"What?"
Ekaterina cupped her cheek.
"Kiss it."
"Your-" She hesitated, glancing at her chest.
"If you can, then I won't punish you."
Hana ignored the pattern Ekaterina traced around the pink border of her areola, where those tiny bumps that adorned hers had yet to appear.
"Katja-sama, I don't mean to sound disrespectful, but-"
Ekaterina raised on her knees and brought her breast before her mouth.
"But?"
Hana pulled back in a rush. Her heavy breathing seemed now more than ever to be pouring tension between them.
"You don't trust me, Hana."
The plain statement fell on her shoulders. It was not a matter of mistrust, Ekaterina could not possibly believe that. She might even feel insulted if it wasn't for the fact that a part of it was true, but it wasn't her Queen she did not trust, rather her own greediness. Surely, her Mistress must have known that. Surely, she must have meant that.
Hana bowed her head to avoid Ekaterina's inquiring eyes and took deep, steady breaths to calm her heart and kill her desire. Like water poured on hot rocks, the scent of Ekaterina's excitement wafted and assaulted her nose.
"Is it inappropriate for you to be wanting me?"
Wanting, this restless urge was the reason behind great achievements. However, in Hana's case, it also led to greater wrongs whose consequences she was well-informed about. Familiar, even.
"Look at me."
Hana tilted her head up and Ekaterina contemplated her watery eyes, her chapped lips and her reddened cheeks.
"You are desperate."
To Hana, those whispered words sounded warm and surprised, but the Qwaser's wintry expression as she placed her hands on both sides of her face told a different story. Ekaterina guided her gently to her chest.
"Here, I'll help you out."
Hana gasped when her arms stretched and her muscles stiffened from her shoulders up to her neck. She retracted her hands to cancel out the pressure applied on them, but regretted it when she comprehended that by doing so there were two of them pulling at her neckband.
"Katja-sama, what are you doing?" She asked with a cautious smile.
"Proving that you can trust me."
Hana gritted her teeth as the collar rang around her neck tightly.
"After all, look at me," Ekaterina continued, her fingers trembling with forcefulness. "Trying my best to help you succeed. You appreciate my effort, don't you, Hana?"
Staring at her partner with terror, Hana understood she was never meant to reach what was just a lick away, visibly hardened for her eyes. In no way she could seize it, the smallest innocent bud will remain untouched. This game where her arms and her neck were two ends of a balance scale was her punishment. It appalled her how she easily surrendered where she once picked up fights.
At the first choking sounds issuing from her lips, Ekaterina relinquished her grip and allowed her to gather air. It didn't feel quite enough when she grasped her nape and jerked her forward a second time.
"Katja."
"Hush, Hana," Ekaterina reassured her. "Save your breath."
The Qwaser glided a hand between Hana's legs and began to fondle her sex with light strokes. Rubbing against the length of her swollen lips, she closed in around her inner folds, teasing at the moistened flesh to increase her arousal and explore the familiar territory not even Hana was permitted to take anymore. The kindness of her touch felt like a contradiction to the brutal work on Hana's neck.
Too soon she was lacking oxygen, too soon. Her heart pumped blood to her brain and the intense pressure made tears overflow. Ekaterina's words emerged from her memory, "Your body is always ready to betray you." She was right, her Mistress was always right because, whilst she felt her eyes rolling back as the younger girl proceeded to squeeze the air out of her lungs, she could not deny the welcomed satisfaction when two fingers entered her body. Hana heard herself plead like a fish out of water.
"My Queen, I don't understand."
Ekaterina smiled pityingly, "Do you ever?"
There was strength in her, more than her petite figure let shine through on first impression. Her nails scraped Hana's skin where her fingers dug and dragged, like a cat scratching its claws. She was fiercely throttling her while sweetly loving her between her thighs. Both actions were done at the same time, yet Hana could capture on Ekaterina's face which one she was concentrating on: her features would soften when she loosened the grip on her neck and her eyelids would drop slightly as a kink appeared at the corner of her upper lip. Then, as it surfaced, Ekaterina would seal her mouth and regain her resolution. She would buckle her hips, pulling her victim harder than before. The smile that followed was the wickedest Hana'd ever seen. It was Ekaterina's truest smile, and it revealed once again the sadistic nature of the Queen. Being able to provide, to assist this haughty girl with her own pleasure was not only a privilege, but it rushed Hana toward her own release.
"Hang on there, Onee-sama, just a bit more."
The little girl giggled and circled her clitoris harder. Without ceremony, her fingers set an outright fast pace, curling, pumping, stabbing. Lubricated by the amount of fluids, they went in to spread her clamping walls and stimulate from inside the same nerve her thumb mauled from outside. Violent shivers ran across Hana's body, and just when she thought she would pass out, she was brusquely hurled back by a smack on her face. The slap still echoed inside the room when she slumped down on the bed and her chest skyrocketed to refresh her body with oxygen.
At last, the longest hoarse moan exploded from Hana's lips, sending a rush of excitement through Ekaterina. Hana did not remember her lungs ever working as much as they did in that moment or her cheek ever stinging for a single blow. She had no excuse to justify her renewed tears.
Enraptured, Ekaterina ogled the weeping woman before her, her own breathing irregular with quick and short puffs. Her fingers stood motionless where her hand was yet to be removed from inside the girl. She was in no hurry to do so since Hana was consciously repaying her with a little side gift, grateful contractions, strong and lasting, squeezed her fingers as if milking them. An appreciative chuckle bent her lips into a smug smile and she lowered her hand between Hana's breasts. Her heart thumped under her palm, its beat slowing down with each passing minute. As it grew steady, she slithered her fingers downward on her sleek skin, raking her nails until she stopped at her bellybutton. She tapped it twice before drawing her fingers out. She left Hana's spent body and moved toward the bed headboard where she sat and leaned against it, listening to her slave's meek sobs. She deemed the girl praiseworthy. After all, she hadn't wet the bed.
