Cheryl's Passion Ch. 08

I couldn't help but think that Scarlett looked helpless and fetching as she was surrounded by uniformed security guards. She squirmed and got a distressed look on her face.

Her wrists were still handcuffed behind her back. Being bound in this fashion meant that her shoulders were pulled back and her breasts were thrust forward. It made her look more vulnerable, and when she squirmed, I felt she looked delicious and adorable.

The more she wiggled and struggled against the handcuffs, the more it seemed to broadcast how helpless she was. It was almost like she was trying to advertise the fact that she was a defenseless victim and that the security guards could do anything they wanted with her.

I was beginning to understand why April enjoyed making me helpless and punishing me. Scarlett was a very beautiful woman, however watching her squirm and writhe in helpless bondage, her beauty took on a whole new quality. She looked more feminine and I felt a strong desire to touch her. It was like she was sending out a telepathic message that she should be touched all over, that it was allowed, and even encouraged. It was incredibly suggestive, a sort of non-verbal communication that said, "touch me, use me, grope me, possess me, control me!"

Then Scarlett's lower lip quivered, and she got a throb in her throat when she said, "This is all a mistake. Please, I'm just a tourist. Be kind to me."

Then she gulped nervously and squirmed in such a way that she thrust her breasts out even more, and began to pant, causing her breasts to rise and fall in a very noticeable way.

It was quite a performance. She was broadcasting her helplessness, and her submissive nature so blatantly that it made me feel something sexual for her. I found myself pressing my naked body against the iron bars of my cell and leaning towards Scarlett, staring intently at her, waiting to see what would happen next.

With her chest thrust suggestively out, Scarlett's breasts were practically being offered up for the security guards to attend to. It was like Scarlett was begging the two authoritarian women to touch her. Of course, it was too perfect an opportunity to pass up, and the one named Eliza began to unbutton the front of Scarlett's shirt, while the one named Gina held onto Scarlett's arms and pulled them back even further.

When her dress shirt was unbuttoned all the way, Eliza reached her hand into the cups of Scarlett's bra and began to feel around. Scarlett's breasts were larger than mine, and more inviting I suppose. Eliza spent an inordinate amount of time feeling up the rounded globes inside of Scarlett's brassiere, and Scarlett was reacting to the way Eliza's hands were feeling her up. Her breathing became labored and she began to bite her lower lip.

"There is no contraband hidden in there," Eliza finally announced, after turning Scarlett into a panting, squirming, feverish mess.

"Can I go now?" Scarlett asked, her voice sounding tight with sexual distress and nervousness.

"No," Eliza said flatly, "Your strip search has just begun. There is much more to do before you can go."

Eliza removed Scarlett's shoes and then unzipped her skirt. Her skirt and her shoes were tossed onto the floor, about three feet away, and then Eliza hooked her fingers into the waistband of Scarlett's delicate, tiny panties.

Scarlett whimpered and then in a pleading tone of voice she said, "At least let me keep my panties! Please! I swear I'm not smuggling any drugs!"

It was quite an erotic performance. Scarlett was nearly naked, and the way she continued to squirm was seductive and tempting. I felt a familiar throb in between my thighs and watched intently as Eliza stripped away the flimsy garment that had been covering Scarlett's loins.

Scarlett moaned and writhed and stamped her bare feet once she was naked from the waist down. Eliza examined Scarlett's panties for any sign of contraband and then tossed them aside.

"So far, it appears you are innocent," Eliza said, "however, we still need to do body cavity search. Do not attempt to hinder us in our search or you will be punished."

Scarlett whimpered again and tossed her head from side to side. She was really adept at playing the poor, helpless victim. I could learn from her. I knew this was all an act, yet I could feel emotions stirring inside of me anyway.

Strangely, my emotions were a confused jumble. Part of me felt compassion for Scarlett, and a desire to protect her. But another part of me wanted to throw Scarlett on a nearby desk so I could sexually violate her repeatedly.

Like I said, she was a hell of a performer. She was getting quite an emotional reaction out of me.

Scarlett's wrists were unlocked from the handcuffs so that Eliza and Gina could finish stripping her. Once she was fully naked, she was ordered to bend over one of the office desks and spread her legs.

