From Jenny to Mei Ch. 15

Mei shook again as violently as before, a look of anger in her eye. Karla bent down to remove an ankle restraint and Mei tried to knee her in the shoulder but couldn't. She saw Mei shake her head no again and again. She got the message. If she freed her it would all be over. She started to realize the outlines of the test. She would be forced to join this S&M kink of theirs if she wanted Mei. This was some kind of initiation. Red painted her face when she thought of Philip, so seemingly charming and polite but just a sick fucking bastard controlling and perverting her sweet Mei Chun.

Mei was gesturing with bound hands above her head, miming and grunting for her to go to the table against the wall. She looked over, seeing the 'implements' he'd spoken of arrayed on the table like medieval torture tools with post it notes with numbers on them. She looked back at Mei. So beautiful with her hair down around her shoulders and a strand or two before her eyes. Mei still urged her forward.

They were laid out, left to right, one to eight. Number one was a riding crop, a cane shaft with a wound leather handle and a little black tab of folded leather. Two was a flog of perhaps twenty strips of leather bound to a thick leather handle. Each of the others some disgusting implement to inflict pain on her lover.

"I can't do this, Mei Chun," she looked at her in the ring of light, her heart weak and her stomach in knots.

Mei was looking at the table again and quickly back to her and again to the table. There was something else and Mei gestured with her chin, a string of drool swinging with the movement.

Karla saw the paper and picked it up.

"Have courage Karla. This is what I want. Don't fail me, don't end this for us. I love you." 'Your Mei Chun', was signed below.

"Oh Jesus, Mei." She let it fall and moved to stand before her. She kissed her cheek. "How could you let him do this to us, honey?"

Mei shook her head again, pushing her head away. An angry, insistent look in her eye.

"What?"

She now looked pleading, her shoulders sagged as though she were exasperated.

"Fuck. Ok. If he wants his little pervert show then he'll get it. He's got a camera here somewhere? He's probably in the basement somewhere jerking off. Right?"

Mei just looked at her, then shook her head.

Karla had to think. She saw water bottles on the bench next to some hand towels and went over to open one. He said something about love not being easy and about needing to know she loved her, about them worshiping her together. 'What a sick fuck.' But Mei... she was into this, Karla knew. It did something for her. Even she herself had said when they first met that she'd like to try a little taste of S&M in the right mood. But that was receiving, and not giving and not with fucking flogs and the shit laid out on the table.

Mei was whimpering, maybe crying, and the sound of it was breaking Karla's heart. Was she crying because Philip was doing this to her? Was it because she was failing his test and would be forbidden to see her again? That made her angry. She wished Philip were tied here. She'd have no reluctance to whip him, no hesitation whatsoever.

Maybe Mei wanted this? Maybe she didn't know her after all. Perhaps Mei had some hidden flaw that made her less of a person than she had thought. Or maybe she was the weak one, that really liberated people could whip each other and enjoy it, as fucked up as she thought that was.

She picked up the crop, put down the water bottle and turned back toward Mei. 'My god she is beautiful,' she thought. Even like this, stretched out on display, vulnerable and helpless. Bound and gagged, she still looked radiantly lovely in a new way. If this weren't a test. If it were just what she wanted and not some turn on for Philip it would be different. If it were Mei doing this, her way of giving to her, then she might learn to enjoy it. Then she wondered, 'Why did he leave? Why wasn't he here directing her, putting pressure on her to hit her?' That would certainly be more enjoyable for him. Make her get naked or put on some leather get up. Why had he left, and for the whole night? Surely he wanted both of them. She felt it at the restaurant. The way he looked at her like she was a cut of beef, judging her tenderness and desirability. That look always made her uncomfortable. What was she getting herself into? Was Mei worth it?

She approached her and said, "I won't do this for him. But I will for you."

Mei's eyes brightened, she nodded enthusiastically and made to speak but it sounded like a lisp, "es, es."

"Do you really want this, honey?" she asked, stroking her hair, hoping she'd say no. Hoping she could get her out of here and take her back to her place, Tim finding out or not.

Mei nodded strongly, with hope in her eyes. It was clear enough, even though, Karla thought, Philip was behind it.

She stepped back and tapped the whip against her calf, trying to determine how hard she could strike without causing too much pain. She found it made more noise than pain but pain was definitely there. She struck Mei gently on the thigh.

