April woke up on a bed in a dim room lit only by candles. She felt a little sweaty though cool; she was draped in a silken hospital patient’s gown. “What the hell…” she starts, a bit dazed, but she was strapped to the bed like a patient in a madhouse, adding to her confusion.
“Oooh, look who’s awake…” a flirty but familiar voice says from the shadows. Alarmed, she watched as footsteps approached revealing Ann wearing her usual nurse scrubs. Except she looked a bit different. April couldn’t tell whether it was the dim lighting but her scrubs looked shorter, tighter, more…sensual. The whole thing was also in April’s favorite color, black.
“Hey April, do you remember the difference between a janitor and a nurse?” Ann asked in an uncharacteristically playful tone.
“W-What?” April asked, disoriented. She wasn’t quite sure she heard Ann’s question properly.
Ann chuckled. “No one dresses up like a janitor when they want to be slutty.”
April felt a sense of deja vu at Ann’s words but it started jogging her memory. Ann started to unstrap her (“I’ve strapped someone down to bed before, you know”) and remove her patient’s gown as she remembered shouting at Ann about having a headache. The next thing she knew, Ann had her kneeling on the bed, legs apart, naked, with her hands at her back tied to her heels. She noticed a few rose petals sticking on her sweaty skin, and there were rose petals all over the bed. Did Ann do all this?
“Where the hell am I and how did I get here?” she finally manages to ask Ann, in her usual aggressive tones.
“Oh, you came to me don’t you remember?” Ann asked. April knew her as a caring person (what else do you expect from a nurse) but she can’t help but feel that Ann was being a little more than sarcastic just now.
“You said you have a headache,” Ann continued. “I asked you if there’s anything I can do to help.” There was a notable turn in Ann’s voice; she was no longer being a little more than sarcastic. “You told me…” Ann paused, dramatically, as she took something from a table nearby. “_’Oh maybe you can go get fucked, Ann’_” she was smiling as she did a mocking impression of April’s voice.
“Oh,” April said as she remembered the rest. Ann insisted that she take an aspirin at least. It must’ve been more than aspirin she gave her with water.
And Ann held a riding crop in her hands. It was long, looked springy, and had a feather at the end.
Ann walked provocatively to the other side of the bed, behind April, playing with the riding crop. “I seem to remember, a few years ago, during a particular flu outbreak, you wanted to break _me_.” She was now completely out of April’s sight, her voice coming from directly behind her. April felt scared being put in this situation. And yet she also felt _thrilled_. An odd electric feeling ran through her body. She felt herself shaking but didn’t want to show any sign of weakness to Ann. It didn’t help her concentration that she was damp with sweat and naked on such a cool Pawnee night.
A stinging pain broke her focus. The sound of the riding crop hitting her left buttock was immediately followed by a tug on her hair. She was looking up at Ann who held her head. She looked into Ann’s sweet and innocent and pretty eyes except tonight they were coquettish and naughty and seductive.
“Congrats April Slutgate, you broke me. Tonight I’m going to break you.” Ann whispered. April barely had time to wonder at Ann’s horrible wordplay on her surname–she was really so pretty she never had to compensate for anything, she never learned so much as how to crack a proper punchline–when a pleasurable throbbing started between her legs. She gasped.
“Like my little surprise, toy?” Ann asked. She walked back into April’s view, her hips swaying provocatively, the ambiguous ethnic blend of her features really serving the mood tonight. But April wasn’t giving up control easily.
“Hey, Ann, the slutoween costume store called. Someone stole the nurse costume of their mannequin display.”
“Ooohhh so should I take it off now?”
Her response took April by surprise. Ann removed her dress gracefully. It was poetic, noble, like a wanton siren coming to land to feast on seamen. Except tonight, April finally accepted, she was on the menu.
Ann pressed something on the handle of her riding crop and the throbbing in April’s pussy intensified. She wanted to moan but she bit her lip. She might be tied up but she wasn’t going to give Ann the satisfaction.
Ann ran the riding crop’s feather across April’s skin. Starting with her forehead, then her nose, a flit across her lips, through her neck, finally making small circles at the center of her chest, between her breasts. April glared at Ann, determined not to give her the satisfaction of a moan. Ann smirked.
Then, two things happened at once. The egg inside her pussy intensified further as Ann alternated the feather between her aroused nipples. April let out an animal cry. She came. For the second time that night, Ann grabbed her by the hair. This time, she shoved April into her bosom, muffling her moans. “Stick out your tongue and pleasure me, toy!” Ann commanded. April had no choice but to obey.
