7 comments/ 40300 views/ 1 favorites Kate's Other Life By: RebeccaBrowning Preface: Hello again, loyal and faithful readers. It's been a while since I've written anything here, and it took a bit of time for me to decide whether to write about these recent happenings, but in the end... well, here it is. For those unfamiliar with me, my early life experiences have been told about in some detail in the series, It's My Life, found here at literotica. I'm older now, having turned 50 a couple of years ago, but am apparently not much wiser in some ways. I have been in a relationship with a woman about my age for several years, but Kate and I had a little rough patch in the summer of 2007. I found myself getting involved with a another woman, and that eventually involved her boyfriend as well. All of this thanks in part to my writing here, but that's another story. In the end, Kate found out about what I had been up to, but to my surprise she wasn't all that upset. There was a reason for that, however, and when she told me the reason for her lack of anger, it led me down a very different road. *** Please note that this story involves some subjects which are much different than any that I have dealt with in the past. They were new to me too, and so if you are squeamish about some of the things listed in the story tags for this offering, please do not read this particular story. ............. Chapter One: Revelations. We were in the restaurant, finishing up dinner, which I was trying to drag out for as long as I could. I was dreading what was to follow after we left the sanctity of the dining room. "That's why I realized that I had no right to complain when I found out about your little escapades with Melissa at that concert and the other times," Kate explained. "You've got parts of you that I can't satisfy, and I'm the same way. Maybe that's why I think we belong together, because there isn't any one woman that could really fill all my needs." "I could try," I said lamely, but she shakes her head and says that not only couldn't I, she wouldn't really want me to try. "It's not you at all," Kate says. "I don't think of you in that way." What way is that, I wonder, but it's time to go, Kate says. We have sizable doggy bags. Next thing I know we're in the parking lot. Kate unlocks the passenger door, and before I get in she wraps me up in her arms and kisses me. Her hand is under my skirt and I'm parting my legs for her exam. "A little wet," Kate says as her finger enters my pussy. She was hoping I'd be dripping, I guess. "I'm scared," I tell her. "I know, Beck," she says. "My Becky doesn't like surprises - never did. Just trust me." I don't trust anybody, not even myself. We drive downtown and enter an apartment complex in a so-so part of town, and Kate takes an overnight bag out of her trunk. We go to the door and she buzzes an intercom button. There's no name in the little space for a name. A kid answers. Kate says, "It's me", and a loud buzz lets us in. It's up a flight of stairs we go on our way to the second floor and I'm following Kate like an obedient puppy. She turns the corner, and down to the end of the very dimly lit hall we head. Kate knocks, and motions me to stand to the side. I'm guessing that's so I would be out of sight of the person on the other side of the peephole. The door opens, and for a minute I thought I was going to faint. "Katherine, I thought you'd never get here." Katherine? KATHERINE??? From inside the doorway a little blonde wearing a man's dress shirt and apparently nothing else starts to come out, arms outstretched and ready to give KATHERINE a hug. Just as she does, she gets a glimpse of me standing off to the side and stops dead, looking like she's a deer caught in the headlights. Probably just like I looked as well. "It's okay baby," Kate says and gives the girl a hug. The girl returns it in a half-hearted manner, looking at me with terror in her eyes. I probably look dumbfounded, or just dumb, because I am both. "Baby, this is..." Kate or Katherine starts to say, but the girl interrupts. "Rebecca," she says meekly. "I know." "Come on in Beck," Kate says as she nudges the girl inside and barges right in. This girl backs her way inside her apartment, watching me all the time, acting almost like I'm going to attack her. I'm having enough trouble putting one foot in front of the other to even consider it, and am utterly confused. It's a very plain apartment with very little in the way of furnishings. Kate leads the parade through the living room and into the kitchen, and Kate hits the light switch around the corner without even looking, obviously the result of doing it many times before. Now we're all visible. The girl is not a girl after all. She a woman, but there's not much to her from what I can see. Her legs are skinny and her fingers are tiny as they peek out from the ends of the shirt sleeves. "I'm Gaby," she says, awkwardly sticking out a hand. It's wet. Almost as wet as mine. We shake hands. "Gabrielle." "I call her Baby," Kate proclaims. "You can too, Becky, if you want." "Gabrielle - it's a pretty name," I finally say. "Never thought I would actually meet you," Gabrielle says, pawing at the floor with her bare feet. Tiny feet too. The girl is very short. Not even five foot. Her face is kinda like Jan Brady - I think that was the middle one's name, before she got good looking. A trace of ancient acne scarring on the cheeks, blue eyes and big round glasses. Looks to be a woman closing in on 30 but looks more like 13 without trying, although with the baggy shirt I can't really tell. Knowing Kate, I'm not surprised. "Thought I would