Hana opened her eyes when that feeling of sickness subsided and the dots of light which had turned the back of her eyelids into a starry sky dissolved. She turned where she sensed Ekaterina's presence, but did not look in her way. Instead, she crawled toward the younger girl until the bonds restrained her.
"Forgive me."
Ekaterina ignored her and she attempted to get closer by clambering to her knees. She took two more steps before the squeak of a bedspring under her weight froze her, a warning of what might come if she dared to continue. She watched her Queen. Ekaterina stared at the TV across the room, observing Hana's movements reflected on the black screen, her eyes heavy upon her Maria's back. Hana bent down in what they both considered a dowdy act of submission.
"Forgive me, Katja-sama."
All of a sudden, she was pulled and tossed forward. The clamps unfastened from her wrists and the chains slithered on the sheet and off the bed. Hana found herself prone, only tethered to the wall through the collar. On her back, the Qwaser resumed her place astride her waist.
Little kisses came to life. Starting with short teasing nibbles at her ear, to which followed long wet licks and strong breathtaking bites on her neck, the sound of her Queen's approving moans, the melting warmth of her breath and the ticklish brushing of her tendrils aroused the hairs down Hana's spine as the younger girl traveled southward with her mouth. Ekaterina rubbed her lips across Hana's back, breathing on it, and scraped her flesh with her teeth, panting on it, and greedily sucked her skin. Again she licked upward until her tongue reached a spot on her victim's shoulder. Hana's scream died in her throat when she snapped at it.
"It explains why your cookies are addictive."
Ekaterina blew on the fresh bite-mark and sent goosebumps down Hana's shuddering body.
"I was scared."
"Were you?"
Hana nodded.
"My poor slave. But, here, look." She placed a hand before Hana's eyes. "Look at how wet you made me."
Hana's smile grew bigger as she gazed at the palm covered with glistening moisture.
"Did I? Did I really?" She rasped.
Ekaterina rolled her thumb against her slimy fingers.
"Who wants her reward?"
"I do I do I do."
"Look, it's coming. The airplane's coming."
"Yes yes yes."
"Wait, there is not enough fuel. We need to go back."
"No no no."
"Though, it's true that we're half way. We may as well keep going."
"Yes yes yes."
Ekaterina rest her head upon Hana's as if it was just another pillow.
"Where does this strong wind come from? The airplane can't move on."
"No, don't blow on the airplane, Katja-sama."
"Isn't that a landing strip?"
Hana stretched out her tongue.
"Lanjing ship."
"Ah, my bad."
As her fingers flew back and forth, playing with Hana's sanity, her left hand did the same, stroking her partner's arm. Hana was too concerned with the airplane's fate to even notice that Ekaterina had reached her hand and intertwined their fingers together.
"Come on, little airplane, you can make it."
Hana moistened her lips and tried to take a lick at the approaching palm.
"Control tower? Here's Flight CU-029. We request permission to land, control tower."
"Yes yes yes."
"Lower the undercarriage, co-pilot."
"Yesh, Kacha-shama, yesh."
The airplane landed and ran inside her mouth. Then, Ekaterina closed her hangar.
"Mmh, that's the stuff."
Hana stood stock-still, her voice was as flat as Ekaterina's lapping tongue, "Uai?"
The Qwaser licked her own fingers clean.
"You didn't lick my nipple," she pointed out.
"I believe almost strangling me was enough of a punishment."
"That's correct, 'almost'. If I had been serious you would've been dead, but I don't have any use for a dead slave." She grinned then bit Hana's jaw. "Not any use you want to imagine anyway. Now, pick up my size."
"Your size? Not Anastasia's?"
"My size."
My, was Katja-sama going to do that? Like, she herself was going to that? Highly impossible. There were more chances for Tomo's breasts to stop growing than for her Queen to sweat her ass off on a slave.
"I was considering fifteen."
"Fifteen?"
"Too short? I reckon so. Your body won't be satisfied with that little." Ekaterina brushed her side. "What about eighteen?"
Hana closed her eyes as visions of her Queen stroking her strap-on filled her mind.
"I could move my hips like this and slide in and out of you." She swayed her sex against Hana's butt. "I could have you on all fours and take you from behind like the dog you are." She pushed her pubis harder against her butt cheeks. "I could slap your ass with my thighs and impale you on my cock." She gave two strong thrusts and stopped at once. "But I won't do it."
"You won't?" Hana asked hoarsely.
"Because eighteen is for pussies."
The dildo in her fantasies lengthened as Ekaterina pronounced the word.
"Twenty."
"Isn't it too much?"
Ekaterina leaned forward and rest with her forehead on Hana's back. She moved her hips against her bottom, rocking them both gently, not relenting the hold she had on her hand.
"You can take it."
Hana turned to kiss each one of her knuckles before rubbing her mouth against her acquiescing palm. Brushing aside the auburn strands and shaking her own head from intruding locks, Ekaterina glided her breath over Hana's face. She observed her free hand grasping Hana's and bringing it above the girl's head. She pinned it there then kissed her temple, pecking her way toward her cheek, tickling her hairline with the brushing of her lips.
"I like this," Hana murmured, hiding her contentment in the mattress.
Ekaterina reached her freckled shoulders with her mouth.
"Please, do me." Hana raised her hips. "Do me, please."
"Ordering your Mistress around, now?"
"Never," Hana nodded.
With a smirk, Ekaterina withdrew toward the foot of the bed. Her hands slithered down Hana's arms, drawn to the sides of her bust, to her waist and to her bottom, to her legs. She stood on her feet.
