Chapter 153
     
     
     Laura had the most exciting dream of her life.  She
awoke from it in a hot lather of sexual need, quivering and
moaning in her damp sheets.  In the dream she had been
catfighting with Karen.
     
     It had all begun mildly enough.  The two of them had
been joking, kissing, teasing one another.  But Karen had
wanted to imprison Laura's breasts in the vise again, the
incredible device consisting of two metal bars loosened or
tightened by wing nuts at each end, which they had used last
time.  It was both wildly arousing and shockingly painful to
have your breasts squeezed in it, and then further tortured
with nipple clamps.
     
     Laura had refused.
     
     "You want it," Karen said in the dream.  "You know you
do."
     
     She reached for Laura's shirt, to help her take it off.
But Laura moved back.  "I don't want it.  It hurts."
     
     Karen eased off, temporarily.  But soon she was trying
to unbutton Laura's blouse again.  Laura teased her and
kissed her, trying to go back to their long-time trust.
     
     "Do you want to kiss them, or torture them?" she asked
softly.
     
     "Both," Karen admitted.
     
     And Laura's blood simply leapt.  Karen's hand was on
the throat of her shirt.  She looked down.
     
     "Let me," Karen asked.
     
     "No."
     
     "Please let me."
     
     Laura shook her head.  "No."
     
     "I'm stronger than you are."
     
     "I don't think so."
     
     "Want to find out?"
     
     Laura glowered at her.
     
     With one movement, Karen pulled down her hand and
ripped open Laura's shirt, popping and tearing the buttons
loose.  Laura's shirt hung open, exposing her bra.  She
looked down, unable to believe this had happened.
     
     Karen was smiling.  Laura shook her head.
     
     "You bitch.  You ruined my shirt."
     
     "It isn't all I'm going to ruin," Karen smirked.
     
     She lifted her hand to the fabric separating Laura's
bra cups.  Surprising herself, Laura batted her hand away.
Eyes narrowing, Karen raised her finger to Laura's cheek, to
caress it.  Laura slapped it away too.
     
     "Don't touch me, you bitch."
     
     "I'm going to do a lot more than touch," Karen
threatened.
     
     Karen's hand was quick.  It shot out and grabbed
Laura's bra between the cups.  She yanked it forward, trying
to rip it off, but the elastic merely stretched.  Karen's
arm had such strength that she pulled Laura forward too.
     
     Their faces brushed.  Laura was furious.  She slapped
Karen's cheek hard with the palm of her hand.  "Damn you,
let me go!  I don't want to do it!"
     
     Karen still held the middle of Laura's bra in her hand.
She twisted it, tightening the cups against Laura's breasts,
pinching them.  The elastic straps bit into Laura's back and
shoulders.  Laura slapped her again, trying to pull free.
     
     But Karen was very strong.  "You cunt!" she swore at
Laura.  "I'm going to put the vise on your boobs and make
you sob!  You're going to beg me to stop!"
     
     "The fuck I am!" Laura spat.
     
     She grabbed the throat of Karen's blouse and with one
strong move tore it open down the front, leaving it hanging
in rags.  Now Karen's bra was exposed too, the bulging tops
of her luscious breasts rising and falling as she breathed
heavily.  Laura was panting too.  Their fight was sexually
charged in the extreme, so that they hardly knew it they
were fighting or fucking.
     
     Now Karen grabbed Laura's bra with both hands and
simply ripped it open.  Her beautiful black hands grasped
Laura's naked breasts, twisting them roughly, her fingers
pinching Laura's nipples.  Karen's fingers and nails sank
into the flesh of Laura's breasts.  Never, even in their
roughest fucking, had Karen ever squeezed Laura's breasts
this hard.
     
     "Ouch!  God . . . you're hurting me!" Laura screamed at
her.
     
     Karen's fingers pinched both of Laura's nipples at
once, fiercely, bringing tears to Laura's eyes, and fiery
pain to her nipples.
     
     "Owwnncchh!"
     
     She slapped Karen's face sharply, twice.  Karen pushed
her backwards until Laura fell onto the bed.  Then she fell
on Laura, but Laura caught Karen's bra with both hands and
ripped it apart too, just as Karen had done to hers.
Karen's luscious black breasts spilled out, her thick
bulbous nipples shiny and puffy.
     
