I was focused on her and I felt it too. It hit me like a three-liter bottle of cola to the back of the head and I reeled. Neeka grabbed my arm and I realized that she was feeling her mother's orgasm through me. It was a very strange experience to feel someone else's climax this way. It must have been doubly strange for Neeka. I heard her gasp as the wave of pleasure snapped through her.
In a daze, I reached out and released the clamps on Mrs. Morgan. Then we all sat back and rode out our climax. Shortly, the three of us were beaming. Even Bambi was smiling, although for her it could only have been a vicarious experience. Still, it was an improvement.
Before I had completely recovered, I pulled my dress off and attached the clamps to my own breasts. The familiar sensation brought back a lot of memories, both good and bad. I handed the rope to the one person I could trust with it. Neeka handled the length of rope like it was a snake that might turn and bite her.
"I can take more than you can, so you get to do the honors." I told her.
A strange look came into her eyes. On the one hand, she wouldn't hurt me for the world, but on the other, she had just shared in her mother's climax and her adventurous nature was telling her to go for it, on the third hand, whatever she did to me, she would feel, too. It was an interesting set of choices. She smiled, a big toothy smile that looked scary on her sweet face and she stood up, pulling me with her. She led me around the end of the sofa like a dog on a leash. From the malevolent look on her face, I thought I was about to see a new side of Neeka.
She led me all the way back to the other end of the room and pulled open the cabinet drawer with all the stuff in it. She reached in and started to pull out a piece of rope, when she spotted the handcuffs. I turned my back and held my arms out behind me. She slapped on the cuffs like she had seen too many episodes of Cops.
Neeka spun me around and took hold of the rope again. This time she held it like she planned to do something with it. I saw her think for a moment, then she put the loop of rope over her neck and let it drape down her back. I couldn't figure out what she was up to until she put her hands behind her back and pulled down on the loop. The rope pulled me to her. She pulled down harder and my breasts were lifted and pulled up to her shoulders. We here belly to belly and my face was just below hers. She tilted her head down and put her lips on mine and kissed me, all the while pulling the rope tighter and tighter, stretching my breasts over her shoulders. The excitement I felt completely drowned out any feeling of pain. I kissed her back, frustrated that I could not use my arms.
She broke the kiss and let go of the rope, leaving it around her neck. She stepped backward, drawing me along, until she reached the weight bench against the window. I must have hesitated, because she smiled that evil smile again and stepped up onto the bench pulling me with her. She kissed me again, and while she was kissing me she lifted the loop of rope off her neck and pushed it up, flipping it over the hook in the ceiling. I was now hanging naked from the hook in the same position that I had escaped from earlier. The only difference was that the handcuffs allowed more slack between my wrists than the rope bonds had done.
Neeka stepped down off the bench, leaving me dangling from the clamps, perched on my toes. She examined her handiwork and then went back to the drawer for a couple of ropes. She tied my legs together at the knees and the ankles and then sat down in a chair to watch me. Bambi and Fiona joined her.
"Is this what they did to her?" Bambi asked. "How can she get out of that?"
"She's almost hanging from that hook." Fiona said, massaging her breasts in sympathy with the pain she knew I must be feeling. "She can't get out of that."
"Yes she can," Neeka said. "She did before, and now she's going to do it again for us. She wants to. She wants to feel it again. She's getting wet just thinking about it."
I wasn't 'getting' wet; I was sopping. Now that there was no threat, and no fear, I was excited and aroused. Neeka was showing me what she had known all along, that I had escaped too quickly for both of us. When she had expressed disappointment at being rescued too soon and missing being abused by the convicts, she had just been voicing a feeling that I had suppressed.
"I'll hurt you." I said.
"So hurt me. But stop kidding yourself. You're enjoying this. You like being tortured and you want to show off how much you like it. You know this won't be the first time, either. Should I make popcorn for everyone?"
Bambi covered her face with her hands, but I noticed she was peeking between her fingers so she would not miss anything. She now understood that Neeka knew everything about what she had done to me and how I had responded. Even after she had been told several times that Neeka could read my mind, she hadn't thought through the implications. Now, it was being rubbed in her face.
With all three pairs of eyes on me, I leaned back against the pull of the clamps. I reached out for the trance state and I reveled in it. It would be more difficult with my legs tied together but I would not have had it any other way.