"Do you know," Shametroll said, setting the MacBook down gently, hand running over the smooth aluminum contours of its closed lid, "why it is I keep hounding you, Kinkanon-chan~?" Her perfect white teeth flashed in a shark's grin.
Kinkanon, bound in the chair before her, said nothing; how could she, with the angry red ballgag cutting off her words? But her narrowed eyes and defiant struggle against the restraints were all that the other woman needed to see. Shametroll licked her lips. This was going to be fun.
"I used to think it was a simple matter of what was okay to get off to," Shametroll said huskily. A slender finger slid under the laptop's magnetic catch, began to languorously open its lid. Slowly, ever so slowly, she could see the fear spread in time with her motion, just as it was born on Kinkanon's face. "I thought I was doing this in the name of...social justice, I suppose."
Kinkanon moaned something beneath the gag, and Shametroll felt a twinge between her legs. Absently, her tongue traveled over her lips, her eyes greedily taking in Kinkanon's naked form, the restraint points at her wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles already raw from her struggle against the leather straps. The laptop was completely open, but the screen remained dark--asleep.
"I thought I should make you understand how wrong it was to feel arousal from something that might've really hurt someone," Shametroll breathed, panting slightly. One hand slid over the top of the keyboard, tapped the power button. The other slipped beneath the hem of Shametroll's skirt.
The screen washed blue, and rivulets of sweat ran down Kinkanon's body, her eyes going wide.
Photoshop sat open.
"I kept telling myself--!" Shametroll gasped, trailing a finger over the wetness of her crotch, "th-that it was all about doing good, Kink-chan~. That I was a good person. But...I'm not...See?"
Her free hand slid to the grackles, enlarged the picture. A sound of horror, anger, and violation came from Kinkanon's throat. She writhed; shook the chair in her fury. Shametroll chuckled.
The thing in the Photoshop window was a secret.
Worse; it was a wankbait secret. About Kinkanon. About her kinks. About how awful they were. Judgment on cruel judgment--and yet, nothing untrue! It was a beautifully made shitstorm, just sitting there, ready to be unleashed. It would show up on more than F!S; wank_report, sf_drama, maybe even Something Awful or the Penny Arcade Forums. Kinkanon's eyes glimmered with tears, and her whole body shone with her sweat.
Shametroll, by contrast, was flushed, brilliant, fulgent in arousal. She pushed her panties away, slid a single finger deep inside herself, enough to make her whimper both from the hurried penetration and the level of sensation she was feeling. Shaking, her other hand opened a browser window. The Secrets Submission Post was waiting. Tinypic already had a URL up.
"Bease," Kinkanon begged her from behind the gag, her whole body shaking; fear had won over rage. Her eyes were china saucers. "Don't--beeease." A tear ran over her cheek.
"You don't understand," Shametroll gasped, her head leaning over so her lips almost touched her prisoner's ear, hot breath making Kink whine and sob. "I'm like you, honey. It's just...My kink is humiliation. A-a-aaand..." --another finger joined her first, began to move--"I...I need your fill."
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Kinkanon, bound in the chair before her, said nothing; how could she, with the angry red ballgag cutting off her words? But her narrowed eyes and defiant struggle against the restraints were all that the other woman needed to see. Shametroll licked her lips. This was going to be fun.
"I used to think it was a simple matter of what was okay to get off to," Shametroll said huskily. A slender finger slid under the laptop's magnetic catch, began to languorously open its lid. Slowly, ever so slowly, she could see the fear spread in time with her motion, just as it was born on Kinkanon's face. "I thought I was doing this in the name of...social justice, I suppose."
Kinkanon moaned something beneath the gag, and Shametroll felt a twinge between her legs. Absently, her tongue traveled over her lips, her eyes greedily taking in Kinkanon's naked form, the restraint points at her wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles already raw from her struggle against the leather straps. The laptop was completely open, but the screen remained dark--asleep.
"I thought I should make you understand how wrong it was to feel arousal from something that might've really hurt someone," Shametroll breathed, panting slightly. One hand slid over the top of the keyboard, tapped the power button. The other slipped beneath the hem of Shametroll's skirt.
The screen washed blue, and rivulets of sweat ran down Kinkanon's body, her eyes going wide.
Photoshop sat open.
"I kept telling myself--!" Shametroll gasped, trailing a finger over the wetness of her crotch, "th-that it was all about doing good, Kink-chan~. That I was a good person. But...I'm not...See?"
Her free hand slid to the grackles, enlarged the picture. A sound of horror, anger, and violation came from Kinkanon's throat. She writhed; shook the chair in her fury. Shametroll chuckled.
The thing in the Photoshop window was a secret.
Worse; it was a wankbait secret. About Kinkanon. About her kinks. About how awful they were. Judgment on cruel judgment--and yet, nothing untrue!
It was a beautifully made shitstorm, just sitting there, ready to be unleashed. It would show up on more than F!S; wank_report, sf_drama, maybe even Something Awful or the Penny Arcade Forums. Kinkanon's eyes glimmered with tears, and her whole body shone with her sweat.
Shametroll, by contrast, was flushed, brilliant, fulgent in arousal. She pushed her panties away, slid a single finger deep inside herself, enough to make her whimper both from the hurried penetration and the level of sensation she was feeling. Shaking, her other hand opened a browser window. The Secrets Submission Post was waiting. Tinypic already had a URL up.
"Bease," Kinkanon begged her from behind the gag, her whole body shaking; fear had won over rage. Her eyes were china saucers. "Don't--beeease." A tear ran over her cheek.
"You don't understand," Shametroll gasped, her head leaning over so her lips almost touched her prisoner's ear, hot breath making Kink whine and sob. "I'm like you, honey. It's just...My kink is humiliation. A-a-aaand..." --another finger joined her first, began to move--"I...I need your fill."
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