surprise everyone," Kate cracks, reaching into the bag and pulling out a bottle of champagne from her bag. "Baby would never answer the door if I told her you were coming. Get us some glasses, Baby." Gabrielle goes to a cabinet and reaches up for the glasses, and my eyes follow, watching the shirt tail slide up to reveal skinny thighs that are screaming out for a hamburger - or maybe some pizza. Should have taken this poor thing out to eat, no matter how uncomfortable it might have been. Talk about waifs! She isn't wearing anything underneath either. Kate seems to have this Gabrielle dressed in her choice of wardrobe. Kate pops the cork, and starts filling the glasses. Party time! My hand is shaking so hard I have to sip it before I wear it. Gabrielle seems more nervous than me. Kate is acting like the ringmaster in this circus. "Gotta go!" Kate proclaims, adding, "I'll use the bathroom this time though," with a chuckle over something I don't understand. "You two get acquainted." Talk about pregnant pauses. Me and Gabrielle change nervous glances. What do I say? How are you? WHO are you? "Betcha don't think too much of me," she finally says. "I don't think too much of me right now, to tell you the truth," I admit. "I don't know you or anything about you." "I know you - or at least I feel like I do. Katherine - she talks about you. Not a lot, but ever since I've known her, you know." "Oh." "Just stuff. You're pretty. She told me that." Maybe I blushed, but I'm too busy reeling. "So you've known Kate a long time?" "Seems like forever," Gabrielle says. "Don't know what I would do without her. Sorry." "It's alright," I say even though it isn't. "She must really like you." "Not like you," Gabrielle says. "She likes me. You she loves, I can tell. I was always jealous of you, you know? Wishing that she felt like that about me. Seems like she never mentioned me to you. I guess." "No she didn't," I admit. "I would have remembered that. I had no idea you existed. All of this is new to me." "I figured something was going on, because Katherine was acting a little different lately." "She likes you to call her Katherine?" I ask, because I thought she hated that. Then again, what do I know? Yes she does, and she likes to call Gabrielle, Baby. Katherine would probably like it if I did too. I'll think about it, I reply but I like her real name. "Sokay," Gabrielle says. I think it's a combination of the words it's and okay. She says it with a shrug and says it often throughout the night. Everything seems to be sokay with her. I hate this girl, yet I want to hug her. She seems so innocent and sweet and pure. ......... Chapter Two: Getting to know each other. Kate comes out and grabs Gabrielle, roughly pulling her into the bathroom, and I sit at the kitchen table and stew. I want to be anywhere else than here, but I'm about 40 miles from home. I could leave and I should leave. I don't, obviously. I sit and listen to Kate's muffles voice talking to her little friend in the can. Kate comes out alone, and sits down at the table across from me. "Baby will be right back," Kate informs me. "She's changing." "Into who or what?" I ask. "Something a little more appropriate," Kate says. "Just let go Beck. You haven't got anything to lose." Besides my mind? I ask her what the deal was with the men's shirt, and she tells me that Gabrielle gets a lot of stuff from the Salvation Army. Why? "Because usually when I get here I just rip the clothes off of her." "Huh?" "I just tear the stuff off her back, Rip it to shreds if I have to." "What's the point in that? In ruining clothes?" "Did you ever do it?" No, I can't say that I did, but I guess I've come close to having it done to me. "Sometime you can do it to me," Kate says. "Then you'll know. It's exhilarating." Gabrielle emerges just before I get to tell Kate that chance might never come again after tonight. Gabrielle has taken off the men's shirt and gotten into something a bit more provocative. It's a little pink tummy tank top that shows off her pert little belly button. On the shirt is written in a flowing cursive - "Baby". All of a sudden the end of the movie Citizen Kane comes to mind, in a weird Dennis Miller-ish sub-reference. It's not all that funny now, but I wasn't laughing then either. I didn't really notice a lot until reflecting on the evening later, because something else has my attention. She has nothing else on. No longer am I catching fleeting glimpses of thigh as she moves around. There she is. Naked from the belly button down. I've seen lots of naked women in my life. This is the first time that I almost fainted from the sight, and I found myself hanging onto the edge of the table for dear life. I glance up at Kate who is watching me like a hawk, and when she sees my reaction, her face doesn't mock me. It tells me that she knows full well what I'm feeling. I am a rather petite woman, but Gabrielle was far more so, almost painfully slight. Delicate little thighs that I only notice later, but it is her little delta that catches and captures my attention. The tiny little triangle is a bright pink, in stark contrast to her pale skin everywhere else. She's completely hairless, and her mound is prominent and her labia are astonishingly large, although that might be an optical illusion because of her tiny body. Her pussy is glistening, and she comes over and stands next to me. I keep looking at Kate for help that isn't coming, and I can smell her cunt, a strong and musky scent that seems to be telling me that if the sight doesn't get you... "What do you think, Beck?" Kate asks me, and her voice cracks as she does. It feels like