"LimoScene" by Lex107
F/F, bondage, reluc
This story is a work of fiction that contains graphic descriptions of apparently nonconsensual sex between women. If it's likely to offend you or get you in legal trouble, don't read it.
Sara teetered a little on her high heels as she walked out to the waiting limousine. She forced herself to slow down; it wouldn't do to fall and get her prom dress dirty. Just like on TV, the limo driver hopped out and held open the back door. Sara caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the mirrorlike windows of the car, checking one last time on her painstakingly curled blonde hair and her carefully applied makeup.
The driver coughed politely. "If you'd care to get in, Miss?"
Recalled from her self-inspection, Sara was startled to notice the driver was a young woman with short dark hair under the chauffeur's cap. Her nametag read "MacAvoy," and the brass buttons on her trim, double-breasted jacket gleamed even in the twilight.
Sara was not used to dealing with hired help, but she did not want to appear unsophisticated. "Thank you," she told the driver as she slid into the car.
The interior was sumptuous. Seats of creamy leather sighed against the blue satin of her dress. The driver got in the front and looked at Sara in the rear-view mirror. "We'll pick up the young gentleman next then, Miss."
Sara nodded, drinking in the details of the limo's luxurious interior. The rear seats faced each other over a space as large as a dining table. Wood accents glowed on a minibar she vowed to investigate later. Absently, she watched the driver's strong hands on the wheel as the darkening town slid past.
Sara could barely contain her excitement. Prom! And. . . Afterwards. Oh, I hope Brad and I can find a place to be alone at the party.
Sara crossed her legs, enjoying the smooth rub of her nylon-clad thighs. This will be the first time I've gone all the way with a boy. She felt a distinct twinge and a swelling between her legs at the thought.
Absorbed in contemplating how Brad's skin would feel against her own, Sara didn't realize that the trip was taking longer than it should have until the car passed the edge of town into a darker, less populated area.
"Hey, uh, MacAvoy?" she called "This isn't the way to Brad's house." The chauffeur's only response was to raise the barrier separating her from the passenger compartment.
Alarmed now, Sara pounded on the partition and shouted. No answer. She tried the door handle, but it wouldn't open. The limousine turned onto an overgrown gravel road. Panic flashed hot in her stomach. I'm trapped!
The car stopped suddenly, throwing her off balance across the seat. Before she could recover, the door opened and the driver stood in it with a nasty smile. "Shut up, sweetie."
Sara was so astonished at the change in the formerly deferential MacAvoy that she obeyed. The driver advanced as the girl shrank back against the far door. Producing a pair of handcuffs, she deftly locked Sara's wrists to the armrest attached on the inside of the door.
Sara gave a little cry of dismay; she was helpless, her arms fastened above her head. "Wha-What do you want? I've got twenty dollars in my purse, but I swear that's all I have!"
The young woman chuckled as if Sara's fear amused her. "What do I want? I want you. All you pretty, prissy, popular girls who never looked at me twice. Well, now you'll notice me." She reached out and unbuttoned the halter strap on Sara's dress.
Sara flinched away from the touch at the nape of her neck. What-- she can't mean-- Oh, god, no. But she's a woman!
The driver twisted a golden curl in her hand, brushing it against her captive's neck and cheek. Without warning, she yanked the bodice of Sara's dress down around her ribs, exposing her pert breasts to the night air.
Sara gasped. Her nipples hardened almost immediately in the unexpected chill. MacAvoy teased the hard nubs with her palms, and Sara's body jerked. Drawing her elbows down, Sara tried to fend off the woman's hands. MacAvoy grasped her around the waist and easily pulled her down the seat. The handcuffs bit slightly at Sara's wrists as her arms stretched taut. "Please, no," Sara pleaded.
MacAvoy returned her attention to Sara's nipples, rolling them firmly between her fingers. To her horror, Sara felt her body responding to the touch. Already swollen from her earlier thoughts of Brad, her clit twitched when the driver tugged her nipple. Warmth pooled in her loins and spread to her belly. The scent of cologne mixed headily with the leather. Mmmm. That feels-- "NO!" she yelled. She kicked out at MacAvoy, trying to plant a high heel in her stomach. It was not a strong position to kick from, and her foot flopped ineffectually against MacAvoy's blocking arm.
