Linda's tongue had flopped out between her lips and some saliva had started dribbling down her chin. Her dull eyes were fixed with that obscene stare as she went to work up top. Lifting the blouse up to the neck with one hand, she grabbed both of Daphne's wrists in the other meaty paw and forced her arms up in back, bending them at the elbows so that the hands met together up near the neck. A look of sheer panic crossed Daphne's face as she realized her position, but Linda kept on with the precision of a surgeon. Working the loose ends of the blouse, she bunched and twisted them until she had one fairly long braid with which she tied the wrists together tightly in back.
I began pumping rapidly at the sight. Hidden only a few feet below I could see that Daphne was now completely secured, her own blouse-collar forming a tight halter around her neck; the other end stretching into a tight rope to cuff her wrists painfully in back of her neck. Trying to move her arms brought instant choking from the collar and any movement of the head, except to stretch it backwards, pulled painfully on arms already bent to the breaking point. My breathing started coming in gasps as I kept up a steady, rapid jacking with my fist, the other hand massaging my contracting balls. Linda had her tamed and didn't appear to be in any hurry. I couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
In her right fist Linda grabbed both of daphne's slim wrists at the point they were tied and wrapped her fingers up around the blouse-rope going to the neck. It was ingenious and evil at the same time. Just using the one hand to pull on the rope and wrists, Linda could force Daphne's upper body into any position she wanted by various combinations of neck chokes and shoulder pain. For now she kept her bent over about halfway down to the table; tits, still shiny wet from her earlier licking, hanging down heavily; dull white cloth swelling out of the O formed by her partially closed lips.
With her free left hand Linda began unbuttoning Daphne's jeans.
The whimpering stopped and a new look came over Daphne's face as she struggled to no avail against Linda's invading fingers. It was no use. The blouse harness was working perfectly and the other girl's big tree trunk legs had hers locked tightly below.
The tears started flowing again as Daphne realized the helplessness of her position.
Linda had deftly worked Daphne's fly open and, with one swipe of her huge hand, ripped the jeans down to her knees. Daphne's huge, pantied, jiggly behinds spilled out all over the place. They sprung back up hard, as the jean cloth released them, as if attached to springs at the back of her waist. They ballooned back down again, the bottom ends of the humps actually bulging below her knees on their way down, before springing back up again. They were like those slinky toys I used play with as a kid.
Boinga…Boinga…Boinga… They had gotten out of sync on the release, one fleshy mound on the way down bulging past the other one on the way up; one agitating the other into more violent jiggling each time they slid past each other. We all stared mezmerized as they bounced up and down, slowing down a little on each pass, until they finally rumbled to halt after a full ten seconds.
Daphne's pants must have been holding her buttocks in a little because they were larger than anything I had imagined when staring at them through the jean cloth. They WERE the size of basketballs at the bottom. They were encased in sheer, stretchy pink panties that were normal in front; snuggly stretched over her brown, well-padded twat; but the pouch in back was the size of a grocery bag! The upper half of the thick cylinders were plumped out with flesh that jiggled at the slighest touch all the way up the thick slope to her waist. There was no space between her upper legs; only one long ass crack that looked a little raw from the sliding friction when Linda had released them.
Linda now had those buttocks out in the air exposed to herself. A little life even came into her dull, half-exposed eyes for a moment as she looked down at them sagging and straining that huge, pink panty-sack to the breaking point. As I continued to pump myself, Linda sunk her hand into one butt cheek and began to work on it through the panties. Kneading and massaging, her strong fat fingers repeatedly clenched closed, squishing Daphne's panties and flesh out between them, and then released; butt jello jiggling back into place. Daphne's look had changed again. It wasn't anything near pleasure, but I could tell that Linda's fondling hand was forcing her to heat up in spite of herself.
Tightening her strain on Daphne's tether, Linda forced her to bend farther over the table. With her butt hand she grabbed the elastic band of one leg of the large panties and pulled it back about six inches, bringing it out and over the cheek. When she let go, it snapped back into Daphne like a firecracker going off; sending her rubbery ass wobbling up and down the length of her.
Despite her gag-stuffed mouth Daphne let out a loud muffled cry as the panties snapped back in the middle of her rump exposing the bottom of one cheek to the air. Linda repeated the process on the other side, this time pulling the panty-leg back a foot. Another, louder groan poured from Daphne's gag.
Both of Daphne's behinds were now exposed at the bottom, showing the whole bottom half of each white, fleshy mound; the rest of her bottom still tightly filling the underpants. Linda's hand found the now slack bottoms of the panty-bag where they had been pulled up. Twisting them like she had done to the blouse, she formed about a six inch length of thick, rope-like panty material.
Forcing it under the taut upper half of Daphne's underpants, Linda pushed it deep into the crack. The full six inches sunk in without even reaching Daphne's butthole, but Linda didn't care about that. She must have known from before that Daphne's ass crack was as sensitive as the hole itself and began driving the thick rod of pink material in and out with her hand. Somehow she knew how to twist it so it was as hard a man's cock because it went in and out of Daphne's ass slot with ease.
Holding it in her fist by the end attached to the rest of Daphne's panties, Linda stretched the end around until it looked like it was a cock growing out of her groin, her hand on the base. She began a slow grinding with her wide, chunky hips; matching the rhythm of the panty-cock as it slid in and out of Daphne, butt-fucking her ass-crack like a man would. All the while,
Daphne was kept bent far over the table with the neck and arm brace. She was breathing faster now, nostrils flaring in and out with the effort; a muffled stream of moans and groans pouring from the gag. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was going to get off being force-fucked in the rear end by another girl with a dildo made from part of her own panties, half of which she was still wearing! She began jerking her hips backward to meet Linda's inward thrusts and her tits began to swell again without any help from her hands this time; erect nipples already a hard deep brown.
I had nearly forgotten about my own dick. My hand had been jerking like crazy for the past few minutes and my cock was straining to blast, painfully hard in my hand. But I couldn't let myself go yet. Linda was picking up the pace and I wanted to be around for the finish.
Planting one of her big shoes, Linda forced Daphne to bend in at the knees. Her rump jutted out farther, giving Linda an even better angle. Her powerful hips began snapping it in. The pink rod had actually become thicker and harder, soaking up the oily secretions from Daphne's asshole which were lubricating her butt.
Whipping her thrusting hips savagely, Linda let go of the dildo and leash, the twitching Daphne no longer needing to be controlled, and rammed her hands down the front of the panties.
Through the sheer material I saw Linda's hands go down on Daphne's mound. Cupping it from the top in one palm, she parted the engorged brick-red outer lips with two fingers and split the gushy inner cunt lips in two with three fingers of her other hand.
Daphne nearly jumped out of her skin as Linda's fingers went to work inside of her, but somehow she managed to maintain her position. She continued to hold her upper body over the table, bending at the waist, her face grossly stretched out toward the front by the tight blouse-choker fastened to her wrists in back.