An Interview with Charity DeSade

The bound woman's lips curled into a Mona Lisa smile as she deliberately shifted so the fire swallowed her entire nipple, piercing and all. Arin instinctively yanked the lighter back and let go of the trigger.

"Damn, girl!"

Trina's laugh was musical. She looked from one breast to the other. Apparently satisfied they'd survive, she looked up at Arin. "So, now that you've lived up to the 'Charity DeSade' reputation, how about the fuck of your life?"

Arin couldn't help but look at the woman's naked curves and imagine them pressed against her, but she was going to be damned if she let Trina know that. She started untying her. "Oh, I doubt you'll be that, but we can find out..."

Free of the rope, Trina stood. Before Arin could stop her, Trina grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her in for a deep, passionate, kiss. Arin couldn't help but respond. Their breasts crushed together as their lips melded and their tongues danced. It wasn't until Arin felt her legs start to wobble that she grabbed Trina by the arms and pushed her back. "Later," she gasped.

Trina just laughed again and took a step back toward Arin. She was just an inch or two taller than the superstar. When their nipples brushed, Trina's her eyes moved from Arin's face to her chest, as if she could read the smaller woman's desire. She cupped one of Arin's breasts and pushed it up. When the raspberry nipple pointed up at her mouth, she drew it slowly between her lips.

Despite a burning need to pull Trina back onto the bed on top of her and let her devour her breasts and more, Arin pushed her back again. "The way I see it, I haven't even filled one of the fur coat's pockets yet." Her voice was huskier than she intended, giving her passion away. "Besides, I want to make sure you have a real story to sell to the tabloids." She looked pointedly at Arin's newly-pierced breast. Tiny pools of blood welled around both sides of the safety pin.

"Now, unless you want me to use that fireplace lighter some more, turn around."

Trina all but spun in place, anticipating Arin's plans by holding her wrists together behind her. Arin watched the woman's bottom jiggle as she tied her again. Once she was done, she gave it a sharp slap and squeeze with one hand as she toyed with her own nipple with the other.

Covering her renewed sense of horny with an air of uncaring brutality, Arin snagged both of Trina's nipples by their metal decorations and dragged her around to one side of the bed. Once there, she gave her captive a light push. The back of Trina's calves struck the mattress and she dropped back onto her bottom, sitting just below the solid wood crossbeam that framed the bed.

Ignoring the droplets of blood that had begun wending their way through the tight maze of crevices below Trina's new holes, Arin took the rope and grabbed a handful of Trina's left tit. Trina watched through half-lidded eyes as Arin began wrapping the rope around her breast's base. Her breath quickening as Arin brutally twisted and squeezed the soft mound, yanking each loop as hard as she could until it bulged, swollen and tight, from Trina's chest. By the time she finished with the other breast and tied the rope off, both of Trina's tits swelled angrily past the loops and had started turning purple.

When even Arin's deliberate cruelty drew little more than an occasional frown, she tossed the end of the rope up from between Trina's ballooning breasts and ran it over the bed's high, cedar crossbeam. She couldn't remember the number of wrists that had been bound to the rustic log, hers included. These breasts were going to be a first. As she started pulling the rope, she looked at the safety pin - another first. She looked down for a moment at her own small titties and wondered what it might be like. When she glanced back up, Trina was watching her, that mischievous gleam in her eye. Though Arin's pussy reacted again, clenching and wet, a flash of irritation drove her on.

With a brutal tug, Arin pulled on the rope so hard Trina's rear came off the bed. The trussed woman hung by her breasts for several excruciating eye-blinks before her body weight stretched the rope enough that her butt pressed back into the mattress. Arin hauled again, putting all her weight into lifting her latest conquest. Faced with the threat of being hung by her boobs, Trina pushed up with her legs to offset the pressure. Arin heaved again, drawing the woman up onto her toes.

Trina groaned when Arin dropped to her knees and literally lifted her off the floor. She caught the mattress with a foot and pushed. It seemed she was trying less to support herself and more to hold herself up while the smaller woman wrestled with the overly long rope until she'd finally tied a couple of decent knots around the heavy timber beam.

