Enter the Hummingbird.
Megan and Chiara were chatting at the studio when I arrived. Chiara hugged and kissed me on the cheek. “You accepted our invitation, so, I assume Megan is hot enough for you?”
I winked at Megan and chuckled, “She’ll do. Hello again, Megan.”
Megan snickered, “I’m relieved to know that I meet your minimum requirements, Gil. And, thank you for agreeing to this.”
Megan is a very beautiful young lady. Her long, chestnut brown hair was tied in a ponytail. She’s a full head shorter than Chiara. Megan’s breasts are larger than Chiara’s and were held in place firmly against her chest by a gray, tight sports bra. Her flat belly was exposed from under her breasts to mid-way down her hips, as were her slender and toned legs. The gray, tight, elastic shorts she wore showed off the plump mound between her legs. The sight made my cock twitch and shift in my pants.
“Don’t thank me just yet, Megan. How I tie is not for the faint of heart,” I replied as I grabbed two hanks of rope from a neatly stacked pyramid from a shelf on the wall I was standing next to and tossed them to Megan.
She trapped the ropes between her forearms and chest and gave Chiara a quizzical look. As is if to ask Chiara what she had gotten herself in to.
Chiara huffed and sternly warned me, “Giiil, remember your promise.”
I winked at Chiara and said to Megan, “Show me what you got, Megan. Tie Chiara in a two-rope, suspension bearing chest harness of your choice. I want her arms, palm to elbow behind her back. Then, untie her and I’ll give it go.”
Megan smiled and replied, “You’ll show me yours if I show you mine.”
I chuckled, “Cheeky. I like you, Megan.”
Chiara wore a red, silk kimono with a white sash tied around her waist. She grinned at me as undid the sash, opened the kimono to expose her naked body, and let it slip off her shoulders and fall to the ground. “Megan is fine with me being naked if you were wondering, Gil,” she informed me.
I replied, “No complaints from me, either.”
I watched on in focused silence as Megan wound and pulled and tied the ropes around Chiara. She was methodical; her movements were crisp, clean and calculated. She exerted the minimum amount of energy possible. The precision of her movements and her rope handling skill was masterful. None of her movements were wasted. It was as if she tied to the beat of a metronome that only she could hear. When she had to move to position herself around Chiara’s body, she moved like a hummingbird flying from flower to flower, and hovered just long enough to weave or tie the rope, without disturbing Chiara’s stillness or her own center of gravity. Megan possessed perfect control of the tension in the rope and the path it travelled. I was impressed.
When she had completed the chest harness, she stepped away from Chiara and looked at me. I nodded and Megan proceeded to untie Chiara. “Time to show me yours, Gil,” she grinned as she tossed me the two ropes.
I narrowed my eyes and slightly lowered my head as I replied, “I won’t be offended if you leave before I’ve completed the tie, Megan. You are free to make an exit anytime you please.” I grabbed a fistful of Chiara’s hair and forced her to her knees, yanked her head back and stared into her eyes. “I’ve kept my word. The next part is out of my control.”
Chiara licked her lips and grinned in agreement.
I knelt behind Chiara and began to tie the same chest harness as Megan had, without any of the gentleness that she had displayed. When I needed Chiara to lean forward, backward, or sideways, I’d grab a fistful of her hair, or one of her breasts, and forcefully bend her body into position. I leaned hard on Chiara and used my weight to lock her twisted body in uncomfortable positions as I dug the rope into her flesh. Where Megan manoeuvred her body to orbit around Chiara’s, I manipulated Chiara’s body to accommodate my stance.
Chiara whimpered, yelped and moaned as I tied her. Having to counter the pressure I applied to her body put a heavy strain on all her muscles and joints. The harder each muscle in her body worked, the faster her heart had to pump blood to provide the increased need of oxygen, and the more aroused she became. I was softening her up – tiring her body would ensure her state of awareness would be heightened. In that state, she would be able to endure more.
After I had slipped the rope under her breasts, I grabbed them one after the other, squeezed them hard and pulled them upwards to work the rope tight and sung under each breast. I looked at Megan as I slapped each of Chiara’s bound tits. Megan jumped with a start each time my open hand made hard contact with Chiara’s soft tit meat.
