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Consciousness trickled in, slowly, like a controlled pour of honey or water or sand. The first sensation that Shreya registered was a warm velvet surface below her, a blanket or covering with such a luxuriously deep pile that most furs would make a meagre comparison. The second thing she registered was that she was still trying to blink her eyes open.
Her first confused twitch gave her the awareness of bands wrapping and securing her wrists and ankles, and a kind of prickly mesh across her breasts, and something hard between her legs...
"Oh, Shreya, you're so beautiful like that," said - Eli - who was the face hovering above hers when Shreya finally got her eyes open. "Isn't she wonderful? You've outdone yourself, Katrina."
A distant demurring murmur.
"Uh," said Shreya.
Eli reached out to stroke Shreya's cheek lightly. "The sleep spell might have been a little strong - sorry. You remember I had this fantasy about waking you up to something really special? So, well, Katrina helped me out. We did account for you being a little groggy, but... I'll wait a moment for you to catch up."
Grinning a little nervously, she stepped back, suiting actions to words, and Shreya tipped her head forward to follow the movement. Elli, she realized, was completely naked. As she stepped back, she bumped into Professor Harrington - no, Katrina - whose bare arms went around her and who sucked a kiss mark into Eli's ear.
Something felt... strange...
"Are you with us, my lovely?"
Something felt ... right ... about Eli's brilliant smile. About Shreya's hot, talented, magickally powerful girlfriend exploring fantasies with her. Of course they'd discussed this. Of course. Shreya smiled back, and did her best to rise to the occasion, despite the restraints.
"Always, my dear."
"Oh good." Eli stepped forward again. "I'm going to make you feel so good you can't stand it, and as a thank you for helping me set this up so nicely, Katrina gets to eat me out. Unless we decide something different halfway through. But you are staying right there and letting us pamper you."
"I do like a bit of a lie-in..." Shreya murmured, playing along.
"Exactly," smirked Eli. "Now let me explain all the tools of this little experience. Your restraints are anemone velvet, so they'll slide against your skin but not let you budge an inch - try it -" Shreya did - "and Katrina tells me this mesh is very cleverly designed so that when you squirm underneath it, all the little hooks will come out. Will you try it for me?"
Shreya gambled, "Why don't you give me a reason to squirm?"
"Delightful," Professor Harrington said. "I do like your girlfriend, Eli."
A clear thought came - Yes. My girlfriend, not yours. Why is she here? - and then Eli, laughing approvingly, clamped her hands down over the bindings on Shreya's wrists and kissed her, and the thought fled away.
It was a good kiss. It drove most thoughts away. When Eli finally broke it, pulling away, Shreya tried to follow her up, and then the mesh lit up her breasts and belly with a hundred tiny pin pricks, not quite breaking the skin, promising more.
"Ack!"
"Fuck, that look on your face. You sweet thing," Eli said, possessively fond. She knelt beside whatever it was Shreya was lying on - it felt harder than a bed, a lot softer than a table, and was maybe the height of a futon - and stroked down Shreya's further side. "Let's do this. Katrina?"
Katrina came into view and then disappeared. Eli shifted, but all the while her eyes were locked on Shreya's. Eli's mouth parted in a gasp, and then she smirked, and then she said, "Right back to you, my lovely," and bent to kiss Shreya again. Her hand roamed up and down Shreya's body, sometimes across skin, which was simply soothing, sometimes across the mesh, which dug into her with kitten claws and made her writhe, and sometimes down to Shreya's cunt, where she played with Shreya's increasingly wet bush.
"You want this in you now," Eli said, nudging with the object between Shreya's legs, "don't you?"
Everything felt fine. Shreya was extremely amenable to this.
"You don't mind if I leave your cunt free, do it? I love getting my fingers into you." Eli adjusted the angle of the toy, nosing it as Shreya's ass.
She claimed Shreya's mouth again before Shreya could answer, and her elbow's pressure across the mesh caused it to clamp down at a dozen dozen points across Shreya's breasts. Shreya shrieked a little into Eli's mouth. Eli laughed into hers. Eli worked the warm, lubricated toy into her ass.
Eli broke that kiss just to say "I love feeling you full," squeezing her left breast in a gesture the mesh interpreted into an almost shocking jolt of pain that was gone just as quickly. Eli shoved two fingers into Shreya's wet cunt as if she was chasing the end of Shreya's inadvertent moan, and with an unexpectedly lucid thought, Shreya decided that Katrina must be doing a very good job, under Eli, if Eli was so desperate to bring Shreya to orgasm.
