Yoshe’s Valentine: Familiar Pleasure
By atfirstdawn and 3Dcaptor

*Mature content warning
*© Keira Morrison/ atfirstdawn 2013
*Dedicated to my friend 3Dcaptor


PREVIOUSLY

Morgan had been chained in a corner of the basement for what seemed like hours, though it was more like 30 minutes, when Yoshe had been led into the basement as well. With her wrists and ankles already in the same type spreaders that Morgan was in it was difficult for her to move, but she was eventually attached to the floor and ceiling in the same manner. Yoshe wasn't gagged, as Morgan was, but she remained silent, and the two girls simply looked at each other, sometimes lustfully, sometimes questioning with their eyes, for neither one of them was sure why Captor had placed them like this, so vulnerable, so helpless, so close together but unable to touch.

After some time a small woman wearing a maid uniform entered the basement carrying a crop....

"Yoshe and Morgan. It's such a pleasure to finally get to meet you both. You don't know me...yet, but...before long we'll know each other very well..."

The small woman made her way to Morgan first. She touched Morgan's face with the crop, gently coercing her to turn her head, as she looked up into the taller girl's eyes...

"Yes, very nice. It's easy to see why you're such a popular girl in this dungeon."

She smacked her cheek with the crop, making it sting, then turned her attention to Yoshe....

"...and you, you little vixen..." She smacked Yoshe on the inner thigh... "...you do seem to exude sensuality."

She stood between the two stretched girls.

"Captor tells me that you two have a 'special' bond, no pun intended, and since it's nearing Valentine's Day he decided to let you spend a little time together, but with a twist. You see, I get to spend this same time with you, getting to know you, and letting you both get to know me too. Allow me to introduce myself...I'm Lori. You may call me.....well, tonight you won't call me anything, because...Morgan...you're gagged, and Yoshe...I forbid you to speak.

She reached around Yoshe's head and started teasing her cheek and lips as she began softly slapping the crop against her leg....

Lori: "Do you feel that Yoshe?"

Yoshe: "Yes..."

Lori smacked her thigh smartly with the crop.

Lori: "Let's try this again. Did you feel that?"

Yoshe: "*moan*"

Lori: "Such a good girl. Do you see that Morgan?"

Morgan: "ggrrr"

Lori: You don't like me playing with your Yoshe? What are you gonna do about it?"

Morgan: "MMmmMM!!!"

Lori smacked Yoshe's leg again, still teasing her face and lips.

Yoshe: "*moan*"

Lori: "My my. Morgan isn't getting jealous, is she?"

Morgan: "mmmm"

Lori: "That's ok Morgan. Here's the plan. I have you both all night. I'll make sure Yoshe has a great time, and then...it'll be your turn....so, just be patient...."

***

“And in fact” continued Lori “I think I know just how to begin…”

With a devious smile, Lori turned her attention away from me and back to Yoshe. Stepping behind her, Lori reached around Yoshe’s body, held the riding crop between her hands and pulled it forcefully between Yoshe’s teeth. I watched on as the crop pressed against the corners of Yoshe’s and pulled her lips taut causing them to almost meet over the long and thick crop’s hard shaft.

“Now listen to me, Yoshe.” said Lori in a whisper loud enough for both Yoshe and I to hear “The rules are simple; if this crop falls from your mouth then you will be punished, if you resist me then you will also be punished…”

Without realising it, my teeth had clenched around the bit gag in my mouth as I stared wide-eyed at Lori and her wandering hands, which had left the crop wedged within Yoshe’s mouth and were now caressing and lightly clawing at her breasts.

The sight of Yoshe bound by the spreader bars and gagged by Lori’s riding crop was one I couldn’t deny enjoying; since our last night together I had dreamt and lived for the next time that I’d be in her company again, but now, with Lori in control and both Yoshe and I helpless to her taunting tortures, the notion of being so close to and yet so far from Yoshe frustrated me. I wanted to be alone with her, I wanted her to dominate me and I her. I wanted to show her the depth of what I had come to feel for her over the past months since our last night together, and I wanted to know if she had come to feel the same…

Finally, Lori’s hands moved from Yoshe’s breasts as she stepped away from her and made her way to the far end of the dungeon-like basement. At the far end of the basement were a host of tools hanging from a rack of hooks that had been fixed into the wall. Gags of varying designs, whips of different lengths and numerous other binding and torturous tools all hung from the many hooks of the rack, and I had had experiences with most of them.

