Disconnected, Part 17

Payton rolled off the table and knelt next to it. One of her hands slipped between her legs and gently stroked her soaked lips, while the other reached out and spun the bottle on the table. She watched the bottle spin and come to a stop pointing at herself. “Does this mean I get to masturbate for ten minutes?”

“… Or you could have sex with Storm, but I think Aisling would call foul.” Brae said. He hand had migrated to Aisling’s lap and her fingers teased Aisling’s slit. The young girl in Brae’s lap didn’t say anything; she simply moaned out an ‘uh-huh’. “You’re hammered.” Brae commented, to which Aisling again moaned out an ‘uh-huh’.

“You just want to watch people have sex.” Payton commented as she spun the bottle again.

“Of course I do. It’s one of my favorite things to do behind having sex.” Brae said.

The bottle came to a stop with the neck pointing at the busty purple haired Kirstie. Payton crawled over to the girl and rest her hands on Kirstie’s lap. Kirstie looked down at Payton with a little nervous smile. Payton hooked her fingers into Kirstie’s panties and pulled them down the girl’s legs, and forced them to uncross in the process.

Payton lowered her head and pressed her tongue to the top of Kirstie’s bald slit. Kirstie shivered out a moan. “I thought I was supposed to… do stuff… if I got picked.” Kirstie said. Her hand moved to hold the back of Payton’s head.

“Spinner picks what happens.” Aisling said. She lifted her hand to cup the back of Brae’s, and pushed one of Brae’s fingers into herself.

Storm climbed into Kirstie’s lap, her little pussy pressed up against the back of Payton’s head and held her owner in place. She pressed her lips to Kirstie’s as Payton’s tongue explored Kirstie’s wet slit. Payton pressed her tongue against the underside of Kirstie’s clit while Storm’s hands stroked up the pinned girl’s body; she cupped Kirstie’s breasts and held her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

Brae gripped Aisling’s hair and pulled her head back. The young girl winced from discomfort, but didn’t have time to protest before Brea pressed her lips to Aisling’s. Brae’s other hand busied itself with thrusting a finger inside Aisling’s wet hole.

Kirstie moaned into Storm’s mouth and bucked her hips against Payton’s tongue. She flooded the older girl’s mouth with orgasmic juices. Storm didn’t lift away to let Payton up; she held her owner against Kirstie, her own hips gyrated and ground her pussy against the back of Payton’s neck. Kirstie closed her legs around Payton’s head and tried to push Storm away.

Payton reached up and started tapping Storm’s thigh. The synthetic pre-teen sighed and climbed off of Kirstie and Payton. “Little too aggressive, Storm.” Payton said while she wiped her chin on her arm.

“You usually like aggressive.” Storm said.

Payton kissed Kirstie’s belly then her lips and slipped away from the girl. “I like being aggressive with you. That’s different.” She turned to look at Brae and Aisling. “How about we change the game.”

Brae broke the kiss with Aisling, but kept her fingers moving inside the younger girl. “Change to what game?”

“You’re now horny, and this entire party was to cheer you up…” Payton started to speak as a grin grew on her lips. “We should make the sex about you.”

“…And her girlfriend.” Mia, the young redheaded girl added.

“You and Aisling.” Payton corrected herself.

“The game would be what’s a game?” Aisling slurred out.

“Stop. Take a breath. Think about what you are trying to say, and try that sentence again.” Brae said with a smirk. She removed her fingers from Aisling’s pussy and gave her puffy red lips a hard slap.

Aisling jumped from the sharp sting of pain on her pussy; she let out a pained cry that turned into a moan. “What would the game be, Payton?” She forced herself to annunciate.

“The game would be Storm restrains you both with rope and we take turns doing whatever we want to you.” Payton said.

“That’s my Tuesdays at Brae’s house.” Aisling said with a hiccough. Brae giggled at Aisling.

“I like that idea.” Elsa, the girl with multicolored braids, said.

“I’m not sure.” Brae said. She squirmed under Aisling as the young girl reached between her legs and played with Brae’s pussy.

The other girls and Storm looked between each-other, then at the spectators. “We aren’t exactly giving you a choice.” Storm said.

“Sounds like a blast to me.” Aisling said with a giggle. She squirmed around in Brae’s lap to face the older girl. She tried to kiss Brae’s lip and missed; she kissed her chin instead.

“It would to you.” Brae said with a smirk. She kissed Aisling’s forehead.

Payton left the room for a few moments, only to come back empty handed with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks. “Aisling, where would we, uh, find rope?”

Brae smirked again. “Didn’t exactly think this through, did you?” She said, to which Payton simply stuck out her tongue.

“My bedroom closet, big trunk. Just…” Aisling hiccoughed. “Just bring the entire thing down here.”

Payton and Storm both jogged up the stairs to Aisling’s room. They waded their way through the laundry, both dirty and clean, that lined the floor to Aisling’s closet and retrieved the trunk. More accurately, the diminutive ten-year-old-looking synthetic retrieved the trunk; it was far too heavy for Payton.

Storm dropped the heavy trunk on the floor by the table in the basement. A cloud of dust rose filled the air over the trunk from the impact. Storm knelt down and tried a few combinations on the lock before giving up and simply ripped the lock in half.

“Hey!” Aisling objected. She huffed but settled herself in Brae’s lap.

Storm reached into the trunk, pulled out several coils of soft rope, and set them on the table. She tilted her head and looked deeper into the trunk for a moment before she reached in and removed some fierce looking metal objects. “What are these?”

“Nipple clamps.” Aisling said. She climbed off of Brae’s lap and sat on the table. Brae followed Aisling to the table and knelt on it.

Brae craned her head over the lid of the trunk and looked inside. Her eyes widened at the cornucopia of sex toys and implements of torture inside. “Aisling, I have so many questions.”

