Heather's Pick-Up Service WIP
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"Have a kinky friend who needs a nice, long, SURPRISE vacation? Sure, they may not be willing at first, but they'll be begging to stay once we're done with them! We offer personalised escapes, for a multitude of fetishes - For a wide variety of "vacation" options - Visit us at (suspicious-kinky-website-name also appears on screen) to hear more about our services. 24/7/365 pick-up, same-day services, extended vacations (On screen: Days? Weeks? Months? We have it all!), and attentive staff; who are excited to provide the most extensive vacation experience money can buy. Group discounts available! Ask about our budget vacations at (suspicious-kinky-website-name)!"
(Person 1, arch enemy of person 2 thinks they sign up person 2 for the ultimate package, ends up accidentally signing themselves up, and can only be saved by person 2)
Heather swore her ad-blocking add-ons worked, but she was just tired enough, and in just the right mood to let her mind wander upon the possibilities. The advertisement was vague enough to have her Google the site, but she didn't realise it was rather specific enough to catch her interest. Ads were fueled by powerful machines now-a-days, so she didn't think anything of it, and went about scouring the offered website.
A more innocent user would never traversed even half as deep as Heather did, but she was proudly kinky - Though it's not really as if her friends even tried to contest it. Hell, they hardly knew about it! Though if they had, they might have stopped the kinkster from signing up for this ridiculous service. The website wasn't particularly detailed in the legal aspects - It was a lot of fluff, frankly. Heather knew this, but continued on anyways, just to get a giggle out of the options...maybe even the price? Surely it was beyond reason?
It took a quick click over to her bank-account to realise it wasn't. Of course, this money was only partially earned by her - Whilst she did play an important part of the group she was a part of, and all the members treated her respectfully, she knew deep-down she'd never have the guts to do what they did. Her team consisted of professional bank-robbers, and she was the driver. There was a dynamic to it. She could never ernestly hold a gun to someone's face, let alone anything her partners did after that, but she was a DAMN good driver - Her father was an award-winning racecar driver, whom had helped her along from a very early age, and even souped up the car she used, but it had never really been spotted by police or news crews, because of how plain it looked.
Her thought wasn't on the next heist though, it was on the extensive list before her. Jeesh! The website was a little clunky, with nice graphics, but she started to feel a lot more hesitant about signing up, because it possibly had TOO many options - Something she never thought would have been a problem, but the site was quite thorough. After clicking submit, the website brought her to a quick run-down of the service - Simple, minimally-worded statements that reflected the idea of each and every option, and it all ended with a "Will you have your revenge?" button. It almost felt like a comic! Heather carefully purused the simplified document before her - She didn't necessarily doubt the company, but kind-of wanted to mentally record what would happen to her nemesis.
They had known and hated each other since as long as they could remember. Almost-regular fisticuffs. Birthday parties ruined. Aggrivating pranks from both parties. Graduation ceremonies up in flame, sometimes literally. Their parents had no actual qualm between families, but realised they had to keep the two as far away from each other as possible, though neither really had the money to move away or to home-school - So there the two girls were, torturing each other as often and as cruelly as possible. Nobody quite knew why, and more than once, both girls started to question the reason for having a nemesis, but rage was nearly instanteous upon eye-contact.
They, however, were adults now. Long having moved out of their parents place, and even to try sparing themselves, moved to different states, but as far as Heather was concerned, Katie could never be far enough away - And she knew the feeling was mutual. Or at least she would. Heather clicked the go-ahead on the initial confirmation of how "surprise vacation" would go down, skimmed the legal document that emphasized that this was "for play" between consenting adults and blah blah blah, skip! The price page landed, and it was an absolute hay-maker to the wallet, but the price for the ultimate revenge was boundless, in her mind. Of course, the page brought up a detailed, 'are you sure?' pop-up that required a click-through, and also offered a quick glance of the 'highlights' of the so-called "surprise vacation". *CLICK* Heather squealed with joy. It drained most of her ill-gotten savings, but she knew Katie would never be able to counter such an ordeal!
In celebration, and longing arousal at the idea of what would be done to Katie, Heather opened up the bottom drawer of her night-stand and briefly pushing some fetish clothing out of the way, drew out her three-pronged dildo-vibrator, and excitedly began to smear a little lube on the third prong. Rather plain, black and full-bottomed panties pulled aside - The covers were tossed off, laptop set on her bed so she could see, and with one leg curled back, she nuzzled the longest prong against her eagerly wet slit. It didn't take much to slip it down mid-way and slide several inches into her pussy. An unexpected shudder rippled through her body, but it only made her squeeze the tip of the shaft that was slowly pushing deeper and spreading her out wide around its thick tip. Heather moved intentionally slow, not because the dildo was too big, but because it brought a friend that she used her off-hand to squeeze into her ass. It was thinner than the original prong, but more textured, and nearly as long, so as to fit well with the dildo invading Heather's wet pussy. With a low moan, and a squealy gasp, the two prongs sank deeper and deeper, until there was no more rubber for Heather to push into herself - Which meant the last prong brushed over her clit! Her favourite part.
