Curious Girls Ch. 03

"I'll be right back, I have to go dig up our bikinis," she grumbled. She left and went back to her tent. I noticed she had left the phone on the ground. I awkwardly rolled over to it. Maybe I could use my mouth or nose to dial for help. I managed to press the home button, and after about a dozen tries, enter my password. I slowly entered the phone number for Krista's cell phone. Just as I was about to hit dial, I heard the tent opening.

Tamara stepped back into the tent carrying a bikini top. As she turned around to lock the tent, I pulled a shirt over the phone with my mouth and rolled over. I wasn't able to place the call, but once Tamara left for the night, I'd be able to call for help.

Tamara pulled her shirt over her head revealing a white bra. She tossed the shirt to the ground and pulled her bra off. Her breasts bounced hypnotically. They were all too familiar at this point. I found myself wishing to go back to yesterday's torture.

She quickly pulled her bikini top over her breasts and tied it in place. It actually was a pretty cute bikini, even if it seemed to be struggling to support her chest.

She found my own bikini in my backpack and pulled it out. Unluckily for me, I also had brought my own cute, but strapless, bikini top. This made my cooperation completely unnecessary. She pulled the bikini over my own breasts, pulled the straps through my arms and then forcefully rolled me back onto my stomach. She tied the top and rolled me back. Apparently, she saw no need for either of us to wear the bikini bottoms.

"Stand up," she demanded as she pulled me to my feet. "And don't forget to smile."

I couldn't bring myself to muster more than a half smile, but it seemed enough for her. She pulled me close and snapped a shot with her phone. It only showed mid-torso up, so there was no way to tell from the picture that my hands and feet were still restrained. We both actually looked fairly happy. I knew that if I didn't cooperate, she was likely to resort to violence or some worse punishment. Worst case, she didn't even have to send photos. So, I reluctantly played along.

After taking a few photos, she sent one of them to Krista. The minute the phone displayed the send confirmation, she tossed the phone away.

"OK, glad that's done. Ready for some more fun?" She asked enthusiastically. Before I could reply, she shoved me backward. Seeing as my feet were still bound, I tripped and fell backward. I landed hard onto my back, knocking my breath away.

She immediately jumped me, her legs landed on either side of my torso, her boobs bouncing all over despite the bikini top as she roughly tackled me.

"Let's get your face back where it belongs!"

She quickly spun around so I was staring at her backside. Her red hair flowed down her naked back. She reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling my face roughly into her ass before letting her weight settle back on my head. Using her other hand, she separated my hair into both hands and used her newfound reigns to continue holding my face painfully between her cheeks. She began sliding back and forth again on my face, her sweat serving as a lubricant and allowing her to more easily slide against my face.

"Whew," Tamara exclaimed, running her hands through her hair, "This is a good workout. We should do this more often." She began wiggling side-to-side. "I wonder how deeply I can get your face into my butt," she giggled.

"Please--," I gasped.

"Oooh," she suddenly moaned, "Your nose is pushing against my asshole. That makes me feel really naughty."

Oh, God. So nasty. I really would have preferred not thinking about where my nose was.

"Or, to be more accurate," she continued, "It's giving me really naughty ideas."

She sat up, giving me a moment to recover. The cool air felt nice against my skin as I gasped for oxygen. I watched in horror as her hands slid between her ass cheeks, sliding them apart. On one hand, I couldn't believe how crude she was being. On the other hand, I probably shouldn't have been surprised by much at this point.

Tamara had obviously been pushed past the breaking point and was now intoxicated by her newfound power over me. And if there was anything sexual going on in her head--I shuddered to think. The thought of her sadistic domination and insatiable desire to humiliate me driven by an uncontrollably strong sexual drive was a thought that terrified me. Simple revenge is predictable. Sexual need is not.

She lowered herself back toward my head. I watched in horror as her exposed asshole moved closer to my face. I struggled to tilt my head back in order to keep my nose away, but I noticed her move in response. She obviously wanted my nose back in her asshole, and she was not only going to have her way, but she was going to make sure I knew exactly where my nose was. I felt her warm ass envelop my face again. The last thing I saw before it was all darkness was my nose sliding directly against her anus. She released her butt cheeks and let them close around my face. I thought that was the worst feeling in the world, but then she started bouncing slightly against my head.

"Mmmmmph!" My eyes widened as I felt my nose slipping a little into her asshole as she bounced.

