It Started With D&D (f/f)(Domination)(Bondage)(Commission)

It started with a game of D&D, which was a fancy way of saying that it did not, in fact, start with D&D. Dungeons and Dragons might have made her aware of it, but it had actually started long before that However, this realisation would come later. Initially, at least, Amanda thought that it started with a game of D&D.

She’d been playing D&D since she turned eighteen. She’d loved fantasy for as long as she could remember, so when her best friend Heather offered her a place in a game, she was in like a shot.

Their current campaign had been running for almost a year now. There were four of them, three players plus Heather, the GM. Amanda, a punk girl called Stacy and a slab of muscle and benevolence known as Dave.

Things came to a head late one session, they’d been dungeon diving and had finally defeated a high level enemy who had been dogging them for most of the campaign.

“You search the old tomb,” Heather had said from her patented GM chair of power. “The bodies that once rested here are long gone, but many of their burial goods remain. They are piled in a great heap on the floor before you. Some of it may be magical.”

“Does Araway see anything that might interest her?” Amanda asked, her hands already moving to the dice. There came the sound of rattling.

“You see a glinting ring among the coins,” Heather told her. “You recognise the symbol of your holy order etched onto its surface.”

“Is it valuable?”

“It is made of gold, and set with a ruby,” Heather answered. “So yes. Quite valuable.”

“I snatch it up!” Heather said “Before anyone else can see it!”

“Hey!” Stacy said, using the voice of her wizard, a man called Norfan. “That’s not how it’s supposed to work, half-elf. We agreed to share everything equality.”

“You tried to do the same last week,” Amanda said. “You only stopped because you were caught.”

“Exactly!” Huffed the wizard. “If I don’t get to do it, neither do you.”

In real life, Stacy stuck her tongue out at Amanda with a bratty grin. Amanda smiled and shook her head, well used to the dynamic of their party. No one was really mad. Stacy was just a fun and energetic roleplayer, and she loved dominating the stage with her character.

“Those two things aren’t the same,” Araway the cleric argued. “The ring is a relic of my faith, do you see the symbol carved into it? It wouldn’t be right for it to end up with anyone else.”

“Carved pictures do not a relic make. It’s a fancy ring, nothing more. Why don’t you put it back on the pile and claim it properly later?”

Amanda was wise to Norfan’s game. If she let it go back on the pile, the wizard would claim it before she could, just to spite her.

“Is it magical at all?” She asked, hoping to buy some time to think.

“If I told you it wasn’t, would you believe me at this point?”

“Probably not.”

“Then don’t ask a question if you don’t want the answer,” he grumbled.

“I suppose the only way is to try it on and see for myself.”

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” Stacy said in her character’s voice. At some point, they had risen from the table and were standing around it. Their party was naturally animated, so this was far from unusual.

“You want to put it on?” Heather asked directly, never a good sign in a GM but Amanda was boldly confident.

“Absolutely.”

“As soon as the gold of the ring touches your skin, it becomes stuck. The image depicting your gods symbol inverts and you realise too late that it was a cursed ring intended to prey on your particular faith. While you wear it, your ability to cast divine spells is severely restricted.”

“What? But that’s totally unfair!”

“Should have paid more attention,” Heather said without a sign of remorse. “The ring came up before. It was directly mentioned, and also referenced a few times during your quest. Remember that paladin who lost his powers and suddenly had to retire?”

“Ah.” Amanda said.

“Yeah.” said the GM. “You kinda ran straight into that one. Anyway, it shouldn’t be too hard for you to get out of. A simple Remove Curse should free you from it, and the party consists of a wizard, a cleric and a paladin. All three of you get access to that.”

“Well I can’t cast it,” Amanda pointed out. “My casting is nerfed by the ring.”

“My paladin can’t either,” Dave said. “I’m running a different flavour of paladin and that’s not something I get.”

“I have it,” Stacy was grinning. “But I’m not sure that I should spend it on you. You did sort of do exactly what you told me off for last time, so Norfan is enjoying the hell out of this.”

