A sexy red-headed woman named Rika scribbled an equation on a piece of paper. It was the answer to the text-book calculus problem she was working on from down on the cushy bean-bag chair she was sitting. Rika and the chair were in an extremely girly room. Its most distinctive features were innumerous posters featuring unicorns and rainbows, an extremely frilly pink four-post bed, and huge stuffed bunnies and teddy bears that towered over her. She stopped scribbling for a moment and glared at the gigantic, stuffed panda next to her chair. It looked like it wanted to come to life, put its huge fluffy arms around her, and hug her to death. She shivered for a moment at the creepy possibility.
She then wondered again how Kirika, the owner of this room and its frightening giant plush animals, could be nineteen years old and yet still be so infantile. A lot of things still confused and even annoyed her about the strange girl, but then again she couldn’t help but be attracted her to her like a moth to the warm glow of a deadly bug zapper. She was also feeling quite stupid now, pretty much doing her homework for her at her insistence. Kirika definitely liked taking advantage of the fact that Rika was an older woman of twenty six who worked in accounting and had a strong background in math. Obviously, Kirika didn’t quite understand the idea of “tutoring,” but the teenage girl had a way of easily getting whatever she wanted from Rika even under protest.
Suddenly, Kirika popped up in front of her out of nowhere. She looked up at the girl with the long curvy blonde hair, a bit unnerved. Her ability to magically appear was sometimes scary. Rika sometimes wondered if she was indeed a pixie or some other kind of supernatural fairy-tale creature in disguise. Her impish nature was also represented well in her dress which consisted of a hello kitty tank-top, a very short pink mini-skirt, and rainbow colored socks that stretched all the way up to her knees. “So how’s the homework coming?” she asked in her high-pitched chirpy voice.
“You mean your homework? Coming along fine, although maybe you should work on it with me considering I passed calculus a really long time ago and you haven’t.”
Kirika giggled. “You’re so funny Rika-Chan!” Rika raised an eye-brow. She really didn’t understand what was funny about possibly not passing calculus. “Anyways, this is kinda boring, so I thought we could play a game.”
“Parcheesi?” Rika asked dryly.
“Nope!” She then whipped out the long length of rope she was hiding behind her back. “Damsel in Distress! All you have to do is tie me up! It’s the most funnest game ever!” she shouted with glee.
“Where did you get that?” she asked, pointing to the very long slack of rope, which she didn’t have seconds ago when she was coloring drawings at the other side of the room.
“From my secret stash,” she said, pointing back towards her book case.
Rika got up, went to the book case, and looked at it over curiously. “What are you talking about?”
“Try Little Women.”
Rika scanned all the books in the case until she found the old, dusty volume of Little Women. She tried pulling it out of the case, but then suddenly the entire shelf moved to the left, revealing a hidden steel door with an electronic dial with all the letters of the alphabet on it. “Pass code, please,” the metallic voice of the computer asked her.
“The fuck?” Rika asked.
“The pass word is my favorite animal,” Kirika told her gleefully.
With a shaking finger she pressed the button for U, and then did the same for N, I, C, O, R, and N, spelling out “unicorn.”
“Password correct,” the computer confirmed. The door then unlocked and swung open. Rika dropped her jaw and what was inside. Inside was a closet full of innumerous hanging amounts of rope, chains, hand-cuffs, both fluffy and metal variety, and strap-ons. Below them was a shelf full of vibrators and dildos of every kind of shape, size, color, and texture imaginable. In the middle of the shelf also sat a weird-looking, over-sized pink condom with beady eyes and a wide smiled. Rika stared at it, and it blinked back at her.
“What the hell is that thing?”
“Hi! I’m Condie, the magical singing Condom!” It answered her. It then began to sing, “Oh, I love to sing and I love to talk. I love it when you put me on your cock…”
Rika cut him off by slamming the door shut. She breathed in and out heavily, glad the frightening thing was now behind several inches of titanium steel. Kirika then suddenly popped up in front of her again. “Ahhhhh!” Rika screamed.
Kirika then held up the rope, “Let’s play Rika-chan.” Instead Rika went and sat back down in the bean-bag chair and started scribbling franticly on Kirika’s homework. “Hey what are you doing?”
“Your homework, so I can get out of here,” she said, her heart still racing.
