The Best Day Ever

There were many things Bubbles could have been doing right now. With Faheema’s head where it was, she could’ve easily wrapped her thighs around the Nubian’s skull and squeezed away, hammering the sides of her temple. She could’ve slid down underneath the woman’s body and crushed her from behind. She could’ve sat on her face again - not original, sure, but she doubted there would be any complaints from her two partners. None she would hear, anyway.

For now, though, she hung back, enjoying the show far too much too interrupt it. It was hard to believe that, only a little while ago, these roles had been completely reversed, with Faheema dominating Mariah and controlling her body, tearing her apart like a mad beast. Mariah was so strong now, powerful and controlling, and even though their captive was putting on a brave front, there was only so much she could hide.

It wasn’t a matter of ‘if’ Faheema would break, as far as Mariah was concerned. ‘How’, ‘when’, ‘why’ - those were more relevant.

”Oh, I’m sure you’ve been through a lot, Faheema.” Mariah flashed her a smile for a moment, before replacing it with the same stony demeanor, as she strolled towards the foot of the bed. ”And I’m sure others have tried to do what I will do. But the thing is…”

Mariah brought her knees on the bed and crawled forward, stalking towards Faheema’s body, keeping her eyes looking upwards the entire time - right up until she started lowering her head towards that wide-open, waiting pussy. ”...I’m not just using pain. Pleasure can drive you crazy just as easily as pain can...”

To illustrate that point, she brought her tongue out and ran it around Faheema’s sex, circling the full width before letting it trail down the center. Not diving in, not yet, and she would move her head away from any attempt to force. She was taking her time. Slow. Deliberately slow. Giving out just a taste of pleasure, a hint of what could come.

”...if you use it correctly.”

Mariah pulled away and brought her shocking hands to Faheema’s ass, grabbing a full cheek with each palm and sending volts straight into the largest muscle in her body, groping and squeezing even as she delivered the pain. The sort of hand motions that likely would’ve felt wonderful, if only they weren’t coming from a torture instrument.

While she continued to shock Faheema into submission, Mariah made a surprisingly good argument for herself. Sexual pleasure was a powerful tool of coercion, and unlike pain, it wasn't a tactic the Nubian had been subjected to before now. Sudan was a heavily traditional society, and it went without saying that the men in power there didn't care one bit about Faheema's happiness. Now, as Mariah used her sexual desires against her, Faheema found herself powerless to resist. Mariah's tongue invaded her sensitive, sopping sex, and without delay, Faheema's needy moans filled the hotel room. She was melting underneath the temptations of Mariah and her wife.

“Oh...oh god...uuuhh,” Faheema sighed, feeling her body quiver and shake as Mariah played it like an instrument. Her lower body shifted wildly as the Nubian tried in vain to keep Mariah's tongue away from her. She knew as well as Mariah that if she got addicted to the woman's touch, she would do anything for more of it. After all, for this drug, Mariah and Bubbles were the only dealers in town!

By the time Mariah had removed her tongue from Faheema's sex, however, it was too late to stop her building lust from consuming her. A whimper of despair slipped off her tongue, followed by a yelp as Mariah seized her ass cheeks, groping them mercilessly.

“Aahhh!” Faheema cried, arching her body and burying the back of her head in Bubbles' lap as she cried to the heavens. Her legs bucked and kicked as much as they could, but the ropes held her down and kept her from freeing her bottom from the agonizing grip of Mariah. Her muscles ached as jolts of electricity surged through them. It hurt, but Faheema was made of strong stuff, and the electric torture was starting to turn her on a little. Her protests softened into moans of excitement as Mariah worked her over, and if she had wanted to, she could have held out for the rest of the night.

However, that would mean no orgasm, no angelic treatment from the goddesses that surrounded her. The pain was bearable, but knowing that she wouldn't get a release after Mariah's relentless teasing? That, to Faheema, was the real torture.

Maybe it was for that reason that she felt her eyelids starting to twitch as she whimpered and bent backward under Mariah's touch. Gradually, her greedy lust forced her will to break, and in a moment, her eyes were once again shut. No apology to Mariah had been uttered, no verbal submission, but for the Burste ladies, it was clear progress. They had Faheema right where they wanted her.