we're in one of those space simulators where they increase the force of gravity and you're pinned to the seat. I want to run. I can't speak. I think I nodded. My heart is racing so fast I can hardly breathe. There's a hand on my bare shoulder that makes me jump. "Um - I'd really like to give you a massage," Gabrielle says as she glances toward Kate, almost like she's reading a cue card. "You could give me one too, if you want. It would be fun." I look up, and it takes a bit of time to get past the pouting lips of her pussy, the adorable navel, and the pointy nipples poking at the shirt front. She's looking at me through the big glasses, and as I shake my head no, it hits me that even though Gabrielle is a sweet and innocent looking woman, I begin to suspect that perhaps she knows full well the effect she's having on me. It's the same effect she has had on others in the past. Kate was probably the biggest pushover she's ever had, but I'm turning to jelly and that's despite the fact that she's nothing like the women I'm usually attracted to. "Why don't you go into the bedroom, Baby," Kate says. "We'll be right in." Gabrielle spins around and walks away but the smell of her pussy stays behind, and I notice that she has little dimples in her ass cheeks. Her butt is cute, but has red horizontal streaks across them. I finally find the strength to stand up, but my knees are wobbly. Kate comes over to steady me. She thinks I'm stoned or drunk. I'm not. "Come on Beck," Kate says, and starts leading me in the direction Gabrielle headed. "Air," I said, and went to the door. That's my reaction to this. I walk out of the apartment and head down the hall, with Kate in pursuit. I make it down the stairs and out into a decidedly cooler night. Kate follows and put a brick against the door to keep it open. Thankfully she doesn't say anything, but stands behind me and puts her arms around me. I can see her car in the parking lot. Let's go, I think. Hop in the car and let's go home. I stand there shivering even though Kate is warm against me. I think we stand out there for at least 15 minutes, until my teeth start chattering. "Feel better Beck?" Kate says. I nod and take a deep breath, watching the fog that I exhale drift away, and let Kate lead me back inside the building. I hear the stone topple away from the door just before it clacks shut, and now I'm being led back to Gabrielle's apartment. Winnie the Pooh. That's the first thing I notice when Kate brings me into Gabrielle's bedroom. A big Winnie the Pooh lamp on the night table. A 27 year old woman with a Winnie the Pooh lamp. Pooh is posed banging a big bass drum which is the source of the light, and Pooh's looking very happy. A modest dresser, the night table, and the bed is all there is. Very spartan surroundings even by my modest standards. Gabrielle. She's kneeling on the bed, smiling and waiting patiently. I'm floating over to the bed under my handler's guidance, and Gabrielle climbs off the bed. "Oh, you're cold!" Gabrielle says as she comes over to me, and she rubs her hands up and down my arms. She's not even five foot tall, I notice. I tower over her by at least 4 inches, not something I'm used to. I feel hands on the bottom of my top. Kate's hands, I think. My arms go up and I'm blinded by the blouse going over my head. They must have been Kate's hands, because Gabrielle's are on my breasts as soon as they are uncovered. Her little paws knead them as I watch my blouse sail away, and Kate is unbuttoning my skirt. I'm naked and heading for the bed. ......... Chapter Three: Naked. I'm now naked and somehow I'm floating over onto the bed. Nice bed. Very soft and comfy. Did Kate buy the bed for her? Seems too nice for the surroundings. I'm laying on my stomach, and I hear clicking sounds from behind me, followed by a cool spray of lotion that gets squirted up and down my body. A Kate-directed move for sure, as she knows I love to be massaged, and now I feel her little protege's hands gliding over the lotion. Strawberries. Maybe strawberries and cream. Whichever, it smells very nice, and it would be easy for me to relax and imagine Kate is the one giving me the rubdown, but the hands that caress me are too little and the touch is too weak. Besides, Kate is holding my wrist and she's kneeling beside the bed. She's saying something. Mouthing something. No sound. I love you. I love you so much is what she's silently saying. Maybe I love you, she is really saying. Becky, you silly old bag who is doing exactly what I want you to do once again, is much more like it. I look at her with eyes that try to communicate that if you loved me, we'd be in my bed or your bed alone together. Despite that, Gabrielle's hands are enthusiastically kneading my shoulders and neck, and I am gradually relaxing. At least as much as I can manage to do at this time. The hands go down my back, and my legs are eased apart as she moves over between my legs and works down my spine. How does the little lady get my legs open so easy? Don't ask. Gabrielle's hands are now squeezing my butt cheeks. Am I getting soft back there? Should I ask? Who could I trust to give me a straight answer in this Fun House of Horrors? I look to Kate, who no longer is watching my face but is staring at her puppet, almost telepathically running the show. Her face lights up as I feel my cheeks spread apart. a finger glides up and down my crack, and as nice as it feels I suddenly realize that I wasn't expecting this and usually take some extra care beforehand so that no one gets any unpleasantness. Too late. Some movement on the bed and now her hands are really prying me