"Face me, Hana."
Hana rolled on her back and searched for Ekaterina's passionate eyes, legs apart in an attitude of lewd abandon. She was tightly grabbed by her ankles and forced to splay them wider.
Ekaterina eyed her slave. Hana's hands were above her head, fingers opened and closed around the sheets like paws of a suckling kitten. Her chest heaved up and down, causing her exposed breasts to shake seductively. Her teeth held her bottom lip in captivity and her pending eyes gleamed hopefully through her eyelids. With no warning, she put a foot on her sex. Her big toe stroked and teased, smearing humors on Hana's outer lips, sleeking the short hairs of her pubis and titillating from time to time her clitoris - which didn't beg for attention as Hana thought it would when a nail scraped it. Then, she was gone.
Bemused, Hana saw Ekaterina get off the bed and walk to the wardrobe. One of the mirrored shutters presented a crack on the tarnished glass, like a cobweb carved on its surface, a side effect of their lively entrance, she presumed. Ekaterina opened it and disappeared behind it.
The squeak of a drawer being pulled open caught Hana's interest and the sound of fiddling hands rummaging raised her curiosity. She moved toward the edge of the bed to get a better view, but a third noise, grinding metals, reminded her that she was still chained to the wall.
"Stay," came the Qwaser's stern command.
Hana chuckled and sat cross-legged, massaging her bruised wrists in her lap. Once again, she looked toward the closet.
Ash-blonde hair were visible, cascading like a cloak over the back of Ekaterina's knees. A light breeze coming from the glass door ajar blew through her fanning strands, offering the outline of her legs in silhouette. A lusciousness of legs, with the endearingly fragile look of a little girl's legs, plumper now that she wore no heels. She lurked at the shades on them, from her ankles to the curve of her concealed butt.
Ekaterina brushed her hair behind her ear and bent forward to better search the bottom of the drawer for the leather box, pleased that Hana could not see the newest toy yet.
Hana saw blonde locks separating when the Qwaser pulled her hair aside. They slid off her back and uncovered her springy assets. Two curtains revealing the main stage. Her breath got caught in her throat and her nipples budded.
I don't ogle her ass.
Her eyes charmed the outcurve of Ekaterina's tight cheeks.
I don't ogle her ass.
Her pussy clenched as she ached to grind herself against that bulge.
I don't.
She diverted her attention. Her eyes crossed with those of the girl watching her from the mirror. The cracks of the shattered glass fragmented her features, making her look unrecognizable to her own self. They branched off from the top of her head and sprawled down her body. One of the longest cut tore right between her breasts and cracked her skin downward to the bronze of her pubis. Hana tilted her head sideways and glanced at the livid mark peeking out under the copper choker. It had a darker shade of red than last time she wore it. Reasonably, that time she hadn't be strangled. She pursued her lips and stared in the eyes of her beholder. There was something off about the girl's looks, and the fact that she resembled a human puzzle poorly assembled was not it. She seemed uneasy, antsy, jittering. A stranger to her own nudity, but comfortable in her bonds. She agreed on replacing the broken glass first thing once they'd be back from Europe.
A clonk informed her that Ekaterina had closed the drawer, and she watched her other self being driven away by the shutting doors. When Ekaterina turned around, a shiver ran through Hana's body in the same manner that crack in the mirror had slashed her reflection's.
"Katja-sama, those don't look like twenty centimeters to me," she understated.
Ekaterina's lips parted, her eyes shined in the dimness of the room like a lighthouse on black waters.
"How strange, the box said so."
She showed her profile to let Hana know what would come. Her cock stood out, imperious. Hana cowered toward the back of the bed.
"Then, might it be the wrong box?"
"You know how it is with these on-line purchases." Ekaterina crept casually in her way. "We're lucky if it has not been used before."
Hana sat on her heels, staring down at her folded hands when she realized there wasn't really any place to go. Ekaterina approached her, hair rippling with each step. The tip of her tongue peeped out like a squirrel to moisten her lips, exposing a wraith of pearly teeth as she smiled. She sank to her knees on the mattress and lifted Hana's chin with a finger.
"Let's skip introductions, shall we?"
Hana looked up into her eyes, small like flakes of metal. Her gaze passed over her unripe chest and down toward the full manhood hanging between her thighs. She bit the inside of her cheek.
"Don't give me that virgin look." Ekaterina leaned over and whispered against her ear, "Virgins are no fun."
Hana smiled uncomfortably. Then, she lifted the dildo with two fingers.
Starting from the little navel at the top, she inspected the lightly streaked, purplish glans, the rubbery body with its bluish-green veins, the thick girth that could not be wreathed in her close fist. Its strong scent, like the sole of a new pair of snickers, pickled her nostrils, familiar in its way despite she could not recall where she had smelled it before. She let it go and watched it flutter. She bopped it and the head bounced before her eyes. She bumped it twice, and her smile grew bigger as it nodded back. She wondered how Ekaterina could be serious while developing a liking in patting the mushroom head. Good toy.
"Does it have to look this realistic?"
"Would you rather have it purple?"
"But, these veins, Katja-sama?"
Her thumb traced the protruding worms on it.
"What about these veins, Hana?"
"What if I gag on it?"
She flicked it.
"Shall I call Ayame and teach you how to do it?"
"You've done it with her?"
Hana squeezed the neck of the cock. They almost heard the elastic shaft squeak like a chicken in her fist.
"I do many things when you don't watch."
With a frown Hana leaned in and bit down hard on the dildo. Her muscles trembled where her jaw clenched.
"Now now, don't bite it," Ekaterina regarded her gravely.
Growling, Hana jolted her head and yanked it like any dog would do to play with their master's stick. Ekaterina mused as the base of the dildo bounced back on her clitoris. She brought her fists to her mouth.
