Paradice Lost Pt. 08: Bait & Switch

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AlexMakin
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Gabrielle shrieked into her gag indignantly. It was all too much. Her head spun like a top. Everything ached and she wanted an orgasm more than ever before in her life, but these bitches just kept toying with her! Gabrielle thrashed angrily until the crop silenced her. Thirty-five.

"I don't think she wants to play anymore," Cheri translated.

"Well we're not finished yet, I'm afraid," Gwen said to a distraught Gabrielle, who shook her head thunderously.

"Someone's a little obstinate," Cheri offered.

"Then someone must want her clamps tightened," Laura moved toward Gabrielle, who yelped and tugged sharply on her chest without meaning to.

"Wait!" Gwen cut in. "I want to try something."

Gwen knelt down before Gabrielle and reached for her bound tits. Gabrielle braced for the worst but instead felt Gwen loosen the knot holding her nipple clamps. Gabrielle winced as their jaws relaxed considerably but after the initial sting, they felt much better. It had to be a trick of some kind.

"There, isn't that better?" Gwen soothed, taking a moment to rub Gabrielle's breasts tenderly. They were still strictly bound but comparatively, this was heaven. Next Gwen rose and tended to the ropes above. First the cord holding Gabrielle's head back disappeared, and then the strappado rope was loosened enough to lower Gabrielle's arms several inches. By now they were so sore that Gabrielle wasn't sure they'd be able to lower at all.

Finally, Gwen unbuckled the ring gag harness, leaving Gabrielle only in her hood and gag. Gabrielle couldn't help but be suspicious, but that didn't stop her from looking gratefully into Gwen's eyes.

"Would you like to cum, Gabrielle, for real?" Gwen asked kindly. Gabrielle nodded emphatically. "I have a little game planned and if you play along, I'll give you control of the vibrator. You can cum as much as you like. Would you like to play?"

Gabrielle shifted uncertainly until she yelped out in pain. Thirty-six. Her backside was so raw now that each smack of the crop was insufferable.

"She wasn't really asking, dear," Cheri reminded her wickedly.

And so she wasn't. Gwen walked behind Gabrielle who, though she could turn her head again at last, had trouble seeing what was going on. A hand traced her back affectionately before Gabrielle felt something hard and plastic by her hands, of all placed. Gabrielle snatched at it but Gwen yanked it away. Then the wand turned on again at a very teasing pace.

"This, honey, is the switch for the vibrator, and it's hanging just inches from your hands," Gwen explained, holding up the switch by its cord. Laura said nothing but kept brushing the crop menacingly up and down Gabrielle's thighs. "If you want it, come and get it."

Gabrielle outstretched her fingers but felt only air. If she strained her head she could make out the white blur of the switch in her peripheral vision. Gwen was definitely holding it there but she couldn't get a good look at it. She had to reach blindly.

Her arms were stiff and numb. Gabrielle stretched as best she could but still felt nothing. Whining helplessly, she arched her shoulders uncomfortably and reached but still...nothing. The vibrator revved up a little as an incentive. Gabrielle moaned. Her longing only compounded with the thought that the switch might actually be in her reach. Besides, Laura would probably start swinging again if Gabrielle didn't try hard enough.

Gabrielle's back arched, creaking against the straps holding her waist down, and her arms moved back a little. It was the only way. Pressing harder, Gabrielle lifted her body slightly off the stand only to feel a burst of pain on her nipples. Gwen had only loosened that rope so much and Gabrielle realized the more she pulled back, the more viciously those clover clamps would bite.

"Don't stop now, you're so close!" Cheri cackled.

Gabrielle steeled herself and yanked her body back. Her fingertip brushed the plastic, sending the switch swinging, and the clamps pinched so hard that Gabrielle collapsed back forward. Undeterred, Gabrielle tried again. Her arms reached back, fingers probing. Her back arched and the clamps tugged savagely. Eyes closed in concentration, Gabrielle cried out as her breasts stretched downward. Her fingers brushed the switch, sent it flying again. Gabrielle shook in frustration, the weights swinging wildly on her chest. She thought she had the switch between two fingers...

Thirty-seven. The crop hit Gabrielle's right breast and she tumbled forward back onto the stand. Grunting angrily, Gabrielle counted and tried again. She made about the same progress before Thirty-eight rapped across her ass, and Laura let out a satisfied giggle.

