and moaned softly, watching Laura's mouth toy with her entrapped breasts.

"I didn't get it too tight, did I?" Laura asked, knowing from experience that wrapping the coils too tightly would shut off or dull the sensations, which would defeat their purpose.

"A little," Karen panted. "They're getting numb."

"Oh . . . poor baby. Here, let me loosen them."

Carefully, she unknotted the rope, gently loosening the coils, which made Karen's full, hard, strangled breasts jiggle a little. Then she knotted it again.

"Okay . . . no more reprieves," she smiled, letting the menace flow into her eyes, knowing how it would arouse Karen.

Now instead of tickling Karen's nipples with her tongue, she began to suck them, one at a time, digging her fingers into each hard round breast as she sucked. When both nipples were erect and wet and pointing, she began to pinch them, then suck them hard, letting each large, stiffened nipple slide out of her mouth but catching it between her teeth, looking up into Karen's eyes as the nipple slowly scraped past her lightly-clamped teeth to freedom.

This treatment drove Karen nearly delirious with sexual excitement. She was able to watch everything, and though there had been no pain yet, Laura's teasing had aroused her to a high level of need.

"Oh god . . . Laura ohhnnn! Anngghh! Oh yes, do it hard! God . . . oh Jesus oh shit . . . yes! Unghh! Unh! Oh!" she panted, quivering and writhing in need.

"You're going to come, aren't you," Laura teased, knowing she could make Karen come in an instant now, but holding back.

"Oh yes! Oh god . . . yes! Do it! Please!"

"But I thought you wanted . . . this," Laura smiled, reaching down to the end of the bed and picking up the small, thin whip with one hand.

Terror and need mingled in Karen's dark eyes, but she was not yet reduced to the helplessness that Laura wanted.

"Oh my, you're so wet, honey," Laura said, running her fingers along the glistening, puffy lips of Karen's open pussy. "You must really be horny. Look, you're getting the sheet all wet. Mmmm, I bet that tastes good."

She slid down between Karen's quaking thighs and began licking her oozing pussy, driving Karen into a frenzy. In under a minute Karen was moaning deliriously, her hips churning wildly in involuntary fuck motions, and just a few flicks of her tongue against Karen's clit told Laura that the girl might come, if she weren't careful.

So she pulled back, purring to the tormented girl, stroking her squirming body, dangling her own breasts in Karen's face. Finally, she picked up the gag and began to fasten it in place. By now Karen's eyes pleaded with her, and before the ball went into her mouth, she begged Laura.

"Laura . . . do me hard," she panted, her face contorted with fierce need. "Fuck me, bite me, bite my nipples, whip me, do it hard, don't hold back, please, please Laura, ohhh, oh god I need it I want it now now, do it hard, please!"

And then the ball slipped between her teeth, and Laura fastened the belt on the side of her face. Again she dropped her attention to Karen's strangled breasts, sucking and tormenting Karen's nipples. Karen went wild. Laura knew that if she bit them, as Karen craved, Karen would come. Too soon.

Then Laura had an idea. Karen was so close that only a few blows from the whip would make her come unbelievably. But even more was possible. Quickly, she jumped off the bed and retrieved the goody bag from the closet, opening it as she returned. She sat it beside her on the bed, then picked up the whip again.

With the flat leather pad on the tip of the shaft, she began to toy with Karen's bulging nipples, still wet with Laura's saliva. She tapped each one lightly with it, just to give Karen the joy of anticipation. Then she bent her mouth close again to each breast, sucking each large, bursting bud sharply, making Karen whinny behind the gag with unbearable need.

Now she opened the goody bag and took out the four-pronged device that she and Karen had last used months back. She reached over to the bedstand and got the small bottle of baby oil. Quickly, she oiled the four big dildoes, then lay the device behind her, clearing everything else off the bed, readying it for action, since she knew a horrifically violent fucking was about to occur.

Karen seemed to know it too. Her bound, luscious body writhed and squirmed excitedly as Laura brought the flat tip of the whip back to her breasts. And now she was not so gentle. She snapped each bulging, protruding, shiny nipple twice with the whip, bringing throttled cries from Karen's throat, and a sharp grimace to her face under the gag-mask.