"Onee-sama?"
Hana raised her eyes. They gleamed when she saw her Queen's innocence at its best.
"I'm not going to lube this."
The dildo fell off from her frighten lips outright.
Ekaterina giggled, "You better do your best, Onee-sama." She took the shaft and tapped Hana's mouth with it. "Or else, it will hurt you."
A trembling arose in Hana and crossed down her spine, leaving a trail of petrified hairs upon its descending. She approached the threatening toy carefully, wary, as if it could assault her anytime now. Her fingers closed around the stem to keep it rooted, establishing who was in control before her lips seized it.
Lubricating it with her mouth was part of tonight assignments, a job as any. The knowledge that putting extra effort would only help her cause and make it less painful motivated her actions, but the idea of titillating flesh that was not there felt ridiculous as it sounded. She squirmed in embarrassment as her tongue swirled around the tip. The aseptic flavor stimulated her taste buds, bringing back memories. She parted abruptly and addressed Ekaterina with beaming eyes.
"It tastes like the plastic dinosaurs from my childhood," she said, cheerful for the unexpected discovery.
Ekaterina slapped her with a look of her steaming eyes.
"First, Lego. Now, dinosaurs. What will it be next, Hana? The Ultimate Deluxe Edition of Power Rangers?"
The girl mumbled resentfully, "It wasn't the Ultimate."
Ekaterina puckered her lips, her eyes were a thin line of hatred. Hana thought better and took the strap-on back in her mouth.
Whilst it had smacked her as the taste of her dinosaur toys, on second thought she deliberated that the dildo had the same flavor of an elephant. Or, was it a camel? No, not a camel, camels have two humps. The one that Hana remembered had one, a dromedary. She had a dromedary, a cow, a horse, a pig, a dog but not a camel. Come to think of it, she didn't know what had happened to her childhood toys. They probably tasted all the same anyway, like Miyuri's Barbie.
She stared up into her Queen's hooded eyes, a smile tugging at Ekaterina's lips whenever the dildo emerged from her mouth just to be gobbled up again. Her lips splurged against the bottom of the head whenever she withdrew from it. She made each dribble of saliva count as she smeared them along the rubber body. Her cheeks hollowed out with the suction as her movements became bolder and bolder. She began to tremble with anticipation, feeling more confident with every satisfied sound coming from her Mistress. She shifted a hand to the younger girl's thigh and glazed up with passion.
If her slave was diligent now, she could only imagine the ravenousness with which she would attack her sex one day. Eventually.
Ekaterina stroked Hana's cheek, running a hand through her hair. This girl better never see her face as she gives blowjobs. Not that she had any beauty to begin with, but a cock in one's mouth would make even the finest lady's features look vulgar. She moved her hand to the back of Hana's head and took a hold of her hair to keep her in place as she started to fuck her mouth. Slow and steady she prodded the inside of Hana's mouth and watched with scientific interest the bulges deforming her cheeks.
Really. She stared at Hana's flushed, disfigured face. Hana had really no beauty to speak of. Her pace sped up, and she forced her slave to pull her tongue toward the back of the mouth.
Hana squeezed her eyes and focused on her breathing, taking deep intakes through her nostrils when Ekaterina retreated and fighting her gagging reflex when she rammed back. It was terrible as she thought it would be, but being used delighted her. Still, if she were told to choose between dying asphyxiated while being strangled and choking on a dildo while being fucked in the mouth she would definitely pick one day of Big Mum's Ascension training, where two-hundred squats were referred to as an 'easy warm-up'. "You lesbians do like fit thighs, don't you?" Hana recalled the Skole instructor trying to galvanize her to pull up the barbell. She wouldn't know about 'lesbians.' What she did know was that the innerness of Ekaterina's slim, unfit thighs had the softest, polished skin below her fingers. What she did know was that the faintest thought of grinding herself against them had her breathing accelerating and her body overheating. What she did know was that Ekaterina would always be around to supervise her training when she was off to exercise, "Keep your abs flexed, you don't want to injure your lower back, do you? And, you should out-thrust your hips more, Hana. Good, that's that. That's that."
She was not particularly enjoying this. Maybe, if she concentrated on the entertained look on Ekaterina's face instead of telling herself how ridiculous she felt as she practiced a fellatio she did not have any power on, she would feel involved. Maybe, if she set her mind on pleasuring her Mistress instead of unearthing memories of her childhood - or flashes of Big Mum showing her thighs for the matter - she would get some proud satisfaction in return. Perhaps, among all, having her hair pulled and her head jerked by Ekaterina's small, fussy hands was a better sensation than none. It kept her docile and passive in her behavior, though a certain dose of strained fatigue took the shape of a lonely tear down her cheek.
Slowly, Ekaterina came to a halt and removed the dildo from Hana's mouth. She watched the breathless girl hung her head and clear her throat.
"This will do," she said in approval, examining the glistening toy.
Hana inched her head up and came face to face with it. Hanging from the tip, her spit appeared to be oozing out from the seemingly little opening, making it all the more look like a real, precum-leaking penis. She placed a hand on her sore jaw and chuckled to herself.
"Perhaps, I could've used it purple."
She raised her snide eyes on Ekaterina.
The Qwaser quirked up an eyebrow, "Perhaps." And, she gestured her to spin around with a swirl of a finger.
Propped on her knees, Hana turned over. Hands squashed on the mattress, she was glad her Queen could not see her abashed expression as she exposed herself in the most vulnerable way.
Ekaterina scanned her back and took in, as if devouring it with a look, the mosaic of tensing muscles as Hana's spine curved. She brushed her hand on her jutting bottom.
"Perhaps, by the end of tonight, something else will turn purple."
