Chapter 146
     
     
     In three minutes, Laura found herself on her back
again, her hands handcuffed behind her, while Karen again
encircled each of her breasts with rope.  This time she left
a long strand of rope at the side of each of Laura's
breasts, and when they were tightly encased-bulging, hard,
and turning a deep rose color from the engorged blood, the
nipples shiny and fiercely taut-she pulled both ropes up,
yanking Laura's painfully entrapped breasts apart, up, then
down, then to the sides, making Laura yelp softly, and then
whimper as her breasts filled with pain.
     
     "Ohhh . . . awwnnggg oh oh please . . . oh shit, Karen,
please no!" she gasped, looking down at her tortured breasts
being jerked from side to side.  "God . . . you're hurting
me!"
     
     Karen leaned down and kissed her, dangling her own
luscious dark globes in Laura's face.  "I'm going to hurt
you more," she whispered seductively.  "I didn't mention it
before, but I found a new toy."
     
     "Oh god," Laura thought, half in despair since she knew
that every toy of Karen's meant a further descent into
hopeless depravity and perversion.
     
     Karen leaned over and pulled something out of her bag.
She held it up for Laura to see, a device made of two
parallel black bars about two feet long, fastened at each
end by two long thin bolts.  At the top of each bar was a
wing nut.  At first Laura didn't grasp its possible uses,
especially for sex, but when Karen approached her with it,
she understood immediately.
     
     Her breasts, already strangled by the tight coils of
rope, would go between the black bars, which would then be
tightened by the wing nuts, squeezing them further, like a
vise.  Furthermore, the squeezing would be slow, potentially
agonizing, and incredibly sexually stirring.
     
     "You're not going to put that thing on me," she said to
Karen.
     
     "Of course I am.  Your little pussy is going to be a
butter churn by the time I get finished, darling.  You'll
probably come again before I even get it tightened."
     
     "Oh . . . shit," Laura said, looking down as Karen
fitted the device into place, and Laura's breasts protruded
between the double bars.
     
     "And then you're going to put it on me," Karen smiled.
     
     Laura could hardly believe this was happening.  Unable
to do anything, she watched as Karen tightened the wing nuts
and the bars slowly closed on the bulging, swollen globes of
her breasts.  When the bars began to sink into the flesh at
the tops and bottoms of Laura's breasts, Karen paused.
     
     "I think we're going to have to go for the gag again,
honey," she smiled.  "This is going to get a little loud."
     
     Laura wanted to beg her to stop, but she knew it
wouldn't help.  Karen gagged her.  Then she took the rope
end that extended from the tightly-trussed ball of Laura's
left breast.  She pulled it tight, giving it a quick, extra
yank that brought tears to Laura's eyes, then tied it to the
bedpost behind Laura's left ear.  Then she did the same
thing with the rope that came from Laura's tightly-bound
right breast, securing it behind Laura's right ear.
     
     Now the fiercely strangled globes of Laura's breasts,
still only lightly clamped by the fiendish vice, were pulled
up in opposite directions toward the upper corners of the
bed.  They throbbed horribly, and the slightest movement of
her body stretched the ropes tight and made her breasts
flare with pain.
     
     Her nipples now seemed twice their normal size, bulging
and purplish with blood, the center stems shooting up erect
from the taut areolas.  And now Karen did something new and
unexpected, pulling a ball of twine from her bag and
uncoiling it to make a long strand, which she then snipped
in two with a pair of fingernail scissors.  She laid one
strand aside and came to Laura with the other.
     
     Laura's eyes pulsed with terror as she realized what
Karen was about to do.  Carefully, Karen looped the twine
around the half-inch stem of nipple springing up out of
Laura's swollen left areola.  She knotted it, then yanked it
a couple of times to see if it were tight enough.  Daggers
of pain shot through Laura's tortured nipple.
     
     "Aauuggmmnnpghh!" she groaned piteously into the ball
gag.
     
      Karen kneeled on the bed beside Laura and lowered her
mouth to Laura's nipple.  She sucked it gently, so as not to
loosen the knot in the twine.  In spite of herself, Laura
felt her body responding.  As Karen had predicted, her pussy
was a `butter churn,' so wet that juices were running down
her inner thighs.  She was ready for a horrendous fucking,
and yet she knew it wasn't coming yet.
     
