Paradice Lost Pt. 02: Sabine Night

With that, Laura felt Gabrielle's ethereal hand disappear from between her legs. Despite herself, she immediately voiced displeasure and writhed in her restraints. Her thighs flared in clear longing. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Laura inhaled sharply as she felt two fingers slide effortlessly into her soaked pussy. The fingers explored further and further until an outstretched thumb found Laura's clit and began kneading it slowly. Laura couldn't help herself, she cocked her hips to lean into their caress as much as she could. She could feel her need building irresistibly inside her. Dancing unseen, Gabrielle's fingers soon had Laura dancing on the edge of her own ecstasy.

"Do you need me to climax, Laura?" Gabrielle asked again.

"Mmmm, nuh-uhmm!" Laura gasped desperately, her mind clouded. She cried out when she felt the fingers leave her body abruptly, struggling in vain to finish what they started. Laura was in over her head. The Dice Game involved restraints and gags and blindfolds and vibrators of nearly every design, but neither Cheri nor Gwen had tied Laura up and personally teased her before. Their hands had never so attentively caressed her thighs and breasts before, nor massaged her clit until she wanted to scream from the pleasure. Yet Gabrielle now did all of those things and more to Laura's helpless body, building her arousal until she shook from anticipation and need, and then letting her wave recede despite anything Laura tried to prevent it. It was teasing of a kind Laura had dreamed of but never experienced. Brutus could tease her, make her want orgasm, but Laura had never before felt a climb quite like Gabrielle's passionate touch, nor such a fall as when she took it away. And every time she did, Gabrielle asked again.

To Laura's credit, she resisted Gabrielle's temptation for quite a while. But when Gabrielle's body disappeared from the bed, only for Laura to feel a pair of lips blowing softly against her thigh, her walls crumbled. After an innocent kiss just above Laura's mound, Gabrielle's hot tongue slowly pressed into her and Laura let out a guttural moan as never before. She wanted to refuse her captor, but within seconds Laura found herself in lockstep with every twitch of Gabrielle's lips. The tongue drilled and swirled inside and her clitoris threatened mutiny. Soon Gabrielle bore down on it and sucked intently. Laura's desperate moans filled the room and beyond. When Gabrielle decided Laura could withstand no more, she asked again: "Do you need me, Laura?"

Panting, Laura finally relented.

"Uh...uh-huh."

Gabrielle smiled knowingly. "Good girl."

Without another word, Laura felt the magical tongue embrace her again. Laura could not contain herself any longer.

"Mmmph...mmmmph...Gwmmmph...mmmmph..."

Gabrielle found a rhythm and let Laura sink into it. She didn't immediately force orgasm upon Laura but let it brew within. After a minute or so, Gabrielle withdrew a little, the tip of her tongue lightly tracing Laura's sex until the suspense became maddening. Then, when Laura's frantic moans finally placated her, Gabrielle bore down. Her lips sealed around Laura's throbbing clit and trapped it with a flicking and kneading tormentor. Laura immediately spiraled into orgasm.

"MMMMmmm. Mmmm-Gwmmm...ummmmm Gwmmmmph. Gwmmmph!"

Laura would never admit it to anyone, but the Dice Game had never given her an orgasm quite like this. Panting and glistening on the bed, Laura soon felt Gabrielle climbing to embrace her, a solitary hand embracing Laura's breast amorously.

"You are a lovely toy, Laura," Gabrielle said at last, "and I zink you enjoyed yourself a little, non?"

Laura groaned, remembering at last where she really was. She shifted uncomfortably against the fabric of Gabrielle's dress, wishing she could free herself. Gabrielle removed the blindfold. Laura blinked to try and adjust to the light of the room.

"I zink our guest enjoyed your little show, as well."

Laura lifted her head to see Gwen in the corner of the room, still bound in her chair from dinner. Her eyes were wide and if not for the gag, her mouth would probably have hung open in astonishment.

