Sam and Lidiya storm out of the office, neither of the two rivals even looking at the other.
They strode through the school, the two seniors walking side by side, still glaring straight ahead, th few other students about this late quickly dodging aside as they walk through. They push through the doors out into the warm sunlight of late afternoon, and they walk down the stairs to the sidewalk. There, they stop, and look away, both locked deep in thought.
Lidiya breaks first: she whirls to face Sam, anger glinting in her beady violet eyes like two amethysts, her small mouth set in a grim line. Her fine, wavy, soot-black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a shark's fin. She is tall and has an hourglass build with full breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips. Her skin is white. She is out of uniform, dressed in an orange pleated skirt and a yellow short-sleeved t-shirt, knee-high white socks, and tan sneakers. “What are you thinking?!” she snaps.
Sam whirls to face her. He has large green eyes. His fine, wavy, gold hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a pair of wings. He is very tall and has a broad-shouldered build. His skin is cream-colored. He wears a big white shirt, brown pants and red shoes, a brown baseball cap turned backward on his head. He opens his large mouth to respond. “Me?! What were you thinking when you started this whole thing?”
“Look,” Lidiya says. “We both know i’m better for the position on the team-”
“We both know you couldn’t run the team without a helping hand from daddy!” Sam interrupts her with a sneer.
“Why you-” Lidiya snarls, drawing back her hand to strike him.
But she is struck before she can strike him: a three-tined dart hisses through the air to hit her on her right ass cheek: the sharp dart goes right through her skirt and panties into her soft flesh. Almost instantly, Lidiya’s eyes flutter. She groans softly, then crumples to the ground.
“What the-” before Sam can react, another dart strikes him in his ass, hos pants and undies giving him no more protection. His eyes roll back in his head, then he falls to sprawl headlong on the ground beside his hated rival.
A long shadow falls across them, someone looming over them, staring down at them with gloating eyes.
Lidiya wakes slowly, tiredly, feeling uncomfortable, her breath coming hard, in short breaths.
She tries to move, to relieve the tightness around her body, but cannot. She opens her eyes, but sees nothing, her eyes open are as dark as her eyes shut. “Mhmm!” she tries to speak, but she hears only a soft moan. She can feel something warm and wet pressed against her mouth, something. . . familiar. She struggles to think, the last vestiges of sleep filling her mind with cobwebs. She tries to move again, and feels something inside of her. She can feel something huge forced into her ass, filling her up painfully. “Mhmm!” she moans again, her voice so soft even she can barely hear it. She feels something warm and hard filling her pussy, she can feel somethign hard and skin-tight against her skin, squeezing her breath out of her.
Sam wakes up at nearly the same time. He can see no more than Lidiya can, can feel what she feels, the tight wrappings around her body, the same wet warmth pressed to his mouth. He tries to move his hands, but cannpt; he feels the tight wrapping pressing his hands against smooth cool skin. He feels hismelf pressed against someone else, a woman, her breasts pressed into his chest; she tries to move, her hands wiggling against his ass.
At the same moment, they realize that what muffles their voices to a useless murmur is another person’s lips.
At nearly the same moment, she realizeds who she is bound to at the same moment as he recognizes her.
"Mhmmm!" he moans angrily.
“MHMPH!” she grunts, her blind eyes narrowed with rage
“Ah, you’re awake,” A smooth voice drawls from the darkness surrounding them.
“Mhmph!” Sam grunts, wriggling against Lidiya’s body.
“Mmm!” she moans in response, strugglign to get away from him: she can feel it is his cock inside of her, fillinf her pussy.
Both helpless captives cry out in disgust, held so against their hated rival.
“Be quiet!” their captor snaps, in a tone that brooks no disobedience. Both captives go still, cowed by the voice alone in their helpless state.
“Good,” their captor says after a moment. “Now, you don’t get to know why you are here, or who I am. All you get to know is that there is no escape for you, there is nobody coming to rescue you. You will only get out of here when I release you, and you will not be released until you have earned it.”
A deep silence descends after he is finished speaking, bot his captives too frightened to protest.
“You may be wondering how you can earn your release, bound as you are,” their captor says. “Well, it is very simple: you will not be released until you have both cum enough times.”
“MHMMMM!” They whine in unison, squirming uselessly in their tight bandages.
“Oh,” the voice says. “Speaking of which. . .”
Both his captives stiffen as the thick dildos filling their asses start to vibrate; they both cry and moan, their locked lips pressing together in a kiss.
No, Lidiya thinks, shaking her head. No way!
I won’t do it, Sam thinks angrily. Not with her!
But they have no choice. Sam’s cheeks burn with embarrassment and humiliation beneath the bandages wrapped about them; he clenches the muscles in his ass, struggling ti draw out from Lidiya, but he cannot get away from her, only moving his cock within her.
Lidiya cries out, tears of horror and humiliation soaking into the bandages across her eyes, but however she fights, she can find no escape, and the two enemies struggle against each other, cramped muscles pushing against each other, their lips pressed together in a helpless kiss, the vibrators in their asses slowly growing louder and faster.
Their breath comes faster as they fuck each other, tongues tasting each other, both hating every second of it, helpless to fight it, their gagged voices rising slowly toward twin screams as they both rise toward the first climax.
Their lips and tongues grasp at each other, the helpless captives gasping for breath between cries of pleasure, they finally surrender to it, screaming with cries of joy as they come together in an explosive climax that rocks them both.
heaving for breath, they go limp, as limp as their wrappings let them, each of them trembling with the aftermath of climax, filling their minds, suffusing their bodies with a haze of pleasure.
Moaning, both of them stiffen as the vibrators in their asses grow louder again, the buzz adding to the coals of pleasure, fanning them to flames again; they moan helplessly, their gagged voices rising once again. . .