The Best Day Ever

Mariah’s eyes widened with every inch that Bubbles rose, as she realized what was about to happen to Faheema - and, notably, the floor below. Between the two of them, there had to be at least four hundred pounds. Four hundred pounds of solid, unyielding weight, with little fat to speak of. Any impact with that sort of force behind it would be devastating...and loud. ”Uh, Bubbles, wait-”

By the time the words escaped her lips, it was already too late. Bubbles fell forward, and unlike a tree in the forest with no one around to hear it, there was no question about her making noise.

The impact was so mighty that it made Mariah jump, and she wasn’t the only thing in the room that did it. Every object that wasn’t weighed down shifted a couple of inches, and Mariah had to move fast to keep the lamp from falling off the nightstand. With that little chaos averted, she looked down and saw what she expected to see - Bubbles, peeling herself off of what was left of Faheema.

For a moment, the longest moment, Bubbles didn’t more or say anything. She simply stayed there, staring into Faheema’s searing eyes, as if checking her for life. Concern? Yes, that was there. She knew Faheema could take that and so much more, but she wanted to be sure all the same. What’s more, she wanted her captive to know that concern was there, that she hurt her because she had to, and that, while she could punish with severe pain, she could reward with great pleasure.

When the moment passed, Bubbles reached around Faheema’s body and lifted her up like a babe, holding her close to her chest, letting the Nubian’s face rub against her breast. It was a short walk to the bed, and Bubbles laid Faheema down right in the middle of it. ”Lay back.” She gave a soft command as she pushed against that sweltering dark chest of hers, pressing just hard enough to exert real force, but not enough to hurt.

She lovingly stroked Faheema’s breasts as Mariah went to work around them, cautiously taking one of Faheema’s wrists and starting to wrap a rope around it. She was careful, monitoring her reaction the whole time, all while Bubbles continued to stare her with a fixed, loving gaze. ”Don’t move. Don’t be afraid.” She spoke in a voice that was half whisper, half sigh. ”How do you feel?”

As unbelievable as it was, Faheema actually regretted her decision to defy Bubbles and her attempted smother. Attacks of any sort raised alarm bells in the Nubian's head, but passing out in the giant's clutches with her face buried in those voluptuous orbs of hers had an allure to it that ordinary attacks didn't. Choosing to resist had just resulted in a much less enjoyable put-down, and as Bubbles picked Faheema up and started carrying her toward the bed, it became clear that she wasn't planning to go back to it.

Faced with the realization of how little she had to gain from resisting the will of her conqueror, Faheema finally gave in and relaxed, mentally surrendering herself to whatever plans the giantess and her wife had in store. Her body was theirs for the night, after all; the collar still pressing against her neck was proof of that.

“Gnh,” Faheema groaned as her sore body was folded over Bubbles' arms in something resembling a bridal carry. There was going to be some lingering pain no matter what, but Bubbles made a recognizable effort to minimize it, moving her slowly and delicately toward the bed. It was very endearing, and the Nubian would try to repay her care by placing herself in their hands, figuratively and literally.

“Don't worry, I am the opposite of afraid. I am ready for you both to rule me,” she hissed back at Bubbles, her exotic voice full of zeal. A soft, gentle hand took her arm to start binding her. The rope itself was surprisingly soft as it coiled around her wrist, and she trusted Mariah not to hurt her either. The fact that Bubbles and her traveled with these curios gave her faith that both women were practiced in the art of tying up another person, and Faheema wasn't reticent to be their latest subject. She splayed herself out on the luxurious bed, offering the best possible canvas for the two of them to work with.

With it being clear that Faheema was good with everything going on, Mariah went to work. She’d always had bit of a deft hand for rope bondage, getting used to it when it came to binding Bubbles’ breasts, and she brought that same skill out as she restrained the Nubian. She started at the wrists, getting them tied up and stretched, anchoring them to both bed posts with solid knots, before she moved on to Faheema’s legs and ankles to repeat the process - the only thing that slowed her down was the need to occasionally stop and give Faheema’s dark skin a loving kiss, a gentle caress, or a tender squeeze. She was only human, after all. Couldn’t resist.

All the while, Bubbles stayed by Faheema’s side, lovingly looking down on her with a mix of genuine care and insatiable hunger. She brought her hands to the Nubian’s chest and idly ran her fingers over each breast in turn, tracing over them from side to side. ”Ready, are you?” Bubbles dipped down and pressed their lips together for a glancing kiss, just barely slipping her tongue in before she pulled away. ”Let’s put that to the test.”

Just as she finished speaking, Mariah finished up with her work and took as step away from the bed with her hands on her hips, taking time to admire it all. There was an art to this sort of thing - she’d strived to give Faheema enough slack to be comfortable and move, but only to a certain point. Freedom with true freedom.

