My hair is practically standing on its end from the fright just now, and here Emmie is, getting excited with the spanking supposed to punish her while helping me vent both my fear and my anger.
I admit I got a little too sensitive. A man can't have possibly intruded, passed by Emmie, and arrived in the room without anything to give him away, much less have the time to get hard right beside me to the point of getting ready to spear me.
Even while distracted, or rather, focused, I can't have ignored a presence beside him for that long. My subconscious cannot have been so oblivious. But I was not prepared for what happened at all, and I did not expect the sneak attack.
Worse is that my state of mind has barely started stabilizing with the dive into lesbianism with Emmie, but it is just a start, not an end. And Emmie has found it fun to enact one of the most dreaded scenarios I have in my mind.
It was easy to hear of girls having been assaulted and sympathizing with them from afar before, but I'm a girl now, with breasts, a vagina and all, in short, exactly the things that turn on the trash of society, degenerates lacking any kind of moral boundary, and even what makes a true man, and turn them into beasts.
So, it is understandable that with my already strong aversion to intimacy with the other sex, my heart almost stopped from Emmie's surprise.
I glare at Emmie who looks back with questioning eyes that do not even hide her enjoyment born from the pain, and the anticipation for the continuation. That makes me lose it.
I send my hand to the back and yank out the object my pussy has dried around out of fear. I look at it, then at Emmie.
"I hope you are wet enough."
Her eyes widen, because she knows the lubricant she has laden the object with has been left behind in most part in my pussy. I grin at her, like a villainess, then raise her rump for better access.
I don't give her the opportunity to resist. I plunge the spear straight into her cave. It actually slides right to the end of the dark world, providing the answer to my early words.
She is indeed wet enough. But being wet is good, only, that doesn't mean it is over. I find with my finger the button I have noticed at the bottom of the spear, and press it.
*Brrr*
Emmie shakes at the treatment she had almost made me go through. But that is still not enough. I find the roulette button down there with the power button, and push it down. When the result is the opposite of what I'm looking for, I push it up, and roll it till the end.
This time, I can even hear the vibrations with my ears, not just feel them with my hand. Emmie's mind flares, and I catch the sensation from her broken defense, the sensation that her whole belly is being overturned by a pile-driver.
*BRRR* "ANH~~~!!!"
The fleshy walls shake along with the spear plugging the cave. I keep it in place while not restraining Emmie anymore. There is no need for that anymore.
The repeated contractions of her pussy send disturbances that travel until my hand. Emmie's moans chase the quiet away from the room, from the apartment even. That is how loud she is.
She has stopped being a bundle of energy. She is a bundle of sensitive nerves overwhelmed by pleasure now. Not just cries, her brain waves also flood the room, sweeping away the anger I have jumped on her with and my frustration.
The metallic taste of the fear that has almost paralyzed me is pushed to the very far back as I read what Emmie is feeling. My nipples come out of hiding, and strain themselves to peek out. My mouth dries up, all the drool moving to the place that has made the reservation.
My actions stop being about vengeance or punishment. I tilt the spear in the darkness like a search beacon guided by my mind reading, and every time she tenses up even slightly, I pause, and dredge up the hidden point I have found.
I play with Emmie's body like I know it better than anyone. Her walls have loosened enough, her inside lubricated enough by the secretions flooding it, so I shift gears. I start a back and forth movement, searching then setting into an irregular rhythm so fitting Emmie can't believe it, as the vibrations alternatively get muffled and loud.
*Slosh* *Slosh* *Slosh* *Slosh*
*Brrr* *Brrr* *Brrr* *Brrr*
"ANH~~~!!!" "ANH~~~!!!" "ANH~~~!!!" "ANH~~~!!!"
The orchestrated melody rises with the weakening of Emmie's trembling form, while I feel more and more invigorated, and my movements rise in intensity.
I regret having only one tool. I regret not seeing another one in Emmie's hand. I would have filled her other hole too.
Looking at Emmie's form, so weak but enjoying herself so much, I get tired being fed secondhand pleasure. My frustrations overflow and I turn Emmie around. The spin while the solid inside her remains in place surprises her. Sent close to the edge where she could accumulate more for the explosive finish, she doesn't have time to process the surprise because I go to sit on her, right on her face.
Her mind stops, and finally clears a little, just enough to understand without leaving her position halfway up the mountain. I bend down and shift to holding my work tool with my other hand, but without my thumb, which starts caressing around the painfully hard clit now at the top.
That got Emmie repaying me as she moans in my vagina with her tongue out to sneak inside as it vibrates. I involuntarily slow down, before I return to higher intensities as Emmie gets in the groove with multitasking.
I hold my breath while suppressing the tremors of pleasure because the end is close.
The hand I have freed earlier is dirty with Emmie's secretions. As she penetrates me with her tongue, and she sneaks a hand to my clit to take care of it, I sneak my one hand to the crack of her butt, to the puckered hole there.
We keep climbing, flooding the whole room, which has become our world, with lust, more lust than us teenagers could have been thought capable of producing, not when we are both of the same gender. The tension in our bodies moves on to take the atmosphere of the room hostage. Even our moans stop being difficult to hold back.
Everything is ready, the suspense thick enough, and then, an instant, but also an eternity later, my thumb press down hard on the knob it has been circling around, the lubricated fingers of my dirty hand spear straight into the puckered hole they have been adjusted to face, and the vibrating pile-driver is driven straight against the closed opening of the uterus in the depth of Emmie's cave.
And at the same time, as if in sync, my own clit is pinched, hard, then twisted, as the slimy snake in my vagina pushes for the exploration of as much of my hidden cave as possible.
What has started as a vengeance ends in mutual destruction as I rear my head up, and suppress the fiercest collapse of the day, while Emmie shakes my pussy with her cry of distress.
"HNNN~~~!!!"
"ANHHH~~~!!!"
At that moment, the sun rises for us, and we both flood something, me, her mouth, and her, her own bed.