Hermione was in a submissive, self-torturing heaven.
She knew Lucifer was with that girl in living room, and seeing how it was at least fifteen minutes since she'd heard the door open, she could only imagine what was going on down there -- images of the big-titted brunette riding on Lucifer's cock (her cock!) kept popping into her head, and it only served to make her hornier.
She was still jealous, sure, but right now it felt so submissive, so slutty to just lie here, tied up while her master and lover was downstairs having fun with another girl.
Oh, God, she'd give anything if he would just come up here and finish her off, but she knew he wouldn't.
Not when he'd say he wouldn't touch her again all night.
Would she ask that strange girl to do it for her? Could she?
It had a strange, arousing effect on her.
She knew this Emma was her another personality and she was her sworn rival.
The thought of asking -- no, begging! -- her to let her cum was extremely humiliating.
So humiliating in fact that her pussy-juices were starting to drip down on her bed...
Finally she heard them coming here-- Lucifer's quick walk and the unmistaken sound of heels.
So, the little slut has dressed up, she thought, not really knowing if that thought made her jealous or hot.
Probably both.
Ever since becoming Lucifer's slave, various feelings had intermixed so tightly that she couldn't tell them apart... all she could do was sit back and enjoy the ride.
She turned her head towards the door and got her first glimpse of brunette that had caused her so much turmoil.
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Emma was not prepared for what awaited her in the bedroom.
"Oh my God!" she gasped at the sight of the naked Hermione lying tied down on the bed.
The bound girl looked up at them, clearly straining her neck to do so.
Their eyes met, and both of them felt an incredible, sexual rush in that moment.
Hermione of pure humiliation at a strange girl who looked exactly as her (who Lucifer obviously had had his hands on -- she hadn't even buttoned her shirt again!) seeing her naked and exposed like this.
The thought that her master wanted this girl to be present while he whipped her was extremely arousing.
Emma's mind worked in the same direction, from the opposite point of view of course.
To see this beautiful, mature girl in a humiliating pose like this... and knowing that she had let herself be bound to the bed, simply because Lucifer wanted it was insanely arousing.
Unlike Hermione who had only seen Emma shortly and from a distance, later easily recognised the girl on the bed... as she was always on Television downstairs.
God, that collar made her look so erotic -- she had seen close-up view that day before, and knew it claimed her as Lucifer's property -- like a pet or something! And the tattoo as well!
"Is that what I think it is at her feet?" Emma asked Lucifer in a hushed tone.
It felt a little wrong to talk about Hermione in front of her but she was really surprised.
"Hermione, tell her," Lucifer commanded with a smile.
"It's a spreader bar," She said with downcast eyes. It seemed that only one who thoroughly enjoyed this awkward situation was Lucifer.
"It keeps my legs apart," she explained.
"And why is that important?" Lucifer asked with clear amusement in his voice.
"So I'm always available for my Master's enjoyment," she answered blushing and still looking down. 'It isn't enough for him that I'm on display for his new girlfriend; I have to describe it for her!?' she thought.
She would have been angry with him... except it all made her so goddamn horny!
"Any other reason you could think of...?" he carried on, taking a great and obvious pleasure from her discomfort.
"It... it keeps me from rubbing my thighs together," she muttered, barely audible and now flushing scarlet.
She had tried this (and even rubbing against the mattress) ever since he gave her permission to cum and then left her hanging -- without success.
"See, Hermione here is kinda a slut," Lucifer explained to Emma, speaking as if the embarrassed and totally humiliated slave wasn't in the room, "and I gave her permission to cum as much as she wanted. But a good slave has to earn her orgasms, so..." he made an explanatory movement with his hand towards the spreader bar.
Both his women were blushing hard, and both were horny as hell!
Emma was having a hard time keeping her hands off her pussy that had been calling out for attention since they got off the couch (or keeping her hands off Lucifer whom she knew could give her pleasures out of this world), and Hermione was now silently praying for someone to stuff something -- anything! -- in her needing cunt.
Preferable Lucifer's terrific cock!
Ignoring the ladies' obvious needs, Lucifer picked up the whip that lay next to Hermione and showed it to Emma -- who hadn't noticed it next to the view of the erotic slave on the bed.
It was long and menacing, and Emma felt a shiver at the sight of it.
'God, he's gonna use that on her?' she thought in awe -- and could barely wait.
"Wow," she breathed, "this is gonna hurt, isn't it?"
Lucifer just smiled at her, "that's kinda the point... But you're going to love it, aren't you?" he asked the bound slave who nodded eagerly.
