Paradice Lost Pt. 08: Bait & Switch

Gabrielle felt it. Clashing sensations barreled along her nerves. She'd give anything for Gwen to keep caressing her, and steal it back to keep Laura at bay. Cheri took notice.

"She wants it bad, Laura," she tattled from afar. "I think you'll need to be a lot stricter with her."

The gravity of those words didn't sink in until Gabrielle felt another smack of the crop, much harsher than its predecessors. Five. Gabrielle groaned and heard rustling behind her. Laura came round to face Gabrielle and bent over gracefully until their eyes met. Gabrielle felt the tip of the crop lifting her chin.

"I hope you're comfy. You've got more than a little spanking in store for you." Laura grinned. Gabrielle shook her head as she heard metal clinking behind her. Gwen must be mounting one of the stand's attachments: a gliding track made to hold a wand vibrator. Gabrielle struggled as she heard the track slide upward and something smooth and firm press against her pussy. She whimpered and searched Laura's gaze for mercy. Instead she felt the tip of the crop tapping each of her nipples in turn. As they stiffened reluctantly, Gabrielle sensed Gwen close by.

"These should help take your mind of the crop, dear," Gwen's tone was sickly sweet as she held up clamps for Gabrielle to see. The bound woman shrieked and struggled but Laura and Gwen each gripped a nipple with impunity and fitted the clips in place. This was definitely something Gabrielle had never experienced before. No wonder the other girls had squirmed so much when she applied them. A short chain jingled between the clamps for a moment before Laura grasped it and tied a thin rope at its middle. Feeding the other end through a small hook at the base of the stand, she pulled callously. Gabrielle yelped as the clamps tightened from the tension, moaning her protest as a slip knot was tied.

"These are clover clamps, Gabbi," Laura explained, "so they get tighter as more tension gets applied to them. We'll get them nice and tight before long, but I wanted to start you off light."

Gabrielle winced. This was light?

Cheri called from her chair. "I don't think she's worn nipple clamps before. She looks surprised." Laura gestured to the circular metal ring in Gabrielle's mouth. "I don't think she can help that."

Gwen produced a corded dimmer switch and slid it up a little. The vibrator sprang to life for a split second. Gabrielle lurched and immediately felt a sting as the movement yanked her tits. Laura and Cheri both giggled.

"Oh, sorry, babe," Gwen warned, "you'll have to watch out for that." The vibrator switched on again to a low intensity.

"Still, feels good, right?" Gwen offered. Gabrielle couldn't help but purr, at least until the crop returned. Six. Gabrielle reeled. Laura waited for the wand to draw soft moans from her captive before continuing.

Seven. Eight. Gabrielle couldn't help but tug at her chest with every stroke of the crop. Her mind filled with her own exquisite image. She truly was helpless. Whatever else it was, it was damn sexy.

Nine. Nine was a sharp one. Gabrielle's nipples already ached. The vibrator whirred away on her exposed clit, driving her mad. Gabrielle's toes ground into the floor. A faint glimmer of bliss appeared on the horizon. The wand wasn't discouraging her at all. Her eyes closed as the waves begin to crest.

"Careful. She's getting close," Cheri announced. Instantly the wand went still. Gabrielle's ocean calmed, and she glowered at the traitorous Cheri until Gwen's smiling face filled her vision.

"Now, now, Gabrielle. I want you to enjoy yourself but if you go too far I'll have to take the vibrator away. Do you want that?"

Gabrielle whined and shook in her restraints.

"Well, do you?"

Reluctantly, Gabrielle shook her head.

"Perhaps a little reminder of who's in charge," Laura scolded. Gabrielle abruptly felt the clamps tighten. The tugging she'd desperately tried to avoid became the new minimum.

"It's for your own good, sweetie." Gwen kept right on smiling. Gabrielle whined pitifully but no one was listening. Another savage smack from the crop made the clamps yank that much more. Gabrielle groaned and tried to keep very still.

"Don't waste my time, Gabbi," Laura warned. "You're not counting!"

Whack.

"TMMPH!" Her eyes watered. Ten. The wand suddenly revved up to full intensity. Gabrielle tensed up her body began to tingle.

"Embrace it, Gabrielle," Gwen coached as she walked away.

Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Gabrielle felt like she was on fire. Each blow blended with the vibrator to overwhelm her. She thrashed in her restraints, finding even orgasm impossible as her synapses overloaded. Finally Laura relented, and Gabrielle felt the whirring vibrator being lowered on the track. She moaned in longing for the one toy she didn't want out of reach. Laura appeared before her again and bent to face her plaything. Gabrielle felt Laura's hand on her chin.