Amanda turned to look at Stacy, the punk girl was smirking but not in an unpleasant way. Stacy drew a clear line between her character and herself, and everyone knew it. For a moment, Amanda took in the sight of her friend.

Stacy was short, with a thin and almost fragile build though you would never know it from the way she acted. She was confident to a fault, from her voice to her body language. She wasn someone who knew exactly what she wanted and would do whatever it took to get it. She wore her dark hair short, highlighted with purple and violet, and her lower lip was pierced. Her eyes were blue, and right now they were fixed on Araway’s player. Amanda shivered.

“We can’t have Araway trapped by the ring forever,” Dave pointed out. “She’s our main source of healing and she can’t exactly do that while her spells are being locked down.”

“Oh, I’ll release it eventually,” Norfan said. “But not until I am sure she has learned her lesson.”

“My lesson?” Amanda spoke as Araway. “What sort of lesson do you imagine that is?”

“My dear half elf, the lesson is that you are not nearly as great as you think you are.”

“I admit…” Amanda said slowly, “That taking the ring was a mistake. Now can you please undo the curse?”

Stacy was silent, enjoying her moment of power. Norfan was a petty character and she deeply enjoyed being able to play someone who was so totally different from how she normally acted. As the silence lingered on, Amanda could not help but think about what her character would be feeling at this moment. Calm on the outside, but inside her heart would be pounding. The ring was blocking her connection to her god, denying her faith and her inner strength its usual outlet. She would be desperate, alone and abandoned. Cut off from her world and all she knew, she would be absolutely desperate to get that connection back.

Stacy continued, unaware of Amanda’s thoughts.

“I tell you what,” She said as Norfan, “I’ll consider – consider! – removing the curse. But only if you do what I want.”

“And what is it that you want her to do?” Dave asked with a frown. The wizard and the paladin had already clashed several times during the adventure.

“I want her to get down on her knees and beg me of course,” Norfan said.

“That’s going too far!” The paladin said. “She made a mistake, but she also admits it and has apologised! There’s no point in shaming or humiliating her.”

“You’re far too soft,” Norfan scoffed. “She’s getting off lightly. In my homeland, she would be bound for the stocks for this.”

“Well then it’s fortunate that we’re not there, isn’t it. Here in civilised land, we do things differently.”

“You do things worse,” Norfan said bluntly.

“That’s a matter of opinion!”

“Only for those too blind or too foolish to recognise a fact when they see one.”

Amanda silenced her fellow players by falling to one knee. Both Dave and Stacy turned to look at her with evident surprise, and Amanda felt the heat flush across her face. She was kneeling on the ground, both of her friends looking down at her. It was absolutely humiliating.

“Please,” She said as Araway, “I’m begging you for your help, Norfan. I know the two of us have never really gotten on, but I really am sorry. You’re the only one who can help me now.”

There was silence around the table, an uncomfortable silence which filled Amanda’s head. Stacy looked shocked, obviously she had not expected Amanda to actually kneel like this when she had demanded it. She’d expected to cause a small argument between the characters before Norfan was forced to back down. A chance to add flavour and development, nothing more.

This was much more.

Before she could answer, Heather’s voice broke that same silence.

“Okay, I think that’s probably enough for tonight. We’ll, um, see how this works out next session.”

Amanda rose, brushing the dust off her skirt. Part of her could not believe that she had actually knelt and begged just like Norfan had asked, but part of her was not too surprised. She imagined how she must have looked to her friends, and it made her twist in embarrassment. No one had said anything afterwards, they’d just accepted it as another example of the roleplaying that they all did sometimes.

But Amanda knew there was more to it than just that. Though she had never told any of her friends, she had a thing for domination. For being forced to kneel or beg, made to humiliate herself. And Stacy was so confident, when she spoke, it was like there was not even the slightest chance that you would disobey.

When they had first started the campaign, Heather had asked each of them to bring an image of their character. Norfan was a tall, dark haired man in his mid thirties. He was older than her, and bullishly confident with a kind of dominant charisma that made her head spin thanks to Stacy’s roleplaying.