"Please," Scarlett begged, "Don't make me do this! This is humiliating! You've already stripped me naked! Isn't that bad enough?"

"American girl doesn't want us to explore her holes," Gina said flatly.

"We will probe her," Eliza assured her partner, "Some Americans just need more incentive to cooperate."

Scarlett was tall and graceful and somewhat athletic-looking, however, that didn't seem to matter. There was a high-pitched, feminine gasp of pain as Eliza twisted Scarlett's arm painfully behind her back and manipulated Scarlett's naked body quickly and easily. Within seconds Eliza was sitting in a chair and Scarlett was over her knee. Scarlett's ass was way up in the air and her face was about ten or eleven inches from the floor. The pose Scarlett had been forced into was suggestive, and it was pretty obvious what was going to happen to her next.

My heart beat madly in my chest as I surveyed the scene. Scarlett was an attractive woman with a perfectly-shaped ass and long, exquisite legs. Watching her squirm over Eliza's lap was causing the throbbing in my loins to intensify. I licked my lips and felt my breathing become labored.

Which did I want more? Did I want to watch Scarlett get spanked over Eliza's lap? Did I want Scarlett over my lap? Or did I want Eliza to throw me over her lap and spank me until tears wear streaming down my face?

I was conflicted. Up until that point I had only ever wanted to be the submissive victim in these BDSM scenarios. I had never considered that some sort of erotic joy might be found in victimizing somebody else.

There was suddenly a loud crack as Eliza's hand came down upon Scarlett's unprotected ass for the first time. Scarlett closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth and tensed up. She seemed determined not to scream, however by the third or fourth swat to her bare bottom she was sobbing and making inarticulate screams.

I watched as Scarlett squirmed across Eliza's lap and kicked her long, exquisite legs. Is that what I looked like when April spanked me? When Stefania spanked me? If it was, I could understand the appeal. Scarlett's squirming, writhing and kicking seemed utterly seductive and erotic. It was almost a dance, although it was more erotic and suggestive than any dance I'd ever seen before. Poor Scarlett was naked, humiliated and suffering the stinging pain of Eliza's right hand, however her naked writhing, contorting and squirming seemed utterly and shamelessly sexual to me.

I couldn't help but admire the seductive beauty of it all. As Scarlett was being mercilessly punished over Eliza's lap, she seemed utterly feminine, and I felt an agonizing wave of desire passing through me as I watched. My nipples grew so hard that they ached, and my sex throbbed with hungry spasms. I wanted to touch the most heated parts of my anatomy and regretted the fact that my wrists were bound behind my back.

I got an erotic thrill from being punished, abused, used and controlled, but apparently, I could get an erotic thrill from watching someone like Scarlett being punished, used and controlled as well. The gasping and sobbing sounds Scarlett made as her bare bottom was abused and turned pink (and then red) sounded sexy and inviting. I loved hearing her make those noises.

When Eliza finished punishing Scarlett's innocent buttocks I felt a tingle of disappointment. I had been subjected to corporal punishment many times before, however, this was my first time as a spectator, witnessing an attractive female being spanked. I had enjoyed it far more than I would ever expected I could, and I would have liked for it to go on and on, and allowed me to savor it much longer.

"Will you spread your legs now for us, and cooperate with cavity search," Gina asked sternly, "or do you wish to continue to be troublesome?"

I pressed my breasts against the bars of my prison cell and rubbed my thighs together. The throbbing in my sex was intense and I hoped Scarlett would refuse to cooperate with her cruel captors so that her intimate punishment could continue.

I felt somewhat guilty for having those thoughts, but apparently there were two side to my BDSM coin. I enjoined being punished, abused, humiliated and controlled, but apparently, I was also something of a voyeur and I liked to witness other attractive women as they were stripped naked, punished, abused and controlled.

It was confusing, but something I didn't need to analyze and understand right away.

In the end, Scarlett told her cruel captors that she would cooperate. She bent over and spread her legs indecently wide and waited for her European jailors to explore her most intimate orifices. Both of the women wearing security officer uniforms snapped on latex gloves, but before they could probe Scarlett's vulnerable anus and vagina, the director interrupted them.

