Santi had never felt anything like what was happening.  Certainly the feelings were familiar, and oh so exciting, but the bondage was only the tip of the iceberg.  When Shari pulled their lips together and they kissed, something seemed to shoot through her.  It was like shudders passed through her body, shivers of cold and yet pleasure; tingling jolts of electric sensation ran down her nerves, like a continuous micro-orgasm.  Her toes curled as they often did, and she moaned into Shari's mouth, unable to even register that those curling toes were wetter and hotter than before.<br/><br/>Her eyes opened and met Shari's, and it was as though she'd fallen into a well.  She found herself slipping into them, sliding away from conscious thought, submerging into pools of lust and pleasure...<br/><br/>For many moments nothing mattered except the pleasure of her body and the depths of those eyes.  Shivers of cool pleasure coursed through her body even as a warm wetness enveloped her feet and ankles and began to slide upward.  She pressed herself into Shari's body, moaning into her mouth, feeling that oh so soon her body would already be bursting into a climax, surely only the first of many today.  They were so<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>at this.  She'd never felt anything like what was happening... her mind almost vacant, submerged in lust, her body trembling madly, her legs squeezed tightly together by hot wet bindings...<br/><br/>Something tugged at the edge of Santi's mind.  This was wonderful, so wonderful... no, something wasn't quite right.  No, everything was fine... it was normal for her to surrender her body and her will when she was tied up.  But... no, wait... she didn't usually surrender her<span style="font-style: italic">mind</span>quite so much...<br/><br/>Creases appeared around Shari's eyes as the woman squinted a bit, trying to keep their eye contact.  Instead that actually helped to break the spell a bit more, allowing Santi to recover just a little bit more of her wits.  Something wasn't right.  Her eyes... there was something hypnotic about them, and not just figuratively.  It was as though Shari was trying to distract her from... from...<br/><br/>It took every bit of Santi's will for her to break eye contact and look down at Tim, and even when she did she could only blink at him stupidly, unable to figure out what he was doing.  He looked<span style="font-style: italic">wrong</span>somehow... he was smiling, devilishly, but she could mostly only see his upper lip.  The lower lip was under her knees.  Her legs, they were... where were they?  Down his throat?  What?<br/><br/>She stared at him in confusion as he swallowed again and slid up her body, and she felt the restraining wet warmth slide up as well.  Associating the two made a little more of her mind clear, enough for her to know something very<span style="font-style: italic">bad</span>was happening.  The first faint feelings of fear began in her psyche.  She shouldn't be able to feel his tongue sliding over her rump... not from this angle... not while his upper lip was reaching her wet womanhood...<br/><br/>Shari was still rubbing and massaging Santi's upper body, her hands and lips still sending waves of shivering pleasure through her entire form even though half of that form was inside Tim's body now.  As Santi continued to slowly wake from her hypnotic stupor, the growing fear mingled with the increasing pleasure of sensations that were both very new and very terrible.  Very vaguely the thought formed in her mind that she was becoming more and more frightened and yet was somehow still experiencing mounting pleasure.<br/><br/>Shari breathed a few words into Santi's ear.  Her body pressed in close, her hips grinding into Santi's backside.  She told Santi to savor every moment... but Santi<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>, only she was getting terrified as well.  She still couldn't seem to think, not even when Shari told her to call them "Jack."<br/><br/>"I... I don't know Jack," Santi managed, trying to clear her mind by saying something witty, and failing.  She actually giggled, but it was a nervous, frightened sound.  "What... what are you... doing?"  She shuddered again at something Tim's tongue was doing.  The shudder wasn't from cold, that was for sure.  "This... this is awful... kinky..."<br/><br/>Her mind was still trying to re-surface completely... but she knew, already, that this was a lot more than just "kinky."