The Trident, as Heather called it, was her most favourite toy. It not only ran triple-duty, but the semi-stiff curved rubber holding all three prongs was reasonably thin, capable of being impressively flush with her body, and was as powerful or as weak as she wanted it - With a surprisingly high level of discreetness. She had more than once worn it to the beach, to the pool, and even in her panties around in public. It would have certainly been a fantastic buy like that, but it went a step further - Remote control! While it did actually come with a wireless remote control, plenty of options too, but there was nothing compared to the kinkiness of the phone app. Up-to-date safety software, fan-made 'schedules', and a much wider variety of control allowed for even the kinkiest mind to find something new and different each time it played around. Though she had half-a-mind to tease herself for another hour and reach an incredible bliss, she decided that a reward was in order, and tapped through the quick-access menu - A fan-made option that provided single-tap, no-nonsense modes...Unless you wanted nonsense! Not tonight though. Heather clicked the aply worded, "Cum Hard" button. Not used too often, because she generally liked to tease herself, or bind herself and get frustrated with the pulsing vibrations that could practically keep her on edge for an hour! A final glance at the plugged-in phone, Heather put it on her night-stand to avoid losing it within the throes of passion; squirming into the rubber bedding that consisted of only a bottom and top sheet, as well as a pillow-case, and counted with the on-screen count-down. Five...four...three...two...one...
Bzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzt. From a deep sleep, Katie perked her head up and looked around confusedly, then spied the blink of her phone - Signaling her with a red flash, something was wrong. Eyes squinting in the sudden brightness of her phone, but then suddenly flaring wide when she read what the alert was about. It was a program that she wrote, though not specifically for this purpose, it certainly came in handy! It was an alert system whenever someone used her real address online. Katie didn't even use that for deliveries, or anything really. She changed addresses so many times, that she occasionally even used old ones for shits and giggles! Only her immediate family knew her current one, and apparently, so did one other person.
It took a second for her sleep-raddled mind to realise it was not some false-flag spam, but rather, a genuine purchase of nearly 6-digits, and whilst the vague company name was unsurprisingly unfamiliar, her little program provided a little more detail - Mainly, the name and address of the person who committed to the purchase. Katie furrowed her brows and frowned. Surely Heather didn't have this money, did she? And if so, WHY would she spend that much? And at that, on what? Katie's mind was racing, fully awake now, and jumping over to her computer to start searching this seemingly false company name up.
Katie was, without a doubt, the smarter of the two...At least in terms of schooling. Heather hated her for it, but at the same time, Katie couldn't stand how good Heather was with people, and vehicles, and just society in general - Envious that such a deviant could float in and out of anything without issue, making clearly large sums of ill-gotten money without having an actual job, but Katie hammered away in her home-office. Sure, she wasn't technically employed by any one company, but she was on-call 24/7 for ( ........................ ), and made a pretty good living, even if it did mean getting up at random hours.
"I don't know what this is you little cunt, but it's sure as hell not getting delivered here." Katie spoke aloud to herself, a common occurrence. Several clicks and key-strokes later, Katie had managed to switch Heather's address for her own, and inserted a fake one for Heather - Leaving the unsuspecting get-away driver with what Katie only assumed was an unwelcome gift, while removing her actual address from the situation altogether. It took some searching, but Katie soon found out what the shell-company name was connected to, and started to look deeper into just exactly what they offered. It actually came as quite a shock - Katie wasn't a prude, but a brief skim of the website Heather had used for whatever this whole deal was, was certainly nothing Katie could have even imagined!
Though she soon found herself leaning in towards the flat-screen monitor, using one hand to scroll around and click, whilst the other had slipped into her bikini-styled panties and started to get a little more serious. A toy would be too messy on the chair, so Katie slid her butt forward and leaned back - Curling her fingers to slip into her wet slit, and starting to quickly thrust in and out - The panties clinging to the back of the hand as they were stretched out repeatedly. Initially, Katie had self-muted her moans, but she diligently started nudging her clit out of hiding and rolling it in small circles with her other hand whilst the original moved to three fingers at a slightly faster pace. No neighbours lived close enough to hear her, the whole intention of living as far away from civilization as high-speed internet allowed, but she was still quite shy - Though when she started to move into how the captive would be bound, how they were to be dressed before they were first used...She squealed out suddenly in ecstasy. Cut off sharply, with a hefty blush from Katie, but it didn't stop her. With both hands too busy to keep awkwardly rolling the mouse-wheel the back of her hand, she remained on a flashy page of one of the options - Even having no particular interest in it herself, her imagination and sleepiness ran wild and hallucinated Heather into the captive girl in the picture. In the middle of two guys and a stern looking woman, stringently bound in a black rubber bodysuit-turned-straitjacket, with a matching hood that only appeared to have a built-in ring-gag of some sort - The woman had a painful-looking grip on Heather's head, forcing her deep into her crotch, and presumably making Heather eat her out - While the two guys were mid-thrust into both pussy and asshole - One lying underneath, forcing Heather to ride him with his hands cupping her ass-cheeks, while the other was slamming into her ass from behind on his knees - Hands gripping Heather's hands, that were forcibly hugging her. The image a little edited to increase the shimmer of juices, but the look on the face of Heather was real...At least in Katie's horny imagination. All the others involved wore rubber hoods too, but they had nose and eye holes. An accidental bump of the mouse rolled the cursor over an almost identical option, though the image briefly flashed the model, it was quickly Heather again in Katie's imagination, and this time, the woman was plugging Heather's mouth with a thick, hot pink dildo.
Katie had very little experience with images like these, let alone actually doing any of it, but it brought her to one of the most powerful orgasms she could remember. No longer worried about making a mess in the bliss of her body's orgasmic glow, she let her panties soak in the juices, and let her hands slip off to her sides, one dripping juices while the other was clearly wet too.