“Later.” Payton said as Storm took the ropes and uncoiled them. Storm grabbed Brae’s wrists and quickly bound them together behind her back. She strung the rope between Brae’s legs and started the process of tying a tight rope harness around Brae’s body.

Brae squirmed against the bindings. She didn’t have enough freedom of movement to even attempt to test the ropes. “We’re really doing this?” Brae said while she made a face. One of the girls, a spectator of the previous game, grabbed a short dildo from the toy box and pressed it into Brae’s mouth as she spoke.

Aisling knelt next to Brae posed to be bound. She craned her neck to kiss Brae’s cheek. “It’ll be fun.” She whispered. Storm took another length of rope and bound Aisling the same as Brae. The little Storm pulled both girls onto their backs on the cold table. “Put a pillow under Brae’s shoulders.” Aisling said. Storm rolled her eyes and shoved a couch cushion under the older girl.

Alaina took a toy from the box and closed the lid. She knelt on the trunk and looked between the two bound girls laid out in front of her. She held the toy out, a vibrating dildo, and twisted the base. The toy hummed and shook; the length of the shaft bulged and flexed. She grinned and leaned forward, her short white hair covered her face as she moved to lay atop Brae. She pressed the tip of the toy to the rope between Brae’s lips.

Brae let out a groan of pleasure around the dildo shoved in her mouth. Alaina slowly stroked the tip of the toy along Brae’s split slit; the rope quickly darkened with moisture. Brae rolled her hips to move the tip of the toy against her sensitive nub, but the act was futile; the rope dampened the vibrations, and Alaina was having none of it. She gripped the ropes around Brae’s belly and held her in place while she stroked the toy against Brae’s lips.

Aisling rocked next to Brae, and built up enough momentum to flip herself over. She clamped her thigh around Brae’s knee and slowly rocked her body; she ground her pussy against Brae’s leg. She managed to crane her neck to press her lips against Brae’s nipple and took it into her mouth to gently suckle.

Alaina grinned and pushed the toy forward. She spread the ropes between Brae’s lips with the toy and forcefully shoved it deep into Brae’s wet pussy. Brae let out a loud cry around the dildo in her mouth as the pulsating toy spread her tight cunt open.

Payton nudged Alaina to the side. The white haired girl moved to straddle the small of little Aisling’s back as Payton lifted Brae’s free leg. She pushed Brae’s knee to the bound girl’s chest. Brae felt something press against the ropes between her ass cheeks. Payton pushed her hand a little harder and the object spread the ropes and pressed against Brae’s anus. Brae eyes shot open and she shook her head frantically, but Payton ignored it; Payton slid a cold, well lubed, plug into Brae’s ass.

Brae bit down hard as the toy spread her open. She panted through the pain of having both holes filled for the first time. Alaina gripped the end of the dildo in Brae’s cunt and slowly thrust it inside the bound girl. Payton removed the dildo from Brae’s mouth, and looked down at her.

“That fucking hurt.” Brae said with a pout that turned into a moan as Alaina continued to fuck her with the toy.

“I’m sorry?” Payton said with a grin and a shrug. She slipped from the table and walked over to an art project Aisling had been working on at some point in the past. She grabbed a handful of permanent markers and returned to Brae’s side. She uncapped one of the markers and held Brae’s head still; she pressed the tip of the marker to Brae’s forehead and started to write.

Aisling lifted her head and watched as Payton wrote. She giggled and grinned at the finished word. Before she, or Brae, could say anything, Payton did the same to the little bound girl.

Alaina turned the intensity of the vibrations to its highest setting and thrust hard and fast inside Brae. “What….” Brae started but interrupted herself with a loud moan as her hips bucked into the harsh treatment of her tight cunt. “What did you write?” She asked.

“Just a little something to tell everyone what you told me you wanted to be treated like.” Payton said. She capped the marker and stepped away.

Aisling looked at Brae; her own forehead bore the words ‘fuck toy’. “It says ‘Whore’.” she said before she lowered her lips back to Brae’s nipple. Brae clenched down on the toys in her holes and bucked against them; her belly tightened and curved her body up into little Aisling as the toy drove her to climax.

Alaina slipped off of Aisling and off the table. She sat down and watched as the others lined up and took turns writing things on Brae and Aisling. A few of the girls took turns straddling Brae’s face and held her head in place until she brought them to climax while others held Aisling’s legs open and pushed increasingly larger objects in the little girl.

Payton took out her phone and recorded Brae and Aisling’s torment, which continued for several hours; painfully for Aisling and humiliatingly for Brae. After a while the party died down quite a bit; girls didn’t go home as much as they found quiet corners to lay down in and fall asleep or to use their holobands. Payton and Storm absconded with Aisling’s bed and left the sweaty bound girls in the care of Alaina.

Before Alaina found her own place to lay down, she lifted the little girl and laid her atop Brae. “You two keep each other company until someone needs you.”

Aisling nuzzled into Brae’s thigh and licked at her exposed and sore clit. Brae let her head hang off the end of the table. She couldn’t moan anymore; her body was exhausted and continued stimulation wasn’t even registering. “You know, when we all get back into the game, I am going to do way worse to all of you.”

Alaina smirked. “Don’t you get it? That’s what everyone… except probably Payton… wants.” Brae made a face at Alaina and settled in to the small cushion on the table. “Get some sleep, M’Lord”. Alaina laid down on the sofa and dozed off after a few moments. Brae and Aisling took a little bit longer to fall asleep, but none the less did.

The sun shone brightly the next morning through the small basement window. The guests of the previous night all slowly roused from slumber and searched the room for their clothing. Alaina sat up from the sofa and looked around confused. “Where’s Brae and Aisling?”