Gabrielle was enraged. Enough was enough. She wouldn't be their doll anymore. Sore from her toes to her fingertips, she'd been spanked, clamped, teased, tormented, lead on, let down, and mocked from moment one. Gabrielle was helpless, aroused, and humiliated. She couldn't get herself free, and she couldn't stop them from doing their worst, but she could stop playing their sadistic games.

Gabrielle struggled. She cursed them through her gag and did her best to ignore the persistent wand. Laura smacked her hard with the crop and though Gabrielle yelped, she didn't count. Again, and no counting. She just shook her head defiantly.

"Isn't that cute," Cheri mocked from afar. "She's done. Remember what she said when we didn't want to play anymore?"

Gabrielle whined resentfully. That was different. They needed Gabrielle's help.

Didn't they?

Laura grasped the rope suspending Gabrielle's arms and pulled it back until the bound woman reluctantly lifted off the seat. Fingers grasped but there was no switch to be found. Gabrielle recoiled as her toothbrush appeared on her taut, clamped breasts. It circled a nipple but Gabrielle remained defiant.

"You really want to do this, Gabbi?" Laura threatened. "We're not so far from the end."

Gabrielle shook uncomfortably but stood her ground.

"Alright," Laura let her go. "Then I'll need to make our remaining playtime very memorable...and give you a special incentive to participate."

Gabrielle trembled and soon felt that vibrator sliding out of her. She couldn't see it, but behind her Laura produced a large nondescript tube and squeezed a white cream out of it along the length of the dildo. She coated the phallus liberally in the white substance before wiping the remainder on her gloved fingers directly onto Gabrielle's vulva and clit. Gabrielle felt strange as the dildo was inserted back into her, smothering her pussy in the slick substance. Within seconds Gabrielle felt a warm tingling sensation that seemed to build.

"Feel good?" Laura asked. "A few months ago I got my hands on this cream. I found it, poetically enough, on Kickstarter, where some scientist was trying to get funding for mass production. The project fell through but I was his biggest donor, so he sent me a sample of the stuff as a thank-you."

Gabrielle moaned softly. The tingling was building intensely. She was already sweating. The vibrator wasn't even on at the moment, but all her thought dwelled on the way it filled her.

"It's this wonderful, highly potent aphrodisiac. Don't worry, it's perfectly safe. I tried it on myself once and, I must say, it works. Really, really well. I was horny out of my mind and neither Gwen nor Cheri knew why at the time. Of course, I only used a little drop while you...well, I gave you a bit more. But you knew that part, didn't you?"

Gabrielle was panting now. All her aches seemed to disappear. All she could think about was her deep, animal desire. Her loins were aflame—not uncomfortable but alight with absolute need for release. Gabrielle didn't know what the hell this cream was, or what was in it, but it worked.

Laura and Gwen both leaned close to Gabrielle's hooded face. She moaned desperately. What she wanted now didn't involve the least bit of talking.

"Shall we continue, Gabbi?" Gwen whispered into her ear. "You look like you want something."

"Are you going to be a good little toy?" Laura whispered into the other ear. Gabrielle nodded and moaned vigorously. Anything. Anything they wanted.

"I like that stuff!" Cheri giggled.

"Let's see if she means it," Laura walked back behind Gabrielle. Thirty-nine. Gabrielle shouted the number to the rooftops. Her rear burned like hell, but God...now even the crop fueled her lust.

The vibrator turned on, its every twitch majestically amplified by the cream. Gabrielle felt like she might burst. Wrenching her head to the side, she saw the switch was back within reach and lurched backward. Forty surprised her, but Gabrielle just moaned in response and continued. The clamps went taut on her breasts, but Gabrielle didn't care anymore.

Cheri rose from her seat to observe. Gabrielle's head tilted back as she reached behind her, clawing for the switch. Cheri's hand brushed her leather-clad cheek.

"A rare gift, isn't it?" Cheri asked quietly. Gabrielle stared at her with wide, hungry eyes.

Cheri eyed the tight clamps below. Her hands descended.

"Tell us you want to cum, Gabrielle," Cheri commanded. Her hands wrapped themselves around Gabrielle's bulbous globes. Gabrielle groaned continued to stretch. Her hands rapped against their coveted plastic pendulum.

"Tell us," Cheri repeated. Gabrielle cried out frantically to oblige. She'd never wanted anything more in her life.

"And what if I say no?" Cheri asked, looking to Gwen. Suddenly Gabrielle didn't feel the switch anymore. Gwen had taken it away. She shrieked and stared at Cheri with wide eyes. Forty-one.