"Hold up, ladies," he said, "You've got her face towards the camera. Could you turn her around? I want a shot of her backside for when you do the cavity search."

So, the videotaping of Scarlett's abuse was paused while she was positioned with her ass facing the main camera. Then, a secondary camera was set up near the prison cell. This was so they could film Scarlett in profile and capture her facial expressions as her holes were probed.

I was somewhat disappointed at this development. Scarlett had a truly beautiful ass, and they way they had her turned around I couldn't see it at all. They had Scarlett leaning over a desk with her breasts squashed underneath her and her chin very nearly resting on the desk's wooden surface. I had a good view of Scarlett's face, arms, shoulders and hands, but the most intimate parts of her anatomy were hidden from me.

I got a good view of Scarlett's face, and there were delicious facial expressions that conveyed fear, trepidation and embarrassment as her anus and vagina were thoroughly and excessively probed by latex-clad fingers that were forced deep inside of her. Scarlett gasped, panted and whimpered all through the body cavity search, but I was more interested in staring at her perfectly-shaped buttocks and long legs, than staring at her face.

I mean, Scarlett has a very pretty face. She has high cheekbones, long eyelashes, perfectly smooth skin, full, pouty lips and her face expresses emotions extraordinarily well, however, I was really hoping to stare at her firm, toned, perfectly-shaped ass for a while longer.

Oh well, such is the life of a BDSM model. The director tells everyone where to stand, how to pose, and you just must accept whatever you're told.

The way Scarlett whimpered and panted while strong, insistent fingers were shoved deep and twisted around inside her most sensitive orifices had a blatantly sexual effect on me. There was an aching in my loins and Scarlett's sounds of helplessness, humiliation and surrender just made the aching in my loins ever worse. I was really getting an education in why April enjoying punishing me and making me helpless. There was an intoxicating sort of magic that went along with Scarlett's performance. I was helplessly drawn to Scarlett's plight, almost as if I were under a spell. I couldn't have stopped watching if you paid me.

I got so wrapped up in enjoying Scarlett's performance that I totally lost track of everything else. The director said something at some point about me, and I was roused from musings about Scarlett when I heard my name mentioned.

"What?" I said stupidly, and next thing I knew, Gina and Eliza were unlocking the door to the cell and dragging me out.

Apparently, I had missed some important dialog, and I was supposed to get spanked for some reason. One of my wrists was uncuffed and within seconds my hands were bound in front of me.

The classic way to handcuff a slave is with her hands behind her back, however, if you're going to spank her, it's better to bind her hands in front of her. That way she can't use her hands to protect her buttocks during the spanking.

Only a few minutes earlier I had been thinking that I wanted to be thrown over somebody's lap and spanked until hot, wet tears were rolling down my face. It was almost like the gods had heard what I was thinking and arranged matters for me.

I ended up over Gina's lap, with my ass up in the air, and my hands placed palm down on the floor. I'd been spanked many times before, however my heart always speeds up dramatically right before a spanking. I'm not certain if this is a fear-reaction or a sexual-excitement reaction. Honestly, it feels like it could be a combination of both.

Gina was cruel and methodical in the way she spanked me. She would bring her hand down on the same spot repeatedly, stinging my naked skin more and more each time, and then moving on to another part of my buttocks to start over.

I had been given a safe word before this video session began. I could have used it at any time to stop the spanking, however, I didn't like safe words. I liked feeling helpless and vulnerable, and the use of safe words just gave me too much control. I resolved not to use my safe word unless there was a real medical emergency.

Gina continued to assault my poor innocent buttocks until every inch of my butt cheeks were glowing red-hot with pain. Then her cruel hand slapped down upon the taut, naked flesh on the backs on my thighs.

I knew from experience that it hurt worse to get spanked on the backs of my thighs, but I still resolved not to use my safe word. I squirmed, kicked, sobbed, cried out in pain and my face was soaking wet from the tears that I shed, but I never uttered my safe word. I had told Scarlett that I had a very high pain tolerance, and I intended to prove it.

"I think perhaps the American has learned her lesson," Gina said after she had finished abusing my innocent bottom, but I was just barely able to hear her. My sobbing worked to mask the sound of her voice.

