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Kari\'s Gift	By : Talonias Category: Digimon > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 13643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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T.K. slept well that night, though, his dreams were full of lustful thoughts, and spinning ideas that haunted his mind. He tossed and turned through dream after dream, seeing himself and Kari locked into a dozen different positions. He woke up early next morning, and rose from his bed. He'd almost managed to convince himself that it was all just a dream when he saw her there. Walking into the living room, he spotted his friend laying sprawled out on the couch. He had given her some blankets, but during the night she had been turning as well, and now one of her legs was sticking out at just the right angle that his eyes could follow it all the way up. He started. Realising that the events of yesterday were not in fact some wondrous dream, but reality that had really happened, and really come upon him.

He felt his penis harden in his pants as he looked at her, his hands twitched to pull the cover just a little bit and see her whole body. See it again, he corrected himself. Last night returning in a jumble of memories. Kari's promise rang in his ears, and he remembered the feel of her body against his hands. T.K. smiled. He had nowhere to be today, so they'd be able to make the most of the time they had together.

The nervousness he had felt yesterday was returning a bit, but not with as much force as he might have thought it would. The exhilaration of what he had managed to do, and how much they had both enjoyed it was more than enough to swamp the nameless worry. T.K. watched the soft rise and fall of Kari's chest, the motion of her breathing pushing the edges of the blanket in such a minuet manner. He found himself wishing that she would turn, and let it fall off, but then laughed to himself for thinking such a thing. After all, last night she had danced naked for him, and now he was sitting here wishing that her blanket would slide off her body? He could just reach over and do it himself!

But he didn't. Kari looked...peaceful lying at rest on the bed. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing deeply. There was no tension to her muscles. She looked angelic, he thought. It would be a shame to get her up so soon. Let her sleep. They could spend the whole day doing what they wanted later. For now, she deserved a rest.

Besides, it would give him some time to think about what they could do next. T.K. moved to the other side of the room, and sat himself down on the chair by the window. He searched the small table beside it for a moment before coming away with a book that he had been reading lately. Nothing very interesting, to be honest, but it had been a way to kill time. It was about a detective who discovered folklore, or was it about a detective who was folklore? He wasn't really sure. He'd not been paying much heed to it.

Nor was he really doing so now, truth be told. T.K. knew well enough that he was merely reading it to distract himself from Kari. Her every move, her every breath made him want to gaze at her full body, to watch her from afar even if he had decided not to wake her himself. He felt the lust rising through his body, but refused to give heed to it. Yeah, Kari had told him that she would do what he wanted, but that didn't excuse acting like a creep about it. T.K. prided himself on trying to do right by others. So long as Kari was enjoying this little game he'd go along with it – no, he'd be ecstatic about it. But roleplaying aside, he wasn't here to force her to do something, and eyeing her while she was asleep felt too much like disregarding her as a person.

He might have laughed again save that he feared he would wake her up. A naked girl in his house who had promised to do whatever debauched task he set her, and here he was worried about looking at her while she was asleep! T.K. sighed and turned the page, staring without comprehension at the words which covered the page. His mind was turning, thinking, planning for the next day. What could he do with her? What could he do to her? T.K. wasn't going to lie to himself. Being in charge was good. It made him feel this little tingle of energy every time she did what he told her. Part of him never wanted it to end, and the other part knew that it must. For he did not want to come to regard her as a thing. She was his friend, and one of the oldest friends he had. This was why that part of him that could feel such a thrill in her willing subjugation was both exciting and worrying to the rest of him. Did it make him a bad person that he enjoyed this sort of thing? But if so, didn't Kari enjoy it as well? So long as things didn't become real, wasn't that reason enough to keep going if they both wanted to? But how close to real would it come before crossing that threshold? He had already told her that he would stop reminding her she could say no. He'd done it because it ruined the feel of it, ruined the fun of it. Did that make it wrong? Had he done it for himself or for both of them?