open, and now the wet probe I feel is not a finger. Gabrielle must be a snake. I recoil as I feel her tongue dart inside of me, probing and searching and lashing out. I'm making noises that are unintelligible, but if they made sense they would say please don't stop. Don't ever stop. I start trying to lift myself up to meet her mouth, but that causes more disconnections than increased satisfaction, so I ease back down. Whatever. Just please don't stop. Kate's eyes meet mine, and she knows where I am right now, and seems to be enjoying it as well. Her eyes almost seem to be misty. Gabrielle stops. I was hoping for an hour but I got a minute and a half. The hands slide down my thighs and calves. making the earlier smoothing effort worthwhile. I feel myself being coaxed over onto my back, and Gabrielle has the bottle of lotion in her hand, shaking it as her eyes seem momentarily distracted by the fur between my legs. How quaint I must seem these days, a woman not only with hair between her legs, but a real old-fashioned bush. Gabrielle smiles at me and squirts some goo onto my tummy. Kate pulls my arms upward and holds them at the edge of the bed with one hand. Kate says something, and all of a sudden Gabrielle reaches up and takes off her glasses. Funny what a difference a pair of glasses make. She looks older now as she tosses the eye-wear over to the far side of the bed and pulls her stringy blonde hair back over her shoulder. Her eyes are now more visible to me - blue eyes that still see things a lot differently than mine do. Kate says something else, and I feel like I'm a step behind these two, or maybe I'm not paying attention. Gabrielle silently reaches down to the bottom of her 'Baby' shirt, the only clothing on either of us, and with her hands crossed over each other, pulls the pink tank top over her shoulder and flips it behind her, self-consciously rubbing her front as if to spread the oil on her fingers over herself. Her nipples. My eyes started to stray down to those beckoning pussy lips but I am distracted by the sight of Gabrielle's nipples. They're unreal. Not her breasts, which are only slight swells that are hardly visible. Not the aureoles, which are barely the circumference of quarters and a rose shade. Her nipples. They're the longest and thinnest pegs I've ever seen. She's starting to rub my breasts, but I can't be bothered by that. As her hands slide up and rub the fronts of my shoulders I slip my wrists out of Kate's grasp and lean upward, sucking on her little teats for all my might. They're like those thermometers that pop out of your turkey when it's done, and I'm out of control, grabbing at her and pulling myself up to clutch at her back while my mouth sucks on each of those hard pegs as my head goes back and forth. They must be sensitive because while I take my own temperature she's thrashing around wildly. Things get a little crazy, because while I love those nipples, it's that pussy I want. So wet and wild looking, with her petals parted and just begging for me, I end up on top of her, and my face seems to get engulfed by her cunt. Kate's Other Life Maybe it's because I'm trying to, but it seems like I could stick my head inside of her. She's dripping wet, and I'm lapping away at some delicious plumbing hidden inside such a tiny thing. She's pungent - as strong smelling as I can ever remember a woman being, and I'm probably snorting as I try to inhale and ingest her. I hear her whimpering, making little seal noises, and I feel her contract around my mouth. A few seconds more and it's over. I roll over and let Gabrielle service me, but for some reason I'm not really into it, and manage to move her around so that we're in the worst of all positions for mutual satisfaction. I pretend to orgasm, but only after slobbering around between her legs for quite a time, and even though I haven't truly had an orgasm, I'm really feeling good. If she'd let me, I would spend the rest of the night between her legs. It was that unbelievable for me. I try to hold her close to me, but eventually we part, or are parted. Kate is now walking out of the room, and Gabrielle is sliding off to the side of the bed. "Thank you," Gabrielle says, and leans over and kisses me. "God, you're so gorgeous," I answer, and she is, in her own unique way. "Do you have to go?" she asks meekly. I assume that Kate would tell me if she was leaving, so I shake my head. I just want to stare at those nipples and inhale the aroma of her pussy that won't stay on my face nearly as long as I want it to. "Katherine said you're kind of squeamish about that stuff," Gabrielle says, and as I ponder why I would feel weird about going, she goes over and puts on the men's shirt that she was wearing earlier. "Just want you to know that everything that happens is sokay, so don't be worried. I like it. I think Katherine would really like it a lot if you enjoyed it too." I nod even though I'm pretty sure it isn't going to be sokay, and she adds before going over to the door, "That was really nice, what we just did. Never did anything like that before." I scrambled to find my blouse while Gabrielle loitered by the door. My skirt - well, it was around here somewhere. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. There was no place to sit. I crawled back onto the bed and pulled the sheet up around me. There was a loud slam out in the apartment, followed by Kate's cursing. I giggled, out of nervousness, and wondered what I was supposed to do. That ceased to be an issue, as Kate returned. She was pissed. She had the overnight bag with her and tossed it beside the bed. Kate naked and mad was just as scary as clothed. She came up to Gabrielle and grabbed her by the neck of the shirt and moved her over against the wall. She was twisting the loose fitting shirt in her fist as she pressed her against the bare wall. I half expected to look down and see Gabrielle's feet in the air kicking away as Kate held onto her. The muscles in Kate's arm and shoulder were really popping out from the effort she was putting into this show, and it was turning me on until I realized that she might not be playing around. Gabrielle's eyes were bugging out and her face was getting red while Kate kept her against the wall, not choking her but cutting off her breathing whether she knew it or not. What the hell had happened to piss Kate off so? I'd seen her mad before, but this was something altogether different. I started to say something but as soon as I spoke, Kate jerked her head around and gave me a look that shut me up immediately. I stayed cowering against the head board under the sheet, and I realized I had a mouthful of the sheet in my mouth. "Baby's all right, aren't you Baby?" Kate asked, and Gabrielle's nod reassured me. Kate slowly released the grip on the shirt, and even straightened out the rumpled fabric. "Baby just needs to come back to reality. Too much of that lovey dovey shit and she'll start thinking like she's something other than the worthless piece of crap that she is, right baby?" Geez, that was nasty, even if she did nod in agreement. Kate had begun poking her finger into her breastbone, punctuating each sentence with a jab. Gabrielle brought her hand up to block the poking and got it slapped down, with a threat that she was going to break that hand the next time she raised it. "Time for Baby to get undressed," Kate announced, and in an incredibly violent outburst that only lasted a few seconds, Kate tore that shirt off her back. Buttons flying and fabric tearing and Gabrielle skidding to the rug while Kate ripped the last shred from her shoulder. Kate was kind enough to help Gabrielle up, but she did so by reaching down and grabbing Gabrielle by the hair and pulling her to her feet, bringing her to the wall and moving her against it face first. "Fuck the wall slut!" Kate commanded. "Probably the only thing in the city you haven't fucked." Gabrielle actually started grinding against the wall while Kate reached into her bag and pulled out a couple of things, tossing the one the foot of the bed. This stuff I understood. A big pink vibrator that was bent, and what looked like handcuffs, which Kate grabbed and stepped up to Gabrielle. "You know the drill, pig," Kate said, "So stop fucking the wall." Gabrielle stopped her gyrations and raised her right arm, putting her hand behind her head. Kate took the handcuffs, which weren't anything like the fuzzy purple ones I get bound up in, and began putting this thing around her wrist. They were more like leather restraints that her wrist was almost roped into. The other arm was raised, and now that wrist got the same treatment before they got connected. Seemed like cuffs would be a lot easier, but there was something about the lacing and the binding that was almost part of the ritual. Besides, I guess cuffs would just slide off her puny wrists. I could weasel out of ours if I had to even at the tightest notch, and her wrists are even tinier. At least this was something I could understand, and this looked like it might be fun. The room was not brightly lit, and Kate was blocking my view of Gabrielle much of the time, but now I could see her backside. The tearing of the shirt really did some damage to her, I initially thought, but then I realized that the marks on her back were not fresh. Pink streaks of varying lengths were all over the back from her shoulder blades down to the dimples on her butt. She looked like a schoolgirl from the front and like a POW survivor from the back. Mercifully Kate pulled her away from the wall and spun her to face me. Gabrielle looked scary. Her arms being pulled up severely and her hands bound behind her neck only accentuated the waif look. Her hip bones jutted out prominently, and her rib cage was so clearly defined that she looked like an advertisement for famine relief. Her long pointy nipples weren't adversely affected, and they seemed to be even longer than ever, which belied my fears for her safety. Her armpits were more like chasms, and it looked like you could fit an orange in the smooth, deep hollows. I looked up at Gabrielle's face, and noticed that she had been watching me looking at her. She averted her eyes when ours met, and Kate, who had been standing behind her, yanked her head back to face me. "What's the matter Baby?" Kate asked, forcing her to look at me. "Ashamed of yourself?" Well, Kate could make Gabrielle face me, but she couldn't make her open her eyes, which she had screwed shut out of Kate's sight. "Now I'm going to give you a little fun," Kate said, and grabbed the pink vibrator, clicking it on. The thing was loud, and the end half was doing a hula dance. If that thing wasn't so noisy I would have liked to have tried it, but the whirring is very distracting to me. "Baby likes Mr. Wiggly, doesn't she?" Gabrielle nodded, gazing longingly at the magic wand in Kate's hand. "Maybe we should start with your other favorite friend," Kate said, reaching over into the bag. I stifled a giggle as Kate tossed the next surprise out of her bag of tricks. Obviously a gag item, it was a huge black dildo that looked more like a table leg than a cock. "No," Gabrielle whimpered, and the look of horror on her eyes confused me. Surely there was no way to stick that thing in