Laura's entire body turned scarlet and her eyes welled. Thrashing her head back against the mattress, she gave a wail and wished she could sink down through the floor, never to be seen again. She turned to Gabrielle, who grinned beside her, and hurled several unintelligible curses at her.

"Be proud, Laura," Gabrielle taunted, rising off the bed, "Gwen and I are already getting to know you much better. And after ze night I have in store for you, I zink, you two will be even better friends."

Gabrielle disappeared from the room, leaving both bound women to stare at each other. Gwen was clearly shocked but difficult to read. Had she heard Gabrielle force out the truth? Laura didn't think so, but Gwen had clearly seen something completely new. Was Gwen angry that Laura had given in?

The topic left Laura's mind when Gabrielle returned with Marshall, Gwen's counterpart to Brutus and Mr. Snuggles. She set the periwinkle toy next to Laura's pink version, and both she and Gwen grew nervous. They stared at the toys while Gabrielle disappeared again and returned with an assortment of straps and ropes, plus a bottle of lubricant.

Laura struggled in vain as she watched Gabrielle spread lube liberally on Brutus before descending on her helpless body. The largest phallus on Brutus slid eagerly into her, while the fat plug for her ass required a bit of persuasion before Laura's muscles tightened automatically around its thin base. Gabrielle nestled the innocent looking nub directly against Laura's clit before tying a rope around Laura's waist and feeding it through her crotch to hold Brutus in place (though the anal plug pretty much did that anyway).

Being exhausted, Laura's ineffectual attempts at resistance did not stop her wrist cuffs from being re-locked in front of her. Her legs were released only to have Gabrielle cuff and lock her ankles together. Laura was placed on her side on the bed with her wrists lashed to the slats of the headboard while her ankles were tied to a bottom corner of the bed.

Gwen was next. She was feistier but still no match for Gabrielle. She soon found herself bent over the bed, struggling as she felt Marshall sliding into place between her legs. Methodically, Gwen's bondage was modified so that she, too, had her wrists and ankles locked together in cuffs before she joined Laura on the bed. The two, still gagged, watched each other as Gabrielle secured Gwen's bound limbs to the bedframe, exchanging occasional sympathetic groans and apprehensive looks.

"You two are so close already, I know you will appreciate each ozzer's company in ze night," Gabrielle said playfully as she plugged both vibrators into the wall. Reappearing with more straps, she turned Gwen and Laura so that they faced each other and pushed their bodies close despite the pull of their limbs toward the corners of the bed. Laura's eyes followed Gabrielle pleadingly, but her only acknowledgment was a knowing look. Gabrielle had no qualms about torturing Laura with her secret, even if she didn't expose it.

Using the straps, Gabrielle bound both women tightly together at the knee, upper thigh, waist, and just above their breasts. Gwen and Laura pressed into each other in a strange embrace, each engulfed in the feeling of the others' skin and jointly aware of even the slightest breath or twitch. Their gagged lips occasionally brushed and Laura was petrified that Gwen might feel her kettle drum of a heartbeat.

Gabrielle disappeared. Gwen, who faced in the proper direction, raised her head to see her keeper sitting at Laura's desk chair, typing at the computer. A moment later Gabrielle brought the computer over to the nightstand and placed it, lid closed, next to the struggling pair. A USB microphone was plugged in and placed on the mattress just above their heads well out of reach.

"When Cheri told me, I 'ad never seen such a zing as 'er Mr. Snuggles. I 'ad to find out about it and found zem for sale online. I read about zem and learned 'ow easy it is to program zeir app to operate multiple toys at once."

Both girls gulped. Marshall and Brutus, like Mr. Snuggles, were typically controlled via an app on their phone or laptop. This was wonderful when the user had control of the app. But, as these women both knew, when another person controlled their vibrator, the results could be interesting.