Mei was patient. Knowing it would take her time to work up her courage. She was passive and showing no reaction because the taps against her skin elicited none.

Karla moved to the side and noticed something she hadn't from the front. There was a thick chain on the crossbar above her head which ran down to a large stainless steal hook at her ass. It was like an impossibly large fish hook and she saw that it disappeared beneath her. And with a shock, realized the end of it was in her ass.

"Holy shit, Mei. Is that inside you?"

Mei nodded, looking over her shoulder and spoke something like, "Ipp E"

"Whip you?"

"Etss... Ipp E"

This was just fucking sick but she tapped the crop on her ass some more.

"O, ukinm Ipp E."

She wanted it harder so Karla struck her ass harder but sill timidly and the impact make no sound as it touched her.

Mei was loosing patience. They only had an hour and seven more implements to get through. She hopped up and down and screamed. "Arla. Ukinm Ipp e, od annit!"

The pressure was getting to her. This was it, she realized. This really was a test and she was failing. This was the moment to decide. Either Mei was being forced into this and in order to see her again she'd really have to whip her. Or Mei wasn't the sweet girl she wanted and she was just mistaken about loving her, in which case she'd go back to Tim and forget about this damaged freak of a girl.

Either way she was sick of it and brought the whip back and laid into her, striking her ass with a smack that reverberated through the room and echoed off the walls.

Mei's head jerked up, hair flying over her head, her ass shook, the chains rattled and a loud scream followed the crack of the impact.

Karla dropped the whip and stared. 'How could someone like that?' But she saw in Mei's eyes that she did. It was a revelation. Mei nodded slowly.

"Another one?" Karla asked with disgust and timidly picked it up. Mei nodded again slowly and with a burn behind her eyes that frightened Karla.

'Smack!'

"Ugghh. Essusss,"

Jesus, she really liked it.

"Arrger!"

Smack! On the ass again.

"Arrger!"

She struck again but hit the hook and the chain rattled and Mei stood more highly on her toes.

Karla moved to the other side. And gave her a harder one back handed on the other cheek. 'Smack!' Then another, 'Smack!'

"Essss!"

She was strangely gratified by Mei's obvious delight. It was so wrong to beat your lover, but what were you to do if they liked it like Mei did?

She came in front of Mei, held her in her arms and felt Mei's quivering body. She felt perfectly moulded to her. But Mei wouldn't let her rest and gestured again to the table.

Karla went over and started to understand her urgency. She'd figured they had to get through all eight items before the hour was up. Or something like that. And she'd been wasting time with her timidity and confusion.

She took the flog and returned and began to whip her torso. She started talking like she figured people did when they whipped each other. Maybe Mei would like that.

"So you like this, Mei?" 'Smack!' "Like me whipping you?" 'Smack!' They weren't hard blows but they were having their effect.

"I hate this honey." She leaned in and whispered quietly in her ear, "Mei Chun, he can't hear me. You have to tell me if this is really what you want. No bullshit. Tell me the truth." She leant back and looked in her eyes. Mei slowly and deliberately nodded her head. Karla leant back in, grasping Mei's lovely breast, soft and punctuated by a hard nipple at its center. "You must give me a sign when it's too much. Shake your head no when it's too much, honey. I can't bear the idea that I'm hurting you." She leant back, saw the gentle nodding of her head and stepped back.

She looked in her eye, keeping contact as she struck her across the midsection, then again on the other side. Each time the flog spoke the light in Mei's eyes flared.

Their locked eyes was a conduit through which Mei spoke to her. Each time her flesh burned Mei winced and corners of her eyes wrinkled in pain but the life in them surged. Karla felt each rush of Mei's excruciating ecstasy with a thrill as the blows rained down on her.

Mei lifted her chin and leaned forward and moaned with each strike. 'Finally,' Mei thought, 'finally she's getting it.' The blows felt so good against her skin, so sharp and real. They made her feel powerful and alive, ultimately sexy.

'Good god,' Karla shivered, a little jeark traveling up her spine with the realization, 'she honestly loves this. Maybe there's something to it after all,' she pondered and moved around to whip her ass.

"Do you," she asked during a pause, allowing the flog to lay slack in her hand and dangle against her jeans, "want me to call you slut or whore or something, Mei Chun?"

"Essss, eees."