Chiara was covered in a thin coat of sweat from head to toe by the time I had completed the tie. Megan stood stiff and still. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She was trying to process what she had just witnessed and how it had made her feel. The moisture between her legs made her uncomfortable. Surely, the almost violent demonstration she had witnessed should not have aroused her.
Chiara yelped out loud when I gripped her throat and shoved her onto her back.
“Knees up, legs spread,” I ordered.
Chiara obeyed. I unwound a hank of thirty-foot rope, folded it in half three times, tied a knot at one end and made an impromptu flogger.
I dangled the ends of the rope back and forth across Chiara’s breasts as I positioned myself next to her head, and addressed Megan, “How are you holding up, Megan?”
She cleared her throat and nodded.
“I require a verbal reply. Remember our conversation? Communication between everyone involved in a session is paramount. And make no mistake, being a spectator is participating. Chiara and I need to know you are okay. Are you concerned for Chiara’s wellbeing? Are you concerned for your emotional wellbeing? Would you like to leave?” I asked each question sternly.
Megan gathered her thoughts for a moment and replied, “Watching is a much different experience from just talking about it. I am fine so far. But, yes, I am a little concerned for Chiara.”
“Ask her if she’s fine,” I ordered Megan.
“Are you okay, Chiara?”
Chiara kept her eyes closed as she replied, “Mmm, I am better than okay, Meagan. Things haven’t begun to get interesting yet. Gil is just warming me up.”
Painting flesh.
I didn’t wait for Megan to reply, I swung the makeshift flogger hard against Chiara’s breasts. She writhed and yelped out loud. I struck her breasts four more times and snarled at Chiara, “Don’t come just yet, whore.”
Chiara moaned with urgency, “I need to come from a strike of your hand!”
I walked the length of her body, turned, and positioned myself between Chiara’s bent and spread legs. I placed the heel of my foot on the ground and rested its sole on Chiara’s slick slit. Slowly, I increased the pressure on her pussy by leaning forward. I grunted and flogged her breasts with a steady rhythm. Chiara clenched her jaw and dug her chin hard into her shoulder to keep from crying out from the steadily increasing heat and sting in her breasts and the pressure applied to her swollen pussy and clit.
When she screamed and turned her shoulders to escape the next lash, I stopped the flogging and freed her pussy from the pressure of my foot. I bent at my waist and flipped Chiara onto her belly.
“Your breasts turned such lovely shade of red, Chiara. I want your back, ass and legs the same color.”
I struck her back with the rope. Chiara lifted her head off the floor and moaned. I turned to Megan and ordered her to come closer. “Stand in front of this pain slut’s head so that you can watch as I paint her flesh.”
Megan obeyed and trotted to position herself a foot away from Chiara’s head.
I snarled, “Motivate me, Megan. Take off your top and expose your breasts.”
She bit her lower lip and without hesitation removed her top and let it slip from her hand to the ground.
“Lock your hands behind your neck. Be aware of your posture, if you slump your shoulders or do not keep your hands behind your head, I will strike your breasts until they are as red as Chiara’s,” I sternly warned her.
Megan nodded with a slight shiver and obeyed.
“I am pleased with your obedience. Your breasts are spectacular, Megan. They were made to be bound and marked,” I growled.
Megan shivered at my words. She replied in a whisper, “I want to experience that.”
I stood straddled over Chiara with my feet on either side of her hips and began striking her back with quick, sharp blows of the rope flogger as I swung my arm and snapped my wrist in a figure eight motion. I shuffled backwards slowly as I painted Chiara’s back, ass and legs. She gasped and moaned and jerked each time I struck her. When I had flogged the entire length of her body, her flesh glowed with red streaks from below her neck to above her ankles.
I bent at the waist and pulled Chiara up to her feet by her hair as I locked eyes with Megan. Megan’s eyes darted back and forth from Chiara to me.
I pressed my lips to Chiara’s ear and growled loud enough for Megan to hear, “Spread your legs, whore.”
Chiara gasped and spread her trembling legs, thrust her hips forward, and moaned, “Fuck! Yes!”
Megan was facing Chiara; a few feet separated them. I grinned and calmly said, “Tell Megan how cruel I am, Chiara. Tell her that when you begged me to hit your cunt and make you come, I denied you of sweet release.”
Chiara met Megan’s wide-eyed stare and gasped, “I begged Gil to slap my cunt and make me come in an underground parking lot. He decided to be a prick and deny me.”
