Faking It - Games: Tickling out Mars's secrets (LEMON) [Episode 107202]

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General Evil gave a last haul on the rope, and secured it to the railing of her deck. She then turned to admire her new decoration.

Sailor Mars was now dangling from the ceiling, her feet barely touching the ground. A two bamboo spreader bars, one between her wrists and the other between her ankles presented her in a spread eagle position, and offered so many delicious possibilities. The ties around her wrists and ankles might have looked like yarn, but thanks to her magic they would have held a bull elephant. Her prisoner was going nowhere. A pout appeared on her face. It would be no fun without someone else to enjoy the show as well, however. She then smiled. She could fix that.

Extracting a small vaporizer bottle from her cleavage, she expelled a small cloud of fragrant scent under her captives nose. “Wakey, wakey, Sailor slut.” she cooed.

Mars’s eyes twitched, and then opened. She looked up at her bound arms. Her head snapped down and she glared at General Evil. “You won’t get away with this. My friends will be here any second.”

“I’m afraid your friends are busy entertaining some of my lackeys. We’re all alone here. Why don’t we be friends?” she asked, running her hand up on of Mars’s thighs, stopping just short of the junction of her legs.

“What are you doing? Get your hands off me!” Mars shouted.

General Evil’s eyes narrowed, evilly of course, and she hissed. “That is not very friendly, not very friendly at all. I’m afraid I’m going to have to chastise you.”

She slipped her hands around behind Mars, and cupped the bound Sailor’s ass with her hands. A little tug, and their breasts were mashed together as Evil grinned directly into Mars’s face. “Unless, perhaps, you wished to be ‘friendly’,” she suggested.

“Never!”

Evil loosed her grip and backed off, her smile predatory. “Oh, you don’t know how glad I am to hear that,” she said. She placed a finger of Mars’s belly and walked around her, dragging the finger as she went. Mars tried to twist her head to keep an eye on Evil, but the villain planted herself directly behind Mars, her fingers gently stroking the small of her back.

“I am Mars, the senshi of fire,” The dark haired prisoner threatened. “I will burn you to ash if you touch me again. You have no idea of the power you are toying with.”

“and you have no idea what ‘toying’ means, if you think that is what I have been doing, little senshi.” Evil’s hands wondered over Mars’s ass, causing her to wiggle, and then protest in shock, when agile fingers started undoing her skirt.” You can’t do that!”

“Of course I can. You’re my prisoner. Very important that you are searched to see that you are not carrying any concealed weapons”

“Foolish, slut. I don’t need any weapons. My spiritual energy is more than a match for you!” Mars’s shouted, trying to look back over her shoulder as she felt her uniform loosening. “No!” she said when she felt a sudden draft where one should not be.”

“Spiritual energy?” Evil asked, tossing the bottom of Mars’s outfit away while running a hand across her smooth bottom. “You need to be a virgin to use that don’t you?”

“Of course not! All that is needed is a pure heart and a noble soul.”

“And would you retain your pure heart and noble soul if you started begging me to defile you’re sweet body?” Evil asked in a casual tone of voice.

“I would never!” Mars exclaimed in tones that showed not the slightest doubt.

“A challenge! What fun! It will give us something to do while we wait for my lackeys to return with your friends.” Evil said. Her hands slipped around Mars and cupped her breasts, squeezing them slightly before she started to unbutton the captive’s top.

“Stop that. You can’t do that. I’ll burn you!”

Mars’s top joined her bottom on the ground, leaving her clothed only in her sneakers. “You are hot, girl, but not that hot,” General Evil purrs as she licks Mars between her shoulder blades. She slowly dropped to her knees, kissing her way down Mars’s spine till she reached the cleft of her ass. Goose bumps clearly form on the captives skin and she shivered from, even though the room was warm.

Her outstretched legs left Mars vulnerable to assault, and as a good General, Evil was not one to ignore a strategic advantage. A hand sliped between the bound girl’s legs, and Evil cooed in delight as her fingers found the creamy core of her hardheaded foe.

Mars let out a gasp as she felt her foe’s fingers invading her private place. “No,” she gasped. Her face turning red with shame. She knew what the Evil General Evil would find.

“Why, you’re enjoying this! You wicked, girl!” Evil said in a voice layered heavily with shocked sarcasm. She pumped her fingers in and out of Mars’s sopping wet cunt as her captive gasped and writhed and moaned in shame.

“And they call me, Evil, Evil said, letting her fingers slip free and standing up. “Yet, look at this,” she ordered Mars, dragging her wet fingers across the other girl’s lips, and then slipping them inside where a subtle tongue cleaned them. “You really need to be punished for being such a wicked girl.”