Karla was unconsciously rotating the handle of the flog around in her hand. The perception hadn't reached her consciousness yet but she appreciated the quality of it and the heft.

"Mei Chun, your such a goddamn slut," 'Smack!'

Mei leapt with the thousand pinpricks of fire on her ass and felt the bulb on the end of the cold steal hook jiggle in her rectum.

"The shit that gets you off is just," 'Smack!' "so fucking sick," 'Smack!'

Those two were the best so far and Mei knew if Karla kept up this tempo for a dozen more strokes she'd be overwhelmed with a gigantic tsunami of an orgasm.

Close to her again, kissing her cheek, feeling the firmness of the ball pressing out against her lips she said, "am I doing this right, honey?"

Mei practically screamed, "Essss!" but wiggled and gyrated to get her attention. She motioned with her chin at the table and Karla understood.

Item three were nipple clamps and clothes pins. Karla hadn't seen them before but intuited what they were for and took them and a handful of pins.

"These go on your nipples right?" Mei nodded. They looked horrible but had little black rubberised tips that might make it less painful and a thumb wheel for tightening them. She dropped the pins and put one clamp in her mouth to hold as she fiddled with one at her breast, her hands shaking almost to the point of making them useless. Mei thought that was so sweet, it nearly brought a tear to her eye. She put it on gingerly, avoiding the pain to her but it kept falling off. "How do I... Oh," she said, "I see," and, "tell me if this hurts," missing the point for a moment. The third time it fell to the floor, Mei rolled her eyes like she was dealing with an idiot. She grunted, "iger," which Karla took to mean tighter, so she rolled the wheel with her finger till her nipple was smashed between the pincers and Mei moaned with obvious pleasure. Karla showed a nervous smile of triumph and gave it a tug and saw that it wasn't going anywhere. With more courage, she applied the next one, only dropping it twice.

"Goddamn it that looks painful," she said, smiling. "You are one kinky fucking bitch, Mei, and I love you." She gave her chin a bit if a lick and stepped back. "Want more of this?" She slapped the flog against her jeans, suddenly feeling overdressed and surprised at the feeling of power she had. "Want to see my tits, Mei?" Mei nodded enthusiastically. She dropped the flog. "Love my tits, don't you, baby?" She crossed her hands over her belly and grabbed both sides of her pink Victoria's Secret cami and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. She moved in and pushed her breasts together, pushing them toward her face on tip toe and Mei leant down as best she could to bury her face in her friends cleavage, wetting the tops with the spit hanging from the corners of her mouth. Karla reached back and undid the bra and let it fall away as Mei watched.

Karla bent down to retrieve the flog, her tits beautifully extending with gravity and bouncing back when she stood. They were spectacular breasts that filled Mei with an excitement that was so new to her. Pink nipples and wonderously dark red-brown areoles that needed her mouth on them.

"More? More of this my horny girlfriend?" 'Smack!' echoed in the room as Karla, finally getting into the spirit of the thing, giddy with the understanding of Mei's particular desires, whipped her thigh.

Mei's head jerked back again and Karla gave her two more with real feeling.

"Your such a kinky," 'Smack!' "fucking," 'Smack!' "little," 'Smack!' "slut, Mei! What are Philip and I going to do with you?" She didn't realize she said his name until the taste of it became apparent in her mouth, then she pushed it aside, not wanting to think about him.

"Ough. Essss!" Mei recoiled with each landing of the whip. Struggling to get free and rattling the chains that held her.

"Let's see what other things there are over here that will make you happy." She went back to the table and saw that number four was a wand massager. Not having Mei's experience with toys of this kind she didn't immediately realize it's function. However, after picking it up and seeing the orange extension cord and turning the switch, she got the idea. There was a hollow metal tube laying beside where it was and saw that the wand had a corresponding metal clamp on it with a small rod extending away from the business end of the thing. She brought them back to Mei and knelt. She figured out that the thin pipe inserted into a small bar clamped to the pipe Mei had her heals on and put it in. Then she put the wand's clamp into the other end and the rubber head was just a the height of her pussy.

"Oh, I see. Clever boy your master."

Being so close, smelling her pussy, Karla could not resist a lick. She took the wand off again and looked up. Mei's eyes were locked on hers. Karla made contact, paused and sniffed then sucked her entirely into her mouth, marveling at how wet she was. She felt her wet thighs on her cheeks, Mei evidently having been wet for so long she'd been oozing down her legs. Like this, Mei's soft pussy lips in her mouth, tasting her tangy cunt juices on her tongue, Karla didn't want to move. Mei's clit was hard against her tongue and she worried it with a few quick flicks and sucks. She wanted to make Mei come but didn't know how much time was left.