     Now Karen flicked Laura's entrapped nipple with her
tongue, then jerked the twine, until Laura was whimpering
hysterically.  Quickly, Karen took the other piece of twine
and did the same thing to Laura's right nipple.  After
tormenting it with her mouth in the same way, she found the
nipple clips on the floor, where they had been flung after
being removed from Laura's nipples the first time.  Oh god,
no! Laura thought.
     
     But again, she couldn't stop Karen.  Laura didn't think
any more pain in her breasts was possible until Karen again
fixed the nipple clips in place.  She tossed her head from
side to side, trying not to move since each small motion
yanked her breasts upward.  And now Karen held the two
pieces of twine in one hand, pulling it toward her, so that
the stiff centers of Laura's nipples were pulled and
stretched shockingly, pulsing with fiery pain, made worse by
the clips.
     
     "And now . . . my darling," Karen purred.  "Before you
completely drench the sheet with your wetness, I'm going to
bring you off.  Only two or three more minutes, that's all
you have to stand it.  Oh . . . but it's going to get a
little worse before it gets better."
     
     She smiled at Laura, releasing the twine cords now,
letting them dangle from Laura's tortured nipples.  Now she
began to tighten the wing nuts again, slowly closing the
parallel bar vise on Laura's purplish, throttled, incredibly
hard and swollen breasts.  It was altogether the worst
breast torture Laura had ever suffered at Karen's hands, and
it wasn't over yet.  As soon as the bars were embedded
enough in the flesh of Laura's breasts, it was easy for
Karen to turn both wing nuts at the same time.  And so, as
they both stared at Laura's beautiful but horribly abused
naked breasts, Karen tightened the vise relentlessly.
     
     "God, honey, they're so beautiful when they're all
scrunched up and mashed like that," Karen murmured, short of
breath herself from sexual excitement.
     
     Laura whimpered and screamed softly into the gag, but
she was afraid to move since each time she did fiery jolts
of pain shot through her breasts and nipples.  And yet it
was a pain that only increased the flow of juices in her
flooding cunt, paradoxically making her want the breast
torture to stop and also want it to continue until she came.
And she would come any second; they both knew it.  Even
though she tried to keep still, to keep the pain away, her
hips and pelvis squirmed and gyrated almost instinctively,
her pussy festering and red and wet and wanting to be
brutally fucked.
     
     She didn't have long to wait.  The twin bars closed
tighter and tighter on her poor, strangled globes, until it
seemed impossible for the vise to close any tighter.  Her
beautiful breasts were now completely mashed and mangled in
several ways, crushed by the parallel bars, throttled by the
coils of rope, pulled violently up and back by the strands
leading to the bedposts.  And now Karen picked up the loose
strands of twine and the chain that ran between the nipple
clips, holding them in one hand while she drew the last,
horrible surprise out of the black bag: a long, sinuous, and
sinister cat-`o-nine-tails.
     
     By this time, Laura was long gone in a delirious, half-
crazed lust dementia, so over-stimulated and over-wrought
with need that all she could do was quiver and moan and sob
and pray for release.  She knew what Karen intended to do
with the cat-`o-nine-tails, and she obediently opened her
thighs as far as they would go, exposing the inflamed,
oozing crease of her aching cunt.  Do it . . . oh do it!
Please do it whip me fuck me whip me do it hard! she
thought, her hips churning and bucking frantically.
     
     Karen had said nothing for a long time, but she was
panting and biting her lower lip, fiercely excited sexually
by the torture of Laura.
     
     "Now, darling . . . now," she whispered softly,
beginning to pull on the cords that were fastened to Laura's
stretched, flaming nipples.
     
     Then she began to yank the chain and twine cords
rhythmically: yank . . . yank . . . yank.  Laura's nipples
exploded in pain.  Fresh tears poured down her cheeks, and
she sobbed hysterically, looking down at her crushed breasts
and painfully elongated nipples.  Then she felt the soft
stroke of the whip's tails against her exposed pussy, and
she knew the end was near.  Karen teased her, caressing her
swollen, inflamed pussylips with the strands of leather,
biting her full lower lip as Laura quivered in wild
anticipation.
     
