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1/26/2015 1:13 am

Something extra - follows The Scarf

Oksana is a striking, blonde, Ukrainian bisexual girl. She is very creative and pretends she is a Graphic Designer but in truth she works as an upscale escort. She frequently visits European cities and is a known associate of The Captain. She is tiny, maybe five feet tall, 25 years old and loves to play with girls at the Captain’s pleasure. She is slightly Dom but only with women. The Captain is responsible for weaning her off her near fatal cocaine habit and guiding her into the hands of her permanent girlfriend/mentor two years ago. The lucky beneficiary is a glamorous, dominant Mistress based in Brussels who also advertises on Alt com. Some of you will know her but I am not allowed to reveal her specific identity.

The following is a continuation of Amelia’s story with an exact description of what Oksana and the Captain did with her…

Oksana was dressed only in an opaque white bra and panties. At her wrist, a signature red ribbon. She nodded at the Captain with a smile and knelt at the end of the bed in front of the tied and wrapped figure of Amelia. “Now Amelia, I want your assent. Shall we ask Oksana to play?” Inside the scarf Amelia was desperate to know what Oksana looked like.

She could not move her hands. She could not make anything out through the fabric of the hood-like blindfold. She decided to accept that the Captain has good taste and would not let her down. She gently nodded. Immediately there were delicate hands on her breasts, rummaging and squeezing tightly.

The Captain said in a firm voice “”Fingertips now… be careful!” Oksana slowed down but her fingers felt busy and urgent. She touched Amelia’s head through the cloth, ran her finger around the red ribbon choker and tugged it causing Amelia to start in alarm. Her tiny fingers hurriedly undid the remaining buttons on her blouse. She gripped, picked and turned the jewelry in Amelia’s pierced nipples. She was rummaging beneath the undergarments and around the cups of the bra – rather clumsily and far too eagerly but her enthusiasm could clearly be felt.

Swiftly she slipped her hand inside Amelia’s silky panties/ Amelia felt manicured fingernails abrade the lips of her pussy. “Wait!” called The Captain. “”Let me check!” He spoke sternly and she ceased her play withdrawing her fingers.

Amelia felt the Captain's presence behind her. Oksana resumed her games inside Amelia’s bra. Her little fingers twirled and toyed with the nipple piercings and she pushed her fingers under the ribbon at her neck drawing it tighter still. Amelia was gasping but accepting - it was seriously fucking sexy.

The Captain then rammed his hand roughly into her panties from behind and foraged between her buttocks. His finger brutally investigated the delicate circle of her anus, then, as her panties stretched downward she felt two fingers part the lips of her groomed pussy.

”What is this?” he asked in her ear - a rhetorical question. He inserted his fingers again forcefully. She was soaking wet and the lips were very slippery. She could feel wetness on the inside of her thighs. Her legs parted slightly to let him in further and she gasped as he held her there. He was very close behind her; she was pressed against the end of the bed.

Oksana’s hands were expert and fast. Amelia squirmed and wrestled slightly with the cord around her tied wrists. As she twisted, she gasped. It felt amazing in the heated darkness of the hood to ride his strong fingers inserted inside her. She was very short of breath but pushing back on him. He was stroking her hard and moving his hand with a fierce purpose. A sudden rush of heat travelled her body and with a shaking moan, she came – quickly and awkwardly. He continued to caress her gently and then more firmly and she yelled, strange inside out sounds – animal sounds. She had lost control.

The Captain withdrew his hand. He dropped Amelia’s panties to the floor and bumped her slightly to make her step out of them. He guided her heels back to hip width. She heard him present the panties to Oksana.
”Here!” he said firmly. “She is ripe. You may have her.”

With a rustling of bed linen and pillows she heard a preparation for something else. What was to come? She was pushed on the bed, face down, the hood still tightly tied, a pillow beneath her belly, buttocks raised. She could feel Oksana’s neat, gamine form, the fabric of her bra as she caressed and lay on her.

It was a vulnerable feeling being organized this way by another girl. She felt small hands between her legs, a silk ribbon gently stimulating her anus and then a tongue to open her which mad the entrance silky. It was a darting tongue - a girl’s tongue. The Captain’s hands were steady and firm upon her shoulders, close and very present. He was clearly observing as Oksana licked her out like a sweet dessert.

Between them, they encouraged Amelia to gently push back and she quickly had the hang of it. It was incredibly odd to be without sight or sound and have others behaving so intimately. She felt the cold lube applied there and started as she was invaded by a small plug. It felt nice. Oksana was letting it slide out then pushing it in again gently. Amelia had no clue where this was going but it felt great and she started to pant again.

In the next few minutes everything went slowly as though she were dreaming. In shock perhaps? It was a trance like state. She’d felt it before during sex games. But this was a combination of asphyxiation, restriction, tightness in her body and the heat – creating an overall private bliss. The scarf which she was wearing as a hood was allowing her some anonymity – sparing her blushes oddly.

Oksana clearly relished her role kneeling behind her prey’s open buttocks and proceeded with firm haste encouraged by The Captain. The pressure felt very strong on her bottom despite the preparations with the plugs and lube and she had to wriggle to make herself comfortable and available. Now she could clearly feel something larger as it made its way into her lubricated asshole.

Oksana was giggling, remaking to the Captain with an Eastern European accent how pretty the scene was looking from her point of view. She never released her firm grip on the toy however. The Captain was coaxing and pressing on Amelia’s shoulders entreating her. ”Take some more, feel it deeply, be ambitious, show me how, show him the good girl you can be be…”

With the toy well inside her it took only a few moments of Oksana’s tiny fingers circling on her clitoris before she came. It was a big come too. Her shoulders shuddered and she felt the wetness in her pussy and between her legs as the large rubber toy probed in and out. She was smiling broadly, and laughed while protesting for the game to stop. Oksana slapped her buttocks hard and withdrew the toy.

Then the flailing began – a rubber strip to both buttocks dealt by the Captain’s hand and with all his strength. She screamed. This time it was Oksana at her shoulders, whispering, telling her to take what she deserved. The Captain announced seven strokes to the end and delayed the coming of each. One. then a breather for the tears). Two, (the yelping was really loud). Three, (she burst into tears and couldn’t catch her next breath). Then it finally ended with her sobbing, pleading and shaking. The Captain told her to beg for mercy and she did so. She was his subject. It was utter humiliation.

….

A cold cloth was gently applied by Oksana’s hands, now gently tending to the stripes left behind by the flail. The Captain undid the cord and then the ribbon and freed Amelia’s wrists and hands. He asked if he could remove the scarf and Amelia tried to agree but was still sobbing, trying to breathe. The knots undone, the light came and she could inhale freely and deeply.

She looked around to see the sweet blonde creature behind her smiling broadly. Her blouse and shift were crumpled, a shoe missing, her face bright red from oxygen deprivation and streaked with tears. The Captain was sitting in an armchair in his shirtsleeves, observing, laughing to himself as though he had witnessed a comedy.

Oksana crawled forward and lay beside her, took her in her arms and held her tightly. Something very powerful had just occurred and it would take a while to assimilate it – to comprehend what she had done, to feel the warm appreciation of her two assailants. She wanted to stand to see the marks but had nothing left.

The affectionate touch of Oksana’s hands seemed a stark contrast to events only minutes before. She reached to her neck and felt the ribbon still tied there – as though somehow she was not yet fully released from the experience.

Oksana leaned over and kissed her lips then reached for the knot to untie her, still smiling and giving the distinct impression that if Amelia desired it, she would want her to do something more for herself…


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