Mariah meant what she said about Faheema’s fortitude, every word of it. A cursory glance at the Nubian’s skin would tell even the most casual observer all she would ever need - or want - to know. Things had been done to this skin, things that no one should have to go through, things that would be undoubtedly worse if she’d a weaker woman.

Faheema was strong. Living iron. But everything had a weakness, in the end. It was simply a matter of finding it. From the way she was dancing around like a cat on a hot tin roof, she felt it was safe to say she’d found it.

It was almost mesmerizing to watch what a little voltage could do the human body. It was the sort of pain you didn’t experience everyday, which made it more effective than most methods. The body and mind didn’t know how to react, couldn’t cope with it. Faheema held out, to her eternal credit, but what happened next was a foregone conclusion.

Her eyes closed.

Almost a shame, because it meant that Faheema wouldn’t seem the elated grin crossing Mariah’s face, wouldn’t know how bright her eyes were at the moment. She pulled away a second later, ending Faheema’s agony and giving her the respite she deserved. She exchanged glances with Bubbles, who almost had a look of pride, as if their captive had just made a major accomplishment. Maybe she had. But they weren’t quite done.

”See?” She took off a glove and disconnected it, before tossing it across the room. She’d only need one, now, and she had been roles for the uncovered hand. ”That wasn’t so hard. She’s off to a good start, isn’t she?”

Bubbles, for her part, was a little distracted. All of Faheema’s writhing had caused some friction in her lap, sparks flying as her head whipped about. Now the Virgin Killer was getting her fill, rubbing her pussy against the back of Faheema’s head, grinding against it, smacking against it. Not much, just enough to keep her hot and ready. She snapped back to attention soon enough, pausing her reverie to answer. ”Oh, I’ll say.”

Mariah pressed a finger - a naked finger - against the top of Faheema’s slit. Didn’t move. Didn’t budge. Perfect still, save for any gyrations Faheema’s sex might’ve made. ”But it’s not enough. There are so many things we could do to you, Faheema. Sensations we could give. Tricks we could introduce. Like, Bubbles does this thing with her breasts, when she presses one against your sex, and…” Mariah cut herself with a giggle, knowing it would be so much better if Faheema filled in the blanks. All the while, she started to run her finger along Faheema’s sex, tracing along the outskirts, like a burglar preparing to make his way into a mansion. ”We could make you feel good, is my point. Great. Better than anything. But first, you have. To. Sub. Mit.”

Mariah punctuated each of her last syllables with a touch of the electric glove on Faheema’s thigh, gave her a quick sting with each one. ”It’s up to you, Faheema. Submit. Apologize. Profess your love. Say what we want to hear, and we’ll give you a pleasure so great, you’ll scream until your throat is raw.”

At this point, Faheema knew that she was going to give herself to Mariah and Bubbles. Her desire for pleasure and care at the hands of kind, beautiful women had smothered her independent spirit. In fact, the Nubian had already surrendered to the demands of her captors in almost every sense of the term. Now, Mariah and Bubbles were just rubbing it in, reveling in their power to make Faheema grovel for them.

Not that Faheema minded. She was starting to enjoy the teasing personalities of both women, even if she still found herself wanting to wring Mariah's neck once in a while. Really, the only force holding back her surrender now was a moment of curiosity. If Mariah traveled with shock gloves for the occasional act of torture, did she have any tools made for pleasure? Sex toys didn't really exist where Faheema had come from, so she was left in suspense as to what might be in store – suspense that amplified her excitement.

Maybe her expectations were off base, though. Judging from what Mariah was saying, it sounded like Bubbles and her could turn Faheema into a nicely fucked mess with their bare bodies. There was only one way to find out, however...

“I...ngh...I submit,” Faheema sighed, shaking as Mariah tapped her thigh with the glove that still adorned one of her hands. “I'm sorry for insulting you and trying to hurt you. From now on, my body and my mind are yours. Just please...spare me your wrath, mistress.” Faheema's face lit up with red hues as she spoke. It hurt her to beg, to be at the mercy of both Mariah and her wife, but the two of them were special to the Nubian. With the sexual domination that Mariah and Bubbles were so gifted at, they would have Faheema under their spell for a long time.