”There we go.” Mariah dusted off her hands and stepped away, only to come back a moment later with a blindfold in one hand and a full mask in one hand - one that could could cover Faheema’s entire head, with only openings for the nose. ”Blindfold or mask?”

Bubbles chewed her lip for a moment, deliberating, only to nod after she ran a hand through Faheema’s hair. After a moment, her smile curved, as an idea slithered its way up from the darker corners of her mind. ”Neither. We don’t need a blindfold, do we?”

She took her hands away from Faheema’s breast and ran a finger across her brow. ”Let’s make a game out of this. Close your eyes. Keep them closed, and you get the pleasure. Open them, and you get the pain. Understand?”

Happy to relax on the softest bed she had ever laid in, Faheema smiled placidly as Mariah bound her arms and legs. Being tied to the corners of a near stranger's bed had no right to be this enjoyable, but Faheema struggled to suppress her excitement, humming softly as Bubbles fondled her chest. She felt Mariah sampling her body as well. The treatment was blissful, a heavenly experience worthy of the dreadful journey the Nubian had made to get here.

“Yes, I am ready. You're irresistible, both of you,” she said, struggling to lift her head up so that she could meet Bubbles for a kiss. Every person had a unique scent or taste to them, and Faheema was growing fond of the taste Bubbles' tongue left on her own. For a moment, she closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of those lush lips against hers, but it was over quickly. Faheema's head tilted up even further when Bubbles pulled away, as if she was giving chase to capture her mouth again.

“Addictive, those lips,” she said, blushing. Mariah was searching for something, so Faheema took the moment to test the ropes holding her down. Loose enough to allow a little movement, but nowhere near enough to get up or resist when the two women started to have their way with her. Wearing a blindfold would have been exciting enough, an added touch of sensory deprivation to go with her restraints. Bubbles, however, had a creative twist to this routine that her Nubian friend liked even more.

“Wonderful idea,” Faheema cooed, trading glances one more time with Bubbles and Mariah before her eyelids rolled down to obscure her sight. “I'll have to open my eyes eventually. How else will I discover the device that shocked Mariah?”

For now, Faheema kept her eyes shut, breathing deeply to puff out her chest and make her body undulate. She wanted to tease them, to entice them to explore her body inch by inch. Even though she was laid out for them like a buffet, she wasn't feeling too self-conscious about her scars, or the faded, almost unrecognizable tattoos prominent on some parts of her arms and upper chest. Her body odor had washed off in the shower, as had the sticky grime that often covered her skin. She felt beautiful for once, appetizing enough to let Bubbles and Mariah devour her.

Bubbles couldn’t remember all the women she’d kissed in her lifetime - thousands? Likely thousands. In just about every city the Slamazons traveled to, up and down the West Coast. Though she’d sampled so many lips, had so many tastes, everyone stayed fresh in her mind. Everyone kissed a little different - had their unique taste, had ways they liked to use their tongue, had a preference for the way they moved in with their mouths.

But, even among that long list, Faheema stood out. When Bubbles leaned in for the kiss, she could sense the hunger. The wanting. The need. These were lips she could kiss all night and never get tired of.

But that would be a waste, wouldn’t it, when they had so many better, more creative plans?

”You’ll know the device when it comes, believe me.” Mariah taunted as she shoved the rest of the rope away under the bed. ”And you’ll really know it if you open your eyes, trust me.”

”So be a good girl.” Bubbles planted a wet kiss on Faheema’s forehead after she closed her eyes, sealing the deal with a kiss. This was somewhat unfamiliar territory for her, and the blindfold would’ve been the simpler route, but she liked the idea of giving Faheema an order that she’d have to fight to follow. It almost made the whole experience a game, a contest to see how long the Nubian’s will could hold out.

With those eyelids shut, Mariah brought out their first item for the evening, as she took a little stroll over to kitchenette. She grabbed a bucket, a small thing that Faheema likely didn’t even notice before, and made her way back over to the bed, her soft footfalls giving only the barest hint of where she was in the room. Making Faheema guess. Enhancing the surprise.

She opened the lid of the bucket and Bubbles did the honors, as she reached in and pulled a simple ice cube. Nothing too special about it. Nothing unusual. Just a small bit of ice, barely bigger than the tip of your thumb. But it didn’t matter what it was, so much as how she used it.

With the cube pinched between her fingers, Bubbles ended the tension and placed the ice cube on top of Faheema’s chest, right between her bountiful breasts, freezing up nerves wherever the ice touched. Just like that, she dragged the ice cube down her sweltering skin, leaving a thin trail of water as she went to the Nubian’s stomach, then bellybutton, then continued to go down even further still...

