They stayed at Carmel for two nights and were so exhausted after their initial bed encounter, even Brandi with her magnificent physical stamina, that after it they simply relaxed and enjoyed one another. They slept, walked the shore, ate out, and when they returned to their room they only fucked once before falling asleep. But it was a long, drawn out, exquisite intermingling of their two hungry and beautiful bodies, culminating in a shared orgasm so intense and prolonged that it lasted nearly a full minute, during which each clung to the other gasping and moaning in the grip of a piercing, throttling ecstacy.

It was not until the following afternoon, while they were walking along the beach, that Brandi diffidently, casually, brought up a subject Laura had not thought to mention.

"Did you . . . bring that thingee with you?" she said, off- handedly.

Laura smiled. She had these days taken to keeping her sex toys in a valise, as Karen did, and she had flung it in the trunk of her car just in case.

"What 'thingee' did you have in mind?" she teased.

"You know what I mean," Brandi said, looking away.

"I do believe you're blushing, Ms. Olympia."

Brandi smiled and glanced shyly at Laura, her eyes smoking with lust. "You did bring it."

"You mean that little machine with the four pleasure prongs?" Laura suggested, enjoying the tease. "That we used to fuck ourselves into pervert's paradise last time?"

Brandi gulped, recalling it. "Yes," she whispered.

Now Laura could feel her hot blood running too. "Want to go back to the room?"

"Yes."

God, we're really going to fuck like crazy now, Laura thought. All the rest was just leading up to this. She knew Brandi felt it too. Brandi wouldn't look at her, but she could sense that the girl was pulsing and quivering inside with hot, urgent lust, as Laura was.

They stopped at Laura's car for the valise. Brandi could scarcely take her eyes off it as they went to their room. Inside, they locked the door, and Laura handed the valise to Brandi.

"You want to open it, don't you?"

"Yes," Brandi said, her breath quickening already.

She quickly unzipped the top and emptied the valise onto the bed. The bowed, four-pronged dildo fell out, along with a coil of nylon rope, a red rubber ball gag, a bottle of baby oil, and the thin whip with the leather pad on the end that Laura often used with Karen and had forgotten to remove.

Brandi immediately picked up it. "What's this?"

Laura blushed. "Oh . . . something I . . . I don't know."

"You do too know. It's a whip."

"A . . . small one, I guess."

"Pretty white lady," Brandi said, eyes widening with exaggerated awe, "you be the kinkiest person I ever did know. Who you be whipping? Or do they be awhipping you?"

Playfully, Laura snatched it from Brandi's hand. She waved it in mock menace.

"It'll be you, if you don't watch out," she teased. "You're too strong. I need an equalizer."

Suddenly Brandi's eyes began to smoke again, as they had down on the shore. "You wouldn't touch me with it, would you?" she whispered in a soft, sexually alluring murmur. "Unless I begged you?"

Laura smiled in a menacing way that she knew turned Brandi on. "Only if you beg," she whispered back.

Brandi drew closer. She took Laura in her arms, kissing her romantically, then sexually. "I want you to tie me up and fuck me, like you used to do," she whispered.

"I decare, Ms. Olympia," Laura teased. "Who's the pervert now?"

"Please," Brandi said.

Instead of answering, Laura began to undress her, something she never tired of doing. She took each piece of clothing off slowly, kissing and licking Brandi's rich black smooth skin, exploring the girl's magnificent body in loving detail, finally removing her underwear last and gently pushing Brandi down onto her back on the bed.

"I could fuck you like this," she whispered.

"I know," Brandi panted. "Do it the right way. The way I asked."

"Okay. But what if I get out of control . . . and hurt you?"

"I want you to hurt me," Brandi breathed, eyes throbbing. She grabbed the whip, where Laura had dropped it next to them on the bed. "I want you to use this. Use it the way you use it with your other girlfriend."

Laura was already tying her wrists and ankles to the bedframe. Brandi was spreadeagled, as vulnerable as anyone could be with her kind of strength and muscles. Laura thought her fully capable of breaking the rope, if she wanted to get free. But Brandi did not want to get free.

Long ago she had told Laura that it was an enormous sexual turn-on to her to be completely at Laura's mercy, tied up and mercilessly raped by Laura, so unlike anything else in her life, where people worshipped and admired her incredible strength. If they wanted her, and most of them did, it was to have her fuck them, as she fucked Laura, who also wanted it, powerfully and hard, a forceful, even brutal sexual domination resulting in a wild, hot flowering of orgasms. Even her husband would not fuck her hard for fear of her phenomenal strength.