anybody. "Maybe we can try to stick this thing in your asshole tonight," Kate said. "With an audience maybe you'd be inspired enough to do it." Gabrielle shook her head violently, and seemed pleased when Kate waved Mr. Wiggly again. "Baby wants the little prick, doesn't she?" Kate asked, bringing it down to those pouting beckoning pussy lips and rubbing it up and down. Gabrielle moaned and thrust her hips out, trying to make better contact, but Kate pulled it away. "First we have to do something about these," Kate said, and grabbed Gabrielle's left nipple, causing her to yelp. Kate went back to her bag and pulled out a couple of little devices that looked like pliers. "Please," Gabrielle whimpered as Kate grabbed her nipple again. Please was what I was thinking too. Please don't do anything to those amazing nipples. "Shut up," Kate said matter-of-fact and pulled on her nipple. Kate managed to pull out a morsel of flesh as her nipple was stretched out, and then she slid this device on. It was almost like a battery charger clamp with rubber or plastic teeth. It pinched off a ping pong ball sized lump of flesh, sparing the nipple and the aureole but still obviously painful to her little teat. "Too tight, Baby?" Kate asked softly, and when she nodded, Kate did something to the part between the clamp and the handle. This was not done to relieve the pressure, but to increase it, as Gabrielle's cry revealed. "Shut up you fucking slut," Kate said, grabbing her hair and pulling her head around to face her. "You get those fucking neighbors over here again and you're going to answer the door just as you are, hear me? Now shut up!" Gabrielle nodded and Kate was soon putting the clamp on her other tit. By the time she got done, the other lump of skin was beet red. Tears were running down Gabrielle's cheeks and her face was twisted in pain, but she made no more noise. "Don't be such a baby," Kate scoffed at her, looking derisively at her whimpering. I was hiding behind my hands, peeking out from between my fingers. "Beck's gonna think you don't like this. Do you want me to leave? Want me to let you loose?" Gabrielle shook her head no, so the whirring resumed, and Kate brought the beloved Mr. Wiggly up and rubbed it between the girl's legs. Gabrielle parted her thighs and Kate slid it effortlessly inside of her, much to her pleasure. "Don't drop it you slut," Kate hissed at her as she left the thing in her pussy, with almost the entire thing inside and churning and humming away. "You let that thing hit the floor and you'll pay! Clamp those thighs together for once in your life!" Kate was behind Gabrielle, a head taller than her, and she looked down as her right arm was around her neck. Couldn't she see that those clamps were doing horrible things to her? The one bud was deep crimson and the other not far behind. Kate reached around with her free hand and flicked at Gabrielle's left nipple, causing her whole body to shudder. She was biting into her lower lip hard, so hard I thought she was going to start bleeding. "You wanna cum, don't you Baby?" Kate asked. If she had been sitting where I was, she wouldn't have had to ask. Gabrielle's body began to convulse. Her eyes rolled back in her skull, now all white and spooky. Crazier still was the dance she began doing. Hands still bound behind her neck, her torso began jerking and spasming. She fought to keep the vibrator inside of her, so much so that her knees were together even though her feet were spread out wide. Her mouth was open and she began staggering as she fought to stay on her feet. After it seemed like she couldn't take it any longer, she cried out and collapsed, sinking to the floor despite Kate holding onto her, the gentle seal noises she made for me earlier replaced by something distinctly different as she flopped around on the rug. Kate had been watching me in between glancing at her little friend, and when I felt her eyes on me I was embarrassed. Kate smiled a smile at me that had a message attached that didn't need to be spoken. When Kate looked down at her twitching victim, she shook her head, thoroughly disgusted at what she saw. "You dropped Mr. Wiggly, you stupid cunt." .......... Chapter Four: The price she paid. Kate gave Gabrielle a minute to twitch around on the carpet before she told her to pick up Mr. Wiggly. Of course with her hands bound behind her head that wasn't easy, so Kate helped her by grabbing her by the hair and having her try and pick it up with just her mouth. This took a while, as you could imagine, with Kate dragging the poor girl by the mane, and Kate getting more pissed every minute. Kate did remind me later that Gabrielle could have gotten her hands from behind her neck any time she wanted. They had a collar that the wrist bindings hooked onto, but it had broken the last time they used it, so Gabrielle was on her honor - ha! Gabrielle got brought up to her feet with the still wiggly Mr. Wiggly in her jaws like a puppy. Kate brought her over to the doorway, where she got her wrists pulled up to just above the door molding, where there was a hook in the wall. She had to stand on her tippy-toes to reach it, and this gave me a splendid view of her scrawny back side. I could now see the horizontal streaks on her back even clearer, and then got to see how she came to get them. Kate pulled a stick about 2 foot long from her bag. It was like a conductor's baton, and I could hear it whistle as she swung it in the air around Gabrielle. Good thing she wasn't hitting her with it at the speed she was swinging the thing, I remember thinking just before Kate did indeed smack her with it at just