As if she were still deliberating the decision she had obviously made some time ago, Lori dragged her hand over most of the tools as she walked the length of the rack before her fingers curled around a familiar large red ball gag. I stared after Lori while wondering what she had in mind for the ball gag until she raised it to her own mouth and buckled the straps tightly behind her head before sauntering back over to Yoshe from the tool rack.

In the back of my mind I knew what Lori was about to do, but I continuously forced myself to deny it…

All at once, my hands clenched into fists, my body fell cold, my mouth became dry and my eyes widened with anger as I watched Lori kneel down in front of Yoshe and run her gagged lips up the skin of Yoshe’s inner thigh.

Enraged unintelligible threats erupted from behind my gag while I furiously thrashed against my bonds. Obviously Lori was a smart woman, knowing how to both torture me and pleasure Yoshe in equal measure with one single act of familiarity.

Her gag hid any hint of a smile, but even so, I knew that she was revelling not only in the sound of my screaming and struggling but also in the nervous twitches of Yoshe’s body. Unable to resist her, lest she be punished, Yoshe had had no choice but to submit to Lori’s advances and react accordingly to the heightened sensations which her helpless situation afforded her.    

Even over my thrashing and gagged screaming, I could still hear the slight, yet deeply intense rattling of Yoshe’s bonds as Lori moved her mouth higher and pressed her gagged lips deeper into Yoshe’s inner thigh. With a whimper which I heard all too clearly, Yoshe tensed her body as Lori’s bound mouth reached the black lace of her underwear. With Lori’s lips skimming the most sensitive and longing area of her body, Yoshe bit down on the riding crop between her teeth, which then began to bend under the intensity of her aching frustrations, and closed her eyes. Seeing her reaction to Lori’s advances, I eventually stopped my futile struggling and watched silently through tear-filled eyes and hoped that it was me that she was imagining against her.

Tracing tight circles and pressing deeper into her with every slow rotation both Lori and Yoshe moaned through their gags and began to rock against each other’s movements. Together they continued to rock and twist in the dim light of our prison, their bodies warming the air around them and coating their skin in a thin sweat. Their moans continued, their twisting persisted and their bodies became increasingly entwined with Lori’s hands now roaming over Yoshe’s bound form as their passionate display continued to intensify. Moments later and Lori’s gagged mouth was still sliding back and forth over Yoshe, accompanied by the sound of her deep-throated sighs, until a thick and sensual wailing moan flooded out from Yoshe’s mouth and filled the dungeon-like-basement. Another deep and slow rotation against Yoshe from Lori and Yoshe’s body surrendered, convulsing with violent twitches and crumbling within her restraints.

Lowering her head to her chest, Lori took a few moments to gather herself between Yoshe’s legs; her breathing was as deep as Yoshe’s and her body just as sweat soaked and almost glistened under the basement’s artificial light.

In the slow and silent moments which followed while Lori caught her breath, I turned to Yoshe to find her with her head bowed, her eyes still tightly closed and the riding crop now shaking between her teeth through a series of deep wavering breaths. In that moment every fibre of my being wanted to embrace her, wanted to take her into my care and comfort her. Once again I bit into my gag in frustration at my helpless position, being so close to her yet being unable to reach, touch or hold her no matter how much I were to struggle and writhe against my bonds in futile attempts to free myself…

Rising to her feet with the familiar red ball gag still strapped around her mouth, Lori stepped away from Yoshe and focused her attention solely on to me. Her wide and wild eyes, still flickering with the highs of passion she had shared with Yoshe, felt as if they were burning through me as she came ever closer. Grabbing a fistful of my hair with one hand and tearing the gag from my mouth with the other, Lori forced her gagged mouth to my lips. My tongue touched solid latex and tasted the excess of Yoshe’s passionate affections; it was a taste I had been longing to taste again for so long. Closing my eyes with a satisfied moan, I pressed into the kiss and slid my tongue across Lori’s ball gag and scent coated lips and filled my senses of taste and smell with Yoshe and the proof of how she felt for me.

Finally pulling away from me after a kiss which had been all too fleeting, Lori pulled the ball gag from her mouth and stepped behind me, leaving me breathless and craving Yoshe even more intensely than before…

As they had done with Yoshe, Lori’s hands began to caress my body from my thighs to my breasts, her fingers knowing exactly how to elicit reactions from me that I wish Yoshe’s own hands had caused.

Swallowing hard and licking my lips, tasting the final remnants of Yoshe following Lori’s kiss, I opened my mouth to speak but suddenly felt Lori’s hand clamp over my lips before I could form a single word. Standing on her toes and pulling my head backwards so that it rested upon her shoulder, Lori brought her mouth to my ear and whispered an order that only I could hear…