"I need to rest well tonight and must 'ave peace and quiet," Gabrielle explained wickedly, "when ze microphone picks up noise tonight, any noise at all, one of your toys will turn on for a short time. Perhaps it will be Marshall"—she stroked Gwen's trembling cheek—"or perhaps it will be Brutus. It is random."

The two women were lucky that Gabrielle hadn't started the program yet, for they had trouble accepting this quietly. Gabrielle patiently let them tire themselves out with an amused grin on her face, clearly impressed by her ingenuity.

"So naughty, girls," Gabrielle chortled, "I 'oped such measures would not be necessary, but zey clearly are."

They both groaned as Gabrielle made her final adjustments, then returned with two satin blindfolds. Gwen was first, the soft material wrapping snugly over her eyes. Laura watched her friend disappear to darkness, her beautiful features obscured and contorted by her bondage. Laura gazed longingly for a moment, then looked up to see Gabrielle's beaming face towering above them. Laura met her captor's eyes pleadingly, shaking her head softly from side to side. But Gabrielle nodded resolutely, and as the inevitable darkness fell Laura knew the night would be a long one.

"Because I am so nice, your toys will be gentle wiz you ze first time zey are activated," Gabrielle warned them, tossing a blanket over them both, "After zat, you will be brought to orgasm every time. Your toys 'ave been used enough so zey know what you like, non? I 'ope you can climax quietly, or zey may not stop."

Both Gwen and Laura cried out indignantly at this, but Gabrielle simply wished them goodnight and flipped the switch on the microphone. Gwen and Laura instantly fell into imposed silence. Satisfied, Gabrielle switched off the lights and left the room, closing the door behind her with a soft thud. Laura shook as she felt Gwen erupt next to her. The door had evidently tripped the microphone and Marshall promptly burst to life between her legs. Gwen breathed heavily and squirmed as all three vibrators worked their magic. Within seconds Gwen was panting, and after a minute Laura could feel her grinding against her toys. Gwen clearly wanted to scream to the heavens but was trying with all her might to remain quiet. Consumed by her reluctant pleasure, a soft squeak soon escaped Gwen's gagged lips. Instantly, Laura inhaled sharply as Brutus sprang to life inside her. Their bodies contorted together against the straps for a moment before Gwen's finally relented. Swimming in lustful thoughts of her companion, Laura steeled herself as best she could from the onslaught, wondering how the hell Gabrielle could call these settings gentle. Eventually Brutus relented without a single sound from Laura. She and Gwen lay there in silence, their warm bodies caressing each other with every breath.

Laura wanted so badly to speak to Gwen, to reassure her friend and herself. But it was Gwen who comforted her when Laura felt her friend's soft cheek reaching out to nuzzle her affectionately. It was pure friendship, but Laura couldn't help but fantasize that it was much more.

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In contrast, Cheri's evening was quite uneventful. She remained gagged and bound to the dining room chair, looking ridiculous in her shower cap and wondering what the others were doing. Laura disappeared, and later Gwen, and when Gabrielle returned she was very much alone. Cheri watched apprehensively as Gabrielle sat next to her.

"It is exhausting, putting ze others to bed," Gabrielle mused, taking Cheri's chin in her hand to meet her eyes. "I 'ope zey rest well, as we will 'ave so much to do tomorrow."

Cheri groaned, but Gabrielle just mused, "I 'ave to be so strict with zem. I do not want zat with us, Cheri. Come to bed wiz me."

It sounded like a request but, of course, it wasn't. Released from the chair and her ankle restraints, Cheri was taken from the dining room to her bedroom. Cheri's heart paused when Gabrielle began removing the ropes on her arms. She'd be free for the first time since Gabrielle arrived. As the final rope fell off her hand, Cheri immediately lunged, eyes fixed on the door. She felt a tug as Gabrielle grabbed her wrist and, quick as a flash, twisted it into a lock. Cheri whined painfully as she was pulled back against Gabrielle, her hand bent painfully behind her.