Megan remained still and speechless. She couldn’t look away from Chiara after the confession.
“Do you think I am cruel, Megan?” My voice startled her.
Megan shook her head.
I grinned as I clawed at Chiara’s pussy. “I will leave the decision of making you come, Chiara, up to Megan. Ask her if I should strike your pussy, or if I should continue to make you suffer.”
Chiara quivered with anticipation. “Please, Megan! Say yes! I need to come. Please say yes!” Her breathy plea sent a powerful shiver down Megan’s spine. “I’ll tongue fuck your asshole until you come if you say yes.”
Megan was dumbstruck. Her chest heaved. She felt lightheaded and sucked in air through her mouth. She had become very aroused at what she was witnessing. The sadistic, psychological torment I was inflicting upon Chiara sent Megan’s senses reeling. She couldn’t imagine what Chiara was feeling. But watching Chiara writhe and listening to her plea to be allowed to come, made Megan’s belly flutter and her pussy clench.
“Well, young lady, you have a decision to make. Do you wish to end Chiara’s suffering, or do you wish to prolong it?” I sternly asked Megan.
Chiara moaned and thrust her hips forward. “Please! One good smack is all it will take!” she begged Megan.
Megan closed her eyes, and in a quivering voice said, “Yes.”
“Open your eyes, Megan. I want you to watch,” I snarled.
Megan took a deep breath and held it as she slowly opened her eyes and focused her stare on my hand gripping Chiara’s pussy.
“Would you like to strike Chiara’s cunt and try make her come, Megan?” I asked. I wanted to test Megan’s boundaries and also demonstrate logic versus instinct in a real scenario.
Megan shook her head as her hands flew behind her back in a non-verbal show of refusal and reluctance to strike Chiara’s pussy. I grinned and lashed the rope flogger fast and hard across her breasts. Megan shrieked and quickly locked her hands back behind her head.
With a coy grin on my face, I said, “You are much crueler than I could ever be, Megan. Chiara is suffering and you won’t provide her reprieve from the torment consuming her poor, aching pussy.”
Megan almost sobbed her reply, “I’m sorry, Chiara.”
I released Chiara’s pussy from my grip and raised my arm in the air. Megan jumped with a start and squealed when my open hand struck Chiara hard between her legs. The wet, hefty smack filled her ears. The thought of how her own pussy would feel if it was struck hard flashed in her mind.
Chiara shrieked and cursed as her pussy clenched tight and she started to come. Her breath caught in her throat, she was deathly still for just an instant. A quiver in her body steadily increased in intensity. When her orgasm peaked, her body shook hard and she let out a long, raspy groan. A stream of liquid squirted out of her pussy and sprayed Megan’s thighs. Chiara went limp in my arms. I held on tight to her as she recovered.
I asked Chiara if she was okay. She moaned and replied, “I’m better than okay. Fuck, I needed that. I feel weightless.”
I chuckled and asked her, “Can you stand up on your own while I untie you?”
Chiara snuggled tighter against me and replied, “I can, but keep your arms around me a bit longer.” Chiara sighed, and asked Megan, “Megan, would you be a dear and untie me? Gil has his hands full.” She turned her head to look at Megan and cooed, “Give me a few minutes and I’ll make good on my promise. Poor baby, you must be aching to come.”
Megan could not reply or make eye contact with Chiara or me.
“Are you okay, Megan?” I asked. “I haven’t forgotten about you.”
She closed her eyes and did not respond.
I sternly addressed Megan. “Look at me, Megan!” I waited until she made eye contact me. “Are you okay?”
She let out a long sigh of relief. My words brought her back to the moment. She nodded. “Yes, I’m okay. That was incredibly intense to watch.”
I slowly lowered my gaze to Megan’s erect nipples, and then to the plump mound between her legs and grinned. “I would say it was intense and undeniably arousing for you. You have dripped through to your shorts, Megan.”
The thin, gray material of her skin-hugging shorts had absorbed her pussy juice and spread into a dark, wet blotch. Meagan crossed her legs and covered her crotch with both her hands; it was a reaction – instinct – rather than a conscious action. I growled and lashed the rope flogger hard across her breasts. The rope bit into the soft flesh and her breasts bounced and jiggled on her chest. Megan yelped, grimaced and quickly locked her hands behind her neck again.
