They slept, awoke, ate a little, and slept again. It was morning when they finally awoke again.

"How long can you stay?" Laura asked her, realizing that last night's frenzied and lengthy bout of heated fucking had left them little time to really talk.

"Three days," Brandi smiled. "Or until one of us enters the hospital, whichever comes first," she teased. "I can't seem to get you to leave my poor sore little black pussy alone, pretty white lady."

Laura kissed her sensually, both of them warm and drowsy and naked under the sheets. "It makes me wet to hear you talk that way," she murmured. "Are you really sore?"

"Girl, I never have enough orgasms to count except when I'm with you. Last night I had thirty-one. My pussy feels like the army got to it. Maybe you should show me around San Francisco today instead of fucking me to death."

Laura smiled. Her own pussy was a little sore. "Okay," she said.

They spent a good part of the day touring the sights. But as soon as they got inside Laura's apartment, things quickly turned steamy again. Brandi had shot Laura a searing glance even as they were riding up in the elevator. And Laura knew what she was feeling.

They had not touched one another since that morning, and had taken extra care not to seem sexually involved during the day, since they drew a lot of attention anyway, both being drop-dead beautiful, and Brandi having such a spectacular body. But as soon as Laura closed and bolted the door, Brandi embraced her, eyes smoking, throbbing with sexual hunger.

"You're turning into a little tramp, aren't you," Laura teased.

"I want the rope," Brandi whispered, as if too ashamed to say it out loud.

The word shocked both of them, hanging there in the air like a threat. Laura didn't even smile. She kissed Brandi deeply, with slow, profound emotion.

"Deep down, I see, Ms. Olympia is a pervert," she whispered. "Why would you want to do that?"

Brandi stared deep into Laura's eyes. "Laura, every bit of my life is given over to being perfect. I have phenomenal self- discipline, and determination. I eat right, and train right, and behave very well to my husband, and my colleagues." She gulped, and looked away briefly, her eyes watering.

Laura kissed her cheek, but Brandi pulled back, not finished.

"When you tied me up, and . . . did that to me, I discovered a part of myself I didn't know was there. I realized that I could surrender completely . . . to you. I never have to anyone else." Now two big tears rolled down Brandi's cheeks. "It's so important to me. I flew out here," she gulped again, "to give myself to you. Please do it."

Laura smiled gently at her. "How could I refuse?"

"You will?"

Laura nodded. It was dangerous business, but both of them could feel the electricity in the air. Laura's mind was also quickly racing to Karen's goody bag, and the wild four-pronged dildo she and Karen had used at their last meeting. She knew how much it would enhance things, but it would be doubly awkward to ask Brandi to wait while she borrowed it, and to borrow it from Karen, who would want to know why.

"Do you suppose you could wait about a half hour, while I run a quick errand?" she asked Brandi.

Brandi's face fell. "I never thought I'd be this horny for another girl," she said ruefully.

"I won't take me long," Laura smiled. "And when I get back, you'll get what you came for."

"I came for more than that," Brandi said, seriously.

"I know. I mean . . . the surrender part. You know."

Brandi nodded. Laura slipped again into her coat and dashed downstairs to her car. She stopped at the corner convenience store to use the phone, not wanting to surprise Karen in the arms of one of her other lovers.

"I want to borrow something," she whispered into the phone.

"What?"

"The four dildo thingee."

"You slut," Karen said, jealousy mingled with mirth in her voice. "Who's the lucky girl? I hope you don't want to stick that thing into that poor little teenager with the beautiful ass."

"Just say yes or no."

"Only on one condition. Next time, you have to do me double hard. No, triple."

"Honey, I can't do you any harder than I already do."

"You have to try, all right?"

"All right."

She drove to Karen's apartment. Karen met her at the door, with the "dildo thingee" wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.

"Do you think your friend would object to a little . . . you know, third party fun? I'm free for another hour or two."