     Instantly, Laura grabbed them, twisting the firm, large
balls of flesh, digging her fingers roughly into them, then
pulling Karen's large nipples with her fingers, twisting and
pinching them ferociously.  Karen began to whimper and gasp
in shock and pain.  She slapped Laura hard on the side of
the face, trying to grab Laura's head in a headlock with her
arm.
     
     Laura wriggled free.  Her skirt was up around her
waist, and Karen plunged one hand between Laura's thighs,
ramming the heel of her palm directly up into Laura's
crotch.  The blow hurt Laura, but at the same time
stimulated her wildly as she felt the hard flesh of Karen's
palm ramming into her pussy, and pushing her wet panties
into it.  She realized for the first time how wet she was
and knew that they were really fucking, just catfighting
their way into it.
     
     She thrust her own hand into Karen's crotch, finding
Karen's panties very wet too.  She rubbed Karen's pussy
violently through the damp cloth, watching Karen's eyes roll
up, hearing her gasp.
     
     "Ungghh!" Karen panted.  "You bitch.  Don't try to
distract me."
     
     Now Karen grabbed the breast torture vise, which was
lying next to them on the bed.  She forced Laura down on her
back and tried to fit the two long bars over Laura's
breasts.  But Laura managed to get her hands on Karen's
dangling breasts, and now she twisted and pinched Karen's
large black nipples viciously.
     
     "Aiieeeee!" Karen screamed in pain.
     
     Laura didn't let go.  She rolled over, forcing Karen
onto her back now, still pinching the girl's thick, bulbous
nipples sharply, enjoying the grimace of pain on Karen's
face, and her helpless whimpering.
     
     "Ohhhh!  Please . . . oh god, Laura, that hurts!
Owwwchhh!  Oh shit!"
     
     Tears came to Karen's eyes.  Laura twisted her nipples
viciously.  The pain was so great that Karen arched her
back, lifting her body, trying to compensate for it.  Laura
released Karen's nipples, and while Karen was still
distracted by the pain, she grabbed the vise herself.
Unfortunately, it was adjusted to receive her own breasts,
which were much smaller than Karen's.
     
     But she didn't have time to unscrew the wingnuts.  And
so she squeezed and forced one of Karen's large, bulging
breasts between the bars, and then the other one.  They did
not want to fit, and so she pinched and pulled them through,
causing Karen once again to whimper and moan in pain.
     
     "God . . . you bitch!" Karen whimpered.  "Let me go!"
     
     "You cunt!  I'm going to hurt you so bad you'll beg me
to stop," Laura swore at her.
     
     "I'm going to scratch your fucking eyes out, you little
white pussy!" Karen snarled.
     
     She now made a fierce attempt to fight back, lurching
up, her breasts now caught between the bars, and forcing
Laura back, then pushing her down on the bed herself.  She
slapped Laura sharply on both sides of her face, sitting on
Laura's chest while she tried to extricate her large breasts
from the evil clamp.  She was bigger than Laura, and her
weight pinned Laura to the mattress.
     
     Laura struggled, clawing Karen's hard, silky black
thighs with her nails until she drew blood.  Karen let out a
strangled cry, touching the wounds and seeing her own blood
on her fingers.  This gave Laura her chance, and she lurched
up, clasping Karen in her arms and wrestling her violently
over onto her back.
     
     But they were still embracing, their breasts mashed
together, their hot breath in each other's face, their
groans intermingling.  They both realized by now that they
were fucking rather than fighting.  And now Laura became the
real aggressor, and Karen the victim.
     
     Not realizing her own strength, she reached down and
with two hands tore Karen's panties completely in half,
ripping them from Karen's body and flinging them angrily
across the room.   Karen looked down, as did Laura, shocked
by what she had done.  Then, before either knew what was
happening, Laura's fingers flew to the wingnuts, and she
quickly clamped the bars of the vise down so hard on Karen's
large, bulging breasts that Karen moaned with pain.
     
     "Ohhnnnnn!  Oh god . . . Laura!  Oh god, please!" she
begged.
     
     Karen's huge, glossy, distended black nipples were such
a desirable sight that Laura could not hold back.  She went
for them hungrily with her fingers and her mouth, pinching
and twisting the huge buds, then sucking them deep into her
mouth.  Karen writhed and panted, watching Laura's mouth on
her entrapped, viciously-squeezed breasts, whimpering with
uncontrollable sexual excitement.
     
     "Bite them . . . bite them!" she panted, delirious,
crazed with urgent lust.
     