"She likes pain," he explained to the surprised Emma, "kinda like you... only more extreme."
'Oh my God!' Emma thought mortified, 'why did he say that in front of HER?!'
"Fair's fair," Lucifer answered her unspoken thoughts with a smile.
He had no trouble reading her shocked and rattles expression, "now Hermione knows a little about your kinky sides as well..."
Emma only blushed harder in response.
Suddenly tiring of the conversation, Lucifer spun around and swung the whip.
His aim was perfect, and he struck the bound, helpless girl just above the ass, leaving a long, thin, pink mark, easily distinguishable against her skin.
"Ahh!" Hermione moaned as the pain shot through her body, only to be turned into the most erotic, submissive pleasure in her aroused mind.
"Oh my God," Emma muttered, unable to tear her eyes off the mark, that was forming on Hermione's skin.
She felt her cunt grow very wet, very quickly, and she had to force herself not to touch it.
It seemed so strange to her, but it was so hot at the same time.
She couldn't quite decide whether she imagined herself in Lucifer's place or Hermione's -- all she knew was that she somehow wished to be involved!
Swiiip, slap!
Another stroke hit Hermione, this time squarely across the buttocks, leaving the new mark across her tattoo on her left cheek.
"Oh!" both women moaned in unison, though neither heard the other -- both were they too lost in their own world of lust.
Lucifer heard it though, and he smiled wickedly.
He had imagined that any version of Hermione would be interested in this, and hoped one day to have all tied down and getting whipped.
Perhaps he should use a crop though? The whip might be a little harsh...
"Now, Hermione," he said and held the next strike back for a little while, "tell me, do you deserve this? To be punished like... like a criminal?"
He was pretty sure what she was going to say, and he loved to hear her debase herself.
"Oh yes, Master!" she said eagerly, "I was bad, I was very bad! Slaves shouldn't think about their own feelings! Not when my Master is around."
The begging, pleading note in her voice, and the honest eyes, looking up at him left him with no doubt that she meant every word she said -- and caused his cock to try to burst through the confinement of his jeans.
Lucifer struck her again, and again and a third time in rapid succession, making her cry out in lust and pain.
"Phew, this is thirsty work," he said and turned to Emma who was still staring hard at the naked, bound, helpless girl.
Her large, pretty eyes were full of desire, and her hand was rubbing her pussy through her short skirt, though her conscious mind wasn't aware of that.
"Emma?" Lucifer asked, trying to get through her aroused stupor.
No reaction.
"Granger?!" he tried again, and she gave a little jerk as he finally made contact.
Her hand was immediately removed from the front of her skirt and she looked sheepishly at Lucifer.
"Yes?"
"Go get my glass of wine, will you? I'm thirsty..."
'Why doesn't he just sum---' Emma nodded eagerly and left, removing her thoughts.
When she was gone, Lucifer turned to Hermione.
"She shouldn't be too hard to train, do you think?" he asked her, suddenly speaking to her as an equal, "she certainly likes the whip well enough, and she didn't seem to mind getting told what to do..."
Hermione gave him a proud, beautiful smile, "you can turn any part of me into your slave, Master," she declared honestly, "I'm just glad I'm your first."
"Me too," he replied and gently stroked her soft hair, "me too."
Their intimate moment, however, lasted only 'till Lucifer heard running footsteps.
Then he swung the whip again, across her upper-back this time.
Hermione wasn't prepared at all and screamed her pain out.
Her back wasn't as padded as her arse but then again, it was supposed to be a punishment...
The pain was strong to the poor girl but the arousal it caused was equally so.
'God, if only he would fuck me!' she thought mournfully.
A constant scorching pain gradually arose from her back and arse was intensified every time the whip struck her.
Emma heard own scream through the open door, and hurried into the room.
She knew she should feel sorry for the girl-- she clearly didn't love that last stroke, it sounded like it really hurt -- but all she could think of was that she had missed it!
Missed seeing Hermione's face contract in pain and hear her cry out.
She was carrying Lucifer's glass and the bottle of wine.
She hadn't thought about bringing one for herself, she just wanted to complete her task and get back into the room.
Lucifer noticed this instantly and filed it away for further use -- to him it screamed out submissiveness on Emma's part, and as such it was a good sign...
"Here you go," Emma said breathlessly and handed him the still half-filled glass.
Lucifer smiled thanks at her and emptied it in one, fast sip.
"No rest for the wicked," he muttered and swung the whip again.
Emma gasped, and Hermione moaned, and all three felt the rush of arousal as the whip once again connected with her skin.
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