Even with her eyes closed, Faheema could sense a lot. Shadows flickered perceptibly on the other side of her eyelids, as one of the two women went looking for something. What could the two women possibly need after Mariah had spent so long collecting up all their devices? Whatever it was, Faheema heard its lid pop open, small objects clacking against each other as Bubbles pulled something out. The Nubian became tense as the anticipation made her nervous, until something wet and freezing was pressed into the valley of her chest.

“Aie!” Faheema bounced reflexively as the cold stung her dark skin. It wasn't a sensation that she would have called pleasurable, so much as discomforting. Clearly, Bubbles was a mischievous sort, like her wife. Still, the Nubian decided to entertain their strange desires for now. She bit her lip and writhed as the tiny, frigid dot on her chest started to move, sliding down her stomach.

“I-Ice? Why ice?” she pouted, stifling a giggle when the little cube became lodged in her belly button for a moment, making her stomach dance. It seemed tepid compared to what she had been expecting, but maybe Faheema was being too critical. After all, Bubbles was guiding the ice in some interesting directions, and Mariah was completely unaccounted for. Maybe the two deserved more credit than Faheema was giving them, but she still felt the need to 'encourage' them a little.

“Come on, if this is the best you've got, maybe I should tie you up instead!” Faheema huffed, pulling against her restraints and thrusting her hips up. Was she being harsh? A little, maybe, but not as harsh as they would get to be once Faheema decided to stop keeping her eyes closed.

And there was that squeal.

Bubbles shivered at the noise, and Mariah couldn’t deny having a tingle, too. Faheema was rough woman, scarred and dangerous, like an uncaged beast at the worst of times - but, somehow, that just made her moments of cuteness all the sweeter, little diamonds sticking out of the rough, and it certainly helped to have them bathed in such an exotic accent.

But, as amusing as it was to make her dance with an include, it was merely a prelude. A test. ”You’ll see why.” Faheema would feel the ice go lower still, until it made its way to her sex, right at the time of her slit. With a little push, Bubbles slipped the melting cube between her folds and kept it there, letting it spill out as she gently rubbed, back and forth…

That wasn’t the only thing to feel, though. A heat passed by Faheema’s face and tickled her hairs, along with a flowering scent to fill her nostrils. Something was burning, and that something was close. So close.

There was no hint. No warning. No giveaway. Mariah, who’d been spending the past few seconds lighting up a wax candle and bring it over, held it over Faheema’s body. She gave the flame a chance to melt, aimed it at the right spot, then tipped it over enough - just enough - to make a searing drop fall on the Nubian’s flesh, landing right where the ice cube had initially touched down.

What must Faheema have looked like from the perspective of her captors? A woman from the remotest corner of the Earth, with enough muscle to break bones in half, restrained and writhing on a bed as the odd couple played with her exposed body. Her straining muscles pulled against the ropes with enough force to make the bedposts creak, but her resistance had a surprising motive to it. Since Faheema had been allowed to lose herself in the euphoria of sexual submission, she wanted both of the women holding her to enjoy their control just as much. Bubbles had already demonstrated her physical superiority in and out of the ring, but Faheema wanted Mariah to feel like a goddess as well. By struggling, she demonstrated an appreciation for the skillful ties that Mariah had bound her with, and showed her that her Nubian guest was truly at her mercy.

When Bubbles pushed her small ice cube toward Faheema's exposed pussy lips, however, the Nubian's panic became a little more genuine. Reflexively, she attempted to cross her legs, but the ropes holding her ankles didn't leave her quite enough slack to do so. As her legs kicked up and down, the tiny glacier slipped along her folds, sending a frigid shock down nerves that had never experienced such cold before.

Then, Bubbles did the unthinkable, and drove the bead of ice inside of her. An exasperated cry left Faheema's lips as a harsh stinging sensation wracked her lower body, the ice burning her as it melted into liquid that trickled back out. There was nothing she could do to stop it with the ropes holding her limbs, which only made her heart beat faster when she felt a lit flame hovering near her face, warning her that she was in danger of further burning. Only a moment of suspense allowed Faheema to take a breath before the drop of hot wax surprised her, hitting her right between the breasts and singeing her skin.

“Hmn!” the Nubian growled, attempting to twist away from where Mariah was sitting, although her bondage didn't allow her much success. The floral wax drying in her cleavage stung, but the pain was tolerable, and the heat introduced to the skin that had been numbed by ice gave her quite a tingling sensation. It made her heart flutter, but while the novelty of the temperature play amused her, it was still distressing enough to justify some blowback. With a twitch of her face, Faheema's eyes popped open to behold Mariah sitting nearby, holding a lit candle.

“That hurts, Mariah,” Faheema remarked, inhaling a deep breath and blowing sharply in an attempt to blow Mariah's candle out. A challenge, even for lungs as healthy as Faheema's, but the act of resisting the will of her erotic torturer was purely symbolic. “Was I not promised something more pleasurable if I kept my eyes closed? I guess now you'll just have to torture me until I decide to close them again.”