You're over-thinking things. He told himself. That was always your problem. Kari was the one who set this in motion, and it isn't as though you didn't give her every chance to back out. She still can if she wants! Anything she does, she does by choice. There's no need to be sitting here waxing philosophical about whether or not you're the bad guy.

He'd put the worries away, he decided. Until the end of the weekend, when Kari would end their game. Then, he could ask her how she had felt about it, and decide what that meant for the future. For both of them. For now, he was going to have fun with it. He was going to make sure that both of them had fun with it. The first step to doing that was to plan out the rest of the day. Yesterday had been fun, but it had also been spontaneous. T.K. wanted to keep things new, and to keep them interesting. There was plenty more that they could do together, but in it was just for the weekend, he wanted it to be memorable.

His mind was awash with ideas, many of them inspired by his dreams during the night. Ropes, candles, belts and leather, wasn't that the normal image of this sort of thing? He'd never paid too much attention to it before. Though, the thought of Kari's body bound in rope certainly had an appeal to it...

All right then, he knew what he would do. Kari still owed him that penalty from last night. He'd have to have some other game ready for her when she woke up. He wanted it to be something with a bit of a kick to it, though. Something that she would remember, and somehow just another round of something that they had already done wasn't quite going to do it.

I could always tell her to go to bed with me. He thought slowly. Or to give me a blowjob or something. Those were tempting, but the second one didn't quite cut it, and the first...T.K. felt the blood rush to his face at the thought. His dick hardened inside his pants, and he felt a warmth sweep through him.

His mouth was dry, but he slowly gave a minuet shake of his head as though to dislodge the thought. Not yet. Not quite yet, He didn't want to go that far... Well, he did. But at the same time, he didn't. It was complicated. He'd see how far she would go first. Yes, that was it. He wanted to see how far she would go...

Suddenly, he had an idea, and T.K. felt the beginning of a smile worm its way across his face. Excitement pounded in his chest. He'd need supplies. Things that he didn't have around the house, for obvious reasons. The shops would be open, wouldn't they? Of course they would, and he had some spare cash.

But what about Kari? He turned back to her sleep forming, languishing on the couch with a look of perfect innocence. Her lithe body just visible enough beneath the sheet that he felt his blood rising. He couldn't just leave her like that, could he?

Thinking quickly, T.K. snatched up a piece of paper from the table and a pen. After a moment, he started to write.

Kari

I am going to be out for a while when you wake up. I've gone to get some things that we can use. In the meantime, I want you to go to room in the far left, across the way from the bedroom. There is a study there, where I work when I need a computer. There is a web cam set up to it. You can use this to record footage. Make sure the computer is not connected to the net first, and then-

T.K. paused, licking his lips in thought, the pen raised inches from the paper. What could he have her do? He thought for a moment, playing a dozen scenarios through in his mind before he decided on something that he would want to see.

I want you to perform your penalty for losing our game last night. Just what you do is up to you, but make sure that it is enough to count or else I'll have to add even more penalties in the future.

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“Well, T.K. here I am.” Kari said, standing in front of the old-looking desktop. It was a study looking thing, though aged a fair bit. It was nevertheless quite functional, and sat atop the desk by the side of the screen there was the glinting head of a web-cam. Kari had made sure to unplug it from the internet, both wired and wireless, and now she stood nervously in front of it with the chair pressed all the way back to the wall.

There was a hint of red to her face as she peered into that blinking green light which indicated the camera was on. For some minutes now, she had been wondering just what she could do to fulfil T.K's orders left in the form of the note. She didn't know when he could be back, and she wanted to have something for him then. If she didn't, he might punish her. She enjoyed that thought for a moment, feeling the heat in her lower self grow.

“I'm not quite sure what to show you.” She went on. “I mean, you've already seen me do...you know what. So I've been sitting here thinking for a while. So I thought I might tell you some stories. Oh god, this is so embarrassing.” She laughed for a moment. “I'm standing here naked talking to a camera. You better not show this to anyone.”