     Laura held one hard, gourd-like breast in both hands
and bared her teeth, sucking Karen's huge, already-erect
nipple between them and clamping down, first gently, then
harder, harder, until Karen cried out.
     
     "Auunnnggg!  Oh shit!"
     
     Laura dropped her hand to Karen's copious wet pussy,
rubbing it wildly, but only with the idea of lubricating her
fingers.  But the rubbing drove Karen nearly insane with
need.  She whimpered, gyrating her hips rapidly, thrusting,
trying to come.  But Laura's now-greasy fingers slid further
down, into Karen's asscrack, where she quickly slid one,
then two into Karen's tight asshole.
     
     "Ungghh!" Karen grunted softly, realizing for the first
time what was going to happen.
     
     Now Laura let her have it.  Pumping and twisting her
hand, she quickly had a five-fingered wedge into Karen's
rectum, loosening it further.  She released Karen's tortured
nipple from her mouth, concentrating all her effort on
getting her whole hand into Karen's ass.  Karen's whimpering
turned quickly to tight, pinched squeals of pain as Laura's
thrusting hand penetrated her more deeply.
     
     Laura looked into Karen's eyes.  Karen's whole face was
transfixed by intense pain mingled with nearly unbearable
sexual pleasure.  She knew she was going to be mercilessly
fist-raped in the ass, and she was almost coming already
from the anticipation.  Laura turned her fist inside the
tight cavity of Karen's ass and watched the girl's dark eyes
flare with pain, heard the agony of a clotted cry in her
throat.
     
     "Do you want me to stop?" she whispered.
     
     Karen shook her head rapidly.  "Do it hard!" she half-
groaned.  "Hard!"
     
     And Laura gave her what she wanted.  She grabbed
Karen's other breast, the one she had not yet bitten, with
her free hand and fed the bulging, bursting, shiny nipple
into her mouth, sucking it sharply.  At the same time, she
began to fuck Karen's incredibly tight asshole with her
fist, plunging it in deep, deeper than she remembered having
gone when they had done this in real life.
     
     In the dream, Karen came almost immediately, shrieking
and thrashing under Laura, her body rising off the bed, arms
flailing, her face torn by agony and rapture as fierce spasm
after spasm wrenched her shuddering body.  It was in the
middle of Karen's orgasm that Laura awoke from the dream,
panting heavily, soaking with sweat, tangled in her own
sheets.
     
     Oh god! she thought.  It wasn't real.  It felt so real!
     
     She was burning with sexual need.  She raised one hand
and saw it quivering so badly because she needed to come.
She was completely knotted up with sexual tension.  Her
pussy was flooded, and her nipples throbbed.  The only
choice was how to make herself come.
     
     Quickly, she fished under her bed with one hand.  She
felt a length of rope, and her knuckles brushed the
butterfly vibrator.
     
     "Oh god!" she gasped aloud, realizing the horrific
orgasm that awaited her.
     
     Quickly, she coiled the rope around each of her
breasts, running a strand in back of her neck, cinching them
tightly, so that her nipples swelled as if ready to burst.
She grabbed them with her fingers and twisted them sharply,
feeling her whole body quiver.
     
     "Oh shit!  I'm going to come!  I have to hurry!"
     
     She grabbed the butterfly vibrator and lay on her back,
spreading her thighs.  The thing vibrated so wildly when she
flicked on the switch that her weak hands almost dropped it.
But she clutched it hard in both hands and guided the
crazily-fluttering butterfly down to her aching, pulsing
cunt, biting her lower lip as it came close to her swollen,
throbbing clit.  Oh god, oh god!
     
     She could not believe the release.  As soon as the
vibrating tab brushed her clit, she was coming in gushing
torrents, groaning, biting down on her screams, whinnying as
her body surged and arched off the bed, her pelvis pumping
and twitching wildly.  She dropped the vibrator immediately,
unable to hold onto it, and grabbed her flooding pussy with
both hands, rubbing it frantically and coming again.
     
     She had never come so hard when masturbating.  Others
had made her come this hard-Karen, Rob, Brandi, even Kim,
though of course Karen seemed to hold the record.  How
fitting that she was in the dream.  But of course, who would
be in it, if not her? Laura thought.
     
     She felt like she had ruptured herself, or torn loose
some internal organ, she had come so hard.  She lay
exhausted and panting for long minutes, letting the blissful
waves pour through her body, her mind swirling with
fragments left over from the dream.  Finally, she got up and
took a warm bath, but she still was unable to sleep the rest
of the night.