"Shhh, Cheri," Gabrielle spoke into her ear, "I know you are scared. I would be too. But you do not want to leave."

Cheri wailed into her gag and struggled. Gabrielle had gone absolutely insane and she had to get out. She had to. Gabrielle seemed disappointed but her grip was irresistible, "Oh Cheri. I expect so much more from you zan ze others."

Gabrielle steered Cheri to the full-length mirror on her wall and gazed into their reflections. Her free hand found its way to Cheri's heaving breast. "You 'ave been my first and best friend in America. You 'ave been so kind and so open with me. I want only to give you ze bondage and ze pleasure you told me you wanted. I do not want you to be afraid anymore. I want you to be excited at 'oo you are becoming."

Gabrielle reached up and ripped off Cheri's shower cap. Locks of aggressively violet hair cascaded down to Cheri's shoulders, causing her to tear up again. A natural brunette, she had most definitely not envisioned spending her afternoon bound while a so-called friend forcibly dyed her hair. And this of all colors! But, then and now, Gabrielle's dark expression cow-towed her. "You are special, Cheri, and I will make you as beautiful and submissive on ze outside as you are on ze inside. But you will also be my example to ze others. Gwen and Laura are 'armless fun. If zey disobey me, I will punish zem. But you need more discipline. If you disobey me, I will punish you much more 'arshly, and zen I will punish Laura and Gwen, too."

Cheri cried out miserably, and Gabrielle's hand rose to grip Cheri's neck. Gabrielle didn't squeeze at all, but Cheri had never felt more powerless in her life. "Do you understand, my sweet Cheri?"

Cheri saw her own expression of terror. Even if she could run, who knew what Gabrielle would do to her friends. Cheri nodded pitifully.

"And do you like your gorgeous 'air?"

This nod was rather pained.

"Will you stay wiz me tonight?"

Cheri nodded a third time, and Gabrielle released her grip. Cheri clutched her hand where Gabrielle had held it, but remained still. Gabrielle bade her to the bed and Cheri, hating herself, sat. Unable to make herself move, Cheri cooperated as Gabrielle removed every scrap of clothing. She pinned Cheri's arms to her sides with long leather straps placed at her wrists and above and below her breasts, then laid her back on the bed. Gabrielle placed a pillow caringly under Cheri's head, then used ropes to tie Cheri's legs apart to each post on the footboard. Cheri then watched Gabrielle peel off her cocktail dress and brush her chair at the vanity mirror. In another world, Cheri might have admired Gabrielle's striking, full body. It was toned but not stretched, voluptuous but also precise. Gabrielle must have been reading her mind, for she turned to admire her captive in turn. Cheri met her hungry gaze and mewed, hoping for some token sympathy.

"You really are special, Cheri. Mon Chéri," Gabrielle spoke sensually. "You are so kind and delicate. You are not some playzing to me. You are my beautiful flower to nurture. I will overlook tonight if you promise to be good from now on."

Cheri nodded again, knowing no other response was possible. Inside, she wanted to do anything she could to escape without sacrificing Laura and Gwen to this witch. She just had no idea what that might be. Gabrielle left for several minutes, and Cheri heard the whirring of an electric toothbrush coming from the bathroom. When she returned, she blindfolded Cheri and laid under a blanket, cuddling her like a teddy bear, except that teddy bears usually weren't caressed in such scintillating ways by their keepers. Maybe by Gabrielle, but not in general.

Cheri took a chance and grunted purposefully in her gag, indicating her discomfort with the ball still strapped tightly in her mouth. Gabrielle took her head off Cheri's chest and gave a maternal look that Cheri couldn't see.

"Mon Chéri, I promise by Thanksgiving you will never ask me for zat again. Zat will be my gift to you," Gabrielle turned out the light and nestled into Cheri again, her hand slinking its way between her captive's parted thighs. "In fact, I am very much looking forward to zis 'oliday of yours."

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