She cleared her throat, and went on. “Okay, so this is the story of how I decided I want to...to have sex with Sora in front of you. It started a few weeks ago, when we were visiting that old pool not far from here..”

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“Hey Kari.” Sora had said, rapping smartly on the door of the changing cubicle.

“Sora, I've not seen you in weeks!”

“Yeah...” The other girl said with a sultry frown. “I've been kind of busy.” She tossed her red hair from side to side with a shake of her head. Kari smiled. Sora was always so free-spirited and happy. The older girl was something of a role-model to her.

“I heard that you were coming to the pool today.” Sora said. “Thought I might join you for a bit of fun. None of the boys decided to come?”

“No.”

“That's a pity.”

“Yeah.” Kari replied with feeling. She had been hoping that T.K. at least would have showed up when she gave them the invitation.

“Oh? That's pretty empathic.” Sora smirked. “Not wishing one of them was going to see you in your swimming suit, were you?”

“W-what?” Kari spluttered, her face going red. “Of course not!”

“Haha! Your face says otherwise!” Sora grinned. “So who was it? Who did you want to show off to? Davis or T.K?”

“I-”

“No, wait.” She held up a hand. “It'll be funnier if I just guess later.”

“I-Just-What do you want?” Kari spluttered, causing Sora to suppress yet another giggle at her friend's distress.

“All the changing rooms are taken.” She explained. “I was hoping that you'd let me use yours.”

“Of course.” Kari said. “But isn't that a bit...?”

“We're both girls, right? It's fine!”

With that, Sora pushed through the door, with a flash of her coppery hair, she was inside. Kari sighed, and closed the door, making sure to bolt it. The floor of the changing room was tiled, and the scent of the swimming pool could just be made out wafting towards them from further into the building. The changing room, well, more like cubicle, was rather large but broken down the middle by a pillar which rose up towards the roof. A bench ringed the rest of the room, save the space where the door stood. Around, there was the muted stillness of people busy ignoring each other, and now or then, a cough from the rooms to either side of them.

Sora moved first, stripping off her top without a moment of delay. Her upper body was toned and lithe; Sora played sports, particularly tennis. Her breasts were actually rather small, as was common in many female athletes, but they were also perky. Well toned from years of exercise. Sora's nipples curved slightly upwards. Her copper hair cascading down her naked upper half. Her belly was toned, her body legs long and lightly muscled.

“What's the matter?” She said, turning to look at her friend. “Are you comparing us?”

“Maybe a little...” Kari admitted. “You're just so...” She gestured helplessly. “Good looking.”

“Hah.” She grinned. “That what years of sports will do for you. But you have a pretty good thing going for you as well, Kari. You have that whole ''girl next door'' look. Guys love that innocence.”

“Maybe.” She said, thinking of T.K's smiling face. “But it doesn't seem to be working so far...”

“Not getting noticed, eh?” Sora said. “I can relate. Took me ages to get this perfect.” She flashed a grin, to show Kari she was joking. “I wasn't always a goddess, you know.”

Kari began to take off her top, pulling it slowly over her head. She could feel Sora's gaze raising goose-pimples across her naked skin, but went on anyway. Sora hadn't minded when Kari had seen her half-naked, right? The other way round was only fair. She took her top off, and folded it neatly, putting it in the bag she'd brought. Then, she unhooked her bra, and paused for a moment before slipping that off as well. The cold air of the changing room hit her like a truck, and she stopped to adjust before removing any more clothes.

Sora had already slipped out of her skirt, and was not standing in her panties and socks. Her legs were long, and sun-touched. Tanned from the many times she'd played in her short skirt. She stood there for a single moment, and then shivered.

“I bet they make it this cold on purpose.” She muttered. “Where the hell did I put my swim wear before I freeze to death and-”

There was a beep from her bag, and Sora paused. She dug out her phone, and frowned at the screen.

“Sora? What is it?”

“Bad timing.” Her friend replied with a frown. “It's my boyfriend, you see.”