"I love to suck your pussy, Mei, but I'd better get on with the items." Mei nodded her agreement and Karla turned on the wand and pushed it against her vulva where it stayed.

Mei felt the welcome sensation and hoped Karla would get on with it before she came. It wouldn't take long.

"That thing work, Mei Chun?" She asked, genuinely curious.

Mei's half closed eyes and slow distracted nod told her it was quite effective. "Need more?"

Getting another indication, Karla returned to the table to get the next item, a wooden paddle. She took it, and the crop and without hesitation she returned and began to spank her ass hard.

"Your such a goddamn whore, Mei. Such a hopeless slut. So goddamn horny and twisted and fucked up!" The pounding she gave her took her right to the edge.

Karla dropped the paddle and took up the whip and beat her, forgetting all her previous hesitation and whipped her with gusto and passion. "You need it so bad baby." 'Smack!' 'Smack!'. "Need his cock up your ass." 'Smack!' 'Smack!'

Fuck, she was almost...

"Need my wet pussy grinding into your mouth." 'Smack!' Smack!' "Don't you slut?" The strikes were hot on her ass and Karla was standing to her side pulling on the nipple clamps, stretching them intolerably.

"Goddamn I love you, Mei," Karla whispered in her ear, whipping her ass the best she could and felt Mei shudder like she was being electrocuted, saw the orgasm in her eyes and licked the drool flooding out of her mouth.

Mei shook. Her knees couldn't hold her and let her weight be taken by her wrists and the hook in her ass, shoving it uncomfortably far into her. She forced her eyes to stay on Karla, her hair and shoulder then her eyes came into view and she saw the understanding and the love in her eyes.

"Yes come for me, Mei. Come goddammit." And she whipped her harder, driving the orgasm out of her, and shoved the wand against her cunt, propelling her higher.

Mei shook again and Karla bit her ear hard and it started an new wave to crash on her and possess her. It was so indescribably good, so consuming and perfect. She could go on, wanted to go on, desperate for more, more fire on her skin, more tumultuous ecstasy. But Karla was slowing. Had turned off the wand and was standing away looking at her, judging her condition. She moaned, too tired to give her an indication that she stopped too soon.

"Jesus Christ, Mei." She looked at her and dropped the whip. She was still shuddering every five seconds or so, head down, drool and hair pointing at the floor.

Mei looked up at her with a fire that filled Karla with wonder. 'Who the fuck was this girl? She wanted more! Holy shit.' Mei's bottomless lust for more awed her, filled her with equal measure of fear and admiration. Goddamn if Mei didn't have to have her kink. She had had no idea.

"You need more, Mei?" she asked with incredulity. Mei nodded as much from understanding that the test wasn't completed as the vague itching with in her that told her that more and better still needed to emerge and be set free.

Mei glanced at the table and Karla moved to see what was next on the list. Mei reflexively rocked against the wand.

Six and seven were weights for the clamps, which were now on the floor, having fallen off when Karla struck her breasts with the crop, and a rubber dildo attachment for the wand.

"Let's get these on you," she said and came back with the dildo pressed under her arm, still holding the crop. She gathered up the clamps and a hand full of clips. "Hold on," she said, now impatient to satisfy her, not wanting Mei's aroused state to cool.

She attached the clamps, now with steady determined fingers, then a few clothes pins to the sides of her breasts. She hung the weights on rings in the clamps and Mei groaned with the added pain.

"So many clips," she said and struggled to find a place for them all. She decided that she'd make a line of them descending along her belly to her crotch but there were still a lot left.

"Where do I put these?" she asked, looking up into Mei's drugged eyes but she was beyond speaking. So she put some down her thigh and then stopped. 'Her pussy, of course,' she thought, feeling stupid that it didn't occur to her. She took a slick and hairless outer lip between her fingers and carefully applied the pin. Mei squirmed and twisted her hips but Karla reached for another, then another until her pussy was covered by the primitive wooden clamps.

"God that's got to hurt," she said, marveling at the pain Mei could take. "You ok, baby?" she asked and got a muffled, "uh huh," in reply.