“But I wanna play Damsel in Distress.”
“I’m ok doing calculus.”
“Awww, come on Rika-Chan,” she begged cutely. “Play it with me. Pleeeeeease.”
“No thanks. I mean I like seeing you and everything, but bondage is a little too weird for me.”
Kirika made her super cute pouty face, the one she made whenever she didn’t get her way. Seeing it, Rika’s heart almost jumped out of her chest, but this time not from fear. That face was just too incredibly cute. “What’s so weird about it, huh?”
“It just is. I like having fun too, but there’s just some things a girl won’t do. It’s just too weird. Sorry.”
“Well, you like plenty of weird, kinky stuff, Rika-Chan. Why is tying me up so different?”
“I like nothing that kinky.”
“You like spanking me a lot.”
“Spanking is normal part of sexual intercourse for many people,” she said, trying to make it sound scholarly. “Tying each other up, well, that’s a bit different.”
“Ok, if spanking me is normal, than what about that time we went to your parents’ house while they were on vacation and then we did it in their bed?”
“We just happened to be in their bedroom, and I wanted sex. It was just convenient. That’s all.”
“Is that why you begged me to call you mommy, too? Because it was convenient? Hmmmm? Hmm?”
“Uh, it was because, ummm, uh, never mind,” she laughed nervously as a large sweat dropped appeared on the side of her head, “but I’m still not tying you up.” she relented.
“Oh, that’s too bad. I guess we just won’t have sex tonight then.”
“Why not?” she asked, indeed sounding disappointed.
“Because you don’t want to ever try anything new. You’re so boring, Rika-Chan.” She then pulled her top straight off her head and threw it across the room, revealing her very large breasts that were held in a pink, frilly bra. She then let her mini-skirt fall down her thighs and her long legs to the ground, revealing the small panties covered with little cartoon strawberries that hugged her pelvis.
“If we’re not doing it, then why are you taking off your clothes?” Rika asked, ogling the girl quite intently.
“Because it’s hot in here.”
“It’s not really that hot in here,” Rika said as a couple beads of sweat ran down her now sweaty forehead.
“I think it just got hotter,” she said. “It’s just too bad you had to spend all day in that stupid, boring office and not be able to come home and have a nice slice of teenage ass,” she said bending over in front of the bean-bag chair and literally sticking her curvy rear right in Rika’s face. She then pushed her round ass into Rika’s nose and between her panty covered butt crack. “Just too bad you won’t get any of this tonight,” she said, literally rubbing Rika’s nose in it.
Rika pulled her face away from Kirika’s ass after only a few seconds. “All right! All right! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”
“Yay!” Kirika squealed, jumping up and down victoriously, her large breasts jumping with her. She then handed Rika the rope and laid down on the bed, looking like she was going to burst with excitement.
“Uh, don’t you think it would be better if you were… you know… naked.”
“Oh, great idea!” she said, giving Rika a saucy wink. She then unclipped and removed her bra, revealing both of her large, round breasts in all their glory. She then raised both her legs up off the bed and into the air and slowly pulled her panties off her bottom. She then let the panties slide down one of her long legs and to her foot, where she kicked it off the bed. Rika chuckled a bit, again seeing the heart shaped patch of blonde pubic hair which Rika had shaved above her equally cute little pussy. Kirika decided to keep on the knee-length rainbow-colored socks, but that was fine with Rika who did indeed find them quite sexy.
Rika then took the rope and approached Kirika on the bed. First she placed Kirika’s hands behind her back and tied a tight knot around her wrists, clasping them together. She then started wrapping the rest of the rope around her arms and body, starting with her shoulders and moving down. She wrapped the rope over her breasts a few times, but not the nipples, and then around her stomach. Reaching her plump bottom and little crotch, she made a tactical decision to leave enough space between the ropes so both were completely exposed. She then wrapped the remaining slack around the rest of her legs, tying them together, and then tied a final knot around her ankles with the end of the rope.
Kirika tried to move, but found it rather difficult, only being able to wiggle around a little bit on the bed. “Wow, Rika-Chan, you did a really great job,” she said, impressed.
“I learned how to tie knots in girl-scouts.”
“Squeeeeee!” The tied-up girl chirped with delight. “You were a girl-scout?”