The fact that he was played by one of her female friends only made her all the more mortified by her attraction to the character. She wasn’t a lesbian. She was sure that she wasn’t. She liked guys, she had fucked guys and enjoyed it. She was absolutely positive she had no attraction to Stacy. It was Norfan, the character who hit all of her buttons.

Confidence, that was the thing which Norfan and Stacy both shared, and the thing which turned her on and made her want to obey his orders. She closed her eyes, imagining herself in the same place as Araway. On her knees and forced to beg, her blonde hair spilling down her back as Norfan sneered at her from the shadows.

Holy shit, why did it turn her on so much? She knew it shouldn’t, he was just a character invented by her friend. But not only did it turn her on, she could not help but imagine how it might go further.

Amanda’s hand slipped under her dress, rising up between her thighs to press against the outside of her panties. The pressure of her own fingers sent a bolt of tingling heat through her body, and she rubbed herself, enjoying the senseition. . The feeling was good, and after a few moments, she wanted to do more.

Norfan was an exiled wizard, a ruthless and pragmatic man with a chip on his shoulders. Now that he had leverage over Araway, there was no way he’d simply give it up. He’d want something from her, some favour or service.

She closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip. Her imagination conjured the same scene as before, but Dave’s character was absent. Araway was kneeling in front of the wizard. Her hair was tumbling down her back, and her face was red with shame.

Norfan would be looking down at her, imperious and cold. Araway would wonder if her pleas had fallen on deaf ears. Then, slowly, Norfan would begin to speak.

“On your feet, half-elf,” He would say to her. “And take off your clothes. I wish to see you in your full splendour.”

The fantasy sent shivers racing through her. Her hand had slipped down the front of her panties now, and her fingers were teasing her pussy. Rubbing at her outer lips, she used two fingers to pleasure herself. A soft moan built in the back of her throat.

She wanted to go further. She wanted to experience more. She wanted to do this for real, not just as another fantasy that would never be fulfilled. In her own way, Amanda felt just as desperate, just as wanting, as her cleric did.

That was why, a day or so later, Stacy received a call on the phone.

“Hey Stacy, this is Amanda. I am not sure if you recognise me but we play D&D together.”

“Of course I recognise you, stupid.” Stacy said with enough warmth in her voice to steal any bite from the words. “Why did you think I wouldn’t? We’re friends aren’t we? What’s up?”

“Well…” At this point, Amanda trailed off. She had built herself up for this but now the moment had come, all of her perfectly reasonable lines of argument seemed to have fled her. How did you ask your friend to help you sexually humiliate your RPG character? And how did you still stay friends afterwards?

If it had been anyone else, the plan would have died then and there. But Stacy was confident in her sexuality, and had always been open with all of them. She’d also encouraged them to always be open with her if they felt the need.

“It’s um…well, kind of awkward.”

“Sounds interesting. Boys?”

“N-no..”

“Girls?”

“No!”

“Oh all right, be boring then. What did you want?”

“Do you remember how the last session ended?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I was wondering if we could maybe do more of that… you know… just the two of us…”

For a long moment, there was silence. Amanda cursed herself for finding no better way to say it. Any moment now, Stacy would ask what was wrong with her or hang up the phone.

But instead, Stacy had a very different question when she spoke again.
“Is this your way of asking me out on a date?”

“No!” Amanda squeaked. “No, I swear! It’s just that…” She trailed off, but forced herself to plunge on. There was no way out now but through. “The last session sort of affected me in a way I didn’t know it would…”

“You mean when you knelt?”

“Yeah…” Her face was red. She couldn’t see it, but she knew it was. “I was wondering if you would help me explore that a bit more…”

“You know what you’re asking me to do, right? It’s probably not going to stay safe for work.”

“I know. I’ve never really done this before… i-if you don’t want to, that’s fine butpleasedontmentionittotheothers.”

