Serving the Immortals

by Katie Douglas

  “Add a finger,” Monique instructed. I always used my index finger first, although I had noticed that Hannah always started fucking me with her middle finger. Once I was inside her, I moaned softly in enjoyment, as I felt my nipples hardening and my own pussy getting wetter. Inside, she felt smooth and silky, like touching melted chocolate, and her core was much hotter than my fingers. I resumed licking her clit while I fucked her, enjoying this moment of being inside my mistress.

  “Another finger, Sabine.” Monique’s voice reminded me that she was watching, as I added my middle finger to the radiant pool of heat inside Hannah. She was tight against my fingers, a fact that made me wetter as I rubbed her clit with my tongue, and gently massaged the bundle of nerves at the front of her tunnel. I felt Hannah raising her hips up against my mouth as I worked her clit and pussy, and it wasn’t long before her channel got tighter around me.

  “Please, Mistress, may I come?” Hannah asked.

  Monique considered this for a moment.

  “All right, Hannah, you may come on Sabine’s fingers,” she conceded. A moment later, I felt Hannah get even tighter around the fingers I was fucking her with, and I pressed harder against her clit, rubbing my tongue against it faster, as she lifted her middle off the bed and cried out, writhing under me for nearly half a minute before she stilled and went limp on the crisp sheets.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” she said to Monique, once she could speak again.

  “Let her lick your fingers clean, Sabine,” Monique told me. Smiling, I slid my hand out and held it to Hannah’s mouth. She stared at it, slick with her own juices, then lightly licked my fingers with her tongue, making my own pussy even wetter. When we were finished, Monique had other plans for us both.

  “On your back, Sabine; Hannah, you are to bring my magic wand.”

  I didn’t know what a magic wand was, but I expected it to be a thin wooden stick. Instead, Hannah brought a large plastic thing that looked like a giant drumstick with a wide head. She plugged it into a wall socket and handed it to Monique.

  “You tie her hands, I’ll tie her feet,” Monique said, producing some rope from somewhere.

  Hannah took my left wrist and wrapped the thin rope around it. It felt soft as it encircled my wrist many times, before she anchored it to the bed. She walked around to the other side and did the same to my right wrist. I felt a little nervous, in case they left me here, but mostly I felt my clit coming alive and starting to throb. Monique enclosed my ankles in the same soft rope, tying me so my legs were held very widely apart. The rope held me firmly but it was quite comfortable. When I pulled against it, I barely moved an inch.

  “Now we are going to play a game,” Monique said. “It’s called, ‘who can make Sabine come the loudest?’ You can go first.”

  “What happens if I win?” Hannah asked.

  “You get a special treat,” Monique assured her. I wondered what they were going to do with me, but I didn’t have long to wait. Hannah picked up the magic wand and it buzzed to life. When she touched my clit, I was filled with powerful vibrations like nothing I’d ever felt before. I knew I was going to come very quickly.

  My hole ached to be filled, but before I could think about it any further, she slid two fingers inside my pussy and I moaned with joy as she began to fuck me, ensconcing me with the incredible sensations as her fingers easily found my most sensitive places.

  “I think my little sister likes this game. Are you so close to coming already?” Hannah asked, as I bucked and writhed against the vibrations of the magic wand. I tried to answer but all that came out was a moan.

  A moment later, she added a third finger and I threw my head back as my whole body started to slide into an orgasm.

  I think it started with the fingers, as I clamped down on them and shuddered, unable to stop myself from sighing as waves of pleasure buffeted my senses and made my toes curl.

  When I had finished, I lay there, twitching, still bound to the bed, as Hannah moved the magic wand off my clit and slowly withdrew her fingers. She kissed me on the lips and was about to move further down my body when Monique intervened.

  “It’s my turn, Hannah. You can have her back later, I’m sure.” She approached me as Hannah pouted and moved away. Still flustered from aftershocks, I felt uncertain about whether I could take any more stimulation yet. Monique seemed to know, however, because she opened her mouth, leaned over my breasts and took one nipple between her teeth, holding it firmly as she swirled her tongue over the very tip, making me arch my back and sending new sensations straight to my pussy. Once that nipple was sufficiently pointy, she moved to the other one, and gave it the same treatment.

  “Please, it’s too much!” I cried, straining against the ropes holding my hands and feet still.

  “You would question my judgement?” Monique’s voice went hard, as she dropped my breast and looked up at me. I shook my head, backpedaling rapidly.

  “No, Mistress.”

  “Better.” She pinched my nipples before she leaned over my face. I quivered a little under her gaze, then she opened her mouth and kissed me. Her kisses were so different than Hannah’s; Monique used them like a weapon, and I was never in any doubt that she was claiming her property when she pressed her lips against mine. I opened to her, letting her tongue take what it wanted, moaning as I felt my wetness grow between my open legs.

  When she broke away, I felt a sense of loss, but it wasn’t long before this was replaced with curiosity and even more arousal, as she rubbed her fingers over my clit, making me melt slightly, before she plunged three fingers quickly into my pussy.