“What's he want?” Kari asked. “That doesn't sound like you like him very much.”

“Oh, it's nothing like that.” Sora said. “I mean, I'm not sure if I should say buuuut I guess it could help you in your own affairs. The two of us made a bet on the winner of a certain sport event. If I won, he'd have to take me out to dinner nice and properly.”

“And if he won?”

“Eh.” Sora blushed for a moment, averting her eyes for a split second as she explained. “I'd have to send him a picture and masturbate every time he sent me a text.”

“What.”

“Yeah...” Sora said, rubbing the back of her head. “It's kind of a game we play sometimes. It's nothing serious or anything, but it's good fun, you know? The risk adds to it. Problem is, he wants me to do it right now, and if I don't, he's likely to think up a forfeit.”

“Right here and now?”

“Yep. You don't mind do you?”

“I...I don't know what to say!”

“It's just part of being in a relationship. You have to think up fun things to do while you're young. Maybe if you tried something like this with T.K. he'd be more open to you?”

“Sora!” Kari blushed furiously. “It's not like that!”

“It could be.” Her friend promised. “Every boy likes to see a naked girl.” She paused. “Well, most of them at least. Actually, if you're here, that makes things better. I can do things I couldn't do alone.”

“What do you mean by that?” Kari asked nervously. “You don't want me to...?”

“No, of course not. Not unless you're into that sort of thing. Just be ready to help me outside of the camera's view.”

Sora moved to her back, rummaging around it for a moment. Kari watched, unsure if what she was seeing was even real. Was Sora really doing this? After a moment, her friend came away from the bag, holding some things that made Kari blush even more furiously than before.

“Handcuffs?”

“It's what he likes.” She defended. “And I don't mind 'em either.”

“What's that other thing in your hand?” Kari asked, though, she had a sinking feeling that she already knew. “It's not what I think it is, is it?”

“It's a vibrator.” Sora said, a tint of red at her cheeks. She straightened up, and forced herself to speak boldly. “They're pretty fun, you know. Have you tried one, Kari?”

“N-no!” She squeaked. “I've never had anything like that done to me!”

“You might like it.” Sora said. “You really don't have to help me if you don't want to, but I could use the help.”

“I...Ugh. Fine, I'll do it.” Kari said with a frown. “But only because there are no other changing rooms and I don't want you trying to do this out in the open or anything.”

As she finished talking, Kari's eyes were drawn to the object in Sora's hand. The vibrator was a thin white model, bullet-headed, designed to be pressed up against the clitoris. She'd never been this close to one before, and suddenly she felt her nakedness all the more strongly. She wondered what it would feel like to have it used on her. Though, she'd never admit it to anyone, she'd watched porn where they were used on women, and it seemed to be enjoyable for them. She wondered what it would be like to have it pressed against her, to feel it between the folds of her pussy. Hard and thick, or maybe thin and flexible? The sensation as it began to move, rolling across her body. The motion between her legs, the growing pleasure.

She shook her head. Telling herself to stop daydreaming before Sora noticed.

Sora moved past her friend, and stood with her back pressed to the pillar which rose into the roof of the building.

“This is a bit convoluted, I'll need your help for it.” She said. “But if it works, it'll be great. Okay, firstly can you take the handcuffs, and secure my writs behind the pillar?”

Kari did as she was asked, taking the handcuffs (They were slightly fuzzy, she noticed.) From the hands of her friend. Sora's arm felt a bit cold as Kari took hold of it, but the older girl didn't resist. Kari pulled her hand over, so that it was behind the support strut, and then did the same for the next one. She felt her breath catching in her throat, and she still couldn't quite believe that she was doing it.

She snapped the handcuffs into place, capturing Sora's arms behind her back, around the pillar. The older girl pulled once or twice, testing to see if it was strong. Then, she nodded. “That's perfect, Kari.”