She said the last sentence in a jumbled mess, but to her surprise, Stacy was chuckling.The warmth and acceptance in her voice soothed Amanda’s raging turmoil.

“I’m not against someone exploring themselves, Amanda. I’ve done it often enough myself. I just want to make sure you know what you’re asking for, and that you’re sure you want to do it.”

“I know what I am asking for,” Her eyes were closed as she spoke. “I’ll be honest, I’m kind of low key terrified right now. But I’m still asking. If…if you’re interested.”

“Don’t be worried, I’m not going to laugh at you.” Stacy said firmly. “I just wanted to make sure is all. You know what sort of guy Norfan is, right? You know what he’s likely to ask or demand? It won’t stay safe for work.”

“I know,” Amanda said. “Believe me, I know.”

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They decided to hold the session at Amanda’s house, and for the rest of the day she waited anxiously. Her stomach was curled in knots, and the phone temptingly close. It would be so easy to contact Stacy again and tell her the whole thing was a joke or a mistake, but she didn’t and before long, Stacy arrived at the house.

Amanda welcomed her with a nervous smile, not sure exactly what to say. Her body was tingling, and she knew the blood was already rushing to her face. Stacy was wearing a short skirt with fishing net tights that hugged her legs, showing off her figure. Her hair was close cut, and her eyes glittered with curiosity and perhaps something deeper as well.

They exchanged some words, bantering a little. Amanda’s heart wasn’t in it, and before too much longer it was time to start. They moved to the main room, where the games were usually held.

“You have one last chance,” Stacy said as she settled on Heather’s usual place. “Are you absolutely sure you’re up for this? I’m not going to think less of you if you back out.”

All of her doubts and fears rushed back to her and for a moment, Amanda wrestled them. Then, clearing her mind, she met Stacy’s gaze and nodded.

“I’m sure.”

“Very well,” Stacy pitched her voice with a depth that it had not had before, and copied Heather’s style of speaking as she drew the image of the encounter. “It’s late at night the day that you found the treasures. Dave is sleeping in his distant tent. You, Araway, are not sleeping. Norfan has told you that if you want the curse removed, you are going to have to earn it. It is now time to meet up with him.

“You slip from your tent and pad across the campsite. Norfan’s tent is just beside your own but as you step inside of it, you realise that he has cast some kind of spell. The interior of the tent is much bigger and gives the impression of a home rather than a temporary shelter. There are shelves lined with books, and cabinets of magical reagents. How does Araway feel?”

“Nervous,” Amanda’s lips felt dry and it was hard to focus over the pounding of her heart. “She’s spent the whole day agonising about this. She knows Norfan well enough to know that he is going to humiliate her at the very least.”

“What sort of humiliation does she think is in store?”

Amanda swallowed, her imagination taking flight.

“Norfan hasn’t made any secret of the fact that he finds half elves and full elves sexually attractive. Now that he has power over her, Araway is sure that he will want to see her naked at the very least. And…maybe more.”

“I see…” Stacy said slowly, building the tension as she went. “And how does THAT make Araway feel? Knowing that she is going to be used to satisfy the fetish of someone she doesn’t even like?”

“Mortified,” Amanda whispered. “Horrified. Humiliated by what she is going to do and maybe a little aroused too.”

“Why would she be aroused?”

“Because it’s been so long since she’s been with a man,” Amanda said, the words making the heat course through her face. “Half-elves can live for a long time, and she was travelling for years before the party met her. She never had much time for lovers or sex, and so she bottled it all up. Now Norfan is forcing her to open the bottle. Some part of her is looking forward to it, even though the rest is ashamed.”

“I see,” Stacy said with a small chuckle that raised the hair on the back of Amanda’s neck. “In that case, as you enter the tent you find that Norfan is waiting for you along with several devices and tools of a sexual nature”

“My eyes are drawn to the devices,” Amanda said, not even bothering to differentiate between herself and her character. “They make me shiver, anticipating and dreading them equally. I look to him for some sort of mercy.”