"Much better. Are you going to be a good little toy and wait for me to say you can cum?"

Gabrielle groaned. Laura straightened up and demonstrated how far the crop could reach. Sixteen.

"Are you?" Gabrielle nodded fervently. Anything to make Laura stop.

"I don't believe her," Cheri chimed in.

"Mph!" Gabrielle whined and nodded again.

"Only one way to find out," Laura disappeared again. "Gwen, I think it's time for us to play our little game."

Gabrielle looked around with wide eyes as she felt the wand slide up against her again. Gwen offered an explanation. "We don't have a name for it yet but the rules are simple. To win, Laura and I need to bring you as close as we can to orgasm without letting you actually cum. Sound fun?"

Gabrielle shook her head furiously. She was already aroused out of her mind. Gwen frowned at her playfully. "C'mon, Gabbi, give it a chance and I know you'll love it!"

Somehow Gabrielle doubted that but the wand quickly stripped her resolve. Gwen slid the switch up and down unpredictably, delighting in Gabrielle's reluctant and hungry moans. When Gabrielle's body finally tensed with impending bliss, the crop descended upon her spitefully. Seventeen. By the time the sting receded, the vibrator had fallen agonizingly still.

Gwen and Laura did it again. Eighteen. By then Gabrielle was trying desperately to resist the wand, knowing what followed her submission to its pleasures, but Gwen adapted quickly. Nineteen...Twenty...Twenty-one...

Finally, the wand ceased and did not start again. Gabrielle dripped with absolute, caged need.

Gwen's voice brought her back to earth. "How about a short break before we continue?"

Gabrielle groaned absentmindedly, longing to soothe her raw, pink rear end. She felt Laura lower the wand away from her.

"I think you've earned it," Laura glided the wand down its track. "Now, we'll just—oh! What's this?"

Laura's grip somehow disengaged a latch on the wand's mounting, and the whole track pivoted up and away from the stand until they were parallel to the floor. Now, instead of sliding up and down, the wand slid toward and away from Gabrielle's waiting pussy. The change seemed trivial at first, but Laura was disproportionately excited.

"Oh, what fun!" she exclaimed while Gwen and Cheri looked on curiously. "Gabbi, your wonderful toys are just full of surprises. One of you hand me that attachment. No, the pink one. Yeah, thanks!"

Upon seeing it, Cheri understood and grinned like a schoolgirl. Gabrielle struggled to see but only caught a bright blur being tossed to Laura. Laura fitted the attachment onto the head of the wand. It was a soft, gel-like silicone molded into a six inch shaft accompanied by a long tongue. The entire thing was covered in bumps of every size arranged in a spiral pattern converging on its bulbous tip.

"This should liven you up a bit, Gabbi," Laura sang ominously as her fingers found Gabrielle's pussy.

"Mmph!" Gabrielle tried anxiously to speak. She didn't think she could handle any more livening. Her entire body tingled and however much she resented Laura right now, the woman's fingers felt absolutely heavenly. Plunging in, they soaked in Gabrielle's flowing juices before the slick digits came out to massage Gabrielle's longing vulva and clit. Gabrielle writhed passionately, too distracted to realize what Laura was actually doing.

The fingers disappeared and then Gabrielle felt something new pressing into her, sliding effortless between her pussy lips and into her. Gabrielle moaned involuntarily as inch after inch of the attachment massaged itself effortlessly into her, as the massive pink tongue pressed against her clit. At first she didn't care what could possibly feel so wonderful after all her teasing, but once she heard the click of the wand's track locking into place, Gabrielle realized she was in deep.

"Didn't even need a drop of lube. You must be eager to get started," Gwen walked in front of Gabrielle, the switch for the wand in her hand. Her thumb slid the dial up slightly, and Gabrielle's pleading stare promptly rolled back into her head. She twitched and groaned as hundreds of tiny bumps cavorted within her, sending waves of pleasure throughout Gabrielle's body. As best she could, Gabrielle stared longingly at the switch in Gwen's hand. Half an inch, probably less, of movement from Gwen's thumb and Gabrielle could finally achieve orgasm. Her hands clawed for it pointlessly.

The thumb did twitch, just not the way Gabrielle wanted. It danced up and down and the wand's hapless victim danced right along with it. Gabrielle soon craved release more than any time in her life. She transfixed on Gwen, her only hope, and moaned loudly. Gwen surely must understand how much Gabrielle needed this. This...bondage, game, revenge, whatever they wanted to call it—it wasn't funny anymore. Laura would never understand, but surely Gwen could recognize that enough was enough?