"Karen, what we have works precisely because we don't do that," Laura said. "You know that. We tried it, with Rina, with Chanitra. It complicates things."

"I know," Karen shrugged. "I'm just jealous."

Laura kissed her. "Next week. I promise. We'll pull out all the stops."

She realized, driving back to her apartment, that the encounter with Karen, coupled with her anticipation of what was about to happen in bed with Brandi, had made her sopping wet. Her panties were soaked with her own juices. God, who's the slut? she said to herself.

Brandi had taken a bath while she was gone and was dressed only in one of Laura's fluffy white bathrobes, looking wildly fetching. Because her body was so singular, one tended not to notice her beautiful face, but Laura's breath caught in her throat when she saw her.

"God, Brandi, you're beautiful, you're so beautiful," she said.

Brandi just smiled. "More than a few muscles, eh?"

"And you smell so good, and your skin is so soft and smooth. I want you. I want to eat you alive."

"Mmmmm, pretty white lady, I thought I'd die 'till you got back."

"Thirty-one orgasms yesterday, and not even one yet today, right? You're burning for it, right?"

"You turnin' me into a sex fiend, you little evil white bitch," Brandi smiled, after they kissed heatedly. "What's in the bag? Is that what your 'errand' was about?"

"You'll find out," Laura said, with mock smugness, beckoning her toward the bedroom. "That is, if you want to."

Brandi took a deep breath, and her eyes rolled up briefly under her eyelids as she tried to contain her obvious sexual excitement. "I want to," she breathed, following Laura.

Laura placed the bag on a chair and pulled the long rope from under the bed. Slowly, Brandi untied the sash of the bathrobe, looking at the rope coils dangling from Laura's hand. Brandi's sleek, gleaming, spectacularly muscled body came gradually into view as she removed the robe slowly for Laura's enjoyment.

"You're sure you want to do this?" Laura asked.

Brandi nodded. "I want you to take your clothes off too. In fact, I want to take them off."

Laura lay the coiled rope on the bed and submitted to being undressed by Brandi, who did it very slowly and sensually, kissing Laura's shoulders and back, caressing her body as she removed her bra, cupping Laura's breasts in her hands.

"They're so gorgeous," she murmured. "Mine were about this size once."

Laura was wildly excited, but she drew back. "We have another agenda," she reminded Brandi, who looked contrite.

"I know."

She sat on the bed while Laura looped the rope around her wrists and knotted it.

"Lie back," Laura said.

Obediently, Brandi stretched out on her back, hands over her head, while Laura tied her wrists to the upper right bedpost. Then she tied each of the girl's ankles to the two corners of the bedframe at the foot. Now Brandi was immobilized, and Laura could see the incipient terror in her eyes.

Her fantastic body was unnaturally stretched, her muscles bulging, her skin gleaming, her dark eyes throbbing. Laura, even though her own hot blood pounded with sharp lust, went very slowly, knowing how it would excite them both to the very limits of their need for each other.

She looped several coils of rope loosely under and over Brandi's body, but then stopped before tying up her small, hard breasts. She stopped to kiss them, and fondle them, and to caress the fantastic hard ridges of smooth muscle in Brandi's stomach.

"I can't believe you're actually letting me do this," she said. "Your body is so fantastic."

"Oh! Oh god . . . please!" Brandi whimpered, already aroused to a frantic state. "Ohhhhh . . . Laura!"

But Laura was not to be rushed. She moved her mouth back to Brandi's breasts, lavishing attention on each one, licking and sucking and pinching each swollen, bulging black nipple until Brandi moaned.

"I can't believe the way you love them," she panted, twisting, gulping for breath as Laura sucked each nipple deep into her warm, wet mouth. "Mike doesn't love them like you do."

"Mike is a fool," Laura breathed.