“There is none,” Stacy said. “Norfan desires your body, and this is finally his chance to have it. You can see the lust dancing in his eyes. There is no way you’re getting out of this without feeling his hands on you.”

Amanda shivered, the description hitting her hard.

“Araway knew it was coming,” Amanda said, “Yet it still hits her hard. She’s blushing, but knows that she has no other choice. She’s mortified by how turned on she is right now.”

Amanda shifted in her chair, it wasn’t just her character who was fighting a rising sense of arousal. There was heat bubbling between her thighs, and a tightness of her chest which indicated a certain sense of desire. She had worn a simple skirt and button-up blouse today, and she realised now that both of them provided direct access to her assets. Had she done that on purpose? Araway was based on herself, after all, so maybe she was having a hard time picturing the cleric in her fantasies and not just herself?

“First thing is first,” Stacy said. “Norfan wants you to get on your knees and beg him for help again. This time, do it with feeling.”

Amanda nodded, her words had been stolen from her by the moment. Her head spun, and for the second time she found herself sinking to her knees. It felt so wrong, utterly humiliating to debase and degrade herself like this. Yet she could not stop. Lust thundered inside of her, her heart beat faster and faster. She looked upwards at Stacy, but pictured the cruel wizard instead.

“Please,” She said. “I’m begging you, Norfan. I need my powers back to be helpful to the party. Without them, I’m nothing. Less than useless. You’re the only one who can remove the curse, and I will do anything for you if you do.”

“It is good that you are finally able to admit that,” Stacy said as her character. “And charming to see you finally on your knees before me. But I find that the natural beauty of an elven woman is obscured by clothes. They disgust me, so if you want my help you’ll have to remove them.”

“My clothes?”

“Yes. All of them. Kneel before me naked and we may talk.”

“Araway closes her eyes,” Amanda said. “She knew this was coming but it’s still a shock. She thought she was prepared.”

“Does she do what she is told?”

“Yes.” Amanda’s own hands were shaking now, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. One by one, they came undone. Stacy stood and watched, said nothing as her friend undressed. Amanda was wearing a dark bra, which concealed her chest nicely. Nevertheless, the fact that she was taking off her blouse fired her up inside, and also there was the knowledge that while she could still protect her modesty, Araway could not. Her breasts would be utterly exposed to the wizard, and so would her womanhood in a moment.

Amanda’s skirt went next. Her body was shivering with anticipation and wariness as her fingers dug into the fabric. Goosebumps trailed along her long legs, and her face was flushed and red. She drew down her skirt, and let it crumple into a pile on the floor beneath her feet.

She was now standing in front of Stacy with only her bra and panties. It seemed utterly insane to be doing this. She wasn’t into girls, this was a true fact she knew about herself.

So why was she not able to stop?

Stacy pushed off her chair, moving towards Amanda with a slow, leisurely pace.

“Norfan comes over to examine you,” She said. “Like a prized animal, he doesn’t seem to regard you as a person anymore. His eyes skirt across your pale skin, taking in the curve of your thighs, the tilt of your head. The raised mounds of your chest and the pink colour of your nipples. They’re hard, by the way. Maybe it’s the cold or maybe it’s the arousal. Then, his eyes start to fall towards your pussy.”

“I squirm,” Amanda said, holding onto the game as her last figleaf. Stacy was coming closer with each word. Her voice was low, but powerful and it carried Amanda’s total attention.

“He touches you,” Stacy breathed, “But where does he touch? Where do you think Norfan would focus his attention?”

It was hard to focus. Amanda could feel a certain wetness between her thighs. Her panties were black and lacy, but she knew that Stacy could see the outline of her pussy. Did her friend know how turned on she was? How could she not?

“He would touch my chest,” Amanda closed her eyes, seeing the scene in her mind. “My…my nipples would draw his attention. They’d be very hard and sensitive. It’s been a long time since anyone touched them except for myself, I mean Araway.”

“Would you moan?”

“Yes,” Amanda felt as if her face was burning.