Feeling a firm set of hips that humped the back of her head vigorously, Faheema realized that Bubbles was just as excited and impatient as she was. The act of depraved lust turned the Nubian on to no end, and she retaliated by swinging her head up and down, mashing her skull against the Virgin Killer's crotch to stoke her flame a little more. As the sticky evidence of Bubbles' lust clung to her curls, she opened her mouth and enticed Mariah to deliver on her promise.

“Please...please take me. My body needs your love, needs it badly! Mmm...” From there, Faheema's begging devolved into a chorus of exited moans as her hips undulated up and down, using body language to invite Mariah and Bubbles to have their way with her.

Faheema wasn’t the only one on the edge, at the moment. Bubbles knew her wife well, knew when she craved something, and she could see the fire in those domineering eyes. It was something their captive was too likely to pick up on - she was far too busy becoming a writhing, tortured mess for much serious thought. But if she’d been of a clearer mind, she might’ve heard the slight quiver in Mariah’s voice, seen the sliver of drool trailing down her lip. Faheema was a firecracker, and she was eager, so goddamn eager, to light the fuse and make her explode.

So when it happened, when she did what even Bubbles couldn’t and made this savage woman give her verbal submission, the tension immediately fled from Mariah’s body. Muscles eased. Her face softened. True to her word, she tossed the remaining glove off without another word.

She knew what her wife was going through so well, because she was suffering the same. Worse, perhaps, as Faheema’s skull pressed against her sex, grinding across her shaven slit, stimulating her in a way that even her depraved mind had never imagined before.  When Faheema submitted, the aura of the room changed, as if a palpable weight lifted of their shoulder. No more teasing. No more taunting. No more torture. Mariah and Bubbles exchanged glances, nodded, and went to work.

Bubbles gave the back of Faheema’s head one final, hard hump, before slipping forward on her knees, casting her in the familiar shadow of her ass. She started to lower once more, almost as if she’d break her promise and smother her out once more - instead, however, she shifted forward and brought her pussy above Faheema’s face, where her sopping wet snatch would be easily serviced.

That was, if Faheema had the presence of mind for it. Considering what was about to happen? Maybe not.

Mariah’s tongue slipped in Faheema’s pussy and started to lick away, but it wasn’t just her tongue. Bubbles adorned the Nubian’s stomach with gentle kisses, before she joined her wife and partook of the same meal. Like cats drinking from the same saucer, they lapped away, sometimes from opposites sides, sometime meeting in the middle, furious and fervant.

Faheema took a long, heaving breath. A sigh of relief, really, seeing Mariah discard her second shock glove. It was all that she noticed, a little too off kilter to notice the subtle changes in demeanor that she was usually good at puzzling out. Only one question was on her mind right now: now that she had sold her dignity to Mariah, what was in it for her? Faheema's submission wasn't cheap, and she wasn't afraid of questioning Mariah's authority even from a position beneath her.

Sure enough, the haughty Nubian wasn't impressed at first. Bubbles slipped out from beneath Faheema's head and hovered over her face, her dripping cavern hovering just an inch or two over her lips. As clear droplets of her bodily fluid landed on her cheeks, Faheema's response was to blow a raspberry up at her crotch. Even though she was the only woman who hadn't received the pleasure of an orgasm since leaving the arena, Faheema's focus was on getting what she'd been promised.

Mariah, obscured from Faheema's vision by the enormous body of her wife, gave her a pleasant surprise as she leaned down to till Faheema's fertile valley, but the skill of her tongue wasn't new to her rugged captive anymore. She had already explored this terrain – with both women on separate occasions, in fact! Oral sex was never boring, of course, but Mariah and Bubbles had really talked up this performance they were about to give. What could Mariah's tongue do that it hadn't already done?

Maybe nothing. Maybe it didn't have to, because Faheema felt Bubbles' lips touching down on her stomach, kissing the tender muscles, always a little further down each time. When the tongues of both women suddenly met to explore her sex in unison, the Nubian didn't make a noise at first. Only Bubbles would be able to feel the long, soft sigh that went in and out of her body as she silently absorbed the new sensations, and contemplated just how wrong her preconceptions had been.

