Hexevoria (FINISHED) (F/F)
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2019 11:46 pm
With the smug grin of a victorious conqueror, the Leather Queen stood over her imprisoned rival.
"You know, I'll admit that I was a tad embarrassed when you mummified me in the town square and pelted me with all that gross fruit, but you'll find that I have a tendency to bounce back."
Not one to accept defeat so easily, the bound, gagged, and naked Tape Queen pulled against the leather armbinder and straps that bound her into a neat little bundle. She defiantly spewed all manner of profanities into the red ball that filled her mouth, but the gargled results served only to demonstrate just how powerless she was. A fact that the Leather Queen was well aware of.
Her triumphant grin morphed into a devious stare as she leaned in close to her prisoner, and slowly strapped a leather collar around her neck.
"I think I'll hold a parade to celebrate this little turnaround. A parade that will march through every corner of Bondageville! Whoever will take the Tape Tribe seriously after they see you all strapped up and on display atop the head float? My loveliest trophy yet!"
The mortifying thought of her captor's cruel plan inspired such rage in the Tape Queen that she was able to push the ball gag out of her mouth. She growled with carefully clenched teeth, as the gag's tight strap kept it pressed over her mouth.
"If you think that flaunting me through town will break my followers' resolve, then you are gravely mistaken. Our war will wage forever!"
The Leather Queen threw her head back and cackled a villainous laugh. She rose to her feet and looked down at the bound Tape Queen with her hands on her hips.
"Then wage away, and see how that works out for you. I for one look forward to the endless opportunities to put the enemy tribes where they belong..."
She raised her foot and, lowered it onto the Tape Queen's face. The spike of her stiletto heel pressed down on the ball gag and forced it back into her helpless prisoner's mouth.
"...under my heel."
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"AAH!"
Paige gasped and shivered in her chair. That had been a particularly intense orgasm, and her homemade gag had done little to dampen her moans.
It came as no surprise. This 'Tribal Ties' series of bondage porn was some of the best she'd ever seen. Everything about it was just amazing! And she wasn't even a third of the way through. Her bound hands guided the mouse over the 'download' button and clicked away.
With her ecstasy now subsiding, she lifted her wrists to her mouth and pulled her bandana out from between her lips. With her self-imposed gag removed, she began biting away at the knot that bound her wrists. She could smell herself on her fingers, and the scent made her feel ashamed.
It was summer, she had just recently graduated from high school, and all of her friends were basking in their new-found freedom. It had been a non-stop party!
And yet, this is what she looked forward to the most: Tying herself up with shoelaces, gagging herself with old clothes, and pleasuring herself to videos of women in bondage.
There were some kinky skeletons in Paige’s closet.
At the very least, it would help to find at least one hot guy on these websites. It seemed like every male rigger on the internet was either three times her age, or four times her weight. It sucked that all the best porn was girl-on-girl.
Truthfully, Paige didn't mind looking at other girls. Some of those models were undeniably cute, and more than once had she checked to see if any of them did makeup tutorials on the side.
Gay porn could get her off, but what she truly hated was the fact that only bondage porn could get her off. Why couldn't she just be normal?! Life would be so much easier if she didn't have to hide a part of herself from all her friends. Paige had been one of the most popular girls at school; and even though that school was now behind her, she still had connections that she had to maintain.
She remembered the side-splitting entertainment that her friends had generated amongst themselves by spreading rumours about the less popular students. Rumours about Hannah Gilbertson getting arrested just so she could see how handcuffs felt, or about Jake Finkleberg getting hard at the mere sight of a girl wearing a choker.
Sometimes, a friend of hers would fabricate something just to see how far they could get their stories to travel. The great lying game. Being in a town as conservative as theirs, the topic of sex was so taboo that any sexually deviant gossip was guaranteed to bring widespread embarrassment.
So just imagine how everyone would react if they found out that they'd been hanging out with a real kinkster all this time?
Paige didn't honestly know how they'd react. All she knew was that she'd definitely rock the boat. The first kinky gossip to actually be true. Well... except for maybe Freaky Filia.
Freaky Filia. There she went entering Paige's thoughts yet again. The quiet emo girl that had only lasted two months at their school before transferring out. Filia was Paige's age. Lacking in height, but blessed in every other department. She had an excellent body despite modest performances in gym class, and Paige would kill to have Filia's breasts and butt. She would even consider Filia quite pretty if only she didn't hide her face behind all that dark makeup and those ridiculous bangs.
Paige didn't start the rumour of Freaky Filia, but she was fairly certain that it was based on nothing but the fringe girl's fondness for chokers and wristbands. The thing is, she knew something that the others didn't. One morning before class, she had caught a glance inside Filia's backpack, and spotted a wrist cage.