about that speed. Gabrielle cried out, and I hid under the sheet, peeking through my fingers again. Kate swings again, and the thing makes a echoing sound like it's split when it smacks her. Two bold welts are visible, and stand out from the fainter stripes. Gabrielle lets out a howl, and her body twists and turns. Kate tells her to shut the fuck up, and whacks her again with it. Kate runs her finger over the new mark and the contact makes Gabrielle writhe a bit. I'm very close to telling/asking/begging Kate to stop, but then she turns Gabrielle around - actually spins her around. Her wrists are now crossed, and she's almost hanging in the air. Kate, or they are prepared for this apparently, because Kate kicks over a couple of phone books and has her stand on them. Luckily our phone books are pretty thick, but Kate has them apart so that her thighs are parted. Please don't hurt that pussy. Those lips that still look like they are begging for me are wide open. The two red marks are still on her chest from the clamp-things that are now mercifully off. Kate slaps Gabrielle's pussy a couple of times, and maybe it's just because the room is so sparsely furnished, but it sounds loud. She lets out grunts each time Kate's hand comes up, and now Kate is leaning on her, and working her hand inside. Kate's got her head around Gabrielle's chest but I can't see because Kate is blocking the view. It can't be good because Gabrielle's whimpering and tossing her head around. Now Kate has the thing that looks like a bicycle handle-grip with streamers on it, and she starts slapping Gabrielle's chest with it. It doesn't seem to hurt much, because she's not crying out as Kate spins it, but her chest is getting pink from the thing. Kate asks her if she's getting hot, and she nods, and this time when Kate slaps her pussy I can swear it sounds wet. Kate wraps her arms around Gabrielle and lifts her wrists off of the hook, and leads her over to the bed, where she frees her wrists and rubs her arms for her. That was the first caring thing Kate's done to her, but as she does that she leaned over and, from Gabrielle's reaction, does not nuzzle her neck but bites it. Her face contorts while this happens, and my eyes go to her chest, and I can see the indentation of Kate's teeth around her left nipple from a couple of minutes before. No blood, but the dents are still in there. What kind of a vampire is Kate? Kate pushes her onto the bed, and I try to get out of the way as Kate tells her to spread her legs, which she does. Kate starts working a couple of fingers inside of that sweet opening, and within a matter of seconds Kate is fisting her. Gabrielle hardly whimpers, and I know first hand what that fells like. It fucking hurts, and Kate is rotating and pumping her hand in up to the wrist. Gabrielle is saying no, but I'm not sure what she means because Kate has taken her arm out of her. Now I know, because Kate has the fucking piano leg of a dildo in her hand. Okay - it's not a piano leg but it is a joke. It's got a little play in it, but the thing is huge. Has to be close to two feet long and as thick as a salami with the head as big as an apple. This thing is not going in anybody. Kate is rubbing the tip of it up and down those pussy lips, and starts berating her with a vile rant that shocked the hell out of me. Filled with apparent references to her past, Kate is raunchy and spares nothing in her verbal attack. I look around Kate and see that the fucking head of this anaconda is inside Gabrielle while she gets told what a worthless pig and a piece of crap she is. It's horrifying but I crane my neck to see better as Kate starts working it into her. Under the sheet that I'm cowering under, my hand is between my legs even though I don't remember how it got there. Kate spits out - and I don't know whether that was intentional or not - but spit came out with her telling her to show Becky was a whore she is. Kate rolls off the bed and now Gabrielle takes over, and she's pushing the damn thing in further herself. She occasionally looks at me while she slides the thing in and out of her. She doesn't have the whole thing in her, of course, or even half, but she's got a scary amount of it inside her and she's trying for more. I glance up at Kate who is putting on a harness. I know what she's going to do but I'm more interested in what Gabrielle is doing. Her body is shaking, and the little thing is rocking the whole bed. She looking at me but her eyes are somewhere else. "Baby wants to come, don't you Baby?" Kate says as she reaches down and yanks at her precious nipples. Gabrielle yelps as I look away. "Come for us, you fucking slut!" Gabrielle cums all right. After thrusting that salami inside of her for another minute or so, she yanks the thing out of her and lets out a really guttural moan and curls up in the fetal position. Kate tries to get her to lay back, but she's too far gone. She's spasming and twitching as she grabs at her pussy with both hands like she was shot. Spray shoots out from between her legs as she tries to keep her legs closed. She's convulsing and looks like Linda Blair ready to levitate as her eyes become pure white. Gabrielle bucks and spasms for what seems like forever until she just curls up and hugs herself, with little aftershocks making her body shake every few seconds, and I can hear her sobbing. I want to hug her or something but I'm glued in place. Besides, she's laying in an enormous wet spot, and I'm drained myself. We both came, but mine was much calmer. Kate's not done. After letting her rest for not nearly long enough, she rolled Gabrielle over onto her