“Chiara was right, Meagan, you are a sharp, young lady,” I grinned. “How do your breasts feel?”
Megan exhaled hard and replied, “They hurt.”
“Hearing you tell me I hurt you makes my cock hard.” I stared at her and asked, “Does the thought of me hurting someone still arouse you?”
Megan nodded. “More so now, Gil. Because you hurt me.”
“Do you want me to continue to hurt you?”
Megan gasped. She nodded and replied with a quiver in her voice, “Yes.”
“Hmmm, what else, Megan? Don’t be shy. Do you want me to flog your breasts in a similar manner that I flogged Chiara’s? Will you take Chiara up on her offer and allow her to tongue fuck that tight asshole of yours?”
Megan’s mind was racing, and her pussy was throbbing like nothing she had ever experienced before. She closed her eyes and quivered. “When will I get this opportunity again?” she thought to herself.
Chiara moaned and writhed in my arms. She was getting horny again. The thought of licking and sucking Megan’s ass made her pussy wet. “Untie me, Megan, and I’ll alternate between tongue fucking your tight, little asshole and licking Gil’s balls while he pounds your pussy with his big, beautiful cock.”
Megan surrendered to her arousal and proceeded to untie Chiara. Chiara turned around in my arms and placed her hands on Megan’s hips. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of Megan’s shorts and slid her hands around to Megan’s firm, round ass and pulled her close.
Chiara purred as she gave each of Megan’s ass cheeks a firm squeeze, “Let’s get you out of these wet shorts and have a look at that pretty pussy I am so curious to see.” She slowly kissed her way down Megan’s body, and at the same time slid the shorts down and over Megan’s hips and down to her ankles. Chiara knelt before her. Megan placed her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she stepped out of her shorts.
Show me the Wolf.
I locked eyes with Megan and softly growled, “You two are making it hard for me to keep the wolf at bay.”
Megan swallowed hard, parted her dry lips and licked them. She met my steely gaze with a frightened, doe-like stare and in a breathy whisper said, “Show him to me, Gil. Show me the wolf.”
Her words sent a shiver through me. My cock twitched hard and grew fully erect. I grabbed her by the throat and pulled her face to mine. My eyes narrowed and my lips slowly formed a snarl upon my face. “Pleased to meet you, Megan,” I growled. I kissed her mouth hard, released the grip on her throat and ordered, “Cup your tits in your hands. Present them to me and offer them to my rope, Megan.”
She obeyed immediately. She cupped her breasts and lifted them off her chest. I swung the tassels of rope hard across the top of both her breasts. Megan sucked in a deep, hissing breath through clenched teeth. I allowed her a moment settle into the sting and the rising heat of the blow.
Chiara positioned herself in front of Megan. Her mouth was inches away from the hairless, slick slit between Megan’s legs. “Such a pretty pussy; so smooth and dripping with honey. I am dying to taste it, Gil. May I?” Chiara asked in a sultry and breathy voice.
I struck Megan’s tits again and replied to Chiara, “Suck on it to your heart’s content, Chiara. Do not make her come. That privilege belongs to my cock. You two naughty ladies have the wolf’s full attention.”
Chiara let out a long sigh as she licked at Megan’s slick pussy. Megan shivered and her knees buckled from the sensation. I tugged one of Megan’s breasts away from her chest by its nipple and struck it hard. Megan moaned and bit her lip to stop from crying out. I released her breast and struck Megan’s tits with quick, sharp blows of the rope flogger as I swung my arm and snapped my wrist in tight, quick circular motion. Her pale flesh quickly turned into a shiny and glowing red. I stopped the flogging of her breasts – I needed to fuck her.
“Bend over and spread your ass for Chiara,” I snarled as I grabbed her ponytail and pulled down and towards to make her bend at the waist.
Chiara crawled on her hands and knees and positioned herself behind Megan. I slowly pulled the zipper of my pants down and released my pulsating cock. Megan licked her lips as she gripped her ass cheeks and spread them. Chiara licked at Megan’s asshole, swirling her tongue in slow circles. Megan gasped at the warm and wet sensation. I lifted Meagan’s head by her ponytail and slid my cock into her open mouth to the back of her throat. She gagged and coughed but didn’t try to pull away.