Kari stepped back, coming around to face her friend again. With her limbs forced behind her back, Sora's chest was pushed slightly forwards, diverting the eyes to her breasts, the nipples of which stood defiantly as a result of the cold in the room. Sora was standing with her arms wrapped around the pillar at her back, her feet pressed close together. She wore only her panties now. Lacy black things that Kari suspected were probably chosen for something like this.

“That's-” Sora pulled against the handcuffs once more, trying to work them loose. “That's good. Okay, now. Work my panties down a bit, would you?”

Shivering slightly, Kari moved to do as she was asked. Sora's skin felt cold against her hands, her arm brushed against her friend's thigh as she reached for the fabric. With careful hands, Kari drew the garments down, revealing Sora's most private spot. Kari couldn't help but look, even as she did this. After all, she'd compared herself to other girls many times, but never before had she gotten the chance to do so so directly. Sora's lower self was somewhat more delicate than her own. Her labia finer, and smaller. But at the same time, Kari couldn't help but notice that Sora was already wet; and she baulked at seeing another girl in this state.

Sora smiled, but there was a hint of embarrassment to her voice as she spoke. “Sorry, Kari. Never been like this with another girl before. Kind of new.”

At Sora's instructions, Kari took the vibrator (wondering at the feel of it in her hand) and wedged it against the bottom inside of her panties, so that the head was nestled right between her legs. Sora spread her legs as far as they could go while standing up, and barely made a sound as she felt the plastic head of the toy nuzzling against her labia.

“Th-there's a remote control in the bag. Get it, and my phone as well. Set the phone to video and record, then...” Sora took a deep breath, as though steeling herself for what would come next. “Then, turn it on.”

Kari did as she was asked, totally aware of her own nakedness from the waist up. She couldn't quite believe what was happening, and yet at the same time, she didn't seem to have the power to stop herself. She was being carried along by Sora's energy, constantly wanting to see what would happen next. She couldn't help it.

Kari turned back to her friend, the phone in one hand. She pointed the camera at Sora, and paused for one last moment. She felt nervousness working up inside her, the disbelief that this was truly going on.

With an effort of will, she pressed down on the button to the remote control of the vibrator. Instantly, she heard a low whine as the machine kicked into life. She panicked, wondering if someone would hear them, but none did.

Sora took a deep breath as the whine started, the vibrator at her lower self starting to hum with motion. Her eyes were pressed closed, and Kari saw that she was biting her lip. This was the only change for the moment, save that her friend's face was flushed with red.

Kari stood, holding the camera. Watching as a slow change started to come over the other Digi-Destined. Slowly, almost unwillingly, Sora began to move. Mostly just pushing her chest forwards and backwards. Drawing the eye even more to her firm, but small breasts. Her body glistened, sweat, Kai realised. It was gleaming on her as she did her best to endure the torment.

“Urgh...” Sora started to make soft sounds, like strangled grunts. Kari watched, feeling her own arousal become embarrassingly high. Her hands were still chained behind the pillar, Sora couldn't hide herself as her pussy continued to moisten, the vibrator gently pushing against it. Each of her motions was in tune with the buzzing machine. She grunted with each move, the motion of the toy sending waves of shock running through her body.

Sora writhed; the movements showing off her body to good effect. Her neck turned and twisted, her chest heaved, sending her breasts forward, her chest hammered as she inhaled deeply, gasping again and again as the pleasure peaked.

Sora's eyes were pressed tightly closed. Kari's free hand fell slowly to her waist, almost on its own, she felt it push into her trousers. Her fingers uncurling, and pulling her panties aside. Oh god, was she really playing with herself here? Why couldn't she stop? The scene had captured her; Sora was groaning now, her breath coming quickly. Her pussy was soaking, and she was having a hard time remaining on her feet. With each passing moment, she trembled, her nipples had hardened. Her legs unsteady.

What was it like? Kari wondered, to be so helpless, totally in the power of someone else. She stroked her lower lips, feeling her hand brush against herself, and gritting her teeth so that she didn't make a sound.