"What if I say you should be teased?" Cheri's hands gripped Gabrielle's breasts and squeezed. Gabrielle groaned agonizingly but kept stretching back. They were in total control. Her body was theirs to play with. The only path before her was perseverance, to reach and stretch and hope. Cheri finished, "Would you believe me? Trust that whoever binds you best, knows best?"

Gabrielle whimpered, searching Cheri for mercy and release. Cheri nodded to Gwen again and the switch reappeared. Gabrielle lunged but Cheri moved her hand to grasp the chain between the clamps. She yanked it forward until Gabrielle's body was pulled too far to reach the switch. Both sets of eyes watered.

"Maybe...some day, you'll thank me, Gabrielle." Forty-two.

Cheri let go and Gabrielle, panting, reached back again. This time, at long last, the switch tumbled into her grip. With both hands Gabrielle held on for dear life and, finding the switch itself, slid it all the way up.

The wand exploded within her, and Gabrielle exploded with it. She craved it from head to toe so badly that her body quaked long before the orgasm itself arrived. Passion surfed along her every nerve. Muscles flared as she thrust against the vibrator as best she could. Cheri's hands returned but Cheri welcomed the distraction of their discomfort. She might have moaned but she couldn't. The voice of her release devolved into passionate grunts and squeals which filled the room. The switch slipped from Gabrielle's hands and she collapsed forward, weights shivering with the rest of her.

Her mind was empty in the way she'd always wished for Gwen, Laura, and especially Cheri. To be freed from everything but the serenity of bondage and pleasure. To be filled with need only to have that need satisfied blissfully. Only when Gabrielle's bliss faded, her need remained. The cream's seductive effect on her body lingered, more insatiable than ever. Panting and exhausted, Gabrielle's returning mind knew she could bear no more, yet her body screamed for it as though she'd never climaxed at all.

Gabrielle lifted herself back again, eager to pacify her narcotic desire, but the switch was gone. Instead she felt hands all over her body. Her arms were yanked back into the strict strappado and tied there. The rope on her nipple clamps was pulled tight again—tighter than before. And, devastatingly, Gabrielle felt the vibrator cease and slide out of her pussy completely. Gabrielle shrieked in protest. She'd suffer any position, any torment, but she needed release. It consumed her every thought.

"Plmmph!" she cried, her head spinning about to try and find her captors. Forty-three.

The tingling persisted. Gabrielle's first orgasm was totally forgotten. All that mattered now was the next one.

"Plmmph!" she tried again. The crop brushed light against her back before sliding over her crimson ass. Even its tiny graze stung. Gabrielle didn't care.

The silent crop moved to her thigh, travelling upward sensually until it flicked against Gabrielle's quivering sex. There it pressed for what felt like an eternity. Even its threatening contact tempted Gabrielle's arousal, until finally...

"Plmmph!" Forty-four came quick as a flash. The crop slapped Gabrielle's pussy smartly. The captive protested her unbearable treatment.

"PLMMPH!" Gabrielle screamed. Forty-five rapped across her helpless vulva, and Forty-six didn't wait for her to plead. Gabrielle reeled in desperation, her every aching inch begging for both more and less. A helpless tear splashed into the fibers of the carpet below.

Laura appeared before her, crop still in her hand. Laura bent down to Gabrielle's level and used the crop to lift her chin until their eyes met. At last, something besides Gabrielle's sharp exhales broke the silence.

"Gabrielle," Laura said sternly. "You stole something from each of us, and today we take it back. Once we have it, we will get you dressed. We will drive you to the airport, where we've booked you a flight back to France. And we will never see or think about you again. But before you go, I think you owe each of us an apology."

Gabrielle let Laura's eyes bore into her. She saw an incredible spirit, beautiful and confident. She saw the sexy woman who'd found the will to face her fears and risk escape, who had born Gabrielle's worst punishments and emerged as fiery and determined as ever. A wild horse who still needed to be broken.

"Uhm...uhm srrmhy," Gabrielle stammered.

Laura seemed satisfied and moved out of view. Forty-seven struck her unsympathetically.

Gwen appeared, and Gabrielle saw a measured woman who chose her moments carefully. A patient woman whose trust needed to be earned, yet who also succumbed quite easily to a dominating presence. Someone who could yet be turned.

"Uhm srrmhy," she lied. Forty-eight.

Cheri was last. Mon Chéri. In her Gabrielle saw the most peculiar strength. A person for whom friendship was everything, who gave of herself eagerly and wholly to those she cared for. Someone who would walk through Hell to save a soul that wasn't hers. Someone Gabrielle loved dearly.