“but,” Evil said, putting a thoughtful finger on her chin, “I like wicked girls, so maybe I should reward you?” she moved in close to Mars, her clothed breasts pressing against her captives bare ones. Her hand cups the other girls cunt. “Would you like that, dear heart? Do you want me to reward you?” she asked as she worked a forefinger up into her prisoner and rocked it back and forth.

“N, n, n No!” Mars gasped out, even as she clenched around Evil’s finger.

“What a problem. One end says, no, but the other end seems most certainly to be saying yes. Maybe we should give some other part of you a chance to be the tie breaker.” Evil suggested as she slithers around Mars, her hand still cupping, her finger still pumping. Her other hand wanders over the captive’s ass, and between her cheeks.

Mars gives a strangled gasp as a finger presses into her most secret of secret spots, penetrating right into her core. “Nooooooooooooo!” she moans in protest.

“Houston, we have a tie breaker,” Evil chortled. Her fingers slip free of the two holes and Mars goes limp in her bonds, gasping for breath as Evil retrieved a bottle of Suntan lotion from beside her lounge chair.

Mars was letting out little gasps while rocking her hips slightly when Evil returned to her. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave a soft moan when Evil upended her bottle of lotion, actually deep heat massage oil, and poured it over her breasts.

Dropping the bottle, Evil used both hands to catch the oil before it could run off and be wasted on the ground, She smeared it into Mars’s belly and down her thighs, around her sides and across her ass. Once she’s spread it enough so that there was no danger of it simply running off, she started to massage it into her captive, She started with her small, but well formed breasts, slicking them up and getting them gleaming in the artificial sunlight, making sure to work a good quantity into the girl’s erect nipples.

Evil dropped to her knees once more and started to work the thick layer pooled across Mars’s belly down around her legs, making sure her thumb worked up between her cunt lips and into her tight moistness. Mars moaned above her as Evil felt her hands warming.

Moving around behind her captive, Evil worked on getting her prisoner’s firm ass as shiny as her tiny titties. She again made sure she got lots of lubricant up between Mars’s ass cheeks, and around that little ring of muscle that protected that so delightfully tight little ass.

Mars’s gasps were coming faster, her eyes were closed and her head was slumped as she moved her lower body back against Evil’s hands. She began to pant and her motion became more regular as she humped against the fingers that invaded her secret spots. Her breath suddenly quickened, becoming irregular and desperate sounding, and, Evil pulled her hands away.

“Noooooooooo!” Mars moaned in protest.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back,” Evil said, giving her a stinging slap on the ass.

Mars made no reply, only gasped and moaned in her bonds as the warm oil heated her flesh and tingled between her legs. She clenched her thighs, trying to bring herself to the pleasure that Evil had denied her, and was doing this when her tormentor reappeared wearing nothing except a smile, and twirling a large feather between her fingers.

“Now, then, let us have some fun,” Evil said, as she dragged a deck chair over in front of her victim. Sitting down, she peered at her captive’s sex, the outer lips engorged with arousal and parted to show the moist inner pinkness. The little clit was just peeking out from under its hood, and it was against this that Evil applied the tip of her feather.

A strangled gasp escaped Mars as she twisted in her bonds. With the sill of a fencer, Evil followed her motion, brushing the delicate plumage across Mars’s inner thighs and her sensitive nerve clusters. Teasing, teasing, and denying, were her pleasures, and she followed them with glee as she denied Mars that final release again and again.

“Please, please, please,” Mars gasped, writhing in her bonds and pressing her hips toward Evil.

“Such sweet succulent fruit!” Evil purred. “I can’t wait to see it spread as my Youma has its way with you. Stretching you, opening you wide, splitting you in half. “Where should it start, here?” she stroked across Mars’s lower lips, “Or here?” She asked, arching the tip of the feather so it tickled across the girl’s rectum. “Or maybe both. My Youma is versatile, or maybe my other lacky would help it. Would you like that sweet Mars. Would you like to be violated fore and aft, both your sweet holes spread and filled with pulsing, thrusting, raping, meat.” Evil empathized each word by drawing the feather across Mars’s clit like a violinist playing his instrument. At the last one, the floodgates opened.

“Guuuuuhhhhhhh!” Mars cried out, her throat working, her body shook and juice squirted out of her clenching cunt as she finally came, her orgasm shaking her whole body and leaving her shuddering and gasping in her bonds, a broken version of the proud sailor who had defied Evil in her own lair.

Evil leaned back in her lounge share, and idly ran the soaked feather between her own legs as she stared up at her twisting panting captive. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun. Daddy would be so proud,” she said, laughing maniacally in the best Evil tradition, passed down from her medically inclined father.

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(Posted Sun, 27 Jun 2004 00:02)


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