     Finally, she began to whip Laura's pussy lightly, which
was perhaps the worst torture Laura had received yet, since
she craved to be fucked hard, or whipped hard, if that was
the alternative.  She needed to come desperately.  The
trailing, tickling strands of leather grazing her open,
flowing pussy as Karen dragged the whip across it only
tormented her more grievously.  She wailed and screamed into
the gag, twisting her body even though it brought fresh,
stabbing pain to her breasts and nipples.
     
     Fortunately, even Karen couldn't hold out at this
stage.  She was well aware of the damage she could cause to
Laura's nipples by brutalizing them too severely, but she
pulled the chain and the twine cords just enough to cause
excruciating torment to Laura's breasts, and began to whip
Laura's pussy very hard and fast with the cat-`o-nine-tails.
Two, three, four blows of the fiendish whip, and Laura
absolutely exploded in the most horrific orgasm she had ever
experienced.  Her body wanted to pass out as the hot
whirlwind of coming enveloped her, but the pain in her
breasts and nipples wouldn't allow her to lose
consciousness.
     
     Karen kept yanking the cords, but she quickly dropped
the whip when Laura began to come.  Then she dropped those
too and slid between Laura's yawning thighs, assaulting
Laura's pussy with her mouth and fingers, bringing Laura to
three more explosive climaxes that way until Laura was
spent, and she collapsed, gasping for breath through the
cruel gag, her body still throbbing wildly as the
aftershocks of several stupendous climaxes washed over her.
     
     She was only half-conscious as Karen quickly removed
the gag, first, and then all the torture devices from her
breasts and nipples.  Then she turned Laura on her side and
removed the handcuffs.  Laura returned to consciousness,
groggily stretching her body and wincing.  She looked like
she had been through the wringer, especially her breasts,
those beautiful, perfectly-shaped treasures that so many
lovers had worshipped.  Now they looked mangled and bruised
beyond belief, and they continued to hurt badly.
     
     "I can't believe you did that to me," she said in a
hushed, admonitory voice to Karen.
     
     "Oh, you always say that," Karen smiled.  "You wouldn't
be with me like this time after time if you didn't expect
the worst."  She cupped Laura's naked, brutalized breasts,
caressing them gently now.  "I did hurt them kind of bad,
didn't I."
     
     "Don't touch me!"
     
     "Now now, no need to get grouchy," Karen soothed her.
     
     Instead of replying, Laura reached for the handcuffs
herself.  She grabbed one of Karen's wrists and snapped the
cuff in place.
     
     "Ooooh, I love it when you get mean," Karen said.
     
     She put her other arm behind her back, and Laura
quickly completed the handcuffing.  Laura pushed her roughly
down on the bed and filled her hands with Karen's luscious
breasts, squeezing them very hard, pinching Karen's large,
puffy black nipples.
     
     "You made the mistake of letting me go last," she
whispered to Karen.  "Because these beauties are going to
get much the worst of it."
     
     "Oh god . . . I love it when you threaten me," Karen
whimpered, beginning to shake.  "Promise you'll fist fuck me
in the pussy at the same time."
     
     "The only thing I'll promise, you evil black bitch, is
that yours are going to hurt worse than mine by the time I'm
finished with them," Laura glowered at her.
     
     "I think I finally got you hot enough to be really mean
to me," Karen smiled.
     
     Laura didn't reply.  Instead, she put the gag into
Karen's mouth and secured it immediately.  Her fingers were
itching for the rope, and in two minutes she had Karen's
beautiful large breasts very tightly tied, so that they
bulged horribly.  In contrast to the slow, ingenious build-
up that Karen had employed with her, Laura worked quickly.
She had the clever idea of tying the ropes attached to the
coils around each of Karen's breasts to Karen's knees, just
below the joint, tying them in place with Karen's knees
slightly bent, so that the slightest movement, which gravity
made inevitable,  pinched and strangled the delicious dark
globes further.
     
     Karen's eyes were swimming with terror.  Now, working
around the ropes, Laura fastened the parallel bar vise in
place and began to tighten the wing nuts.  Karen's breasts
were as beautiful as Laura's, but much bigger, and watching
them squashed between the two closing bars fascinated them
both.  When Karen's luscious breasts were only squashed
about half of what was still possible, her black nipples
swollen to almost double their normal, already large, size,
Laura had to stop momentarily.
     