Chiara breached Megan’s ass with her tongue and slid two fingers deep into Megan’s pussy, and cooed, “She’s on fire, Gil. Her poor pussy is starving for cock.”
Megan sucked hard on my cock. I twitched hard in her mouth. “Fuck!” I growled. I pulled Megan upright by her ponytail and lifted her in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Chiara grabbed my cock and aimed it at Megan’s slick, gaping slit. I lowered Megan on my cock until it was buried balls deep in her. She moaned, snapped her head back and bucked her hips. She moaned louder with each urgent, thrust of her hips.
Chiara cooed, “Ooo, she a moaner, Gil. I love watching your big cock stretch out a tight pussy. Does Gil’s cock feel good in your pussy, Megan?”
Megan grunted and nodded her head once in reply to Chiara’s question. I felt her pussy clench around my cock as she continued to bounce on my cock with increasing urgency. Chiara went back to work on Megan’s ass with her tongue. Licking, sucking and forcing it inside her tight hole. She cupped my balls in one hand and massaged them gently.
Megan squeezed her arms tighter around my neck. “Fuuuck! I’m going to come!” she wailed.
I grabbed hold of Megan’s hips, lifted her off the shaft of my cock, and held her in midair with only the head of my cock inside of her. “Shove your tongue deep in her ass, Chiara. I want to feel it in her pussy,” I growled.
Megan sunk her teeth into the thick muscles of my neck when Chiara’s tongue breached her asshole. I felt her body begin to quiver. She was nearing a very intense orgasm. I sunk my fingers into her hips and impaled her rough and hard on my cock. A violent orgasm rocked Megan’s body. She gnawed at my neck as she squeezed her legs around my waist with a vice-like grip. Her body juddered against me as she surrendered to the orgasm ripping through her.
I was close to blowing my load. Pressure built up quickly at the base of my cock. I grunted, lifted Megan off my cock and thrust my hips upwards as I crashed her hips into mine. The muscles at the base of my cock contracted hard and I erupted deep inside Megan’s pussy.
Chiara stopped tonguing Megan’s ass when she felt my balls tighten. She cooed and sucked on the base of my cock and Megan’s pussy, eagerly waiting for my cum to seep out of her. “Mmm!” she softly growled when she was rewarded with mouthfuls of a thick, cocktail mix of Megan’s pussy juice and my thick, hot cum.
Megan slowly relaxed her grip around me as she recovered. She inhaled deep and unlocked her legs from around my waist. My cock slid out of her pussy with a sloppy pop. Chiara quickly took my semi-erect cock into her mouth and sucked it clean.
Megan kept her arms around my neck as she tried to stand on her wobbly, unsteady legs. She giggled and excitedly exclaimed, “Sorry. I need more time to get my land legs back. That was crazy intense! I’m shaking so hard on the inside.”
I grinned and asked, “Was this all that you hoped it would be?”
I held on to both of Megan’s elbows as she knelt next to Chiara. Megan hugged Chiara and replied, “It was so much more than I expected. I was overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations and emotions, and, I honestly can say that I have never come so hard. The thought of leaving crossed my mind more than once, but I just couldn’t bring myself to leave. Overall, it was the most intense experience of my life. It was very scary at times, but just absolutely amazing and thrilling. Thank you, the both of you. And I really am sorry, Chiara, but I couldn’t find it in me to hit you.”
Chiara cuddled Megan to her bosom, placed a kiss on her forehead and sighed, “Sweet, sweet girl. That was Gil fucking with both our minds. He is the master of mind fucks. He got off on scaring you and prolonging my agony.” Chiara winked at me and softly chuckled, “You are a prick, Mr Renard. My absolute, most favorite prick in the entire world.”
Serenity.
Chiara began to gently rock Megan in her arms. Whether Chiara was aware of it or not, her instinct at that moment was to comfort Megan, to put her mind at ease, and to make her feel safe. And whether Megan was aware of it or not, her instinct at that moment was to be comforted by Chiara and to be reassured that they both were undamaged.
I silently observed the two lovely ladies as they shared a tender moment.
Epilogue.
And thus concludes Gil Renard’s adventures. I thought it poetic to end the final story on a tender note.
Thanks to everyone who showed interest in and enjoyed Gil’s adventures.
S.