“Where else does he touch you?”

They were so close now that they were almost pressed face to face. It would be so easy for Stacy to yank down her bra, or slip a hand into it and feel her up.

“He would touch me down there…” Amanda said slowly.

“Your pussy?”

“Yes.” She screwed her eyes tight, mortified by what she was saying. “He would touch my pussy. A-Araway is a half elf, so she has no body hair. I am totally bald down there, and he can see how wet I am. How turned on my body is.”

“Would your legs shake as he touches you?”

“Yes. I’d try not to show how good it feels, but he’d know from the way my body tenses up. I’d feel his fingers down there, tracing across my sex. It would be one of the most embarrassing things I’d ever felt.”

“As soon as he touches you down there, you can see that he starts to smirk like he’s won the lottery. He can feel how wet you are. How wanting. It’s validated everything that he has ever felt about half elves like you. He tells you to put your hands behind your back and reaches for a pair of manacles.”

“I don’t want to be helpless and captive,” Amanda said. “Stripped and used to pleasure him however he wants. But I need to get my power back and this is the only way. I don’t resist. I let him take my hands and fix them behind my back.”

“You put your hands behind your back?” Stacy was stalking around her, her whispered voice made Amanda shiver.

“Yes.”

“Do it in real life.”

She did. With some effort, she forced herself to curl her arms behind her back. Her pulse raced, and she heard a crackle as Stacy drew something out of her bag. It was sticky tape, and Amanda felt it start to pull at her skin as Stacy wrapped it around her wrists. She swallowed nervously, and her body felt hotter and hotter as the binding drew tight.

“Can you get out of it?”

“No.”

“So Araway can’t either. How does she feel as the manacles lock around her wrists?”

“Totally helpless.” Amanda said. “Humiliated. Turned on. She’s trying to hide just how aroused this is making her, but her blood is racing and she can’t focus at all.”

“Once he is sure you can’t get free, Norfan circles back around you again. His eyes are all over you except for your face. He doesn’t look you in the eyes. He doesn’t feel like he has to. He’s enjoying the sight of your naked body too much to see you as a person. He can do anything he wants to you right now, anything at all. His hands fumble with his robes, and you see him take out his cock. It’s fully erect, the sight of your body has made him aroused enough to take the next step. He orders you to put it in your mouth.”

Stacy was moving to her bag again, and this time she withdrew a medium sized plastic shaft. Amanda blanched, her eyes fixing on the dildo. Was she really going to go this far? But the fantasy burned in her mind, the wizard pressing towards her with cock in hand.

Stacy brought the dildo towards her face and Amanda opened her mouth submissively. Her tongue curled around the plastic shaft, tasting its artificial nature. In her mind, it was not a sex toy, but the cock of the wizard who held her future in his hands. She sucked on it, running her mouth along its length. The tape which bound her hands crackled as she moved her head back and forth, pleasuring the toy as she would have the shaft of any of her boyfriends. Her mind conjured images of enslavement and defeat, an electric thrill ran through her body.

“You know, Amanda, Stacy said. “I didn’t think you would get so into this. I thought it would just be basic stuff, you know, fumbling around and erotic descriptions. This is way beyond what I expected from a prim, proper girl like you. You’re sitting there in your bra and panties, with your arms tied behind your back sucking off a dildo and pretending it’s a real cock.”

She stood back for a moment, watching as Amanda continued to work on the sex toy. Stacy’s face was slightly flushed now, and there was something in her eye. Arousal? Lust? Amanda didn’t know.

“After enjoying your mouth for some time, Norfan decides it’s time to begin disciplining you properly,” Stacy said.

Stacy took the dildo from her and placed it flat against the ground between her legs. It was weighted, with a flat base that allowed it to stand on its own. Then, for the very first time, Stacy touched her directly. She ran her hands up Amanda’s bare legs, her fingers stroking and teasing her skin as they moved higher and higher. Amanda gulped, Stacy’s digits came to the elastic band of her banties, caressing her sex through the fabric sent shafts of pleasure spearing through her.