Only Laura would give in to her needs, and also she could trust no one else but Laura. So now she began to quiver and moan softly with excitement even before Laura had finished tying her up.

"Oh, you don't want that," Laura said softly. "She's a real . . . you know, masochist. It's actually her whip. She leaves it with me so she won't be tempted to offer it to anyone else."

Brandi was fascinated. "When you whip her . . . she comes?"

Laura nodded. "Violently."

By this time Laura had Brandi's arms and legs immobilized. Now she was wrapping coils of rope around Brandi's chest, crisscrossing her small breasts so that they bulged, the thick black nipples flaring. Next she dipped the rope between Brandi's huge thighs, into her crotch, squeezing her pussy between two strands, running them both up her asscrack, then circling them several times around her small waist. Now Brandi was beginning to be uncomfortable.

"Is it too tight?" Laura asked.

"I want it tight," Brandi gasped, her eyes burning.

"I want to lick your clit," Laura whispered. "You can't see it, but it's swollen and protruding from its little hood because I have your pussy pinched between the rope strands."

"If you lick it I'll come," Brandi panted.

Now Laura began to remove her own clothes, doing it slowly and tantalizingly for Brandi's enjoyment.

"Did you ever let her . . . whip you?" Brandi asked.

Laura nodded slowly.

"Did you come?"

Laura kept nodding.

"Violently?"

Laura nodded faster. "Shockingly," she said. ""I guess because it's so sick and perverted."

"Where did you whip each other?" Brandi asked.

Laura was just removing her bra. She cupped her own breasts in both hands and brushed her thick madder-brown nipples with her forefingers, looking at Brandi from beneath her long lashes.

"There?"

Laura nodded. Then she removed her panties and ran one forefinger elaborately up and down the crease of her pussy, which was very warm and wet. Her finger came away glistening.

"There too?" Brandi gasped, incredulous.

Slowly Laura nodded.

Brandi swallowed. "God, doesn't it hurt?"

"Yes," Laura replied evenly. "Afterward, it hurts."

Brandi bit her lower lip. "If you do it to me, you have to promise not to hold anything back. I didn't hold anything back for you."

"I know. My pussy still aches."

Brandi's eyes rolled up. She was already twisting and squirming, wildly horny. "Are you going to whip me, or use the thingee?"

Laura looked at her solemnly. "What do you want?"

Brandi bit her lower lip again. "Both."

Without speaking, Laura reached down and grabbed the red rubber ball gag. Brandi began shaking as she fastened it in place. The sight of this incredibly strong woman quivering with fear under her aroused Laura wildly.

"I'm only giving you what you want, darling," she whispered to Brandi when the gag was finally tight and secure. "Are you still sure you want it?"

Brandi, eyes wide and burning, nodded vigorously, and made frantic whimpering noises. Laura picked up the whip, but she was unable to begin without tasting both Brandi's nipples and her pussy, before she began to abuse them. She bent down and began to lick the girl's swollen, glossy black nipples, and Brandi went wild, squirming, whimpering hysterically.

Then, unable to resist, Laura dipped her head quickly into the girl's exposed, vulnerable groin, and licked the distended berry of Brandi's clit with a long, sensual stroke of her tongue. Again Brandi went wild, keening and flexing, her amazing body bulging everywhere with huge strips and bulbs of fantastic hard muscle.

Finally, Laura was ready to give her what she asked for. But when she grabbed the small whip again, she found she couldn't continue.

"God, honey, do you realize how sick this really is?" she asked Brandi. "If I go through with this I'll hate myself. You'll hate me."

Brandi shook her head wildly, consumed by sexual need. But Laura bent forward and loosened the straps that held the gag in place. The red ball popped out of Brandi's mouth.

"Laura, do it!" she begged. "I can take it. Really. I'm used to pain. I'm almost coming already. If you just do it a few times, I'll come. I know it."

"How do you know you can stand it?" Laura asked.

"You did. You came . . . violently, you said. True?"

Laura looked down. "Yes."

"Was it worth it?"

Now Laura bit her own lower lip. She couldn't lie. "Yes."

Brandi's dark eyes watered, but she said nothing. Finally, she looked down at the gag in Laura's hand. Slowly, Laura refastened it in place. Brandi's eyes shut briefly. She knew it was coming now. There would be no turning back a second time.

But she didn't know how skillfully Laura would tease her. Laura remembered how to do it. She had learned with Karen, and she began with Brandi's rope-strangled breasts, teasing the bursting nipples with the leather pad on the end of the whip. First she stroked them gently with them, but soon began tapping each one with the whip.