She slapped it in appreciation. Hana gasped as a frisson hurtled from her right cheek, rousing her nipples and the downy hairs on her neck. She turned anxiously, cautiously, toward the Qwaser. Ekaterina sneered, pleased with her reaction. Her hand shifted toward her sex and slithered between her lips, where she accommodated herself inside the moistened entrance with two fingers. Hana faced the wall with a content look, basking in the mind-numbing, body-spoiling gift that was having her Queen stimulating her, scissoring and rubbing about to prepare her sex.
"Perhaps, you'll get your purple sooner than you think." Ekaterina pulled her fingers away.
Hana's heartbeat paced up when something thicker replaced the void at her opening. Her eyes went wide with panic before dread forced her brows together. It didn't help that Ekaterina had placed one hand on her hip, she supposed, in a reassuring gesture, because the fingers grasping her skin told her there was no coming back. The dildo was slowly led inside her body.
Hana hissed through her teeth while her eyes closed. Her breath froze and her jaw dropped with the tearing sensation.
"Breathe," Ekaterina said in a motherly way. But it was Ekaterina's motherly way, neither warm or heartfelt, rather quite the voice of a woman vexed by her problematic child. She provided little comfort by caressing her body. Nonetheless, she slid in more centimeters.
Hana felt her screaming walls contracting to push the foreign shape out, then gradually closing in on every conquered inch.
Building her way on Hana's breathing - pushing deeper when its speed reduced and halting when it quickened - Ekaterina had her take in the whole length. Her hips met Hana's bottom-cheeks, and she walked her fingers on her slave's body, tracing a path made of delicate brushes on the cutout of Hana's back. Hana told herself that the hardest part was over as she told herself the same thing every time Ekaterina penetrated her with something bigger than fingers. She told herself she just had to resist until the pain subsided and her muscles loosened. It would take time, of course. The fit was tight and Ekaterina made sure her sex never grew the habit of taking in 'bigger boys', alternating weeks of relatively average sized ones to one or two encounters with plus-sized. Eventually, not thanks to her Queen's attentions which she could not entirely appreciate since her only thoughts were comforting words to herself and encouraging pleas to her own sex, she settled herself around it.
Ekaterina heard her whimpers and mumbling dim, and saw her back relax under her touch. She took hold of Hana's hips and pulled back, the dildo leaving her body no more than an inch before being led back in. She reserved the same treatment to each of the twenty-two centimeters of silicone, every single push forward was met by a higher gasp from Hana. A note of pain still ringed within them but, by the time the final hump came, she was huffing deeply and pleasurably.
"Slow."
"Yes, Hana. Slow."
Ekaterina expanded those huffs, turning them into moans, into light screams when she forced her way in, into hefty groans when she leisurely came in, setting a slow, steady rhythm against her bouncing rear.
Hana grasped the bed linen in her fists. Each penetration tore the strength out of her as if something needed to be discarded to make room for the invasive guest and her energies were the first to abandon her body. She crouched down to ease off the stiffness in her arms. A damp lock of hair was hooked to the corner of her mouth and beads of sweat glistened where her hair weren't glued to the skin. Her lips moved, showing teeth when she grimaced. A dribble of saliva trickled down her mouth and spilled on the sheet beneath.
Such indecent looks, Ekaterina thought. Her eyes rode the veins bulging on Hana's arms up toward her neck. An indecorous behaviour, too. She licked her lips.
"Look at yourself, drooling like a dog on my bed."
Hana sealed her mouth. A spaced-off smile pulled her lips newly apart when the Qwaser prodded at her womb.
"Are you a dog, Hana?"
The girl bit the stained sheet.
Ekaterina leaned forward and brought her hands on Hana's shoulders. She placed them on both sides of her head and her fingers closed around her neck as she used her body leverage to press Hana further on the bed.
"Are you?"
Hana rasped out a loud and croaky groan and Ekaterina pulled back, scraping her nails on her back as she retreated.
"Bark."
It took Hana a moment to focus on the command. When she did understand it, she rolled her face on the bed to hide herself away.
"Bark."
Ekaterina heard a feeble murmur coming from her shaking head.
"Hana." She caressed her thighs, lips curled into a grin. "Bark."
"I-"
"I said, bark."
"Please, just-"
"BARK."
Hana took a deep breath. She brought herself up, arched her back proudly, clenched her fists and, wailed.
"That's it? That's my dog?" Ekaterina scoffed, halting her thrusting at once.
Hana found she was strangely disappointed with herself for the weak performance.
"What poor excuse for a puppy are you? Ayame'd already be howling to gratify me."
Hana frowned.
"Yes, Hana, Ayame. My peeing slave, my untiring horse."
Hana growled.
"My milk cow, my roaring cat, my pedigreed dog."
Hana broke out into a howl like their neighbors never heard coming from their flat before. Ekaterina spanked her.
"I said bark, not howl."
"I apologize."
"Dogs don't speak."
One more slap underlined her words. Not a sound came from the girl, not a wince, not a wail, but a demure nod. She would behave.
Ekaterina stroked her slow and lazy, caresses only granted to well-mannered slaves. Soon, she would resume their mating. She intended to. Her eyes followed her hand squeezing Hana's rounded forms. Half-moon white marks appeared on her pink flesh where her nails seized her prize. Pink, she mused, she was not fond of that. A crack resounded through the house and Hana squealed and jerked forward, leaving half dildo behind.
The blow stung her palm and Ekaterina felt the echoing of it reverberating through her arm. She glanced at the reddening cheek, darker in its pinkness. It started a concerto in the back of her head.
Wincing, Hana faced her Mistress. A 'no' wisped from her lips when she sighted Ekaterina's fingers perfectly aligned in their uprising.
"You will obey, Hana," she admonished. Her hand slashed the air.