When both of Brandi's nipples were stiff and pointing and wet with her saliva, Laura began to wrap coils of rope around the girl's small breasts, bunching them up into hard little balls. Brandi's nipples protruded even more, popping and shiny. Laura was very careful not to make the rope too tight, not to cut off the sensation. She kept teasing Brandi's succulent nipples with her tongue to make sure Brandi could still feel it.

"Unh! Oh! Unhh!" Brandi panted, writhing and mewling softly, her gorgeous strong body flexing under Laura's clever mouth and hands.

"You want to come, don't you, darling," Laura purred to her. "But you're not going to come for a long time, I can promise you that. Not for a long time."

"Ohhhhhh!" Brandi moaned, looking down as Laura continued to wrap her splendid body in coils of rope.

Laura crisscrossed the rope behind Brandi's back and crossed it over her rippling stomach, looping it tightly several times around her narrow waist, then drew the strands down through Brandi's crotch. Now she spent a long time lovingly tying each superlative strong glossy thigh, the thighs that had made her die of coming, the thighs Brandi used to fuck her, Laura, into wild paroxysms of unspeakable bliss.

She kissed them and stroked them and pulled the rope tight, hearing Brandi gasp, feeling her quiver.

"I love these thighs," she murmured, kissing each one. "I love you to fuck me with these thighs."

"Oh god!" Brandi sighed, her body flexing and twisting. "Oh god! Hurry . . . oh Laura, you're so mean. Hurry. Do it to me, please! Ohhhh . . . please!"

But Laura would not be rushed. There was plenty of rope, and she wrapped Brandi's incredible thighs tightly in it, watching the muscles and the glossy black skin bulging throught the tight strands. She kissed the exposed parts, bringing her mouth closer and closer to Brandi's puffy, glistening, black-lipped pussy, which was swollen and distended from being squeezed on each side by strands of rope.

"Oh what a beautiful pussy," she said to Brandi, touching it with her fingers, admiring its perfect shape. "You could win a prize for this too, you know."

"And you could win one for Top Torturer," Brandi gasped, squirming as Laura began to lick her cuntlips. "Unh! Oh! Oh god . . . Laura! Unhhh!"

For the next five minutes Laura lavished her attention on Brandi's beautiful pussy, tonguing and sucking it, slithering her tongue deep inside. She had developed this sort of torment into an art, as Brandi had acknowledged, and she exercised every bit of her skill, toying with Brandi's exquisite vagina until Brandi was almost out of control.

"Oh god . . . oh . . . Jesus unhhh Laura oh . . . unhh!" she panted, squirming, her fantastic muscles flexing, her hips gyrating slowly as she pushed her pussy up into Laura's mouth.

Laura brought her right to the edge of a climax one last time before leaving Brandi's pussy and kissing her way back up the girl's incredible, glossy body, sucking her nipples, then kissing her mouth with searing passion.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" she murmured, teasing Brandi. "You want me to fuck you hard. You want me to fuck you the way nobody can fuck you but me."

"Yes! Ohhhhh . . . oh yes," Brandi whimpered, her face torn with need, her eyes hot and dangerous.

"And you want me to gag you so nobody can hear you scream."

"Oh god, yes!"

Laura knew how the gag upset and aroused Brandi even more than the rope, so she made a slow, special ritual out of fastening it in place. She even dragged the ugly, menacing harness over Brandi's strangled, bulging breasts, caressing them with the leather straps and open buckle.

"You're going to scream so loud," she whispered to Brandi.

"Ohhhnnnn!"

"Now open your mouth wide. I'm going to stick the ball in it, there we go."

"Ummpgghphff!" Brandi grunted softly, tears filling her eyes.

Laura realized that even winning the Ms. Olympia contest wasn't as intense as this for Brandi. She was shaking, straining at the ropes at the same time, her cheeks slick with tears, her dark eyes pulsing with terror and scintillating sexual excitement.