Finally, when Brandi was in total suspense, Laura gave one beautiful shiny black nipple a fierce snap with the whip.

"Awwonngg!" Brandi groaned, her whole body clenching in shock and pain.

She looked up at Laura through a blur of tears. Laura quickly snapped Brandi's other nipple the same way.

"Unnghh!"

Having gone through this herself, she knew Brandi had no idea what was really in store. She picked up the tempo and in seconds was whipping Brandi's small, beautiful, rope-strangled breasts and nipples heatedly, bringing throttled cries of dismay and pain from Brandi's throat. And now Laura heightened the threat by sliding the tip of the whip down Brandi's heaving, rippling, washboard stomach to the black shiny fringe of her pubic hair.

"Oh yes . . . oh yes," she repeated, panting softly herself from the excitement, the hot blood pounding through her body. "Oh yes, you wanted it . . . darling. You wanted it."

The tip of the whip slid over Brandi's mound, the leather pad on the end brushing her exposed, swollen clit for the first time. Brandi whimpered with terror. Again her incredible body clenched and writhed.

Laura could hardly believe the excitement. This spectacularly strong, beautiful woman was totally in her power, writhing and flexing, her magnificent body shining and glossy with a thin film of sweat, her eyes stricken with a mixture of fear and amazing sexual arousal. Laura tapped Brandi's clit once, then twice with the pad on the end of the rod. Brandi's hips quivered visibly, and she gasped, her sighs strangled by the red ball in her mouth.

Now Laura teased her. She tickled the insides of Brandi's huge, incredible thighs with the whip. These thighs that send me to paradise, she thought, feeling her heart accelerate as she caressed them with the whip. Brandi went crazy. Her muscular body surged and clenched as she fought the ropes that held her to the bed. Her strangled sighs became urgent, guttural groans, caught in her chest.

God, she's really going to fuck me hard the next time she does it, Laura realized. She's going to get even. She's going to fuck me to death.

But for now it was Laura in the driver's seat. She slithered one corner of the leather pad into the inflamed open wet crease of Brandi's oozing cunt, sawing it up and down, watching the girl's tormented body arch and quiver, her muscles rippling hard, her veins bulging in her arms and neck. Slowly, Laura drew the pad out of Brandi's pussy and up over the protruding bud of her engorged clit. Brandi moaned in a kind of delicious agony, her eyes imploring Laura, begging her.

"You want it, don't you, Ms. Olympia," Laura purred to her, running her fingertips over Brandi's fantastically hard body, tweaking Brandi's nipples between her middle and forefinger, twisting them, and rubbing the pad on the end of the shaft more roughly over Brandi's clit.

Brandi nodded wildly, her whole body contorted with need.

"You really want it, don't you," Laura purred.

"Mnnggmmpff!" Brandi grunted through the gag, desperately nodding her head. "Unngghmmppff!"

And now Laura brought Brandi to the brink of an orgasm three times before finally delivering it. She knew Brandi was so overwrought that the slightest miscalculation would make her come. And so she very delicately tickled the girl's clit with the whip end until Brandi was arched up off the mattress, quivering frantically, trying to come but unable to without the final strokes Laura withheld.

She did it again, then a third time. After this it was very clear that Brandi was a total wreck, her trussed body completely in Laura's power. She was truly as vulnerable as she wanted to be in these moments, totally helpless, tears streaking her cheeks, her body trembling in the uncontrollable grip of a sexual delirium so intense that she was nearly fainting with need.

Laura knew they were both ready. The tension was nearly unbearable. Brandi's pussy was inflamed and slick with juice, a succulent magenta flower, her clit swollen and exposed. Laura brought the whip up, then snapped the leather pad down directly on Brandi's clit, hard.

Brandi groaned. Her fantastic body seized up. Laura snapped her clit a second time, even harder. Then a third time, a vicious snap, hardest of all. In a sudden explosion, Brandi came . . . violently.

They had shared many sexual moments, but Laura had never seen Brandi come so hard. Fluid even squirted from her cunt as she writhed and shuddered in wrenching convulsions, moaning and sobbing, then shuddering again as a fresh spasm shook her. The sight of her magnificent body in the throes of a total ecstacy was very erotic to Laura, who quickly realized that much more was possible.

She dropped the whip while Brandi was still groaning and coming, and snatched up the four-pronged dildo, quickly slathering it with babyoil and inserting two of the prongs into her own body while she watched Brandi flex and shudder through her last dying spasm of total rapture.