There it was, the perfect, rich and round splash, a pair of cymbals crashing together, and the melodic shriek intoned by the chorus was perfectly executed, too. Ekaterina smacked more skin, first one cheek, then the other. She did not use her whole, open palm. She stroked with bony, thin fingers. Cruel. The less surface she hit, the worst it hurt, but the music it produced, the music. Again, her hand fell like that of an orchestra director.
Hana crinkled her eyes while tears surfaced in her vision.
Again Ekaterina hit across, again she hit under.
Hana felt her knees sag and her arms shake under Ekaterina's enthusiastic ministration. She wriggled with the tickling of fingers sweeping her swollen back.
"Will you bark now?"
Ekaterina's glee radiated from the meeting of their flesh in the questioning of her voice. Hana attempted an unsure bark.
"What was that?" Her hand took her again. "You will bark."
Hana stirred, her cheeks squeezed as heat flared, spreading desire between her pouting lips. She dipped her back, making her bottom orb out more but, the dildo did not move.
"Won't you?"
Ekaterina did not move.
"Won't you?"
Why would she not move it?! Hana pushed back, guzzling avidly what was lost. Her Mistress slapped her forward with such viscious energy that she cried out as her cheeks tightened. She knocked the dildo back inch after inch. Again, her hips jerked with the smacking. Again, her walls sucked greedily on the dead girth to reanimate it.
"Won't you?"
Hana scrambled to satiate the deepest of the cravings. She needed a mouth on her open mouth. She needed Ekaterina's mouth, her tongue. That bemused tongue she heard tapping against teeth when she spoke.
"Won't you?"
Her knuckles whitened where she gripped the sheets. She thought of the ball-gag roughly unstrapped in the living room. She imagined it on the floor. She would swirl the tip of her tongue around those tiny holes.
"Won't you, Hana?"
Around every single hole of her Mistress.
"Hana?!"
"God yes," she panted, "Yes."
"Good," Ekaterina huffed out, her breathing laboured. She palmed the alighted cheeks before her to soothe their stinginess.
At last, tears escaped and Hana shivered pleasurably with meek sobs, grateful for the comforting touch, for the broad width of her Mistress' hand across her scorching skin.
"Good dog."
Ekaterina's fingers rose and her palm tingled once more, the loud slap-crack laid full across Hana's back. Hana felt her sex pulse keenly as her skin seared across her bottom. Firmly, Ekaterina's hand swished. Resolutely, she barked.
"Yes, dog, yes." The tamer laughed, throwing her head back. "Bark for me, bark for your Mistress." Ekaterina's laughter sounded richer now that it beat with mockery.
The dog complied, and the dildo was brought back to life. Each thrust had Hana's breasts lilt and Ekaterina's hair flow. It tickled Hana's sides and she sought out and hooked a loosen lock. She brought it to her chest and cupped her teat with it. Her joy, her sin. Silkiness on a nipple.
Ekaterina clasped her waist, her musky voice seeped in Hana's ears, "Go get them."
The dog hunted imaginary squirrels through imaginary meadows. She hunted like she had first chased Ekaterina's tongue inside her mouth. Hasty, clunky, excitedly. Incited by her Queen's energetic push, she ran after imaginary squirrels climbing on imaginary trees. Fretfully, she barked at the squirrels on the trees in the meadows.
Ekaterina watched Hana growl and bark rabidly at the bed headboard. Her slave always put up the hardest fights, recalcitrant to execute her orders like a steed mounted by a novice horsewoman. Her fingers skimmed Hana's out-thrust cheeks. But Hana always recompensed her best when she understood who held her rein. She slipped an arm under Hana's waist to draw the savage girl to her body as she plunged inward. Hana was getting particularly captivated in her fantasies, she noticed. She had taken a pillow for her teeth to maul.
Ekaterina's scent was everywhere, but everywhere was an approximate concept. Hana had grabbed the second strongest source of the little girl's smell that she could get her hands on and squashed her face on its fluffy surface. Her possession, her stuffed toy. The dog lapped the cushion piously and chewed its ears merrily.
"That would be my pillow."
Hana stiffened and growled. Ekaterina interrupted her thrusting.
"You will release it," her voice was curt.
She watched Hana dig her claws into the sack clamped between her teeth and laid a hand on her hips in encouragement.
"Put it down, Hana."
Hana recognized that mellow touch, that placid voice. They always forewarned a disciplinarian comeuppance. She embraced herself.
She would take it.
She embraced the pillow, too.
They would face it butt up.
"You know what happens if you don't let it go." Ekaterina advanced leisurely with her hips, kissing Hana's innermost spot a long kiss. "Or, what won't happen." A goodbye kiss.
She slid the dildo out and unloosened the chain from the wall, then jerked the new molded copper leash and pulled the girl backward on her knees.
"I know what you want from me, Hana." She led two fingers into Hana's vision. "And that is not my pillow."
Hana caught Ekaterina's hand before it could be taken away. It glistened. It glistened and she admired the translucent moisture on her short fingers in awe, the scent stronger in her nostrils, riper than the rumpled pillow. She brought Ekaterina's hand to her lips. One by one, Ekaterina suctioned Hana's moans by playing against her tongue, but letting her win each round. She slithered the dildo between her slave's legs and Hana closed her thighs around it. Gently, Ekaterina's hips moved, following Hana's pace as the girl dry humped herself against the hard body.
Her fingers paid their visit and Hana chased them in vain when they retreated. Behind her, the Qwaser finished to lick them clean.
"On all four."
Hana did not listen to her Queen, she obeyed her own soft sack, which was way more persuasive in its starving. She flung the pillow to the other side of the bed and resumed the hunting pose.
"That's a good girl." Ekaterina's voice was light and playful as she bent forward on her Maria. "Who wants my bone?"