     She was unable to keep herself from licking and sucking
the huge protruding bulbs, and teasing the projecting
centers with her teeth.  They both knew what would happen to
these bursting nipples soon, and the anticipation, along
with Laura's dangerous teeth, made them both pant in
frenzied excitement.  Karen's panting was very audible since
the ball was stuffed into her mouth and she had to breath
through her nose.
     
     "I love to suck these beautiful, humongous nipples,"
Laura teased her, wrapping her tongue first around one, then
the other, pinching and scissoring the thick bulbs with her
fingers, then sucking them hard.  "I'll bet you want to come
already, don't you."
     
     She dropped her hand to Karen's crotch and felt the
pool of messy wet pubic hair and slick cuntlips.  Karen's
pussy was flooding, as Laura's had done earlier in the same
situation.  She withdrew her hand, not wanting Karen to come
prematurely.
     
     "Oh no . . . no you don't" she teased.  "Not yet.  Not
until I say so.  And we still have a long way to go, you
evil black bitch."
     
     She stopped and cradled her own breasts in her palms,
showing them to Karen.  Laura's breasts were bruised, with
purple splotches and weals and broken blood vessels all over
them.  Her nipples didn't look harmed, though they had been
harmed most of all and still throbbed hotly with lingering
pain.
     
     "See what you did to these?  See?" she asked Karen.
"Double that is going to happen to yours."
     
     She saw the terror in Karen's dark, flashing eyes.
Karen shook her head.
     
     "Onngh uddd!" she grunted in desperation into the ball
gag in her mouth, repeating it several times. "Onngh uddd!
Onngh uddd!  Eeeezz!"
     
     Laura smiled, returning to the wing nuts.  "Of course
no blood," she reassured her victim.  "I know the rules.
You didn't make mine bleed.  No blood.  Of course.  But
everything else."
     
     "Ummnngg!" Karen whimpered piteously, looking down at
her luscious black breasts, which were now misshapen and
bulging horribly as the parallel bars of the crusher closed
tighter.
     
     Just as Laura's had done, the springy, thick centers of
Karen's nipples popped up from the surrounding bulbous
areolas, pushing out a full half-inch, and Laura pinched
each one hard as she twisted the wing nuts, bringing soft
whimpers from Karen, and tears to her eyes.
     
     "Mmmm, I think these are ready to tie and torture,"
Laura smiled, retrieving from the floor the twine cords
Karen had earlier used on her, Laura's, nipples.
     
     By now, the parallel bars would close no further on
Karen's crushed and mangled breasts.  They bulged out behind
and in front of the bars, hard, misshapen balloons of flesh,
shiny and painful-looking.  Karen's nipples were huge,
overripe, bursting, swollen black plums, the centers
protruding, fat and long and tempting.  Laura tied a strand
of twine to each one, tugging them maliciously, enjoying the
water that sprang instantly to Karen's eyes.
     
     When a strand of twine was dangling from the protruding
nub of each nipple, she found the nipple clamps.  But
instead of doing the obvious, she began by fastening one
nipple clamp to Karen's right nipple, just at the edge of
the puffy, swollen areola.  Karen moaned.  Then, instead of
fastening the other one to Karen's left nipple, she placed
it right next to the first one, just a little further out.
Now Karen's right nipple was pinched unmercifully by both
clamps, and the protruding stem of it was tied with the
twine.  Her cheeks were shiny and wet with tears as she
watched Laura begin to toy with her horribly pinched nipple,
knowing that the pain she had felt so far was nothing to
what was going to happen now.
     
     Laura bent her head down and teased it with her tongue.
While doing this, she yanked the chain attached to the
nipple clamps.  She knew the pain from this was
excruciating, and Karen howled into the gag, tossing her
head and squirming, which only pulled the ropes attached to
her knees tighter, thereby further strangling her trussed
breasts.  This too became unbearable, and she quickly bent
her knees again to relieve the tension on the ropes.
     
     Now Laura took the piece of twine that was tied to the
protruding stem of that nipple.  Karen's eyes widened in
fear.  Even though Karen's nipple was already pinched tight
by two nipple clamps, it was large, and Laura wrapped the
twine around it about three times in between the two clamps.
Then she began to pull it sharply, at the same time pulling
the chain that was fastened to the clamps in the opposite
direction.  Karen's nipple was pulled both ways at once, and
she began to scream into the gag.  Laura kept up this
torture for about three minutes, then moved to Karen's other
breast and did the same thing to it for the same period.
     