MacAvoy grinned. "Oh, feisty." She caught Sara's legs, fingers digging into thighs, and swung her own legs over to straddle the girl on the seat.
With MacAvoy's warm weight pinning her, MacAvoy's muscled thighs trapping her own, Sara couldn't hold back a gasp and a trickle of wetness. "Get off!" She pushed her hips up to throw MacAvoy off but stopped, confused by a dart of pleasure.
MacAvoy's eyes were dark pools as she surveyed the picture the blonde made. Disheveled curls twined around bound arms. Sara's cheeks had a hectic flush that matched the pink of her nipples, and her breasts shuddered with each ragged breath. Tracing a finger over the sheer satin, MacAvoy circled the girl's navel. She lifted herself enough to pull the skirt up around Sara's waist. Sara was fully exposed, covered by nothing more than her nylons and the bunched ring of her dress. MacAvoy lightly skimmed soft thighs made even smoother by hose. Sara clenched them tightly together, but the driver forced them apart with one uniformed knee. Short fair curls did nothing to conceal puffy labia and the tip of a reddened clit peeking out between them. MacAvoy trailed her fingertips up Sara's inner thighs and across the girl's lips. Sara whimpered, "Please, stop," through the ache of arousal.
"You don't want me to stop. I can smell you." MacAvoy grasped the waistband of the nylons and pulled up until they slid between the slick labia, pressing Sara's clit against the seam. Sara moaned. She couldn't stop herself from sawing her hips against the fabric to rub her clit along the fabric. Sweat broke out all down her back, and her stomach and buttocks tightened with excitement.
A loud rending noise startled her; MacAvoy tore the hose apart down the center. Fingers spread her lips and allowed her eager clit to stand erect and glistening. MacAvoy swirled some of Sara's seeping juice over the shaft of the clitoris. A low moan escaped the girl.
Taking Sara's clit between thumb and forefinger, MacAvoy stroked the length of it. Sara squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel her pulse pounding in the swollen flesh between MacAvoy's talented fingers. Oh, God, she's going to make me come. Sara bit her lip, trying to regain control over her unruly body.
Suddenly, MacAvoy plunged two fingers deep into Sara's drenched cunt. "OH!" The girl's spine arched, and her head snapped back to display her slender throat. She could feel her muscles stretching, clasping welcomingly around the intruder. MacAvoy pulled her fingers out torturously slowly, watching Sara writhe on her hand like a puppet. She thrust quickly in again, adding force to her palm against Sara's clit by pushing her knee behind her hand. Faster and faster, until MacAvoy was fucking the girl furiously.
Sara was determined not to humiliate herself by coming, but her body desperately wanted release. Her teeth had drawn blood on her lip, but the pain was dissolving under the onslaught of pleasure. MacAvoy leaned forward, her uniform buttons digging into Sara's naked flesh, and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Sara exploded. With a high, animal cry, her entire body went rigid with climax. Interminable seconds passed as waves of pleasure radiated through her. Then spasms wracked her entire body, clenching hungrily around MacAvoy's fingers over and over.
MacAvoy smiled in triumph as the girl collapsed motionless beneath her. "Now you know why no one has ever reported me to the police." Still fully clothed, she rocked herself on Sara's thigh, taking her pleasure without regard for the exhausted girl's comfort. Already aroused, MacAvoy came quickly with a shout.
As soon as MacAvoy recovered, she unlocked Sara's handcuffs and got out of the limo. "Clean yourself up," she told the girl still sprawled lewdly across the seat. Getting into the front seat, the chauffeur drove back the way they had come.
Sara was alone in the back seat, still cut off from the driver by the barrier. After lying still a few dazed moments, she sat up and tried to rearrange herself. The nylons were hopeless; she took them off. She refastened her dress and attempted to fix her hair. She felt like everyone who saw her would know what had happened.
The car stopped a few blocks from Brad's house. MacAvoy opened the door and pulled Sara out to stand swaying on the pavement. "Go. Make up some story about why you're late to please your little boyfriend. He'll never compare after this, and he'll never guess the truth." She gave Sara a little push between the shoulder blades to start her walking and drove away.
Sara walked mechanically, looking at the ground, for nearly a block before the limo reappeared and pulled up beside her. The driver rolled down the window. Sara met her eyes with a smile. "Lover, that was wonderful! When do we have to return the limo?"