Then, knowing that the slightest thing could make Karen come, she trailed the tip of the whip slowly down Karen's lovely, sleek, heaving belly to her crotch. By now Karen was delirious, quivering, squirming, whimpering uncontrollably. Her entire gorgeous body froze with fear as the leather pad trailed across her distended clit.

Laura gave her a sinister smile, tickling Karen's clit, then her wet, inflamed cuntlips, with it. Then, knowing neither of them could bear any more delay, without warning she raised it and snapped it hard into Karen's gaping, glistening pink pussy. The gag prevented Karen's shrieks from escaping, but Laura could hear them anyway.

Again Laura raised the whip, snapping Karen's open, puckering pussy twice, then raising the tip to her clit, giving it three solid, hard whacks. Karen's delicious, writhing body went into convulsions as she came, cawing and gurgling as a savage orgasm wrenched her. While she was still coming, Laura dropped the whip and quickly grabbed the well-oiled dildo device behind her on the bed.

She slid two of the prongs up into Karen's ass and pussy, then gasped and whimpered involuntarily as the other two penetrated her own body. But now she was ready. She flung herself forward onto Karen's spasming body, ramming her groin into Karen's, fucking them both with all four large prongs, groaning and shuddering herself with the fierce sensations. Her mouth descended on Karen's bursting nipples, sucking and biting them ferociously, and the two of them quickly dissolved into a thrashing, whinnying, delirious mass of climaxing flesh, their linked bodies wracked by wave after wave of almost unbearable rapture.

When it was over, they lay slumped and tangled together, gasping desperately for breath. Karen was still tied and gagged, but Laura quickly had the presence of mind to loosen the clasp of the leather mask, releasing the ball from her mouth. Both of them were still groaning softly, throbbing. Karen's face was slick with tears.

"God . . . now I know why we do this," she croaked softly into Laura's ear.

Slowly, Laura drew back, pulling the monstrous dildoes out of her own body and Karen's. Both of them winced as the huge things came free.

"Me too," Laura whispered. "Shame on us." She winked ruefully at Karen and began to untie her.

While Laura untied her breasts, Karen daubed at her wet face with the edge of the sheet. "Sorry for crying, but you hurt me bad."

But Laura was kissing her breasts even as she untied them, and Karen couldn't help responding.

"Ouch! Ohhh . . . they hurt," she gasped, wincing as Laura's lips drew one large, soft, black nipple into her mouth.

"I want to make them better," Laura purred to her.

Neither one of them could believe what was actually happening, after what they had just been through, particularly after what Laura had put Karen, and Karen's rope-throttled breasts, through. But when they got wound this tight, even an episode of extravagant orgasms sometimes wasn't enough to stop either one.

Even though her breasts and nipples clearly hurt, Karen was aroused again by Laura's mouth on them. Wincing in pain, she also moaned excitedly, begging Laura not to stop.

"Oh god . . . honey oh shit it hurts! But I'm going to come! Please . . . do it keep it up oh yes do it Laura, suck hard! Oh! Unh!"

Laura didn't want to hurt her any more either, but she couldn't stop when Karen was so deliriously eager, twisting and panting almost hysterically as the mixture of pain and pleasure aroused her to the bursting point.

"Angghh! Oh god!" she gasped. "Oh . . . fuck my pussy with your hand, quick, please Laura, do it! Unnghh! Oucchh! Oh god, it hurts too! Fuck me . . . yes, hard! Ungghhh! Oh god . . . now! Unngghiiieeee!"

She came sharply, a buckling, searing orgasm that left her almost breathless, her body arching and shuddering fiercely as spasm after intense spasm shook her. Then she fell back to the bed, again weeping helplessly, and still panting. Laura now enfolded Karen in her arms, kissing her wet cheeks, and purring words of comfort and consolation to her.

"God, I'm a blubbering idiot," Karen finally smiled, as her tears subsided. "Nobody has ever fucked me as hard as you do. Not even those guys."

"Not true," Laura said. "But they never hurt you like I do."

"I know." Karen examined her body. "How can you do that without drawing blood?"

"Mmmmm, we expert torturers are much in demand," Laura teased. "Does it really hurt?" she asked, concerned, now that the sexual firestorm of the moment had passed.