"Nuh-uh," Gabrielle choked. She couldn't do it. She couldn't apologize to Cheri, even as a lie. It would be a betrayal.

"What did you say?" Laura thundered from afar.

"Nuh-uh!" Gabrielle yelled defiantly. Forty-nine.

"I told you she wouldn't understand," Laura said dismissively. Cheri looked incredibly hurt.

"Cheri," Gwen's voice could be heard. "You were still right. We had to try."

"I know," Cheri said dejectedly as she walked out of view.

"We could show her what it felt like until the end of time, but she'll always find some way to rationalize it," Laura said, "all that's left for us is to make things even."

"Yeah," Cheri said at last. "I guess you're right. Let me do that last one."

Gabrielle didn't really understand any of this. It didn't sink in. The only clear thing to her was Fifty.

* * *

Gabrielle thrashed and moaned fanatically. The vibrator was back in place and working its full magic on her. It was hard to complain given that the cream still drove her mad with desire. The pure pleasure of her first orgasm had been replaced with the fatigue and overstimulation of its second, third, and fourth siblings. Clamps tugged, weights swung, and her toes dug resolutely into the floor. And while Gabrielle was vibed relentlessly, her three captors watched and waited for the orgasms to stop being so fun. Once it was clear Gabrielle could endure no more, they left the wand to drag her once more to the edge before turning it off.

"Hmm," Laura mused at last, pacing around Gabrielle's quivering, defeated body. "Looks like we finished ahead of schedule. We have some extra time on her hands, girls!"

Cheri and Gwen giggled as their prisoner struggled uncomfortably. Whatever their original plan for Gabrielle, it had run its course. Now they spoke as though she wasn't even there.

"Still plenty of time before we need to take her to the airport," Laura continued. "I thought by now I'd be tired of punishing her. Thought she might sleep a tiny bit before we shipped her back to France no worse for wear...mostly."

Gabrielle groaned miserably. Now all she could think about was being set free.

"I know what you mean," Gwen agreed. "Now that I'm here, I don't really feel ready to let her go yet. How bout you, Cheri?"

There was a pause before Cheri spoke. "I just keep thinking what she would do, if our places were reversed and, well, I don't think she'd have any pity. I wanted to be nice but...not anymore."

Gabrielle shook wildly in protest only to go instantly still when she felt Laura's crop press into her tender backside.

"All in favor of extending our guest's sentence until it's time to leave?"

Gabrielle couldn't see their vote, but she didn't need to. Not that she didn't loudly protest.

Cheri leaned close. "Sorry babe, guess we're not quite as submissive as you thought."

"Great!" Laura announced, "Now that's settled, any thoughts on how best to use our extra time with our guest here?"

Cheri was tired of being a spectator. She paced around Gabrielle, running a hand along the parade of skin, nylon, and leather.

"Why choose?" she asked idly. "I think we can fit in an entire encore performance. That's a nice, French word, isn't it, Gabbi?"

Gabrielle bucked and whimpered at the prospect. Her head shook back and forth as much as it could. She wanted to collapse, but instead found the ring gag harness being fitted back into place.

"Ooooh," Laura nodded in agreement. "It'll be close timing. You think we can squeeze it all in?"

"Absolutely," said Gwen, finding her zeal returning, "if we all pitch in this time. I'll work the vibrator."

"I can give those tits my undivided attention," Cheri said with wicked relish, picking up the toothbrush.

"And I," quipped Laura, "well, you already know, don't you, Gabrielle?"

With that came a sharp whack of the crop. Gabrielle screamed into her gag. Her bottom already crimson and sore, the crop's touch was searing.

"Count," Laura commanded menacingly. Gabrielle sniveled as she felt the other two captors stirring around her, preparing to join in the fun. Gabrielle jumped as she felt what must be Cheri's hand squeeze her breast brusquely.

"Count!" Cheri spoke right into her ear.

"Wmph!" Gabrielle sobbed mechanically.

One.

* * *

Gabrielle walked back from the check-in kiosk with her luggage checked and boarding pass in hand. She showed it to Laura glumly and in turn was handed a small silver key.

"This will open your luggage when you receive it in France. Never come back."

Gabrielle looked like she wanted to say something, but Laura turned on her heel and walked away without a second look. Once outside, she got in their car and Gwen immediately pulled away from the curb.

"Thank God that's over," Cheri sighed, "Look, I really am s—"

"No, Cheri," Gwen said sharply. "No more apologies. It's done."

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