Sabrina (and friend) II

When it came to extracting revenge, Sabrina had no equals.  The unfortunate young girl, one Brianna Golden, would long remember what transpired that night.  And it most likely would have remained Sabrina’s secret had I not long ago installed security cameras throughout the complex.

We were well into our bottle of scotch.  Several hours had passed when my guest began to wonder aloud just what kind of plans Sabrina had in store for the poor thing.  I normally would not have intruded on someone’s privacy without their consent, but I had known Sabrina long enough to know this wouldn’t be an issue.  She took pride in her work and wasn’t afraid to have the fruits of her labor on display.  We settled into the comfort of two leather recliners and, grabbing my remote, I turned 86” hi-def screen mounted on the wall on and toggled the options to display room 27.  Room 27 was the area Sabrina had always conducted her work in the past and this time was no exception. 

Sabrina was an amazon in every sense of the word.  At six feet tall she towered over her petite captive and her six-inch heels made the contrast even more dramatic.  Brianna touched the floor in exactly two places; the tips of her toes.  Coarse rope held her slender figure in what had to be an agonizing position, replacing the leather restraints she had been brought with.  She was completely naked.  She didn’t necessarily have to stay on her toes.  She could opt to lower her heels fractionally but to do so came with a heavy price. Sabrina had tied the girls elbows and wrists tightly behind her back before attaching a tether to her bound elbows and pulling them up behind her.  When they reached the uncomfortable level, she stopped long enough to fasten a tight belt of rope around Brianna’s slender waist.  Another tether was fastened to the girl’s wrists, fed through her legs to the waist cinch in front and then tightened as much as the very capable Sabrina could tighten it.  Then she raised the snap-hook to the intolerable level forcing the blonde to assume a ballerina-like pose.

Sabrina stood in front of the helpless girl, her rather imposing figure clad only in black leather gloves, thigh-length boots and a black leather collar. Her large bare breasts bobbed beautifully and her erect nipples indicated she was rather enjoying the festivities. In one hand she held a flogger that we were certain would be put to good use.  After taking a moment to observe her captive, Sabrina reached out and grabbed a thin cord encircling each of Brianna’s nipples and tugged on it, pulling them up and forcing the girl to balance precariously on her toes.  It was then we noticed the studs which had been inserted through each nipple helping to insure this cord would not slip free.

“She really knows her stuff,” my guest spoke, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before us.

I nodded, taking another sip of scotch.  Indeed, Sabrina was one-of-a-kind.  And unfortunately for one Brianna Golden, the night was still young.