Paige never told anyone, because then she would have to explain how she knew what a wrist cage was, but that encounter still left Filia as the only person she'd ever known who was actually into that stuff. The memory of that kinky girl from school had stayed fresh in Paige's mind ever since.
Filia and Paige were obviously never close, but Paige did know where she lived. And despite her best efforts, ideas just kept sprouting from that knowledge. Ideas that only got more and more tempting over time, until...
"Fuck it. No one will know."
Paige went into the closet and weighed her options. She wanted to look sexy, but also professional. However, that plan quickly died when she realized that she didn't really have anything that met both of those criteria. So, sexy it was!
She picked out a strapless peach dress and some matching heels. It was one of her favourite things to wear when her friends wanted to go clubbing in the city. It was form-fitting and short, but it wasn't her most revealing outfit.
With her wardrobe picked out, she now knew just what look to go for. Paige went into the bathroom and gave her straight blonde hair a quick brush before moving on to makeup. She made sure not to overdo it and keep a 'natural' look going. A bit of work on the lashes, cheeks, and lips, and she had herself all ready to go.
(Here’s an image of Paige all dressed up.)
She texted her parents to tell them that she was going to hang out with friends tonight. Then, she went through her phone and turned off the maps feature on Snapchat so no one could see where she was. Finally, she grabbed her purse, got in her truck, and sped out of town. Tonight was the night.
She pulled off of the highway and rolled down the driveway to the farm. Filia's house was separated from the highway by a small forest, which would provide good cover for Paige, and keep passersby from recognizing her car.
There weren't any animals in sight, and the sheds were devoid of any vehicles. The farm was inactive, but Paige knew from her old bus route that this was Filia's home. Suddenly, she felt as though she was wearing a tight shirt, and struggled to control her breathing.
"Relax," She whispered to herself. "Nobody's ever scared you before, so why should she be any different?"
She took a deep breath and stepped out of her truck. Approaching the door, she told herself over and over that no one would find out she went here. Even if they did, she could easily make up a story.
Standing on the rickety old porch, she smoothed the wrinkles out of her dress and knocked on the door.
Nothing. No one was home. Of course! This whole thing was a stupid idea. She should have known--
Creeeak
Paige found herself accidentally holding her breath as she stood face to face with the girl that she and her friends had terrorized so long ago.
"Umm... Hi, Filia."
"You know, I'll admit that I was a tad embarrassed when you mummified me in the town square and pelted me with all that gross fruit, but you'll find that I have a tendency to bounce back."
Not one to accept defeat so easily, the bound, gagged, and naked Tape Queen pulled against the leather armbinder and straps that bound her into a neat little bundle. She defiantly spewed all manner of profanities into the red ball that filled her mouth, but the gargled results served only to demonstrate just how powerless she was. A fact that the Leather Queen was well aware of.
Her triumphant grin morphed into a devious stare as she leaned in close to her prisoner, and slowly strapped a leather collar around her neck.
"I think I'll hold a parade to celebrate this little turnaround. A parade that will march through every corner of Bondageville! Whoever will take the Tape Tribe seriously after they see you all strapped up and on display atop the head float? My loveliest trophy yet!"
The mortifying thought of her captor's cruel plan inspired such rage in the Tape Queen that she was able to push the ball gag out of her mouth. She growled with carefully clenched teeth, as the gag's tight strap kept it pressed over her mouth.
"If you think that flaunting me through town will break my followers' resolve, then you are gravely mistaken. Our war will wage forever!"
The Leather Queen threw her head back and cackled a villainous laugh. She rose to her feet and looked down at the bound Tape Queen with her hands on her hips.
"Then wage away, and see how that works out for you. I for one look forward to the endless opportunities to put the enemy tribes where they belong..."
She raised her foot and, lowered it onto the Tape Queen's face. The spike of her stiletto heel pressed down on the ball gag and forced it back into her helpless prisoner's mouth.
"...under my heel."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"AAH!"
Paige gasped and shivered in her chair. That had been a particularly intense orgasm, and her homemade gag had done little to dampen her moans.
It came as no surprise. This 'Tribal Ties' series of bondage porn was some of the best she'd ever seen. Everything about it was just amazing! And she wasn't even a third of the way through. Her bound hands guided the mouse over the 'download' button and clicked away.
With her ecstasy now subsiding, she lifted her wrists to her mouth and pulled her bandana out from between her lips. With her self-imposed gag removed, she began biting away at the knot that bound her wrists. She could smell herself on her fingers, and the scent made her feel ashamed.