Hana turned around, her tongue hung out.
"Woof."
Ekaterina rubbed the tip of the toy along her silky lips.
"I said, who's a good girl who wants my bone?"
Hana drew in a deep breath as her butt moved to position it in front of her opening.
"Woof, woof."
Ekaterina slammed back.
"There you go."
Hana cursed quietly.
"What did I say?" She slapped her.
"Dogs, dogs don't speak."
"And why are you speaking, then?"
The splatting of Ekaterina's palm came down again.
"Because you asked, what you... I give up, okay? I give up."
Poke.
"Hana?" Ekaterina poked her. "You're not doing it on purpose, are you?"
Broad trails of heat stirred her cheeks. By the stinging of them, Hana knew she would found evident marks the morning after.
"Knock, knock."
Ekaterina gave few quick thrusts. Hana rolled her eyes.
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"My cock."
Hana slumped face down as her Mistress stirred her entrance up. One husky breath at time, her sighs turned into titters, which escalated to a hearty laughter.
"Something funny?" Ekaterina sneered along.
Hana huffed out a moan and shook her head with a smile.
"I never thought you had that in you."
The Qwaser held the base of the dildo and twisted it around.
"Are you implying your Mistress has no sense of humor, Hana?"
Hana rubbed her nose on the bed linen as she felt her walls being stretched out. She lazily turned her head, inching it just above her shoulder. She bit her lip.
"Oh, Hana wouldn't dare," she purred.
For a moment, she fancied she saw Ekaterina glare rapturously. The urge to satiate the unquenchable desire of possessing her slave now out for her eyes to see. It was there, then it was not, replaced by calculated assertiveness.
"Because I see no humor in this."
Ekaterina smacked her outstretched bottom with maliciousness and Hana's body rocked for her amusement. Hana clung to the sheets, her fingers pulled at the hem of them, her chest down, her rear jutting, rising. Ekaterina took the chain dangling from her neck and fastened it around an arm in a fluid motion. She gave it a jolt before driving the girl backward to prop her again onto her knees.
Hana followed her partner's lead as she was forced to strain up, but she felt weak. She was weaker. Thrust by thrust, Ekaterina tore her resolution apart and she opened her legs wide to even out the weight on them. As her arms went limp at her sides and her back flexed, she smiled ecstatic at the ceiling for her Queen had just found new stimulating spots.
Ekaterina contemplated her work. Something was missing, and she distanced their groins once again. Hana glanced behind her back at the loss. The Qwaser forged two chains out of the single one attached to her neck and flung them at the ceiling. She then wrapped the other ends around Hana's forearms and pulled them above the girl's head, ordering copper to hoist her slave up. Hana's feet barely reached the wrecked sheets when she spun her round. Like a butcher inspecting a piece of meat, Ekaterina brushed her fingers down her ivory thighs, tasting the firmness under her soft skin. When she reached the back of Hana's knees, she grabbed hold of them and drew them up.
Hana's bottom lip popped free from where she was biting it as Ekaterina stepped in between her legs, her eyes accompanied her Queen's hand as it shifted lower to brandish the sceptre. She felt the cravings of her sex and her chest pushed forward as she stared wantonly into Ekaterina's eyes. The nose of the dildo nuzzled her moistness, but she kept her gaze on the younger girl even when her eyelashes menaced to cross in front of her eyes.
Ekaterina advanced to regain her land and Hana locked her ankles behind the small of her back until she could not see any trace of the shaft. With a groan, she sheathed it to the full and swung her hips to brush her clitoris against the other girl's lower abdomen. On Ekaterina's back, her feet moved audaciously, riding the hills of her bottom. So very often, one would venture down. It caressed and twirled around Ekaterina's legs, feeling her body as her hands couldn't.
Ekaterina did not take her eyes off Hana as she clasped her hips and hit their pubes together. A loud smack. She urged it more within. She did not miss a single expression on Hana's face. On her neck, she spotted the guilty vein and her eyes concentrated on its quick pulse. She hit harder, a single plunge.
Hana yelped as her Mistress buried herself further in her slit. She held onto the chains. Her body arched, her nipples stirred and thickened. She felt like falling when Ekaterina retreated. She felt like flying when a strategic shove hurled her up.
Ekaterina smirked upon the throbbing in Hana's chest. She rocked with deep thrusts and strong thrusts and slow thrusts, feeling her own pleasure building up.
"How much can you take?"
Hana's legs quivered and straightened around Ekaterina's body like strings pulled by a musician. She watched her wondering eyebrow, her flattered face, her overwhelming confidence, and she teased back.
"How hard can you go?"
Ekaterina's abdomen slapped against hers. The dildo lodged itself again.
"Don't push me, Hana," she scowled.
Hana swept a look over her partner's back and down upon her ass.
"That, you seem to be doing just fine." She endeavored to hide a smile.
"Just fine?"
Hana nodded, licking her lips with her hungry eyes still on the succulent curves of Ekaterina's tight bottom.
Ekaterina stopped.
"Just. Fine?"
The girl hooked like a pig realized what happened when she was able to catch her breath again.
"Very well. I assume you'd be doing far better by yourself."
"That's not exactly what I meant."
"But it is exactly what you're about to do."
Hana tilted her head uncertainly.
"Here's your chance to show me what you've learned so far."
Hana glanced up and rocked her arms.
"Like this?"
The dildo stung deeper when Ekaterina rose on her tiptoes. She drew Hana's face to hers and fondled her hair while her lips brushed upon hers, breath on breath. Hana tasted her warmth when she spoke.
"Move it."
A sly smile caressed Hana's lips. On hers, Ekaterina felt a blubbering, words not supported by reason. She pulled back. In her withdrawing she tickled Hana's neck and stroked the side of her breast, the crinkles on its circle. She flicked the turgid peak.