  “You are quite wet, my dear,” she remarked, and I could hear Hannah giggling across the room. I felt filled as she fucked me vigorously with her fingers, and to my complete amazement, she added a fourth finger.

  The amazing feeling of being so filled with Monique’s fingers was accompanied by an edgy feeling of anticipation, as I realized I’d never had so many fingers inside me before. A bundle of nerves inside me came alive as she massaged my G-spot while she fucked me, and I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to come. What would an orgasm be like when I was so full? I raised my hips for her, to bring her deeper inside me. I was so wet that I could feel her fingers moving easily.

  I heard a click then a buzzing sound, and a moment later, I nearly jumped off the bed as the magic wand pressed against my clit once more. The sensations emanating from my core were exquisite, and I tumbled over the edge into a strong climax, breathlessly moaning and wriggling under her expert hands as I felt like I was being torn apart and put back together again.

  She continued to fuck me as I came down from the glowing warmth, and I twitched and tried to move away from the intense stimulation, but I was tied down so I had to stay where I was.

  “Please, it’s too much!” I pleaded again, hoping she would give me some reprieve as I continued to jump at the vibrations on my clit.

  “Didn’t we just go over this? You will take whatever I wish to give you, my dear,” she reminded me, and I moaned as I gave myself over to the fact that she was still fucking me. After a couple of minutes, she slowly withdrew her fingers, and I felt content to wait for whatever was coming next.

  “I think you won, Mistress,” Hannah declared.

  Monique nodded. “Come and hold this magic wand, Hannah. Sabine needs to come once more.”

  Hannah stepped forward and I felt the magic wand change angles slightly, as it buzzed against my clit more deliciously than ever. At the same time, I felt Monique put her fingers back inside me, but they felt different this time; perhaps they were wider than before? I don’t think I had ever been stretched so much.

  “Come on, Sabine, open up a little more. You can take my entire hand, I just know it.” When she spoke, I widened my eyes in surprise, but my pussy responded with a trickling feeling and I felt her hand fill me slightly more, as Hannah worked my clit still with the magic wand.

  Her hand seemed to pause again, and I was convinced
that it had gone in as far as it could, but then it edged in a little more, and a second later, it slid even further inside me.

  “Oh, my god!” I breathed, as Monique’s hand pressed against the walls of my pussy in every direction. I had always wondered what fisting was like, and now I knew.

  When she fucked me with her fist, it didn’t slide in and out like her fingers had; instead it sort of tugged and pushed, and massaged different parts of my core when it moved. I instinctively tried to pull my legs wider, to allow her more access, but of course she had already tied me so she could reach every part of me.

  I knew I would come very quickly; being fisted was my secret fantasy, and being filled by Monique was like having sex with a goddess. It was everything I had ever wanted it to be. I felt one of my nipples being worked, and when I looked down, I saw that Hannah was rolling one nipple between her fingers, before she moved to the other one and treated it the same. The extra stimulation, along with what she was doing to my clit, was enough to send me to the edge of an orgasm, and suddenly I was coming again, but this was the most intense orgasm of my entire existence. I felt like I was birthing a new galaxy as I screamed and strained at the ropes that bound me, as Monique fisted me and Hannah worked my clit and nipples.

  The climax seemed to last forever, and I could feel every inch of Monique’s fist inside me as my pussy contracted around her hand, my own juices trickling out of me. I arched my back and my voice started to crack as I couldn’t stop coming for what seemed like hours, until it subsided into an all-over body tingle, and I flopped back against the bed, no longer fighting the ropes that held me in place, shaking occasionally, as Hannah released the nipple she’d been holding.

  “Keep the magic wand where it is,” Monique ordered Hannah. I was still quivering from too much stimulation, and wanted it away from me, but a moment later I understood. After she had spoken, Monique very slowly worked her hand back out of me, with the same amount of care that had gotten it inside me in the first place. As the widest part came out, it stretched against my tight pussy, and it would have felt much worse without the vibrations still running through my clit.

  Once she was out of me, Monique went to clean herself up and Hannah removed the magic wand. I waited in a reverie, until they returned and untied me, then we snuggled up on the bed together.

  “How do you feel?” Monique asked.

  I giggled. “I’ve never felt so full in my entire life.” I wiggled my toes as I remembered the sensation of having her fist inside me.

  “Fuller than eating an entire cake in one sitting?” Hannah asked.

  I nodded, exhausted. I didn’t have any more words.

  “Now you’ve seen the two of us at our best and at our worst, and you know how we both feel about you, I think you have a decision to make; are you going to stay with us or are you still thinking of going back to your grandmother’s house?” Monique asked.

  Hannah looked startled, but she didn’t say anything. I knew my answer.

  “I’d like to stay here, with my two dear mistresses,” I replied.

  Hannah threw her arms around me and squeezed me tightly. “That means you can be my little sister forever!” she declared.

  “Two naughty bottoms to discipline… I had better get another cane,” Monique remarked.

  Hannah and I giggled as we held one another and snuggled until the sun came up.

  The End

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