By the time Charity DeSade was done, the balls of Trina's feet were all that touched the floor. Her breasts bore the brunt of her weight. Even though it had to hurt, her tightly closed eyes and soft moaning suggested pleasure, if not delight. Arin stared at Trina, and especially at her bulbous breasts. They looked like purpling melons, dark, round, shining, and threatening to burst. Only her nipples jutted from the drawn flesh, and even they were not nearly so long as before.

In a way, Arin was jealous. True, she'd planned to take advantage of her latest visitor. That was the whole reason for the furs to begin with. But, lately, it didn't seem quite fair. She was the star, after all. She should be the one tied helpless and getting all the attention. It should have been her tits bulging while someone else ate her out, teased and tormented her until she came. She glanced down at her chest - not that anyone could do the same kind of things to her she did to the big-breasted groupies she played with.

A voice interrupted her thoughts. "Untie my hands."

Arin looked up to find Trina looking the same place she'd been looking, at her small breasts. She started to get embarrassed, angry, but then their eyes met and the other woman's voice took on a note of sincerity it had lacked before.

"Trust me, Arin. Untie my hands."

Arin hesitated, reluctant to give the other woman any control. But she knew in her heart, and everywhere else, that's exactly what she wanted. With a quiet nod, she untied Trina's wrists.

As soon as she was free, Trina grabbed one of the long rope tails. There was easily enough rope left to tie Arin up a couple of times over. Barely balancing on the pads of her toes, Trina swayed a second, her breasts the only thing holding her up. They were a glossy, plum-colored purple now, and her nipples hardly stood out from the rest.

After a deep breath, she caught her balance. "Stand in front of me and hold your arms up."

Arin thought Trina was going to tie her wrists to the bed frame. They'd been tied there often enough. Instead, as soon as the rock star's hands were high, Trina wound the rope around Arin's chest, snugging it just over the underside of her breasts at the base. Trina wrapped another loop above that one. The third loop went above the smaller woman's breasts, as did the fourth. Trina worked quickly, surprisingly well-versed in what she was doing. For the first time since she started playing these games, Arin had given up all pretense of control. She was content to feel the pressure as her small tits bulged from between the ropes and anxious to see what else Trina was going to do.

Wasting no time, her guest drew the rope under and around the loops just outside Arin's right breast. She then grabbed the small mound of flesh, squeezing it in her palm and twisting it as she started looping the rope beneath the loops and around the avocado-sized ball. At first, the pain was minor - a pleasant crushing feeling at worst - but Trina dug her fingers in and cinched the second loop hard, pulling both it and the first loop tight, like a boa crushing its prey. Arin gasped and bit her lip, determined not to make any sound.

Trina smiled and yanked the third and final loops even harder. By the time she'd circled Arin's left breast once, the first was already the same color as Trina's and it throbbed with a wonderful intensity that made Arin's pussy tingle. Less than a minute later, Trina tied the rope off on the outside of Arin's left breast and reached for the piece that had formerly bound her wrists.

Now that her own breasts were tied as tightly, Arin marveled - between deep breaths - that Trina could force herself to get to the rope. The pressure on her breasts had to have been agonizing as she leaned, fingers grasping, until she just managed to snag the cord from off the blue silk bedspread with her long, manicured fingernails. After Trina pulled herself back up using the rope that ran up to the beam from her own breasts, she looped the loose cord between Arin's breasts and threw the end up over the crossbeam beside hers.

After she caught it, she paused and gently caressed both of Arin's darkening plums. "Are you ready?"

Arin's heart raced. Her tits felt hot, and the steady throbbing was growing stronger. It was a dull, all-encompassing, wonderful pain that made them sensitive to the slightest touch. Though she wasn't at all certain she'd be able to stand being hung the same way Trina was, her pussy told her she wanted nothing more than to try.

A slight nod was the best she could manage.

Trina trailed her long fingernails across Arin's nipples, distracting her just as she started to pull. Unlike her own recent experience, Trina tugged slowly, letting Arin feel the pressure as it first tightened around her chest and then centered on her breasts. Arin took a couple of quick baby steps as the rope pulled her in line with the beam. Her toes touched Trina's and the tops of her large plums brushed the undersides of Trina's purple melons. She'd rubbed boobs with countless women before, but there was something about the feel of their bound breasts colliding that sent a shiver straight to her tingling pussy. She dropped a hand to it. Her clit was wet, very wet, hard and tingling. It reacted immediately to her touch. Her lips parted in a quiet gasp - which was when Trina's mouth enveloped hers.