My backside was red-hot and stinging by the time Gina ceased swatting my unprotected hindquarters. The pain was incessant, and I knew I was going to be suffering during my long commute home. Sitting down on my cruelly abused bottom for that long commute home was going to leave me in miserable pain for hours.

"Let us see how penitent the American girls are," Eliza said. Then she stood very close to me and asked, "Will you be obedient American girls, and do everything you are told?"

Scarlett immediately answered in the affirmative. It took me approximately two seconds longer to answer, but I also swore that I would be obedient and do whatever the stern, authoritarian security guards told me to do.

"This is good," Eliza said, cupping my chin in her hand and lifting my face up. The cameraman gave her a thumbs-up gesture, indicating that this was a good move on her part. I suppose he wanted to get a good shot of my face for the camera.

"As government employees, we do not get paid very much," Eliza said. "We work long hours and are given very little reward for all the hard work we do. I have therefore decided that the two of you shall entertain us. It will bring some joy into our lives, to be entertained by American girls."

My wrists were unlocked from their stainless-steel bondage, and then; much to my surprise; Eliza said that she wanted Scarlett and I to have sex with each other, while she and her partner watched. At first, I didn't think that this sounded very much like the sort of thing a cruel mistress would do during a B&D session with two submissive females.

Then, it occurred to me that the characters Scarlett and I were playing were probably heterosexual and would be very squeamish about having lesbian sex with each other. They'd probably feel embarrassed and humiliated. And having two Dragostian security guards witnessing their humiliation would probably make things even more awkward and embarrassing for them.

I approached Scarlett hesitantly and tried to act nervous and embarrassed about embracing Scarlett's naked body. I slowly inched forward for a tentative kiss.

The kiss was hesitant and seemed to lack confidence. I felt that it was exactly the sort of kiss that an American tourist who was being coerced to have lesbian sex for the first time would give.

And then; much to my amusement; Scarlett pressed her body close to mine, eased her mouth near my left ear and whispered, "Is this your first time being with a woman?"

I immediately understood why she thought it might be my first time, and very nearly burst out laughing. A smirk formed on my face and I whispered back, "No. I've been with several different women. However, I thought that maybe this might be the first time for the character that I'm playing."

I think it took Scarlett a few seconds to understand what I was trying to tell her, but she finally got it, smiled and said, "Ah. In that case, good job. You've got excellent acting skills. I was totally convinced."

"Hey," Eliza snapped at the two of us, "I ordered you to entertain us! Be less boring, and more entertaining!"

At those words, Scarlett covered my mouth with hers and proceeded to kiss me passionately. The kiss was heated and urgent, and I reflexively melted into it. She pressed her body into mine as her tongue probed into my mouth. Her tongue was warm, and the skin of her naked body was feverishly hot. Scarlett's sexual passion was contagious and soon I was moaning into her mouth as we kissed.

I don't know if it was Scarlett's naked body pressed against mine, or the beautiful urgency of her kisses, but I felt delicious tingles running across my skin.

I forgot all about the cameras and the director, and I even forgot about Eliza and Gina. The whole world seemed to melt away, except for Scarlett. She was warm and beautiful and the things she was doing to me with her hands, her lips and her tongue were delicious and addictive.

And when I was nearly breathless and gasping, Scarlett's mouth separated from mine and she held me close in such a way that her breasts could press against mine.

Scarlett has beautiful breasts and they felt wonderful against my bare skin. They were warm and soft and the friction of her flesh against mine caused more tingly feelings. I began to pant and soon I could feel a throbbing in my nipples that echoed the throbbing in my sex. I was feverish with sexual need, luckily, I had a warm, willing and beautiful young woman in my arms to help deal with that.

Apparently, Scarlett believed I should deal with her sexual needs, before anything was done to assist me. She placed her hands on my bare shoulders and gently pushed me down, until I was on my knees. Once I was kneeling, Scarlett's swollen, inflamed pubic lips were right in front of my face. It didn't take a genius IQ to figure out what I was supposed to do next.

Scarlett's pink, puffy labia were cute, however her delicious, flat belly and firm, athletic thighs were cute too. Everything looked so delicious, and I began to place loving kisses on her beautiful thighs and tight, flat stomach before I began to lavish any attention on swollen labia.