There was a science to this that Mariah was quickly falling in love with. She and Bubbles had watched too many late night videos with amateurs, had seen the same mistakes made too many times to mess this up. How many times had they seen a good scene get messed up because the domme rushed things and didn’t take her time, focused too much on the physical over the mental? Easy mistakes. Simple mistakes. Mistakes she had no intention of making.

Faheema was she and Bubbles’ project. Their labor of love. They had all day to perfect her, to get this right, and there was no way they would rush.

She watched with glee as the sizzling wax touched down on Faheema’s skin, knowing full well how it could light your nerves on fire. Mariah had gotten used to the sensation - life with Bubbles had gotten her used to a lot of things - but the first time was always the most shocking. The Nubian didn’t disappoint with her reaction, either, going into a wild frenzy/, which Bubbles loved to watch...save for one, tiny little problem.

Those open eyes. Those playful, defiant, open eyes.

Bubbles had started to lick at Faheema’s sex, sipping up the melted cube after it mixed with her captive’s taste, but she raised back up after the challenge was made. And it was a challenge, there was no getting around that. The look in her eyes was proof. The audacity it took to blow at her mistress’ candle was enough, even if Mariah managed to keep it back.. They might have chained the tigress, but that didn’t make her any less wild. She still needed thorough training. Fortunately, she and Mariah were both up to the task. ”I think she’s asking for it, Mariah.” With a sigh, Bubbles brought her attention away from the honeypot and started to crawl over the bed, rubbing against their captive as she moved past., working her way to the head of the bed.

”I’d agree.” With her free hand, Mariah held up the blindfold. ”Maybe we need this?”

Bubbles’ just shook her head as she turned on her knees, sitting just above Faheema’s head, with her entire body laid out in front of her, in all its glory. ”I’ve got a better backup.”

This whole session hadn’t started out with a shower by any accident. Bubbles was a smelly pile from the match, true, but she got clean because she wanted to give Faheema the most hygienic experience possible, especially for what she knew was coming next.

Bubbles sat up on her knees, looming over Faheema like some dark goddess, her pale form a silhouette above - before she moved forward and took away all of the Nubian’s light. Just like that, she dropped her substantial rear on Faheema’s face, covering it entirely and bullying her head about with her cheeks. A reverse facesit - humiliating and effective.

To tell the truth, while most people viewed Faheema as wild and ferocious, especially those who had experience fighting her, the young woman had never agreed with their perceptions. She longed not to be seen as an uncivilized person, to escape the harmful stereotypes often applied to women of her unique background. There was no denying, however, that Faheema was a stubbornly independent woman, never afraid to assert herself. Since Mariah and Bubbles had taken advantage of Faheema's unaware state to surprise her with a painful set of stings, she felt justified in refusing the order by Bubbles to keep her eyes closed.

Hell, if Faheema had known in advance how they would punish her for it, she would have defied them even sooner! Having recently warmed up to the thrill of letting other women smother her with their bodies, she had secretly wanted her towering conqueror to wrap her tightly in a prison of flesh. Now, as Bubbles crawled up the bed to loom over Faheema once more, tickling her ears with sensual threats, Faheema had a reason to believe that her wish might be granted. Mariah's threat to blindfold Faheema after all was tantalizing in its own right, but when Bubbles confirmed that she had other plans, her soon-to-be victim couldn't keep the smile off her face.

“Y-yes, I am asking for it,” Faheema huffed, tipping her head back and staring up as Bubbles eclipsed the warm light of the hotel suite. “Please...discipline me. Teach me a lesson!” She cried just as Bubbles dropped down onto her head, silencing her pleas as her face was engulfed by the weight of the largest woman she knew. There was no sweat or filth for Bubbles to rub in her face, but the humbling effect of being held down and suffocated in such a naughty manner was no less intoxicating.

“Mmm!” Faheema pleaded, turning and twisting her body helplessly as Bubbles rode her down, squeezing her face and pushing it about as she gyrated on top of her. There was no room for her mouth to even open, each attempt to do so merely rubbing her nose and lips against her sweltering prison. Oxygen would soon be in desperate demand, but with her arms and legs restrained, there was no way for Faheema to free herself. Bubbles could put her to bed right here if she decided she wanted to, and while her captive slowly suffocated, the rest of her body was laid out for Bubbles and Mariah like a buffet.

Regardless of how they decided to capitalize on the Nubian's helplessness, however, Faheema was having a blast right now. This was the kind of torture that she could enjoy, and as she struggled beneath the Virgin Killer and kicked her legs in a tantrum, her lower lips started to glisten with the unmistakable signs of her arousal.