Laura felt dizzy as she was passed between the two vampires, but able to tell who was who. Which was nippier and which was nicer. And knowing that Carmilla would always ask.
And she returned the kiss with a moan, completely aware it was Carmilla kissing her breathless and leading her to the whipping post to be bound to it, standing. And able to grind her hips against the post, which she did with a moan before positioning herself so that each stroke of the whip would force her to grind.
And then she whimpered as Carmilla shredded her clothes, leaving her naked between the two vampires, one breast on either side of the pole as her dark eyes looked almost pleadingly at Carmilla although not even slightly wanting this to stop. Even if she knew that the only clothes she'd get from now until they went home would be gifts from their hosts. Laura shuddered at the thoughts, dripping wet, and nipples painfully hard.
And she cried out at the sting of the crop, bucking and twisting when she was hit by the crop when she'd been expecting a flogger; it must be a difference between either Carmilla and Mircalla or herself and Ell. Hit, she wanted to hit back. This wasn't above her pain threshold - just into her instincts.
She barely even thought at the second stroke, twisting again and clutching at the knots which almost appeared to melt under Carmilla's gaze. Certainly they shouldn't behave like that, and Laura's hands were free regardless of the loops of rope that should have held them anyway. Rope and fire were after all amongst the most human things around.
And the rest was pure muscle memory and krav maga; being a martial art designed for the IDF, Krav Maga involves the use of weapons at relatively low levels (especially medium sized sticks or even unloaded rifles) and Laura hadn't learned in a McDojo. Both vampires were caught completely by surprise.
An instant later Laura had taken two steps and the crop was in Laura's hands, the tip of the crop pressed against the hollow at the base of the back of the vampire's skull (which was of course an utterly useless way to hold a bendy riding crop but muscle memory was what it was.)
"Shit! Sorry, Mircalla." Laura blinked. "And what the hell just happened?"
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Date: 2018-01-22 09:26 am (UTC)From:And she returned the kiss with a moan, completely aware it was Carmilla kissing her breathless and leading her to the whipping post to be bound to it, standing. And able to grind her hips against the post, which she did with a moan before positioning herself so that each stroke of the whip would force her to grind.
And then she whimpered as Carmilla shredded her clothes, leaving her naked between the two vampires, one breast on either side of the pole as her dark eyes looked almost pleadingly at Carmilla although not even slightly wanting this to stop. Even if she knew that the only clothes she'd get from now until they went home would be gifts from their hosts. Laura shuddered at the thoughts, dripping wet, and nipples painfully hard.
And she cried out at the sting of the crop, bucking and twisting when she was hit by the crop when she'd been expecting a flogger; it must be a difference between either Carmilla and Mircalla or herself and Ell. Hit, she wanted to hit back. This wasn't above her pain threshold - just into her instincts.
She barely even thought at the second stroke, twisting again and clutching at the knots which almost appeared to melt under Carmilla's gaze. Certainly they shouldn't behave like that, and Laura's hands were free regardless of the loops of rope that should have held them anyway. Rope and fire were after all amongst the most human things around.
And the rest was pure muscle memory and krav maga; being a martial art designed for the IDF, Krav Maga involves the use of weapons at relatively low levels (especially medium sized sticks or even unloaded rifles) and Laura hadn't learned in a McDojo. Both vampires were caught completely by surprise.
An instant later Laura had taken two steps and the crop was in Laura's hands, the tip of the crop pressed against the hollow at the base of the back of the vampire's skull (which was of course an utterly useless way to hold a bendy riding crop but muscle memory was what it was.)
"Shit! Sorry, Mircalla." Laura blinked. "And what the hell just happened?"