stomach across the bottom of the bed. Kate has a rubber glove on her right hand and it's covered with gooey gel. Kate pries open Gabrielle's ass cheeks with her left hand and starts working a finger into her ass. Then two. Then three. I'm almost expecting the fist. Gabrielle says nothing but just lays there and lets Kate have at her ass. Kate's Other Life I've played the Kate and the harness game, and as I'm not a real fan of toys, this usually leaves me cold. At least she didn't have that outrageously huge black dick attached to it. She's got this purple dick instead, and it's got a light humming sound to it. It looks like that there's another part of it on the other side, inside of Kate. This is interesting. Besides, it helps me to look at something besides Gabrielle's striped back. Kate pulls her hand out of Gabrielle's ass and yanks the glove off. climbs on top of Gabrielle and starts working the tip of the purple cock around her asshole. "You know what I'm going to do know, don't you Baby?" "Yes," says Gabrielle meekly. "What am I going to do Baby?" "Fuck me in the ass." "You like that, don't you Baby?" "No," sobs Baby. "Please don't do it. It hurts." Kate is riding Gabrielle's bony little butt, and even though the purple dick is pretty long, it seems thin and Kate slowly slides it into her. Gabrielle whines a little as Kate goes in to the hilt, and now Kate is the one with the wacky eyes. After scraping her nails down Gabrielle's back a few times, she's mounted her and slowly humps her with short and slow strokes. With a fist-full of Baby's hair in her fist, I watch Kate cum for the first time tonight, and the only time I've been around her that I haven't been a part of it. Her second orgasm comes quickly, as she's wrapped her body around Gabrielle and rides her with the same steady thrusts. A little time has passed. Kate climbs off of her and tosses the toys on the floor, apparently for Gabrielle to clean. After Kate disappears (and despite my mixed emotions I'm still stirred by the sight up her - sweaty and all) Gabrielle looks up at me and without words crawls up and cuddles next to me. I almost thought she was going to suck her thumb. I must have closed my eyes for a minute, because the next thing I know Kate is back. "I gotta go baby," Kate says, and Gabrielle springs up off the bed. I'm ready to go too, because my mind is fried. I stand up and look around for my skirt, finally spotting it near the foot of the bed. "Do you gotta go too?" Gabrielle asks me as she pulls the soggy sheet off of the bed. I nod, and she says sokay. What did she think I was going to do, stay and walk home from here? I almost start stripping the bed because everything is drenched, even the mattress pad and beyond, but I stop as I look over and see Gabrielle throwing the sheet on the floor on the other side of the bed. I get my skirt on and start heading for the hallway when I watch Gabrielle kneeling down on the sheet. Kate comes over and stands in front of her and spreads her legs. Gabrielle leans over and starts licking Kate's pussy. My first reaction was that this was something like a goodnight kiss. So sweet. Kate's knees bow a little, and she says "Here it comes." Kate looks over at me with a devilish look on her face. I probably look confused, and Kate says something about me not knowing what Baby really meant by the term "going", and that I probably won't like this. What don't I like? Just a cute little woman licking my girlfriend's cunt. Kate smiles and lets loose. In a matter of seconds, itt looks like Gabrielle just got hit in the face with a water balloon. A gusher of urine hits Gabrielle in the face and all over her upper body. I'm about to pass out as she recovers from the initial blast and leans forward and opens her mouth to get the rest. I'm not sure what happened next. That was as far as I got. I staggered out of the bedroom and darted into what was fortunately the bathroom. I got myself together the best I could and came out eventually, but I took my sweet time, having no intention of seeing if there was going to be an encore. Kate was in the kitchen, patiently waiting for me. I don't know where Gabrielle was, but I headed for the door, with Kate behind me trying to give me my shoes. Fresh air please. "You people are sick," I tell Kate, and while I know I am too, that's besides the point. Kate knew I didn't like what she had just done, but she claims that Gabrielle would have been hurt if she hadn't done it. She loves water sports. Kate thought it was funny that I had said yes when Baby asked me if I had to go too, and Kate says that would have really turned her on if I had. Kate also said that she thought I was rude for not hanging around, because they weren't done. I was. Kate also thought that I should have given Gabrielle a hug and a kiss goodbye, but she was laughing when she said it. On the way home, I thought about the woman that I thought I had known for the last five or six years, and I realized that after watching what went on back in that woman's apartment, I didn't really know her at all. What was worse for me was the realization that I didn't know myself either. If somebody told me in the morning what I would be doing later that night, I would have said they were crazy. No way would I ever sit and watch stuff like that. The fact that not only did I sit and watch it, but was actually very aroused and curious about a lot of what I witnessed, told me that before I pointed fingers at Kate and took the high moral road about it all, I had better take a look at myself first. ***** Thank you for reading, and as always I welcome comments from my readers.