“Wha...ahh, haaah!” Faheema started to sing, each cry echoing with more urgency than the last. She never would have expected the sensations to intensify so drastically by simply adding an extra tongue, but the married couple were kneading her soft folds much more vigorously than either one had while acting solo. Maybe it was no surprise, then, that Faheema suddenly found herself in the mood to give Bubbles a little pleasure herself, albeit at a much slower pace.

“Huh, keep going, please keep going,” she mewled in the throes of ecstasy, tilting her head up and extending her tongue to start caressing her former opponent's pussy. The tender, teasing licks came slowly and infrequently, however, with Faheema struggling not to simply lay her head down and enjoy what both women were doing to her.

Bubbles and Mariah didn’t just have sex, they liked to talk about it. About the possibilities, the different ways to do it, the experiments they could perform. Bubbles was convinced it was one of the main reasons the two clicked so well. Sex wasn’t just sex for them, but an adventure. Something to treasure, something to share, something to cherish. Not everyone saw it the same way, and that was fine. They’d been waiting for the special woman. The one who could take everything they had and keep begging for me, the rare breed that they could open up their full lust to.

As Bubbles and Mariah lapped away at Faheema’s overflowing honey pot, they looked up and exchanged glances, not even needing to speak. The fiery gleams in their blue eyes told the story: they’d found the perfect one.

When other women would’ve merely laid back and let themselves be fucked dry, Faheema stayed active. Granted, her attempts to return the pleasure she was receiving weren’t too successful - Bubbles loved the licking, but it wasn’t enough to get her off when she so focused on mining that sweaty sex. But the effort was appreciated, and she showed that appreciation with a long lick, pushing back Mariah’s tongue for a moment, before the two began to battle for space once more.

”Good girl.” She reached back and patted Faheema’s head, before pushing it back down against the bed. She pressed her hips down, ran her pussy over the Nubian’s face to mark her territory, but that was all. She could rest for now, just lay still and take it. She would be returning the favor shortly, there was no question there.

For now, it was all about Faheema getting her over the edge. The two tongues danced about, almost in sync, an efficient tag team. One would trace around the rim while the other darted in. One would flitter about and slap the sides, while the other would slide in from the top and work through the folds. Then they would bat each other about, not minding what they caressed or where they went.

And all the while, they just kept going faster, as if keeping pace with Faheema’s beating heart. Bubbles’ nipples pressed into Faheema’s stomach, so rigid they could almost scratch, her hands ran along the Nubian’s side and massaged every muscles they could find. In this moment, her entire body was devoted to giving this woman - this warrior - unmatched pleasure.

She didn’t just want Faheema to come, she needed it. It was as if her entire existence couldn’t continue without it.

Feeling humbled but very pleased by the attack being waged on her lower body, the Nubian writhed and moaned, sinking into the bed as she surrendered control of herself. Bubbles reached back, forcing Faheema to lie flat with her head down before she lowered her own undercarriage to rub her dominance in, literally. Faheema didn't resist it, perversely amused by the feel and the smell of the slippery folds being dragged over her nose and lips. It wasn't long, however, before Bubbles left her head in peace to ravage her sex in earnest once more.

“Oh god, oh god, huuuh...” Faheema arched her body and pulled at her restraints. She felt everything with shocking clarity, the cooperative motions of both women as their tongues battered and tenderized her sex. Like women at the butter churn, they whipped the contents of her bowl until a rising tide of sweet secretions started to bubble out. Slivers of clear fluid flicked out by the whirling tongues ran down her thighs to the bed, as the intense arousal started to paralyze her.  

“Fuck...my p-pussy is melting!” she gasped, wanting to yell but moaning softly instead as she choked on her breath. She wasn't yet screaming loudly as the Burste women had predicted she would, but from an often reclusive woman of few words, her desire to offer verbal praise was even more significant. Especially when it took the form of such a hackneyed, embarrassing comment about what was going on with her snatch.

Whatever. In Faheema's mind, sex had always been a matter of embarrassment, a quality that put her at odds with the free-spirited women that were going down on her. Cultural differences. Maybe the aftermath of her hentai debut would see those inhibitions reduced, as would the time with two of the sexiest disciplinarians she had ever been held captive by.