Sora's legs folded suddenly, falling to her knees. The impact might have jolted the vibrator from its precarious position, but by luck it didn't. Instead, it was driven more deeply into the girl, penetrating her suddenly.

Sora moaned, her eyes still closed. She writhed, feeling it inside her. Her rapid-breathing increased, but the handcuffs prevented her from fixing it. She was trapped there, on the floor with the vibrator purring away. Her legs tried to cross themselves, sweat beaded her body and Kari could only watch on. Each of Sora's breaths was in the form of a sharp gasp now, her eyes forced so tightly closed against the rising feeling in her lower body.

Sora groaned suddenly, climaxing before her eyes. A shudder seemed to run through her whole being, a shiver of movement starting in the folds of her lower self, and moving through the rest of her like a wave of force. Kari blushed; seeing the sheer power of the sensation that was overtaking her friend.

Kari's own hands were still at her lower lips, playing with herself furiously now, though, the touch of her fingers brought shame as well as pleasure.

She saw her friend's back arch, for though she had climaxed, the machine continued to whine away as it played with her lower self. Sora was hopeless and helpless, her hands bound, all she could do was to sit and endure.

Kari's legs started to feel weak, her own gentle ministrations bringing herself close to the edge. Should she turn it off now? She was still holding the camera with one hand, the other playing with herself. She knew that she should turn it off, but her imagination was running wild. Spurred on by the excitement of watching the show, she knew there was so much more she could do. She could refuse to let Sora up until she'd satisfied her as well. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, so unlike her, and yet the feeling of power...

Or she could confess to Sora, and then what would happen? Would Sora want to punish her, for taking pleasure in this scene? Would it be her chained to the pillar next, the machine buzzing as it drove her to the brink of madness? Her pussy exposed to the world, with Sora filming it for blackmail later?

The thought almost brought a moan to her lips, forced back at the very last second. She almost felt the buzz of the vibrator between her thighs; the bit of the cuffs as they held her hands behind the pillar. She would be completely exposed, blushing and ashamed, trying to turn away and not see the glare of the camera even as she felt it across every inch of bared skin.

Would Sora set the phone down against the wall, angled so that it could see her while she moved behind to help set the scene? Would Kari feel her hands at her breasts; the shock of her touch sending shivers down the younger girl's spine? Her hands covering Kari's breasts, tweaking the nipples between her fingers, and making her moan, and beg for forgiveness?

Kari shuddered, the thought somehow refusing to pass from her mind. There was a gravity to it; an attraction she couldn't deny, though she would certainly try if anyone were to ask. The feel of Sora's warm hands upon her chest, the excited motion of the vibrator between her legs. The knowledge of absolute and utter helplessness which she couldn't help but be enthralled by.

Kari climaxed suddenly; screwing her eyes shut in the intense burst of feeling which radiated from her loins. She gasped, and immediately went silent,t horrified that Sora might have heard her. But she hadn't – her friend was still trapped in her own world. With shaking legs, Kari fell into a sitting position, feeling the last of the pleasure shift slowly through her body.

She had been more turned on by thoughts of captivity and slavery than she had when her own fingers were stroking her clit, she realised. What did that say about her? Would she...would she really enjoy something like that? Sora seemed to, and Kari had always respected the older girl as a sister figure of sorts.

And she did want to catch T.K's eye....

_

“-And that's how it happened.” Kari finished, aware that she was not quite red in the face. “After I untied Sora, and we went swimming, I came back home and thought about it, and decided that I wanted to do something like that with you. S-so that's where this all began.”

She took a deep breath.

“But I bet you want me to do something as well, right? Not just stand here talking about it. W-well, the story I told you has gotten me all worked up again...”

Her hand went to her lower self slowly. Even brushing against it gently brought a sharp spike of sensation to her.

“You've already seen this, but I hope that when taken along with the story it counts as a fair punishment. I wouldn't want to run afoul of you again.” She smiled, and began to carefully work with herself in front of the camera.

It was going to be a very busy day, she suspected.
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