2 . #2
As she closed and locked the front door, she heard footsteps above, and whirled around to look up the stairs, barely catching sight of a shadow darting by.
With her heart still thudding against her chest, she cracked her neck and took the stairs slowly, deliberately, stretching out her arms as she did.
When she reached the second floor, Taneth noticed immediately that the bedroom door was open.
With her muscles coiled, she stepped into the room, immediately peeking behind the open door to see if anyone was lurking, but there was no one there.
Then she stepped further in and eyed up her sliding closet doors, and then turned her bed, trying to decide which spot to check first.
But she hesitated too long, and heard someone rush into the room from the hallway. Before she could react, a powerful hand wrapped around her waist while another clamped over her mouth.
“Too slow.” A female voice chuckled in her ear.
“Ummm hmm!” Taneth shook her head, and swept out with her leg, causing her attacker to lose her balance.
Taneth took advantage of that moment to spin around, wrap her arms around her opponent, and try to slam them onto the bed.
Her beautiful attacked instead planted her feet and smiled at Taneth.
“Nice try.” Fuscia smiled back at the other woman.
Then Fuscia wrapped her arms around Taneth in a bear hug and lifted her off her feet.
Taneth did her best to struggle free, but Fuscia’s grip was rock solid.
She slammed the Latina woman onto the bed face up, and then crawled on top of her, using her knees to pin Taneth’s arms down while flexing her own, impressive biceps.
“You’re getting slow.” Fuscia smiled down at the struggling Taneth.
“You’re getting sloppy.” Taneth smiled up at the other woman.
Fuscia was built like if a comic book character had stepped off the page.
Her physique was sculpted from granite itself with every muscle giving loving attention.
Her long, white hair flowed past her shoulders, with the exception of two viking style braids in the front, and she wore a long, black bandanna on the top of her head.
Her facial features were high and regal, as if she was a warrior queen in a past life, and her lovely, black skin was coated in a fine sheen of sweat after the small tussle with Taneth.
Other than the bandanna, the only clothing Fuscia wore was a pair of black, lacy thong panties and a black bra over her perky, small but full breasts.
“Watch that mouth of yours.” Fuscia scolded Taneth.
“Or what?”
Fuscia leaned over and clamped a hand over Taneth’s mouth, sending a jolt of arousal through the other woman’s body.
“Or I’ll shut it for you.” Fuscia rubbed her pelvis against Taneth’s.
“Ummm…” Taneth moaned.
“You know, I have you all to myself,” Fuscia continued to grind on Taneth. “I can do whatever I want.”
“Psssfff…” Taneth begged.
Then she felt Fuscia’s hand slid under her bikini bottoms, and Taneth let out a small moan of arousal.
“Do you like this? Am I your goddess?” Fuscia continued to grind while stroking Taneth between her legs.
“Ummm hmmm…” Taneth nodded, her thighs quivering while Fuscia’s fingers worked her effortlessly.
“I said, am I your goddess? Do you worship me?” Fuscia’s fingers worked faster now.
“Yhhsss! Yhhhss!”
“Show me how!” Then Fuscia flipped Taneth onto her side, pressed her body against the other woman from behind with her hand still over Taneth’s mouth.
“Hmm!” Taneth moaned, Fuscia’s fingers still dancing delicately along her clitoris.
“Worship your goddess.” Fuscia whispered, and Taneth’s fingers slipped under the muscular woman’s panties, finding her completely soaked.
“Oh my… oh my, my, my…” Fuscia sighed.
“Hmmm…” Taneth sighed.
Both women moaned and sigh in unison, their half naked bodies twisting and writhing against each other’s.
“Umm… hm….” Taneth cried, feeling the coming orgasm.
Fuscia sighed too, her body quivering with every movement.
Then they both came simultaneously, Taneth moaning into Fuscia’s hand as they both shuddered with ecstasy.
Then they both laid there, their bodies pressed against each others, basking in the aftershocks of their rapture, until Taneth stirred.
“Oh no…” Fuscia held the other woman firm.
“Eden has a new damsel.” Taneth sighed.
Fuscia sighed, sat up, and then pulled her bandanna from her head, unraveling it to it’s full length.
“Okay then.” Fuscia clicked her tongue and began wrapping the bandanna around Taneth’s wrists.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Taneth giggled.
“You came before I could tie you up.” Fuscia said matter of factly.
“So did you.” Taneth also giggled.
“That’s your fault, you got me too turned on.” Fuscia finished securing Taneth’s wrists, and then crossed the other woman’s ankles, grabbed a scarf from a nearby mantle, and began to bind those as well.
“Hey come on, we can have rope practice later.” Taneth whined, testing her wrists.
They were bound securely. Both women had been practicing their knots and escapes on each other recently.
There had been rumors for some time about increased tensions between many of the slaver syndicates.
Word had it that many of them had been getting bold, infringing on each other’s territory, even kidnapping celebrities.
There were rumors of a few other female bounty hunters falling prey to the syndicates after Lustra.
“What was that you told me about discipline?” Fuscia pulled the scarf tight around Taneth’s ankles and then wrapped it around the bound woman’s wrists, hogtying her.
“Only if I get to tie you up next.” Taneth smiled.
“Oh that mouth of yours.” Fuscia stepped over to Taneth’s dresser, opened a drawer, and removed a pair of panties, then took another scarf from the dresser.
“Hey now, panties! Come on-ummph!” Taneth was cut off by Fuscia shoving the panties into her mouth, and then tying the scarf over her lips and securing it at the back of her neck.