“So wonderful, Bubbles...Mariah...guuaaah!” Faheema screamed as the dancing tongues of Bubbles and Mariah sent jolts down her body. They came from within, not from any shock glove, and as her burning lust boiled over, the Nubian threw her head back to sing as her body convulsed. She felt a sudden release in her loins as a hot, pressurized jet of cum erupted from her body, an orgasm of immense magnitude to make up for all the time she had spent alone.

For several moments, the surge of pleasure coursing through her nervous system consumed every one of her senses. Her body bucked up and down, and she tilted her head back as far as she could, closing her eyes as flashing lights flickered in her mind. When the orgasm finally subsided, Faheema went limp on the bed, gasping for breath and trying to shake the stars out of her eyes.

Bubbles had a good memory for sex - whether it just came naturally or because she had so much of it that her mind was more accustomed, she didn’t know. Regardless, she could recall, quite vividly, the things her lovers said or screamed or squeaked while they were being fucked, enough that she swore to Mariah, one day, she was going to write a book: Pillow Talk: The Things People Say During Sex.

Faheema was going to be in the final chapter of that book. Either her, or the weird chick who was big into furries.

Cliche her words might have been, but Bubbles was a firm believer that the right accent could make reading tax returns sound sexy. Even as she lapped away with furious abandon, the Nubian’s brought a giggle to her lips, one she and Mariah both shared. But they didn’t have time to really revel in it. Not when a geyser was erupting before their very eyes.

Faheema didn’t just explode, she erupted. The two tormentresses were experience with this sort of thing, but even they couldn’t move fast enough to avoid the splatter, with a few drops ending up on Bubbles breast and more than a few drops ending up in Mariah’s hair, making her giggles turn into a full blown laugh. ”Well, someone sounds satisfied.”

Bubbles just rolled her eyes as Mariah dipped forward and gave her breast a quick tongue, licking her lips right after to make sure she didn’t miss a drop. Looking plenty satisfied herself, she rolled off the bed and started undoing the ropes, while Bubbles slithered back to sit above Faheema’s head, taking up her rightful spot as the goddess above.

”You’re pleased. And I’m pleased that you’re pleased.” She ran a hand over Faheema’s, gently mapping her features with each finger. ”We’re almost done. For the night.” Bubbles was quick to add that last part on, not wanting any ambiguity between them. ”Just one more thing to do.”

All Faheema could hear were the pealing bells inside her own head, everything else a blur. Unfocused eyes struggled to make out whatever Mariah was doing now that she was off of the bed, and even the bed itself felt as though it were pitching back and forth. Faheema didn't get this winded very often, not even in the aftermath of her street fights back in Egypt. Seemed as though love conquered her more easily than war.

“Uuuhhhh...is it...is it possible to overdose on sex?” Faheema's voice rumbled from the depths of her throat as Mariah started to loosen the ropes that were holding her ankles down. “You two are a capable team. Are all nights with your guests this wild?”

Feeling her arms start to come undone, Faheema started shifting to get up, only to find that something was still pressing down on her chest. As her vision came into sharper focus, she made fresh eye contact with Bubbles, still sitting on her, facing toward her this time, and moving ever closer. She hovered in position with her thighs framing the sultry African's face, keen on forcing Faheema to continue where her tongue had left off.

“Oh no, I think I'm passing out,” Faheema gasped in mock desperation as she closed her eyes and allowed her head to flop back down on the bed. It was only a joke, of course, and an effort to stall for a little time to think. She knew what Bubbles wanted, but doing a satisfactory job of it would be challenging for her. After all, she was following a very tough act, and she had already pleased Bubbles with her tongue during the match.

Now, she felt like she needed to bring something unique to the table. Her one tongue couldn't show Bubbles the good time that she herself had just received...but her tongue was pretty long and muscular. With a little help, maybe she could surprise this tanned socialite by probing deeper than other women could, touch parts of her inner passage that went without affection. Opening her eyes, she looked at Bubbles and grinned.

“Grab the back of my head and pull up as hard as you can. I'm a little tired, so I need your ferocity to replace my own,” she asked, before tilting her head up to begin stroking the soft, rolling ridges of the giant's sex with the flat of her tongue. Just a warm-up for two women that were already plenty warm, so as soon as the Virgin Killer took hold of the Nubian's head, Faheema would line up the tip of her tongue with Bubbles' entrance to really make her gasp.