Then, while Brandi was slack with bliss, throbbing and groaning in the aftermath of a horrific ecstacy, Laura hovered over her and inserted the other two prongs into Brandi's ass and pussy. Brandi's eyes sprang open, and she stared deeply into Laura's realizing immediately what was happening.

"Awwoonnggg!" she groaned as she felt the two monstrous rubber cocks penetrate her.

Laura was consumed by fierce, urgent lust and didn't fuck Brandi gently or tenderly. She thrusted her hips sharply, feeling the two dildoes pierce her own body and jabbing them deeply into Brandi's. They both went briefly insane in a wild fuck-frenzy, their pelvises churning, their naked bodies slapping together.

Their wild, hysterical cries filled the room, and the bed creaked and shook as they both began to come after only a few frantic thrusts. Again Brandi's powerful body arched and quivered, and this time Laura too was wrenched by hot, thrilling spasms, coming in a huge, exultant burst of exploding bliss, her face buried in Brandi's neck as she whimpered and moaned.

"Ungghh! Ohnngghhh! Oh . . . god Brandi! Ungghhh! Oh!"

Finally she came to her senses, lying on top of Brandi's slack body, hearing the girl fight for breath through the cruel gag. Weakly she lifted her fingers to the buckles at the side of Brandi's head and loosened them. The ball popped out of Brandi's mouth and she took a few desperate breaths.

Then she frenched kissed Laura's ear, following her tongue with a whisper. "Pretty white lady," she gasped, "you certainly do know how to fuck. Would you please untie me before I ask you to do it again?"

Laura had been completely destroyed by this conflagration, and she had to drag herself up to untie Brandi. But she was astonished to find that Brandi really meant it; she had phenomenal stamina and when the ropes were gone she pulled Laura back down with her on the bed.

"Just a minute, you," she teased. "You don't think I'm going to let you get away without paying you back for that, do you?"

"God, Brandi, I can't lift a finger," Laura said, wilted with fatigue. "I know you want to fuck me hard . . . for what I did to you. But---"

"Are you kidding, hon? My pussy's on fire, and I don't mean from lust. You hit hard with that thing."

She picked up the whip and ran her finger along the shaft, all the way down to the small leather pad on the end that had inflicted all the damage.

"Can't believe I let you do that," she said softly.

"Let me? You begged me?"

"I know." Brandi's dark eyes twinkled. "Violently," she said, quoting Laura. "I didn't believe you."

"You do now?"

Slowly Brandi nodded, as if in awe. "We are dangerous for each other."

"We've said that before," Laura said. "And yet, here we are again."

"You came all over the sheet," Laura said, running her finger across the large wet spot where Brandi had ejaculated. "I think it's the first time I ever really saw a woman come . . . real stuff. You know?"

"I had a guy once tell me he got it in the face. It's only happened a few times, when I get really excited." She looked down, 'blushing'. "It happened to me about three months ago when I was . . . doing it to myself, thinking of you. It just gushed all out over my fingers. I tried to believe you were swallowing it."

"Let's see if we can make you come again," Laura said. "Unless you want to rape me now, for what I did to you."

Brandi pushed Laura onto her back and kissed her. "And when my pussy stops burning, I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to wish I never came here with you."

Now Laura kissed her back. "You know that could never be true."

In fact, they didn't wait very long. Before the hour was up, they were entangled again, this time pussy to pussy, fucking exuberantly, devouring each other as excitedly as ever. And after another conflagration of coming, Brandi was on top again, fucking Laura with her thigh again, fucking her hard, a merciless, pussy- crushing fuck that had Laura screaming into a pillow as she came unbelievably.

By the end of their two-day idyll, both had lost count. They were drained, wasted, totally destroyed from hours and hours of the steamiest fucking they had ever shared, which was saying a lot.

"I may not be horny until the next time I see you," Laura sighed. "I've never been fucked so much."

She wondered if it were true. On the other hand, it was impossible to doubt Brandi.

"I've spent my adult life working out, pretty white lady," she smiled. "Not screwing. Nobody ever screwed me as much as you do."

They were getting ready to leave, packing, cleaning up. Laura paused and walked over to Brandi, putting her arms around her, kissing her tenderly.

"I hope you don't regret it," she murmured against Brandi's lips.

"I regret that we didn't fuck twice that much," Brandi smiled, kissing her back.

Laura dropped Brandi at the airport on her way back, and they parted in the bittersweet knowledge that if they spent any more time together, each one would wind up in a wheelchair. Ruefully, they kissed briefly, hoping no one saw them, and promised to connect this time before yet another year--and another Ms. Olympia contest--had passed.