The throbbing toy in her pussy slowed down as Ann pulled her away from her tits. “You look beautiful,” she said sneering. “You slut, you look beautiful,” Ann said as she pulled the egg out of her pussy. “Ann, please…” April begged but she was silenced once more as Ann shoved the egg, wet with her own juices, into her mouth.
“Taste what a slut you are, April,” Ann said teasingly. At those words, something broke inside April. For the first time tonight, she liked how she’s being treated. She liked being Ann’s personal fucktoy.
Satisfied that the egg is clean, Ann set it aside, promptly attacking April’s lips. She wanted to taste the mix of April’s cum and saliva as she laid April down, making her bend backwards. Ann’s kisses moved down, defiling her body with an unholy mixture of spit and pussy juice. April couldn’t tell how long it took Ann to get between her legs but soon enough, there she was. She started with kisses, aggressively making out with her pussy. She fantasized of wrapping her legs around Ann’s face and just keeping her there for her pleasure.
“Ann, please…”
“Please what?” Ann asked before she started to use her tongue. April felt her whole body tense up. This time, Ann was too busy to muffle her cries. Every muscle in her body strained and a shiver ran through her, once, twice, thrice, until she lost count. Ann’s tongue was too much for her pussy; she was trying to get it away, except Ann held firm.
“Ann…Ann…please don’t make me say it.”
Ann stopped licking. April panted heavily, unsure if she felt frustrated or relieved. She was on the edge of another orgasm, her pussy was still sensitive from Ann’s tongue. “Please don’t make me say it. Please don’t make me say it,” she said in between her heavy panting.
Ann ran the feather through April’s glistening pussy. “Make you say what?” she asked teasingly. “Ann, please don’t make me say it,” April kept repeating. Ann looked at her with a mocking pity as she licked the handle of the riding crop. “Not tonight, April,” she said menacingly as she withdrew the handle from her mouth, satisfied that it is wet enough.
She started with just the side of the handle. She slid it across April’s labia, making small circles, slowly sensual. April’s hips shook. “Please Ann, please…” she kept saying, losing coherence.
Then Ann slid the handle inside her pussy, and started making more aggressive movements, searching for her clit. April’s moans got louder, longer. Then, she lost it.
“I LOVE YOU ANN PERKINS!” she shouted as she came for the second time. She was beside herself. She kept repeating that phrase. “I love you Ann!”, quieter and quieter until it was just barely a whisper as the throes of her orgasm subsided.
She opened her eyes, panting. Did she lose consciousness again? She was still naked but more sweaty and, though her hands remained tied behind her, her legs were now free. She felt nothing below her waist. She was catching her breath.
“You are such a beautiful slut, April” Ann said. She was sitting at the side of the bed, still naked. There was a distinct glistening on her lips, like something was on beside her lipstick. April realized Ann has been licking the riding crop’s handle clean.
“Oh, you are not yet done for tonight, by the way. You still have to pleasure me, slut”
Ann grabbed her by the hair before she could say anything and started kissing her. Ann’s strength surprised her but then she had no strength of her own left to fight back. Not that she wanted to. In fact, she knew Ann wanted her to clean up the mess across Ann’s skin. So she propped herself up and started licking her own cum off Ann’s face.
“That’s a good slut.”
“I love you Mistress Ann.”
Gently, Ann guided her down, made her play with her tits, before finally opening her legs and setting April’s face between them. April looked up, admiring the trail of her saliva down Ann’s body. She observed a look of satisfaction on Ann’s face.
Ann grabbed her hair once more and shoved April’s face into her sex. April did not resist, nor had she any energy left to do so if she wanted to. She obliged her mistress, dutifully sticking her tongue out. Ann started to moan. She was basically playing with herself using April’s face.
Ann came. She squirted on April’s face. It was warm. It tasted a bit salty, as the sweat of two women. It smelled odd, a mixture of sweat, sex, and Ann’s perfume. April loved it.
Ann lay down beside April, exhausted. April, her hands still tied behind her, lay on top of Ann, even more exhausted, her face resting on Ann’s bosom. She was sore all over.
“Was I good Mistress Anne?” she asked after a while.
Ann looked at her, smiling. “You were perfect my slut.”
“I love you Mistress Ann.”
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