It was summer, she had just recently graduated from high school, and all of her friends were basking in their new-found freedom. It had been a non-stop party!
And yet, this is what she looked forward to the most: Tying herself up with shoelaces, gagging herself with old clothes, and pleasuring herself to videos of women in bondage.
There were some kinky skeletons in Paige’s closet.
At the very least, it would help to find at least one hot guy on these websites. It seemed like every male rigger on the internet was either three times her age, or four times her weight. It sucked that all the best porn was girl-on-girl.
Truthfully, Paige didn't mind looking at other girls. Some of those models were undeniably cute, and more than once had she checked to see if any of them did makeup tutorials on the side.
Gay porn could get her off, but what she truly hated was the fact that only bondage porn could get her off. Why couldn't she just be normal?! Life would be so much easier if she didn't have to hide a part of herself from all her friends. Paige had been one of the most popular girls at school; and even though that school was now behind her, she still had connections that she had to maintain.
She remembered the side-splitting entertainment that her friends had generated amongst themselves by spreading rumours about the less popular students. Rumours about Hannah Gilbertson getting arrested just so she could see how handcuffs felt, or about Jake Finkleberg getting hard at the mere sight of a girl wearing a choker.
Sometimes, a friend of hers would fabricate something just to see how far they could get their stories to travel. The great lying game. Being in a town as conservative as theirs, the topic of sex was so taboo that any sexually deviant gossip was guaranteed to bring widespread embarrassment.
So just imagine how everyone would react if they found out that they'd been hanging out with a real kinkster all this time?
Paige didn't honestly know how they'd react. All she knew was that she'd definitely rock the boat. The first kinky gossip to actually be true. Well... except for maybe Freaky Filia.
Freaky Filia. There she went entering Paige's thoughts yet again. The quiet emo girl that had only lasted two months at their school before transferring out. Filia was Paige's age. Lacking in height, but blessed in every other department. She had an excellent body despite modest performances in gym class, and Paige would kill to have Filia's breasts and butt. She would even consider Filia quite pretty if only she didn't hide her face behind all that dark makeup and those ridiculous bangs.
Paige didn't start the rumour of Freaky Filia, but she was fairly certain that it was based on nothing but the fringe girl's fondness for chokers and wristbands. The thing is, she knew something that the others didn't. One morning before class, she had caught a glance inside Filia's backpack, and spotted a wrist cage.
Paige never told anyone, because then she would have to explain how she knew what a wrist cage was, but that encounter still left Filia as the only person she'd ever known who was actually into that stuff. The memory of that kinky girl from school had stayed fresh in Paige's mind ever since.
Filia and Paige were obviously never close, but Paige did know where she lived. And despite her best efforts, ideas just kept sprouting from that knowledge. Ideas that only got more and more tempting over time, until...
"Fuck it. No one will know."
Paige went into the closet and weighed her options. She wanted to look sexy, but also professional. However, that plan quickly died when she realized that she didn't really have anything that met both of those criteria. So, sexy it was!
She picked out a strapless peach dress and some matching heels. It was one of her favourite things to wear when her friends wanted to go clubbing in the city. It was form-fitting and short, but it wasn't her most revealing outfit.
With her wardrobe picked out, she now knew just what look to go for. Paige went into the bathroom and gave her straight blonde hair a quick brush before moving on to makeup. She made sure not to overdo it and keep a 'natural' look going. A bit of work on the lashes, cheeks, and lips, and she had herself all ready to go.
(Here’s an image of Paige all dressed up.)
She texted her parents to tell them that she was going to hang out with friends tonight. Then, she went through her phone and turned off the maps feature on Snapchat so no one could see where she was. Finally, she grabbed her purse, got in her truck, and sped out of town. Tonight was the night.
She pulled off of the highway and rolled down the driveway to the farm. Filia's house was separated from the highway by a small forest, which would provide good cover for Paige, and keep passersby from recognizing her car.
There weren't any animals in sight, and the sheds were devoid of any vehicles. The farm was inactive, but Paige knew from her old bus route that this was Filia's home. Suddenly, she felt as though she was wearing a tight shirt, and struggled to control her breathing.
"Relax," She whispered to herself. "Nobody's ever scared you before, so why should she be any different?"
She took a deep breath and stepped out of her truck. Approaching the door, she told herself over and over that no one would find out she went here. Even if they did, she could easily make up a story.
Standing on the rickety old porch, she smoothed the wrinkles out of her dress and knocked on the door.
Nothing. No one was home. Of course! This whole thing was a stupid idea. She should have known--
Creeeak
Paige found herself accidentally holding her breath as she stood face to face with the girl that she and her friends had terrorized so long ago.
"Umm... Hi, Filia."