Though their first kiss had been great, this one literally took Arin's breath away. It was hungry, hard, and genuine. Trina's lips devoured hers, and the tip of her tongue explored Arin with a passion Arin had never known. For a moment, Arin's hand became trapped between Trina' thigh and her own sopping folds. She pulled it free and closed her eyes, all but forgetting about her aching breasts as the assault of pleasure robbed her of thought. Her pussy pressed against the other woman's warm, firm flesh. Its lips shifted over the muscular leg as Trina lifted her from the floor.

It wasn't until she felt Trina break the kiss that Arin realized her feet were well off the ground and Trina had pulled the rope again, taking up the slack. Arin felt her eyes grow wide as the other woman let her slide down her leg until there was nothing left to support her but the rope harness around her chest, a harness anchored around her exploding breasts.

She opened her mouth to protest, but she couldn't make the sounds come out. Trina's fingers trailed down Arin's tight belly and into her pussy. At the same time, she took the smaller of Arin's breasts almost completely in her mouth, enveloping it like she would have a large lemon. Her lips and tongue moved all over Arin's burning flesh, soothing it as her fingertips explored. Arin thought about grabbing the rope and supporting herself just a bit to take some of the pressure off of her aching tits, but her hands wouldn't cooperate. She found Trina's breasts instead. Her fingers closed around the cool, firm, round balloons.

She was just getting into squeezing them when Trina's fingers pinched her clitoris. At the same time, the girl's teeth bit into the side of a fruity breast. She responded with a muted moan, pushing both her chest and her pussy at Trina for more. Trina's laugh was muffled as she used her free hand to spanked Arin's bottom with a loud smack. Arin felt her nipples react, getting even harder despite how tightly her breasts were tied. Apparently, Trina saw them, too, as the next stinging spank was accompanied by a wickedly painful nip on a stiff bud itself. Under other circumstances, the sharp pain might have shut her down, but the clit pinch had turned into an expert massage, and Arin's cry became another wanting moan.

It wasn't long before Arin's bottom felt like it was on fire, with each open-palmed blow making it jiggle. Her breasts ached and burned as badly as her bottom, throbbing beyond anything she had ever known. They were being crushed, not only because of the binding, but because Trina had become so relentless in biting them like the plums they resembled that she'd left several sets of bruising teeth marks. Still, Trina's fingers turned every sensation into ecstatic pleasure. She made Arin the center of her world despite the fact that her own cold and twilight-colored breasts had to have been pounding in agony.

By the time Trina shoved her thigh back between Arin's legs, the smaller woman's orgasm was inevitable. Trina dug both hands into Arin's bottom, burying her fingernails, gouging skin as she slid Arin up her muscular leg until Both pussies crushed against each other's thigh. Arin followed her lover's lead and filled her hands with Trina's ass. The women pulled each other closer, pushing up for even more leverage. As their bound breasts crushed together, she attacked Trina's mouth with hers, willing the woman to suck her breath away.

As they writhed together, Arin's pussy clenched and the first wave of climax took her. She heard Trina's moans mingle with her own and knew, despite the wonderful torment, the sound was driven by pleasure.

They thrashed together until both their orgasms ebbed. Then they hung in each other's arms when they were done. Eventually, after catching her breath, Arin looked at Trina. Her head lolled against Arin's shoulder and her lips curled into a cat-like smile. Arin looked further down and saw four dark breasts mashing together. She brushed a palm across the front of one of the larger, dark blue ones. It was cold and there was little definition at its tip except for the safety pin. Trickles of fresh blood smeared across her palm.

"So, do I get the job?" Trina's voice was exhausted and hoarse, but still as playful.

Arin fingered the safety pin as she closed her eyes. She smiled as she laid her cheek on her lover's shoulder. Her own voice sounded quite the same. "Oh, I think I can make room, but it'll take the whole weekend to discuss terms." Thinking about the other things she planned to do, she grazed a palm down Trina's back and lightly squeezed her warm bottom.

Trina's hand did the same, and he lips brushed Arin's neck. "Oh, I think I can live with that."