“Yeah like fifteen years ago. I really shouldn’t have mentioned it,” she said, regretfully.
“Oh I bet little Rika-Chan was so cute in her uniform, going door to door, begging people to eat her cookie.”
“That’s cookies. God, is everything with you so perverted?”
“Me perverted? No of course not. I’m an innocent, little virgin angel,” she said with sparkling hearts in her eyes. A bright rainbow then literally arced down from the other side of the room to land behind the cute girl in bondage to provide her with an equally cute background. “Tee-hee!”
“Where the hell did that rainbow come from?” Rika asked, befuddled “It’s the middle of the night, and we’re in doors!”
“Oh, that’s from my Instant Rainbow Generator.” Rika looked at the back of the room and there was indeed a block sized generator blowing out steam from its motor as it created the rainbow that stretched across Kirika’s room.
“Where the hell did you get that thing?”
“I borrowed it from Kaorin, the president of the LGBT Anime Characters Society.”
“I see,” Rika said, still sounding suspicious. “And how exactly does an Instant Rainbow Generator work? Something like that doesn’t sound scientifically possible.”
“Through the science of happiness, silly.”
“Yes, the science of happiness,” she said sardonically. “I’ll ask no more.” She then went back to the machine and turned the large switch on it to the “off” position. She then then walked back to Kirika who was still wrapped tightly in the ropes and looking rather defenseless yet somehow euphoric.
“So you really liked being tied up like that, huh?”
“Yes, not being able to move your arms and legs is so wonderful,” Kirika said, rolling back and forth on her bed, happy as a lark.
“If you say so,” Rika said, choosing not to mention how scary that actually sounded.
“I’m just afraid of one thing,” she said.
Rika raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”
“That you’ll do something pervy to me. Oh, please don’t! I’m such an innocent little girl,” she said as she rolled over on her stomach and started wiggling her shapely butt that was sticking out between the ropes in front of her.
“Ha! You’re the most perverted girl I’ve met in my entire life,” Rika retorted.
“Am not!” Kirika shot back. She then rolled in the ropes so she was facing Rika and made that pouty face again that was adorable beyond words. “I’m a good girl!”
“No, you’re a bad girl,” Rika said before grinning devilishly. “A very bad girl.”
“Am not!” Kirika stuck her tongue out at her in protest.
“Am so, and do you know what I do to bad little girls like you?”
“Feed them candy-canes?” she said with her usual stupid smile.
“No, I punish them,” Rika said, getting on the bed and rolling Kirika over so she was on her lap and her bare backside was facing up.
“Nyuuuuuuu, don’t punish me,” Kirika begged.
“Well, you’re tied up so you can’t do much about it, can you? Just think about what you’ve done while mommy punishes you.” Rika then raised her palm, moved it down fast, and slapped it against Kirika’s right butt cheek, producing a loud crack and causing Kirika to squeal. “You’ve been a bad girl, Kirika!” She then slapped her left cheek, producing an even louder crack. “A very bad girl” She spanked both cheeks in succession hard, and Kirika cried out pain. “Mommy spank!” She said as she continued to slap her palm against both of Kirika’s butt cheeks again and again until they were both a bright shade of pink.
Rika kept spanking her bare bottom harder and harder, causing Kirika to cry out even louder. Finally, it was too much for her. “Gorgonzola!” Kirika cried out. Not understanding what she meant, Rika kept on spanking her ass even harder. “Gorgonzola! Gorgonzola! Gorgonzola!” Kirika cried again.
Rika stopped spanking her. “Gorgon-what?”
“Gorgonzola. It’s my safe word,” she said in a whiney voice as tears ran down her cheeks.
“You never said you had a safe word,” Rika complained.
“Well, I do. My safe word is always gorgonzola.”
“Why gorgonzola?”
“Because it’s my favorite cheese,” she chimed in with a bright smile before going back to her exaggerated sad face with rolling tears.
“Why are you crying?”
“Cause Rika-Chan is mean and made my bum-bum hurt,” she sobbed.
“Awww, I’m sorry I hurt your bum-bum, dear. Can I do anything to make it better?”
“You can kiss it,” she said.
“Okie.” Rika leaned down and planted a wet kiss on her right butt cheek and then placed and equally wet one on her left cheek. “Did that help?”