Now Laura went to the bedstand and took out the small plastic bottle of baby oil she kept there. Brandi's eyes widened. Carefully at first, then more roughly, she lubricated Brandi's asshole with it, sliding her forefinger way up into Brandi, whose body stiffened and jerked, her phenomenal buns tightening into amazing hard balls.

Next Laura did the same to her own asshole, watching Brandi's eyes as she clearly began to understand that something new was going to happen, something wildly exciting. Sliding her finger into her own ass aroused Laura, and she bit her lower lip while her body writhed temptingly for Brandi, gripped by sharp sexual spasms.

"Oh god, baby, you and I are going to explode," she murmured to Brandi.

Finally, she went to the bag she had brought home from Karen's, pulling out the monstrous thing with the four protruding dildoes. She brought it back to the bed and also lubricated the outer dildoes with the baby oil. Now Brandi knew what was going to happen, and she squirmed and whimpered excitedly as Laura slid a pillow under her ass to elevate it slightly.

The device was bowed in the center, with a spring-like flexibility that would allow it to push back against two women fucking one another with it. Without delay, Laura pushed the tip of the oiled dildo on Brandi's side of the device between Brandi's hard buns, then into her ass.

"Ummpgghhphh!" Brandi groaned, shutting her eyes in pain as the huge thing invaded her tight rectum.

The dildo that slid into her cunt was longer than the back one, and both of them penetrated Brandi's groin easily, since her cunt was so wet and her ass lubricated by the baby oil. Shaking with sexual excitement, Laura guided the other two into her own ass and pussy, gagging with lust as they both slid into her.

Oh shit, she thought, her body crammed to the splitting point by the huge shafts. She knew Brandi was feeling the same thing. Slowly, Laura began to fuck her, moving her groin deliberately in a front and back motion, feeling the dildoes probe her own body, knowing they were fucking Brandi in the same way. Both of them quickly went wild, frantic with hot, perverted sexual need.

Laura was on top and she fucked Brandi hard, being fucked hard herself in return by the device, feeling the two shafts rip into her, plunging deep. She groaned and whimpered, hearing Brandi's sharp cries blocked by the ball in the girl's mouth. And Brandi was strong, even though tied up. Her pelvis thrusted back up into Laura's thrusts, driving the dildoes deep into Laura, as Laura drove them deep into her. Both girls squirmed and writhed together, fucking wildly.

Even in the midst of this wild thrashing and groaning, Laura briefly wondered if she had ever participated in a more frenzied sexual encounter. She and Karen had had some savage fucks, and she also had done some rough stuff with Barbara, but nothing seemed to top this depraved, animalistic, wanton sexual ferocity. She was unable to keep her mouth from Brandi's small, strangled, hard, bulging breasts and shiny, popping nipples, tearing at them with her lips, then biting them as she and Brandi fucked each other into a fierce oblivion of coming.

Brandi, who was already frantically aroused even when Laura was still tying her up, came first, a straining, piercing, clenching orgasm that had her shrieking uncontrollably into the gag, her gleaming, sharply-muscled body shuddering and arching as waves of intense spasms wrenched her.

And while she was still locked in the fierce rapture of her orgasm, Laura too came, rocked in staccato fashion by sharp, almost painful jolts that pierced her flesh with white-hot pleasure.

"Aungghh! Ungh! Oh . . . ohhhh! Unganngg! Ohnggmnngg!" she grunted as each spasm jolted her. "Ohhngg shit! Auungghhhh! Oh! Oh god!" she whimpered, totally undone by the violence of her climax, falling forward onto the still moaning and writhing Brandi.

It was a long time before either of them recovered enough to disentangle their bodies, and Brandi could do nothing but wait for Laura. Finally, Laura pulled herself off the device, then slowly removed it from Brandi's ass and pussy, watching the girl wince as it came free. Next she quickly unbuckled the gag, then turned to the knots, freeing Brandi entirely in about a minute.