But she didn't have to try very hard. Eli's fingers knew her. Each desperate squirm drew forth exquisite, feathery micro-strokes from the wrist and elbow restraints, and restrained torture from the mesh. Eli was kissing Shreya as if Shreya was her air, and Eli's fingers fucked her while Eli took care to jar the anal toy in further with her thumb.
The scream building in Shreya was bigger than her orgasm, or would have been if Eli hadn't sealed their lips together to ride her through it. Pure pleasure washed from her core to her extremities and back again: waves and lightning dancing together as a storm. Shreya wrenched her lips from Eli's to breathe out Eli's name, too wrung out for anything louder.
"This is what I wanted," Eli said rapturously. "You're what I wanted." Her fingernails dug marks into Shreya's skin just above her collarbone. The thumb worked between her legs and Shreya felt the toy expand in her, uncomfortably full.
"I want everything."
She was well on her way to getting it, relentless fingers working orgasm after orgasm out of Shreya's swollen clit and sensitive labia and cunt. Now the toy in Shreya's ass was pulsing, as fast as Shreya's racing heartbeat, and the mesh was shrinking inwards, and the wide stripes of cloth on Shreya's wrist and ankles were ... sliding? Shreya felt as though they were spinning her around, but that didn't make sense...
She came again, either the fifth or sixth time, and this time Eli didn't muffle her scream.
Eli pulled back a little, her gaze distant, her throat flushed. "That's it," she muttered, and bobbed in a way that Shreya belatedly interpreted as the jerk of her hips. "Oh..." The fingers left Shreya's cunt, a blessed relief, seemingly to seek out Eli's own.
Dazedly, Shreya watched Eli's face. She'd never had the opportunity to so passively study Eli's face as she came, Professor Harrington clearly succeeding in the task that she had been set.
Eli's eyes regained focus after a long moment, and she beamed down at Shreya. "I've been neglecting you..."
"No..." Shreya managed.
"This is other part of the fantasy," Eli said eagerly. "I wanted to wake you up to a fuck and fuck you all the way under again. I want to do the thing properly, beautiful."
Alarm rose in Shreya. Her cunt already, actually, hurt. She could only see this ending in pain. Rashes and friction burns and marks that might smart for days. "Do you have to knock me out?" she manages. "Blissed-out dozing seems more our style... and that won't require any special effort. I'm already... very blissed."
Eli's intensity softened into a smile. "Of course. We'll do it another way." The restraints around Shreya's leg loosened and slid off. The fabric slid up Shreya's body, and wrapped itself around her neck. Then it began to tighten. Shreya couldn't breathe.
She realized that that was on purpose.
Eli laughed as she thrashed, as the mesh tore scratches across her torso, one tiny point catching a nibble. She sucked air out of nothing, and all the while, Eli's fingers worked in her.
"One last one," Eli coaxed. "Come for me just once more."
The panicked pain drowned out the sense of overstimulation, and certainly any pleasure.
What Eli asked was impossible.
The world went away.
*
She woke up all at once, hearing movement. She was lying in a blanket. She was naked and she wasn't in her bed.
She must have moved. Immediately she heard footsteps approaching her. "Shreya. It's me, Katrina."
"Professor Harrington," Shreya recontextualized.
"I suggested to Eli that maybe we shouldn't move you."
"I would have liked to have woken up in my own bed," Shreya said stiffly.
"Maybe," Beckett's older sister's smile was sympathetic, but there was something hard in it too. "Or maybe Eli might have thought it was fun to start again after a few hours' sleep. She's a Sun-Att - she can bend time and sleep to suit her, more than you can."
Shreya wasn't sure what she thought of that provocative comment or how much of it was truth, or what Professor Harrington's angle was - but she also knew that she'd shuddered violently at Professor Harrington's words.
"I'm sorry," Professor Harrington said, lightly. Shreya wasn't sure she meant it. "You've really caught the tiger by the tail, you know? She could wipe half the school out - barely trying. I'm doing my best here."
"Giving her what she wants."
"Yes." Still sympathetic. "What she wants is you, and hot threesomes with her professor."
"I'm collatoral."
"We can make it good for you."
It didn't ring any less hollow than when Eli had said it.
Shreya was a Mistry. Her chin went up again.
"I suppose you will try."