“Mmmm. Yeah,” she said pleasurably. “But maybe more kisses will help even more.” Rika then kissed her bottom several more times, this time with a bit of tongue, and then spread her cheeks and planted a kiss on her tiny butt hole as well.
“Oh, Rika-Chan,” Kirika moaned, sounding like she was melting.
She kissed her little, puckered hole several more times, her tongue grazing over it much to Kirika’s delight. She then noticed the lips of her vagina were very spread apart and soaking wet. “Looks like this needs to be kissed too.” Rika kissed her pussy and then licked the lips of Kirika’s labia up and down, up and down. While she continued to lick her like a lollypop, she also reached with her hand and put in under Kirika’s chest, where she had left some of her big breasts sticking out between the tight ropes. She then molested one of them in her hand and then started pinching the nipple between her fingers. As she continued rubbing her nipple, down below she moved her tongue from Kirika’s pussy lips and pushed it deep inside her pussy hole, causing Kirika to scream out in pleasure.
After, moving her tongue in and out of her for some time, she moved it back up to her butt hole and licked it as she put a couple fingers in her pussy and started fucking her hard with her hand. A few minutes later, Kirika was calling out Rika’s name as she had a series of very powerful and very wet orgasms. Rika removed her mouth from Kirika, and licked her juices off her hand.
“Did you like that?” Rika asked.
“Oh, yes! Rika-Chan, you’re best!”
“You’re damn right I am,” she said proudly, “but now it’s my turn.”
“Your turn to get tied up?” Kirika asked, excited at the prospect.
“Nice try,” she said. Kirika then watched as Rika slowly unbuttoned her shirt from top to bottom. After removing her shirt, she unclipped her bra and took it off, causing her breasts to almost explode out, free of any restraint. Remarkably, Rika was actually one cup size larger than Kirika. Kirika continued watching as Rika unzipped her tight jeans, and slid them off her curvy thighs and smooth creamy legs. She then proceeded to step out of her tiny red thong, showing that the carpet did indeed match the drapes. Now completely nude, she went over to the tied-up Kirika, turned her over so she was on her back, and literally sat on her face.
“Mmammphmm,” Kirika said, her voice muffled by the red-head’s red crotch. Rika lifted her butt up a bit to let her talk. “Wow, you’re heavy!”
“Do you want to be spanked again?”
“Nyuu,” Kirika whined.
“Then start licking!”
“Yes, mam,” Kirika obliged and started thoroughly licking every nook and cranny of Rika’s vagina, which soon began dripping a good amount of cum that splashed onto Kirka’s face. Rika then started gyrating her hips over Kirika’s head so her juicy vagina rubbed against Kirika’s tongue and face in a more rhythmic fashion, almost as if Rika wanted to make love to her cute face alone. It wasn’t long until Rika too enjoyed a series of powerful orgasms, squirting Kirika with even more of her sticky, clear juices, which Kirika did her best to lap up from her position under her.
A short time later, and after some cleaning, both girls were cuddled up with each other under the covers. Kirika was still tied up in the ropes, and Rika held her tight in her arms tightly as Kirika nuzzled her cheek against Rika’s cheek like a kitten. Rika tilted her head over and kissed Kirika gently on the lips for a few minutes, both girls savoring the intimacy. “See that wasn’t so bad.” Kirika told her.
“Yeah, it was fun. You were right.”
“So I get to tie you up next time, right?”
“No chance,” Rika, said, causing Kirika to make that cute pouty face again.
“Do you love me though?”
Rika stared into her eyes and then mashed her lips against her in another deep, passionate kiss. “Of course. I love you with all my heart even if you are a pervy weirdo.”
“And I love you ever though you’re old!” Kirika chirped. Rika growled, quite pissed off at the remark.
“And I love to sing!” Mr. Condie said in the bed next to them. The pink creature then started singing again, “How about next time you get your mack-on, why don’t you please try me with a strap-on!”
“You get away from me you latex monster!” Rika screamed as she held an axe above her head and chopped it down at the pink condom creature. It managed to squirm out of the way of the axe, which chopped into the mattress instead. Rika then started chasing Mr. Condie all over the bedroom, trying to chop him with the axe.
“Don’t kill Mr. Condie! He’s my friend!” Kirika shouted, not being able to do anything to save him, being tied up.
The End