Muffled pleas filled the room until Laura's crop intervened. Rather than strike, Gabrielle felt the stiff tip on her right breast. It traversed her sensitive skin until he found her clamps. Even its slight nudge on her trapped nipple felt like an electric shock. Abruptly the wand stopped and the nudges weren't so slight anymore.

"Now, Gabrielle," Laura warned over her complaints, "Gwen's being very nice with that wand. Much nicer than I would be."

The crop now found Gabrielle's left breast and began lightly tapping its clamp. Gabrielle tried futilely to escape the sensations.

"You don't want to look ungrateful, do you?" Gabrielle shook her head emphatically. Anything to make Laura stop.

"Or pushy?" More head shaking. Suddenly the crop smacked Gabrielle's breast smartly, soliciting a wail.

"MMPH! Uh-uh. Uh-uh!" Gabrielle attempted sincerely. "Twmmph Tmph..."

Twenty-two. Luckily, Laura seemed to agree that using the crop on Gabrielle's chest counted, too. "Good," she said emptily.

"We'll tell you when it's time, we promise," Gwen said sympathetically. Laura indicated her agreement on Gabrielle's other breast. Twenty-three.

Laura moved back behind Gabrielle, who braced for another. But it didn't come. Instead, Gabrielle heard a strange, high pitched whirring and then a sudden tickling sensation traveling down her back. The sensation focused on a small area of skin at a time, yet was quite powerful for its size. It bristled down her spine until it reached her backside, and only then did Gabrielle recognize the sound. It was her electric toothbrush. Guess it'd be time to change out the head again.

Gabrielle squirmed as the brush skirted her red ass. The tiny firm bristles grated across her skin at thousands of RPMs, making her tingle and clench. At least it felt better than—

Twenty-four. Twenty-five. After each stroke with the crop, Laura placed the toothbrush right where Gabrielle's skin smarted. Gabrielle groaned and recoiled as it grazed across her tender skin. She heard Laura laugh, but then the brush disappeared. When it resurfaced, Gabrielle jumped and moaned very much in spite of herself.

Laura now traced the brush along the quivering lips of Gabrielle's pussy, right where her skin wrapped around those first inches of her dildo. That brush was apparently a two-way street. What Gabrielle wouldn't give for that wand to join in...

"Isn't this what you wanted for us, Gabrielle?" Gwen sat herself elegantly on the floor before Gabrielle's captured body and met her gaze. The switch for the wand was still in her hands. "Mix the good we want with the bad we don't? To train us to give you total control, to look to you for both the pleasure and the pain?"

Laura massaged away. Gabrielle looked weakly into Gwen's eyes and muttered, "Plmmm..."

"Are you ready to cum, Gabrielle?" Gwen asked kindly.

"Mmhmm—" Twenty-six "—MPH! Ymmph!"

The wand hummed slowly to life within Gabrielle, and Gwen gave her benevolent permission, "Go ahead, Gabbi, try. Don't be afraid."

Gabrielle squirmed in frustration. She wanted so badly to climax but the wand was simply too low. A small groan, luckily, seemed to convince Gwen, and she felt the vibrator slowly build within her until its heavenly work filed Gabrielle with absolute bliss. Gwen smiled encouragingly.

"That's it. It's right there, I can tell," Gwen cheered on. Gabrielle felt like she was swimming. Her pussy tightened wonderfully around the vibrator, soaking in every tremor, sensing the coming orgasm as though it were a train until, devastatingly, the vibrator vanished. Gabrielle barely had time to process it before the crop smacked her ass very hard. Twenty-seven.

Gabrielle screamed in anguish and thrashed about in her restraints. The vibrator whirred on. Gwen's expression mimicked actual concern. "Don't stop now, Gabrielle, you were so close!"

Gabrielle cried out in frustration, unsure whether to curse Gwen or continue begging her for release. Either way, she wanted desperately to be let go.

"Hmm," Gwen looked up to her accomplice, "she's having trouble keeping still."

"I can fix that," Laura said ominously. A moment later Gabrielle felt a hand grip her already incensed breast and pull it slightly away from her chest. Gabrielle groaned as she felt something wrap around the base of her breast and tighten savagely. Laura used straps to cinch Gabrielle's breasts snugly so they bulged beneath her. Within seconds the clamps felt even more constricting, but Laura wasn't done. A second later Gabrielle felt a heavy tug on each of her nipples as Laura attached weights to each clamp. They dangled and swayed at the end of short chains below Gabrielle's tits, every undulation clenching and tugging at the clamps above. Her only modicum of relief required staying completely still so the weights stopped swaying, and her protests fell on deaf ears.

