<i>Don’t laugh…don’t laugh…</i>Jamie made every attempt to keep a straight face and suppress her giggles as she watched Nadia move around with the intimidating strap on. Perhaps it was the color that made everything so silly; the black contrasting so sharply with the redhead’s pale skin, which made the toy look so out of place. Or maybe it was because Jamie could envision Nadia slipping as she awkwardly got into place ontop of the table and bop Carl right on the nose with the thing.<br/><br/>“Yeah…I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” Jamie replied to Nadia’s questions about her comfort level. The only thing that was really bothering were her shoulders; but it was more of a dull, nagging pain than anything else, so Jamie wasn’t too worried about it. Soon enough any and all discomfort she felt was replaced by pleasure as Nadia teased the head of the toy against her slick warmth. -Finally-…a little touch in an area where she so craved it. Jamie had never been so glad for such a long, torturous start to a sexual journey in her entire life. What had felt like hours of foreplay had made her slit sopping wet, creating the perfect environment for a toy that seemed entirely too big.<i>Don’t scream….don’t scream…</i>was the chant that went through her head as Nadia began to ease the toy into her.<br/><br/>Perhaps ‘ease’ was the wrong word. Maybe ‘force’ would be more accurate.<br/><br/>She was –tight-, painfully so. And now every stupid ass thing she had ever said to a girl was now popping into her head as she tried to coach herself into accepting the toy.<i>Relax…it’ll go much easier if you just relax.</i>So she willed her body to relax. Which didn’t seem to help on iota.<i>Deep breaths, everything’s alright.</i>No! Everything is –not- alright!<i>Shhh. You’re okay. You just need to get past this part. It’ll feel much better in a couple of minutes.</i><br/><br/>Lies! She had been telling young women lies every time she used a strap on! And now she was wondering if every girl she had ever used her own toy on had been faking their pleasure the whole time. No, it didn’t get better if you relaxed; at least, not for Jamie. Maybe it would feel better after a couple of minutes? But she was pretty sure that was because nothing could feel any worse than what she was feeling now. To say being penetrated with a massive fake phallus who's wearer was a total novice, while being tied down to a table with a teenage boy behind you, pressing his finger insistently against your asshole felt fantastic would be an all out lie.<br/><br/>The big toy –hurt-, to the point where the blonde began to panic since the outrageous fear that she was going to be split right in half by the dildo was starting to feel as though it may become a reality.<i>That thing can’t possibly fit inside of me! AH!</i>She clenched her jaw so hard that she thought her molars were going to shatter, holding her breath so that she wouldn’t cry out. Jamie was too stubborn and too proud to call ‘stop’, 'wait', or even say her word. She closed her eyes, no longer able to look at Nadia's concerned face anymore as she tried to desperately re-center her mind and her emotions that were galavanting about her head, totally out of control.<br/><br/><i>BREATHE!</i><br/><br/>Jamie tossed her head backwards and looked up at her hands bound by the ropes, managing a breath that was somewhere between a gasp and a shudder. Fuck…was it over yet?<i>Maybe this is why bondage works: you get dragged so low that there’s nowhere to go but up.</i>As if to prove the thought true, the sharp pain in her slit was finally beginning to dull, Nadia had apparently stopped moving. Jamie could feel the leather of the harness pressed against her mound, could feel Nadia’s warm, flat stomach pressed against her own.<i>Oh-thank-God-it’s-over.</i><br/><br/>But it –wasn’t- over. Carl was calling for Nadia to fuck her and Jamie didn’t know if she could stand such extreme movements. Right now she was pretty sure if everyone just stopped moving she’d be a very happy girl. But a bigger part of her didn’t -want- to take a breather; she wanted to be pushed, to see how much she could take.<br/><br/>“I’m fine…” right now she wasn’t quite sure if was trying to reassure herself that she was okay or Nadia. But the other girl began to find her rhythm and began to thrust her hips forward. It wasn’t that bad…actually it started to feel much better now that her body had acclimated to the toy. The pain that it had been giving her was now turning to pleasure and Jamie was ready and eager for more. “Fuck me Nadia, harder, please, gyah!” Jamie jumped in surprised at Carl’s next move, groaning as the large dildo shifted inside of her. Fuck! That lube felt like ice on her now clenched and protesting rear!<br/><br/>“Damnit Carl! Didn’t anyone ever tell you to warm up lube before you start squirting it all over things?! What’re you do--?!?!?! EEK!” Jamie yelped as a finger plunged into her tight ring of muscle. Her hands grabbed at the rope and she tried to yank herself upwards and away from Carl’s probing finger. She probably managed to move herself a little more than an inch before the rope that was still tied to her ankle began to bite into her skin.<i>Fuck…I never should have shown them how to tie anything!!!</i><br/><br/>“You are in so much fucking trouble when I get out of this Car-ohhhh fuck!” Jamie’s hissing retort turned into a loud, pleasure filled groan as his finger was replaced with a toy and nerves that had never been stimulated before were now forced to endure the vibrations of a merciless new butt plug. She whimpered, knuckles whitening as she clutched onto the rope, her hips involuntarily bucking forwards to get away from the strange sensations, only to force the strap on Nadia wore into her pussy, right to the hilt.<br/><br/>“Ah, ahhh!” The blonde cried out, moaning loudly as her hips began bucking in earnest now, seeking more pleasure as every bit of her pelvis was stimulated. In the back of her mind she was dimly aware that Carl had asked her to notify him when she was ready for something bigger; but right now Jamie couldn’t seem to form any sort of coherent words other than ‘Fuck me’ and ‘Harder’.