"Oh, God," she moaned, "I love the way that feels." She wiggled, pressing hard into my head. "I wonder how deeply I can get your nose inside of me."

She continued bouncing and wiggling aggressively on my face, putting a lot of pressure on my nose in the process. She was getting so caught up in the process that she'd forgotten about letting me breathe. Not that I was too keen on breathing anyway, my nose being wedged uncomfortably tight into her ass.

"I think that's as far in as it'll go... too bad I don't have a lubricant, "she laughed, "I bet I could get it further in... actually," she paused, "I wonder if that would work..." She trailed off. I was starting to see spots, and my lungs were burning. I was struggling desperately for air, despite where my nose was. She sat up, letting me breathe.

She scooted back, and I found myself looking at her upside-down face. I was still seeing spots, and my vision was blurred. I wanted to ask what she was doing, but I couldn't stop gasping long enough to get the words out. She gripped my head with both hands.

"Poor Sara," she laughed, "I almost feel a little bad for you. You probably don't deserve this... but I'm doing it anyway." Doing what? What was she talking about? She made a face, pursing her lips.

"Tamara? What--," I struggled incoherently to ask what was going on. That's when I noticed a large amount of saliva dripping directly from her lips. I tried to pull away, but her hands tightened their grip. Her wet, lukewarm saliva dripped onto my nose.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I was simultaneously annoyed, disgusted, and confused at the same time. Tamara responded by giggling and letting another volley of saliva drip onto my nose.

"There, much better." She scooted forward and I managed to sneak in a quick breath before I quickly found my face back between her ass cheeks. My nose, wet with her saliva, was pressing against her asshole. She began trying in earnest to squeeze my nose as far into her asshole as possible. She slid her feet back under my head and began shifting side-to-side while simultaneously pushing her ass into my face harder than ever before. She reached back and roughly grabbed my hair, pulling up at the same time. The whole situation was extraordinarily uncomfortable, bordering on painful. "I would have settled for having your nose in my ass figuratively speaking," she remarked, "Having it there literally... *so* much better."

I struggled weakly. Just then, I heard a familiar noise, but I was incapable of processing that it had actually happened.

"Oh, fuck! I can't believe I just farted in your face. That was totally an accident," she sounded embarrassed, "...but how perfect was the timing?" She was sounding less embarrassed. "And how naughty would it be to do it again on purpose?"

"Mmmmmm!" I protested weakly. My protest was met with the sound of her farting a second time. I tried to pull away, but she tightened her grip on my head.

"Damn, that's nasty smelling, even from up here. How was that for you?" she asked, laughing. I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to look her in the eyes. I had no idea how she could stay so entertained. She mixed up her routine fairly often, but she never seemed to tire of humiliating me.

After what literally felt like the longest day of my life, it was finally starting to get dark. I had spent almost my entire day with Tamara's ass in my face, struggling to breathe, and it felt like it. She was getting tired, but she still seemed reluctant to call it a night.

"I can't believe the day went so quickly!" She pouted. Quickly? Far from it!

"Tamara, please... I can't take any more of this. Please... let me go now?" I pleaded between filling my lungs with air.

"I don't know," She paused, "I don't know if you've learned your lesson yet."

"I have! I swear. Besides, You promised I'd only have to endure one day of this."

"That's a good point. I *did* say you only owed me a day."

"And you weren't lying right?"

"Well," she said thoughtfully, "if you're going to hold me to my word... you still owe me another half day."

What?! I realized I had done my math wrong. A day was technically 24 hours. Fuck. I had basically just begged her to climb back onto my face, and I doubted she needed encouragement.

"I've learned my lesson, I promise!" I insisted.

"I'll think about it," she said as she checked my bonds, "See you in the morning!"

She left, taking her own cell phone with her, and suddenly I felt very alone. I was so stiff and tired of lying on the ground. I was also badly in need of a shower. I listened to Tamara climbing into the tent beside me. I wasn't sure I could handle another day of her abuse. My only consolation was that we'd have to leave somewhat early to get home in time.

I gave Tamara a while to fall asleep and then I squirmed over to where I'd hidden my cell phone and pulled off the clothing. I stared in horror at the now dead cell phone.

As I lay there, listening to the sounds of nature, it momentarily occurred to me that I was completely and utterly subject to Tamara's whims. As bad as things seemed, I was sure they could always be so much worse. It was little consolation as I cried myself to sleep.

To be continued...

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