"It hurts like hell," Karen said, wincing as she touched one of her raw nipples. "But when I'm coming . . . god, it's excruciating. Better than anything. But then you know that," she said, darkly, reaching out to caress Laura's body, as yet untouched by pain. "Are you ready? Do you want it?"

Laura shut her eyes, suddenly feeling a fierce uprush of sexual excitement, unmatched even by the feelings of torturing and fucking Karen that she had experienced only minutes ago. This uprush nearly took her breath away. She also had a flash of a thought of Jonelle, as if Jonelle were watching her give her body this way to Karen, letting herself be hurt, even begging for it, in order to forget.

And she was, as always, genuinely afraid. "Don't hurt me bad," she begged. "Just because I did it to you. You wanted me to."

"You want it too," Karen said in a soft voice, her eyes now glittering with menace.

Laura felt her whole body grow soft with a submissive obedience she felt only at these moments, with Karen, a total surrender. She let herself be tied to the bed without the smallest protest, then watched while Karen tied up her breasts with the rope just as elaborately, slowly, and ingeniously, as she had tied Karen's. They bulged and discolored a little, growing pinker, her nipples swelling and protruding, but Karen had learned from experience not to tie them too tightly.

"No matter how many times we do this, it always drives us crazy, doesn't it," Karen said in a low, husky voice. "Look how wet you are."

She ran two fingers up and down the gaping, shiny furrow of Laura's sopping-wet pussy, licking them sensually afterward, her eyes never leaving Laura's.

"I hope you know what I'm going to do to this sweet, beautiful pussy," she said, eyes on fire.

"Oh god!" Laura gulped softly.

Slowly Karen began to fuck Laura's wet pussy with two fingers, in deep, out very slowly, then in deep again. Laura's hips gyrated in rhythm with each penetration, her eyes on Karen's hand.

"I'm going to fuck this pussy, and suck this pussy, and lick this beautiful pussy, and . . . you know the rest."

They both glanced down at the whip, still laying where Laura had dropped it on the bed, as she had grabbed the dildo contraption. An involuntary shiver gripped Laura. Could she stand it again? She had seen the pain in Karen's face. And also the fierce orgasms.

But she had no time to dwell on it. Already Karen was leaning over her, dangling her large, pear-shaped black breasts over Laura's, brushing Laura's distended, swollen nipples with her own bulbous black ones, now raw from Laura's merciless teeth. This always excited them both, and when Karen's mouth dropped to her breasts, Laura began to squirm and whimper.

Karen tongued and sucked them gently at first, but Laura knew it wouldn't last, and soon she could feel the sharp edges of Karen's teeth on her wet, erect, bursting nipples.

"Oh! Ohhhnnn god . . . baby, please!" she moaned to Karen, arching her back, pushing her throbbing nipples up into Karen's increasingly savage mouth.

And now Karen began literally devouring Laura's breasts, squeezing the hard, strangled balls with her fingers and sucking Laura's pulsing nipples deep into her mouth. Laura began to moan and cry out.

"Unnhh . . . oh, owwncchh! Anngghh! Oh . . . Karen, ungghh! Oh ouchhh! Annggghh! Oh god, you're hurting me!"

"Mmmmm, you must be ready for the gag," Karen smiled, a sinister smile.

"Yes," Laura nodded frantically. "Please! Oh baby, fuck me hard!"

"You don't have to worry about that, sweetheart," Karen said, as she pulled the harness into place around Laura's head, and snapped the ball into Laura's mouth.

Now Laura looked down and saw Karen let one of her wet, throbbing nipples slide from her lips to be clamped by her teeth. Karen pulled up on it, biting harder, until Laura's entrapped breast was being pulled up too, and her nipple was stretched tight. Karen caught the distorted ball of Laura's breast both hands and almost swallowed the nipple, sucking it back deep into her mouth, then closing her teeth on it sharply.

Laura screamed with pain, into the gag. Almost immediately, Karen released her throbbing breast and did the same thing to the other one, making Laura rise up off the bed with pain. Then she released it too, sliding down Laura's shuddering body and beginning to feast on Laura's pussy, quickly bringing Laura to the edge of an orgasm, which was not hard, but then pulling up sharply before Laura came.