"Prove me that your ass is not just for good-looking." She pinched her nipple, and Soma trickled down her fingers.
Hana lapped Ekaterina's wet digits when the Qwaser offered them to her mouth. Confidence seeped in her, the miraculous strength returning to its owner. Her hips began to moved on the dildo like her head did on Ekaterina's fingers. She felt the ins and outs of them, she heard the squelch of them. Muted whimpers broke from her pursed lips as she bounced, as she twisted, as she ground to feel her Mistress deeper. Ekaterina snatched her hand back and yawned somewhat theatrically.
"That's all?"
Hana clutched her firmly, jutted her butt out and impaled herself on the strap-on. It pierced right through her. The forceful impact had Ekaterina lose her balance, but she managed to remain on her feet by grasping her Maria's hips. She glared at Hana deprecatingly.
"I'm so sorry."
Hana's lame apology was soon left behind as she gripped tighter. Humping on EKaterina's lap, her butt cheeks hit against her partner's thighs and the toy disappeared inside her body at the same time a hoarse moan left it, startling the younger girl. Hana closed her eyes. Her pelvis moved, routing her clitoris around for friction. Through the slit of her eyelids she saw Ekaterina's eyes on hers. She hardly blinked, Hana was aware of that. Her Queen stood there, oscillating under her thrusts, her body unwilling to move, her hips unresponsive despite her frenetic stabs. She closed her eyes. Ekaterina's were still on her once she opened them. She began to feel uncomfortable, like when she was caught with her hands in the cookie jar - she made them, she ought to eat them - but her need was getting stronger and her moans louder. She smiled shyly. Ekaterina didn't return it. She swallowed. Perhaps, she was doing something wrong. She considered to halt. Her hips rocketed. She really considered to halt. Her body sought pleasure.
Ekaterina was mentally there, if the gleam on her face was of any evidence. She eyed the sight before her. Hana latched on the chains hanging from the ceiling, guiding her movements with their supports, and she leered at her arms, at the tensing tendons, at the grooves outlining. The stickiness between their bellies grew and she heard Hana uttering wide gasps, wild cries. Above all, she heard a voice she never heard before. Copper, its screeching.
Hana turned her face toward the inward of her arm. Ekaterina watched half of it being hidden by the glistening limb while hair blanketed the part still visible. Hana was panting and she watched her lips moving.
"Please, don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
Her raspy voice did not go unnoticed, but only Ekaterina pretended it wasn't there by concealing her lust behind a veil of cruel delight when she clawed at Hana's chest, causing the girl to cry out with pain. She regained her power, in their raking her nails regained control. She shifted her hands over Hana's ass. They moved with pleasure, squeezing, digging in her flesh. Her nimble fingers left white marks on her flared cheeks in their imprinting.
Hana felt Ekaterina's shoves come back to life. Hard, deep, she ravaged her, sliding in and out easily, painfully addicting.
"Katja-sama, Katja-sama."
Ekaterina coated her fingers in the amounts of juice pooled between her slave's legs and spread her globes. Hana gasped when her Queen began to push, her muscles clamped down on the intruding finger slid past her anal opening. Her body swung back and forth with every small step Ekaterina took back and forth on the bed, the dildo pushing now against her rectum now against her abdomen. The rocking motion was, however, nothing compared to the knowledge of her Queen taking possession of her body. She loved it when Ekaterina was like this with her, and Ekaterina was always like this with her. She could do it exactly as she pleased. She could do it whenever and wherever she pleased. She could do it as long and as hard as she pleased. And she did it in very fancy ways.
"What do parents say to their children, Hana?"
Hana groaned and watched the girl who could bring the idiocy out in her with a look.
"Please, don't do that."
"Don't do what? This?"
Ekaterina shortened the chains with a flick of her hand and lifted the girl up higher. Hana frowned when half of the toy abandoned her and scowled when the thrusting halted.
"I want it back. Give it back, Katja-sama." She grasped the chains and wriggled.
"Where are your manners, Hana? Don't make me pull it all out." Her finger swirled inside her partner.
Hana swayed her hips to get more stimulation.
"So, don't do what?"
Ekaterina's second finger entered her, and her reluctant orifice yielded to invasion.
"This?" She scissored them.
"This?" She curled them.
"This?" She pushed them upward.
Hana swallowed hard.
"I'll give you a hint."
The younger girl stood on her tiptoes and back on her heels. Hana felt the dildo reach up and down in her sex. She felt a tickling pressure where Ekaterina's fingers stroked it through her walls.
"More."
Ekaterina stood on her tiptoes and back on her heels. Hana felt the dildo reach up and down in her sex. She threw her head back.
"So good, Katja-sama."
Ekaterina snorted.
"Hana, focus. What am I doing?"
She stood on her tiptoes, nudging the mattress, and back on her heels. Hana raised an eyebrow as the dildo reached up and down in her sex. With a vicious grin, Ekaterina stood on her tiptoes, the mattress sagged under her feet and it pushed her back on her heels. Hana opened her eyes wide, her voice cracked.
"Don't jump on the bed, Katja-sama."
Ekaterina leaned forward and trailed the tip of her nose on Hana's chest, grinning deviously at her Maria's terrified face as she reached her nipple and spoke to it as to a microphone.
"Houston, can you hear me? Here's shuttle 'Katja-sama 22'. We're ready to launch."
"No no no."
"I see we have two full, spare tanks over here." She licked off a bead of milk. "Ignition in three."
"No, Houston, don't! We have a problem already."
She put her hands on Hana's hips. "Two."
"Abort, Houston, abort."
She stood on her tiptoes and flexed her knees. "One."
The mattress sank under her feet.
"...I wanted the airplane."
The shuttle took off.