Both seemed stunned by the experience, shocked both by the power of their shared orgasms and by the depth of their depravity. They embraced face to face, kissing emotionally, before either dared to speak. And when they did, it was because both were again shocked that this horrific explosion hadn't slaked their lust.

"I still want you, I still want you, I can't believe it," Brandi murmured softly as Laura began slowly kissing her marks and weals, left by the rope. "Nothing is ever enough with you."

"I know, I want you too, I want you and your incredible body," Laura whispered, kissing her everywhere.

Slowly and tenderly this time, in contrast to the fierce orgasmic collision they had just shared, they coiled together, making love, moaning softly to each other, turning, exploring, until they ended up in a sixty-nine position. Five minutes later they were coming together again, this time a long, aching, rapturous shared orgasm that left both of them weak and shaking, even Brandi.

As the spasms waned, they embraced again, trembling more from deep shared emotions than fatigue and sexual exhaustion. Brandi's eyes were wet.

"Some part of me knew it was a mistake to come," she murmured. "But I couldn't help it. I had to see you."

"It wasn't a mistake."

"Oh yes it was. You and I almost burn each other up, like two worlds colliding, you know?"

Laura nodded. She knew that Brandi had one more day to stay. They might put each other in the hospital, the way things were going. And yet, she was afraid Brandi might decide, after this, to go back a day early.

"Look," she said, "you owe it to yourself. You worked hard to get where you are. You have a right to share these three days with me. I'm . . . only sorry if I hurt you."

She kissed the marks under Brandi's breasts. Her mouth quickly ascended to one of Brandi's nipples, then the other, and in only a minute or so she had Brandi writhing and moaning under her again.

"God, Laura," she panted. "You don't play fair. Unh! Oh! They hurt, but you make them feel so good. Ohhnnnn . . . oh yes!"

"You like that?" Laura teased, sliding down again to Brandi's pussy and tickling the girl's clit with her tongue.

"Ohhhh god . . . yes yes yesssss!"

Brandi came three more times before Laura let up. Then, as if in gratitude, she gave Laura what Laura craved. She raped Laura again with the Ms. Olympia thigh, bringing Laura into a screaming hysteria of coming that left her drained and nearly destroyed. This time she didn't faint but felt so weak afterward that all she could do was sleep.

The two of them slept like rocks through the night. But in the morning, when Brandi tried to leave, as Laura had feared, Laura made love to her with a feverish intensity that equaled anything they had done so far, bringing five jolting orgasms from Brandi's rested body before easing up. And again Brandi delivered a brutal thigh-rape, this time again causing Laura to faint in the middle of an excruciating orgasm.

Brandi could not tear herself away. The spent the remainder of the day in bed, and by nightfall could barely lift a finger.

"Fucking all day with you is harder than working out, pretty white lady," Brandi grinned at the end of the day, when they were cooking dinner together.

"Too bad they don't give awards out for being great in bed," Laura said. "We'd win hands down."

"I can tell you one thing," Brandi said, solemnly. "I never dreamed sex could be like this." She kissed Laura. "Really. I've had enough climaxes to last me all year."

"Until the next time you see me," Laura joked.

"That's true," Brandi said, still solemn.

They eased up after dinner, relaxing and enjoying each other without sex for a change. But during the night, as if fearing the morning and what it would bring, they awoke and fucked heatedly in the dark, both experiencing sharp, almost painful orgasms.

In the morning Brandi took a cab to the airport, since they both feared letting their feelings for one another show in public. Instead, they cried and embraced in Laura's apartment.

"You know, last time I promised myself I'd never see you again," Brandi said. "Too dangerous. I just want you to know, pretty white lady, that I'm not doing it this time. I'll be calling."

"I know you did," Laura said. "Pretty black lady." She winked. "But I have something for you no one else has."

"You telling me, honey. You take care of it for me, hear?"

Brandi winked back, then turned and vanished down the hall, down the elevator, into a cab, and away from Laura.