There was a large wet patch between her thighs which Stacy could not ignore. The punk girl’s fingers pressed against her mound, rubbing her slowly. The pressure made Amanda’s breath catch in her throat, tingles raced up her spine. A hungry need burned inside of her now, and part of her was urging Stacy on. She wanted her to do more, but Stacy didn’t. Instead, she pulled aside the bottom of the panties, twisting the fabric to uncover lower lips. Amanda sucked in a deep breath as she was exposed.

It was the first time any of her friends had seen her pussy. If she’d been told that eventually one of them would, she’d probably have expected it to be Dave. At least he was a good looking guy, and she could have seen herself fooling around with him a little.

Never in a thousand years had she thought it might be Stacy who would see her like this. Her pussy dripping and wet, and her hands bound behind her back.

“Fuck yourself on it,” Stacy said and Amanda no longer knew if she was speaking in character or not.

With her arms still bound behind her back, Amanda was forced to kneel. She felt the plastic tip of the dildo – still soaked with her own saliva – pressing up against the entrance to her pussy. Stacy was watching, her eyes fixed on her and Amanda wondered if Stacy was as turned on as she was. For someone who had never cared about anything but guys, Amanda was now caught up in wondering what it would be like to feel Stacy pressed close to her body. Touching her, kissing her, licking her. The small indent of her lip ring fascinated Amanda, and she wondered what it would feel like if they kissed.

Her hips started to grind against the dildo, the lips of her pussy splaying as it traced a path back and forth. She was already wet and already aching for more, the simple touch of the sex toy against her pussy inflamed her desire and made her bit her lower lip. Before long, she was pressing down against it, feeling it spread her as it penetrated into her womanhood. The feeling caused her back to arch, her nerves rang out after so long anticipating. Her clit burned between her legs, a tiny little nexus of desire and want.

She was riding it now, rising and falling as she pushed with her thighs and lower legs. The crackling of her bound arms filled the room, and her moans were impossible to silence. She was fucking herself, she was fucking herself with a sex toy right in front of her female friend. The shame and humiliation only made her move faster, fanning the feelings which already blazed so intensely. Pleasure flowed through her like a honey-gold wave, each penetration of the dildo tore the air from her lungs. Her body was crawling with trembles and sparks of ecstasy which grew more and more intense as she continued on.

Stacy’s hand moved to her chest, pushing her bra down to expose her breasts which rolled and jiggled with the motion of her grinding. The feeling between her legs took her breath away and made her squirm just as her character surely would be squirming. The feeling of her nipples being freed made it all the more intense and before long, Amanda had half-opened her mouth in the throes of a climax which rocked her.

Amanda gasped and moaned, sagging to halt as her body tried to recover. She heaved for air, Amanda looked upwards at Stacy. The punk girl’s eyes had seemed transfixed upon the motion of her body, of her rise and fall. Now it was over, she snapped out of it, but there was something different about her now. Something hungry. Before it had been a game but now Stacy wanted something out of it too.

She started to wriggle out of her clothes, taking off her jacket and kicking away her skirt. Amanda looked on in amazement as step by step, Stacy revealed her body.

It was amazing just how feminane Stacy actually was. The way she dressed and spoke, her body language, they were all coded to make her seem just one of the guys. But now she was naked, Amanda could see her truly. She was willowy, with a light build and curved hips. Her chest was big; bigger than Amanda had expected, and she had pierced one nipple. A gleaming metal stud stood out against the pinkness of her tit. Her pussy was lightly dotted with a thin covering of dark hair. It glinted with the wetness of her desire.

One of Stacy’s hands moved down to her pussy, rubbing herself with obvious pleasure. Amanda felt the heat burning between her legs, kneeling on the floor like this as her friend stroked herself. Stacy reached out, one of her hands closing around the dildo and the other lifting up her panties. She turned, moving more quickly. Her face was tinted red, and she was breathing heavily. Amanda watched as she gripped a pen in her bag and used it to punch a hole in her underwear, she then forced tip of the dildo through from the inside, widening the hole until enough of the sex toy poked through that the base of it would fit snugly against her sex.