Now Laura was raw with need and throbbing with pain. She knew the end result would make the difference, but right now the suffering was intense. And Karen was not one to go easy on her, especially after what she had received from Laura only a while earlier. As if through a red haze, she saw the whip in Karen's hand, then watched as the tip of it came down on one of her reddened, swollen, stiff nipples with a hard thwack, making her jump and shriek into the gag in the grip of blinding pain.

Karen followed this with several more blows to the same nipple, and to Laura's other nipple, until Laura was surging up off the bed, yanking at the ropes that held her wrists and ankles, groaning and whimpering at the fiery pain that shot through her breasts with each touch of the whip. But now too she could feel the hot perverted stirrings of the climactic explosion that would finish her off. Beyond the pain was a faint throbbing core of ecstacy that was growing, growing, swelling, throbbing harder.

And through the tears in her eyes she could see Karen insolently trailing the whip's savage tip down her belly to her thighs, tickling them with it, making Laura moan and twist to get away, impossibly. And now it was between her thighs, in her groin, brushing her wet pussy. Oh god oh shit oh Jesus oh god! Laura said over and over to herself, shaking now hysterically as she knew the pain that was still in store for her. And yet she could feel the core of ecstacy--sick, perverted, incredible sexual bliss--still growing, swelling, throbbing.

But nothing could prepare her for the true shock and excruciating pain of the whip against her pussy. It was much worse than the first time, and Karen was holding nothing back. A stabbing, white-hot pain shot through her body as the tip of the whip struck her clit. Once. Twice. Three times, four. And then she exploded in a fierce cataclysm of excruciating coming, groaning and screaming into the gag as her body was wrenched by horrific convulsions of ecstacy.

She came and came, and Karen flung herself onto Laura, sucking and biting her nipples, then eating and hand-fucking her pussy until Laura came again. And just when her aching, sore body seemed to be descending from the high pitch of sensation, she felt the end of the whip lightly kiss her pussylips again. Oh no! she thought, her eyes pleading with Karen to stop. But Karen was smiling, and she brought the whip-end up to Laura's burning clit and tapped it lightly.

"Ommggnhhh!" Laura groaned into the gag.

"I know you're not finished, baby," Karen murmured. "I know it."

"Ungghhmm! Ggnnoohmmm!" Laura shook her head desperately.

She didn't know if she could take any more. But she also had no choice. Karen grimaced, raised the whip, then brought it down savagely onto Laura's swollen cunt again, three, four, five times. Writhing and screaming, Laura exploded in hot, violent coming again, her body thrashing and straining at the ropes as molten honeyfire gushed through her veins.

This time she almost passed out, but when Karen dropped the whip and began fucking her again, she surprised herself by coming two more times, both fierce, wrenching, killing orgasms that left her almost completely destroyed. She was finished, and Karen knew it this time.

Quickly, she untied and ungagged Laura, kissing and caressing and soothing her the way Laura had done to Karen.

"Oh god, you're right," Laura wept softly as they embraced. "We fuck each other too hard. I hurt everywhere. You hurt me."

"I know, I know, baby," Karen murmured contritely, trying to caress Laura without hurting her more.

"My pussy is on fire," Laura said.

"It was on fire a different way a few minutes ago," Karen reminded her.

"I know. How many times did I come?"

"I think five or six. Thought you were gonna pass out."

"Me too. God, my body hurts."

"Sorry, baby. Mine too. Goes with the territory."

This time they didn't even have their customary healing fuck, in which they gently and lovingly brought each other to a final climax, as if to make up for the brutal treatment they had given one another earlier. Instead, they embraced and dozed and stroked each other, but went no further.

"I don't know about you, but I don't think I can come again for weeks," Laura whispered.

"I feel the same way. We did it this time, didn't we."

Laura nodded. "But I'm not sorry."

"I'm not either. But maybe next time we should see if we can still screw the old-fashioned way, you know? Without using anything but our hands and mouths and, you know . . ."

Laura smiled and kissed her. "I know. Good idea."

And in the back of her mind, she was thinking, Fat chance.