     By now, Karen was a wreck, writhing in agony from the
pain Laura was inflicting on her breasts, and making it
worse by her own flexing body, since this pulled the ropes
throttling her breasts too.  Laura knew she had had enough
and set about bringing off the final explosion.  She
maneuvered a pillow under Karen's ass, raising it up for the
final assault, and Karen began to quiver and moan, since she
immediately guessed what was about to happen.
     
     Crouching under Karen's bent legs, with Karen's heels
resting on the backs of her shoulders, Laura quickly oiled
her right hand with baby oil.  Then she formed a wedge with
her thumb and fingers and pushed it into Karen's ass,
pushing hard, forcing it in quickly, a rough, insistent rape
unlike her earlier gentle persistence.  Karen groaned and
shuddered.  Laura kept pushing, until her entire hand slid
into Karen's ass.
     
     Now she knew Karen would come any second.  With her
other hand, she grabbed the strands of twine and the chain,
pulling hard on them both to jerk Karen's entrapped nipples,
and at the same time buried her mouth in the flowing pink
cleft of the girl's inflamed pussy.  She sucked Karen's clit
and rammed her hand into Karen's ass, pulling the chain and
twine at the same time, fucking Karen far more violently
than she ever had even in their moments of deepest depravity
in the past.
     
     Karen groaned and screamed, her luscious, tightly-bound
body flexing and shuddering, and she came in a series of
astonishing explosions.  Laura had, in their most perverted
encounters, tortured Karen into intense orgasms before, but
none had approached either the violence or the shocking
magnitude of these.  Karen thrashed and came, bellowing
horribly into the gag, her face wildly contorted under the
straps of the gag harness, her body surging and shuddering
uncontrollably as wave after wave of excruciating sexual
rapture wrenched her flesh.
     
     Finally, she stopped coming, and Laura herself was out
of strength.  She pulled her hand out of Karen's ass and
wiped it on a towel, then quickly untied and unscrewed all
the various torture tools from Karen's body.  Karen
recovered gradually, as Laura herself had done after such an
extreme experience.
     
     She blinked, looking down at her breasts, which were as
bruised and hard-used as Laura's, though her skin color made
it harder to see the blotches and weals.
     
     "Girl, if I ever want to be fucked to death, I'm gon'
call you," she said weakly.  "I probably won't be able to
hold a shit in for a week."
     
     "You wanted it."  Laura kissed her.
     
     "I wanted it.  I got it.  Coming that hard almost
hurts."
     
     "Tell me about it."
     
     "But it doesn't hurt as much as my titties do."
     
     "Mine too.  Maybe we should try to . . . you know, just
make love.  To remind ourselves how we got into this in the
first place?  Because we . . . couldn't stop ourselves?
Remember."
     
     Karen smiled.  They lay down side by side on the bed,
pushing all the ropes and apparatus off on the floor.
     
     "Can we really just fuck like two normal . . . people,
without toys and pain?" Karen asked wryly, kissing Laura in
a long, searching, passionate way.  "I do love you so,
Laura."
     
     "I remember when I first saw your breasts, that night
when we came to my apartment, in the rain.  Remember?  I
wanted to kiss them so bad.  And I'd never wanted to do that
before in my life."
     
     "If you touch these nipples now, girl, I'll kill you,"
Karen warned.  "In fact, the only part of me you can touch
is my pussy.  The rest is in flaming pain, you bitch."
     
     "My pussy still hurts a little, but you could try
kissing it," Laura murmured softly, frenching Karen's ear,
turning her body so that they could sixty-nine each other.
     
     In this way, they tried to heal the shocking physical
and emotional abrasions of their earlier perverted sexual
encounter, and as usual the emotional freight was so intense
that they ended up in a nuclear explosion of shared coming,
as if their prior orgasms were only preparation for this
shattering meltdown.  And since their prior orgasms had
nearly killed them both, this one left them barely alive in
one another's arms.
     
     "I'll see you in six months, darling," Karen whispered,
kissing Laura.  "We won't survive if we see each other more
often."
     
     Laura smiled.  "I'm already dead."
     
     "You better be alive next time I call."
     
     "You, my dear, to paraphrase a famous song, could make
a dead woman come."