A Diabolical Separation ✔ (Sequel To An Angelic Devotion) (GirlxGirl) (Lesbian)

Chapter 2 Part 1

"ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴛʀᴏɴɢ?" 

 — ᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟsᴇ, ғᴀᴏᴜᴢɪᴀ 

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Who knew I'd be a big blubbering baby suspended from a cellar ceiling at four in the morning? Only one person could've: my perverse and mysterious guardian. I'm still being punished because of my behavior from a week ago and how much do I regret being so naughty. . . . But I can admit it was a thrill, ignoring her orders to crawl over to where she stood. I laid smirking and staring into her eyes, swinging my backside so that my tailed plug hypnotized her.

And although I've never rebelled too much, I've become such a bratty and testy kitten. But yet, I'm all the opposite. For I know that getting the gentleness I genuinely want from Jayden only comes from my obedience. I'm too greedy to completely waste her love, like she's too greedy not to dominate me. And while I experienced a sense of development, she has as well, or more so, a revelation.

Seeing I have yet to leave over her twisted mindset, she claims she's showing her 'true self' in which I somewhat believe. For she is much darker and colder than she's ever been during sex. But I still know there's more she's keeping back from me.

I'm unable to see anything right now as I'm blindfolded. Speaking is impossible with a ball gag in my mouth. And moving my arms and legs? Ha, only in a dream. They're tied behind my back in such intricate knots that I'd get even more tangled if I even tried freeing myself!

But my confinement isn't what I'm worried too much about. Rather, it's that I'm being completely ravaged by a sex machine fucking me at such freakish speeds. The number of orgasms I've had are endless. And with a plug in my back hole—a spot that I've found has become incredibly pleasurable—I've been over the edge for so long. Tears slip through my blindfold as I hear my guardian snapping pictures of my suffering. She gets increasingly excited each time the harder I sob from this electrifying torture.

With her now standing up from the chair she was sitting in, I hear the squeaking of her latex pants as she approaches me. Feeling whiffs of air against my face from her closeness, I expect her to free me. But the twisted angel only insists on putting me in more misery. Because while I'm well past aroused, she drags her fingers across the back of my thighs and then my backside. I quake and weep at her grazes that are too much right now.

Though when she stops caressing my aching body, I sense her frustration as she takes the cloth cover away from my face. Light floods my eyes as I'm exposed to my handsome master peering deep into me. She slightly raises her voice over the machine behind me to say: "My poor kitten . . . Look at yourself . . ." She shows me pictures she's taken throughout this heady morning.

Apart from my red and swollen face, I've made such a mess from my tears and juices that I could swim in them. I know I was never attractive before. But I'm completely hideous now; it makes me feel horrible for Jayden having to look at this!

Setting her camera aside, she steps for the hellish instrument. I'm quick to turn my head towards it as we lock eyes with one another. She freezes with interest over my apprehension while smirking down at me askance. "Are you afraid, kitten?" I pant and moan as a response—there's no way I'm speaking without permission even if I could. She pets my attachable feline ears. "Why are you afraid?"

My guardian teases me by reaching for the motorized toy, aroused by my fear. And after a while, she fondles her yoni through her tight, plasticky pants. I vibrate at the sight and even more as she unzips her bottoms. Completely removing them, she steps in front of my face for her flower to be in perfect range.