"There, that should help you concentrate," Gwen said acidly. "Ready to get back to the game?"

Gabrielle shook her head vigorously but the wand sprang back to life. Within seconds her eyes lost focus. It was too much, and her body ached too badly for it.

Twenty-eight. Laura didn't wait this time. While the vibrations teased her, the crop made Gabrielle jump and tug brutally on the clamps without thinking. The wand revved up as the weights rocked below her. Gabrielle could no longer tell whether these torments distracted her from thoughts of orgasm, or made her need it all the more. Twenty-nine did nothing to break the stalemate.

"C'mon, Gabrielle, you can do it. It's time," Gwen crept forward on the floor and settled herself right before Gabrielle's pleading eyes. Setting the switch down and resting on her knees, Gwen continued coaching her captive, inviting Gabrielle to chase her orgasm. Though she couldn't look down, Gabrielle felt Gwen's hands appear on her breasts. Gabrielle shuddered as they massaged the overly sensitive orbs. Between strap and clamp and weight, Gwen's fingers felt so acute that Gabrielle couldn't help herself. But still, it wasn't torturous or mean. Gwen's hands melted across Gabrielle's chest, flirting expertly with the line between pleasure and discomfort. Their owner couldn't help but moan gratefully at Gwen's touch until suddenly the hands squeezed. Gabrielle expected this to be agony, but it wasn't. Gwen's vicelike grip on each orb shocked Gabrielle, making her eyes widen. It pulled the clamps and sent the weights flying, yes, but it wasn't painful. It was incredible. Gabrielle screamed in ecstasy as her breasts flared beneath her. She was the absolute captive, held prisoner by her own arousal as much as anything else, and it felt wonderful. Her existence boiled down to two laws: keep count, and try to cum. It was so simple.

Gabrielle purred for Gwen. The orgasm would transcend anything she'd ever felt before. She felt one breast being released from Gwen's hand. Gabrielle wished it would stay. Keep squeezing. Harder even. Let the pleasure engulf her like a warm blanket...

Thirty. Thirty-one. By the time Gabrielle returned to her senses, the vibrator fell devastatingly weak. Gwen's divine hands were gone. Gabrielle pled and struggled for more, but Gwen's words now sounded like empty platitudes. Nor would Laura wait any longer. The brush reappeared, rising up Gabrielle's left thigh. Gabrielle felt the jelly tongue on her vibrator being unceremoniously peeled away until the blur of bristles delved into her. From the moment they touched her clitoris Gabrielle cried out in strained ecstasy. But Laura only lingered for seconds before moving on to something much worse.

For a moment Gabrielle couldn't sense her, but then the brush reappeared on her right breast, following the edge of the strap cinching her soft, taut skin. Gabrielle reeled. Her breasts were bound so tight that the tingling of the brush nearly overwhelmed her. This wasn't Gwen's pleasant touch. These were tiny firm needles prickling her. Gabrielle groaned, caught between her desire to recoil and the tug of the clamps, but Laura was far from finished. Slowly, portentously, the whirring brush moved in from the strap, working its way slowly toward the peaks of Gabrielle's captured tits.

From the second she realized where this was headed, Gabrielle begged with all her might for Laura to stop. The brush's departure from her skin gave that split second of hope, but when those bristles met Gabrielle's pinched areola, everything else faded away.

Gabrielle screamed. There was nothing else to do. It overwhelmed her completely. Gabrielle eagerly accepted the lesser evil of the clamps. But Laura simply followed her movements and soon placed a hand on her back to hold Gabrielle in place. Gabrielle's eyes closed as the brush chose one nipple, then the other. Her every nerve ignited, and even when Gwen turned up the wand considerably she barely took notice. All she could feel was her own absolute vulnerability.

Laura took her time and left no stone unturned. When she finally relented, Gabrielle hung in her restraints, panting.

"Don't stop now!" Cheri's voice could be heard. "She was just starting to like it."

"That's plenty for now," Laura assured. Gabrielle sighed audibly in relief. "We can even call that number thirty-two." Of course, that didn't stop the prompt arrival of Thirty-three and Thirty-four. Gwen kept the wand going just long enough for Gabrielle to start craving the sensation again, then shut it off.

"Having fun?" Gwen said after a moment or two. "You came really close to getting off that time. I'm proud of you!"

Gabrielle groaned weakly. Gwen was undeterred, "Ready to try again?"