They were both breathing heavily now. Desire was heavy in the air, Stacy looked at her and said nothing, but drew her panties up over her legs again, the plastic cock poking through the tear. Amanda swallowed, and Stacy stalked forward.

“It’s not over yet,” her friend’s voice was rich and deep, whispering into her ear as she closed the distance. “Norfan still wants to make you squirm and wiggle. The sight of your half-elven body bouncing on his cock has only made him harder. He’s going to fuck you, right here and now.”

“Yes,” Amanda breathed, and she didn’t know if it was her or her character who said it. Her head was spinning, the plastic shaft pressed against her lower lips. Stacy’s body was close to her own, and Amanda had been forced back to her feet. Stacy’s breasts pressed against her chest, the metal stud she wore through one nipple felt cold. They were close; closer than they had ever been before.

Once more, the dildo began to slide inside of her, but now there was another person behind it. Stacy grunted, pressing forward with her pelvis, the feeling of penetration made Amanda’s hair stand on end. She moaned softly, and then more loudly as the other woman started to move faster and faster, the friction made her fingers curl behind her back and her sense of helpless arousal soared.
The feeling of being spread apart by the head of the toy was incredible, and Amanda felt the ecstasy spark and flow between her legs. She threw her head back,, not able to remain silent. Stacy’s body pressed up her, warm skin against skin. They were both moving back and forth, swaying and crying out with pleasure. Sweat was beading her body, but she didn’t care. She hadn’t felt like this in a very long time. The motion of their rhythm set her breasts jiggling, and her nipples grew harder and harder. Stacy’s breath was hot against her skin, and Amanda’s body screamed for more and more as they went on.

When her legs started to tremble, Stacy pressed her against the far wall. Amanda spread her legs desperately, no thought for modesty now. Her pussy was tightening around the plastic toy, her nerves were screaming, flame flowed through her chest and tingles washed across her spine. Her back arched, her eyes pressed tightly closed. She tried to bite her lower lip and remain silent, the moaning came on anyway.

Ecstasy thrummed through her body, each thrust of the dildo counterpointed her rising desire. Her body rocked with every thrust, every penetration causing an explosion of heat which blossomed through her insides. She was panting, breathing faster and faster, the feeling was more intense than she had imagined, better than any fantasy she had ever drawn up.

Again, she threw her head back and tried to imagine the scene as it would be in their game, but the image would not come. Norfan was gone and now Stacy was in his place. Amanda’s desire blazed, waves of pleasure swept through her. Her hips bucked and rocked, and her blood pumped faster and faster.

Amanda jumped when Stacy’s hand slapped her behind, the sharp shock of pain counterpointed the growing pleasure between her legs. Stacy’s fingers found their way to her tits, rolling and teasing her hardened nipples until she felt tears in the corners of her eyes. She was moaning, crying out as they fucked.

“Holy shit, holy fuck…Stacy, my god…”

Heat burned between her legs, her clit was a flickering point of aching desire. Stacy’s fingers made her moan and writhe. She was going to cum, she knew she was going to cum but that didn’t prepare her for the moment when it finally happened.

She felt it build inside of her, rising and rising like a wave cast by a storm. It subsumed her and swept across her very being. Flowed through every nerve and every muscle. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All she could do was exist in the moment. Glory in the stimulation which ran from her fingers to the tip of her toes and everything between.

And then, all too soon, it was over. Stacy withdrew and Amanda sank to her knees. She was a mess now, her body sweaty and her hair and face dishevelled. The echoes of the climax still sung through her nerves.

As the tension slowly faded, both women regarded the other. Neither knew quite what to say, and it seemed like both of them had come to a realisation that day. Amanda didn’t know about Stacy, but she knew then and there that she would never fantasise about Norfan again.

It would be Stacy whose body filled her dreams, and who made her fantasies burn with lust and with delight.

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