Can You Feel The Burn?

WARNING! THIS EPISODE OF "THE MIGHTY B!" HAS CONTENT UNSUITABLE FOR MINORS OR THOSE WITH WEAK STOMACHS! ALSO NOT FOR THE DERANGED! THIS HAS CONTENT THAT NOT EVERYONE WILL BE PLEASED WITH, INCLUDING LESBIANISM, KISSING, BONDAGE, SEVERE PUNISHMENTS, TORTURE, MOLESTATION, VOMITAL DRINKING, BLOOD PLAY, CRUEL SEDUCTION, SEXUAL VIOLENCE, HARSH BEATINGS, AND SUNBURN TORTURE! PLEASE, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY ANY OF THESE SUBJECT MATTERS, HAVE HAD A VERY BAD EXPERIENCE WITH A SUNBURN, PUKE EASILY, OR STRONGLY DETEST VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL NATURE, (unless you want to force yourself into reading this, curled in the fetal position then doomed to commit suicide) HOWEVER, IF YOU DO LOVE TWISTED, CRUEL, AND CORRUPTED FRIENDSHIPS FILLED WITH SEXUAL NATURE AND AGONIZING TORTURES, THEN YES, YOU MAY PROCEED READING!

*Note this fanfic has vomit drinking and torture of sunburn kind, give me your feelings on this one!*

It had been a very sunny day in San Francisco, Gwen had been out sunning herself, as she, all too often did, and though she well understood the dangers of this, Gwen had been way too unaware of one of the worst, though temporary, but none in the less, one of the worst dangers of over exposure to sunlight! Slowly, she removed herself from her horizontal position, during her movement, a sharp splitting pain came about her arms. Checking for the source of the pain, she noticed her red skin, and knew just what she had gotten herself into. "Aw man!" She exclaimed, now feeling that deep agony well within her skin. "Gonna be a hard week." She sighed, noticing just how bad it was. Dressing herself was laborious, and plenty painful. She knew, for the next few weeks, life was going to be hard, not fun at all. Slowly, and painfully, Gwen tried her best to get home, limping, occasionally, losing her balance and falling over, meeting the ground with a painful searing thud, a few times, rolling and sliding the slopes, she knew just how long and hard a week she would have, little did she expect it to get far, far, far worse. Finally, exhausted, she met up with Portia who was so surprised to see her red as a lobster, she couldn't help but giggle a bit. "Let me guess..." She began, still giggling. "I fell asleep sunbathing." Said Gwen, now feeling really awkward, her cheeks turning to an even deeper shade of red. Seeing her reddened face, something occurred to Portia. "Do you know how bad this is for a girls skin? I mean, first chafing and..." Her words faded away and trailed off, Portia locked into a trance. She normally was looking at the usual slightly tanned flesh of a friend, but, seeing her in her new state, burned and bloody red, came to her in a different way. She may have been crazy for thinking these thoughts, but she couldn't help herself! The dehydrated surface, in need of lubricants! She licked her lips at the idea, loving it, oh so too much. Her burned skin, really, brought out her eyes, and that was despite the light tanned rims of unburned flesh where her sunglasses had been. Portia stared longer, thinking it over. Was this really the right thing to do, the right thing to think to do to a dear friend? That's just it! 'Gwen...is my friend.' Thought Portia. 'It...could work! After all, it would be rude not to help a friend in need.' She thought, long and hard, despite the fact that what she had been thinking, wouldn't be much help, if worsening the damage already done. But...it seemed, so good to her! "Portia?" Said a voice. "Portia?" A grin came over her face, thinking it over. "Girl, are you even listening to me?" Portia had to shake her head a bit to clear her mind of the clutter of clouds. "Yeah. Whatever. Hey, I have some really good skin care products, and your skin could use some!" Portia sneered, quickly evading answering her question. It sounded too good for Gwen to resist! She really could use some refreshing ointments! Upon agreement, Portia allowed her into the house, little did she know what her friend had gotten into, or, what she herself had gotten into.

Taking her to her room, she eyed her over again. She was sure this was what she wanted of her. Her mouth grew wet at the thought of what she had been plotting to do with her. "What's first?" Gwen asked, eager of moisture upon skin. Oh, how Portia just longed to settle her nails into her uniform, just to tear it off of her! She knew, doing so would be too risky, possibly, she would run away. She then thought of her legs, how she limped and hobbled about, and the possibilities of unsupervised exposure to the harsh overdose of burning sunlight. "Looks like you got it bad all over." Said Portia, starting to rub her hands together, readying herself. "Just about! I'm surprised my eyes didn't get burned!" Portia, after hearing this, knew she was going to have a really, good, time! "Wait here. I'll be back with the products." She had taken a while, but came back in a flash, though, had nothing more than a container of some sort of massage oil, and a wet towel. "That's it? I thought you said you had..." "Don't worry. This will be enough...trust me, and besides, I have something, better than ointments." She walking over to her, settling a hand upon her cheek, feeling her warmth, and enjoying it, just the light touch of her hand, enough to make her give a small gasp of pain. Portia grinned, knowing, it was going to be great. "So, what's the towel for?" Gwen asked, feeling rather unsure now. "You'll see." Portia sneered, running her hands through her dark hair, and she could make out a thin burnt red line of flesh. Gwen was now getting worried, her touch, beginning to frighten her, making her nervous. "I need to you to undress." Portia said, now tugging teasingly at her collar, causing her a bit of pain. Gwen was vaguely frightened by this, though, her sunburn was just about all over her body. Despite the fact she had gotten undraped around her in the past, it was the pain she was fearing most of all. She cringed at reminiscing when she had dressed before, but that was easy compared to clothes removal. Portia was willing to help, but only vaguely, tugging at her pants in harsh, quick pulses, causing her friend pain. She could see her red flesh as those fabrics came cascading down her legs, and she ran her tongue over her teeth, absorbing her crude lustful thoughts. She suddenly came over a scent, luscious and fragrant, her mouth watering at the aroma, face getting pink. Now for her shirt. Her slender stomach, red and cooked by the sun, most appetizing! Chest next, despite it covered from her sight, her appetite still was increasing, breathing becoming heavy. That smell! Something, had been cooking! She soon realized what it was. It was Gwen!

She was barely naked, now sore from the movements and brushings of fabric, still wincing a little from the pain. Even despite that Portia had seen her this way before, not, never, like this, her ruby burnt flesh. Portia now knew why it was so hard for her to move, seeing as it was almost a second degree burn, she knew how bad that could be, and there were very little chance of her getting away in her state. She leaned over and sniffed her a little. "Okay Gwen. Lie down." Slowly, painfully, Gwen hobbled over to her bed and sprawled herself, moaning a bit in agony. "Finally!" She exclaimed, resting herself uncomfortably. Eyeing her, sprawled, and smelling her burnt, Portia licked her lips. Settling herself next to her, Portia gave her another good sniff. "Why do you keep sniffing me?" Asked Gwen, puzzled by her nasal inhalings of her. Portia evaded her question, and immediately struck her with oil. Even the light touch of liquid made her flinch! She was...so fragile! Oh, how much Portia wanted to dig in her nails! Her caressing of soothing fluid became heavy at her thinking, Gwen now feeling rather uncomfortable. Just the sensation of fingers upon her dry oiled flesh, her breath increasing, becoming heavy. Gwen's moaning sure wasn't helping! Or...was it? Portia found herself giggling, almost unable to contain her actions! She caressed her harder, face a blood red, now causing her dear friend much pain. "Ow! Stop! You're hurting me!" Gwen yelped, jumping, back arching. "You know, this oil has, another, soothing quality." Suddenly, she began to blow upon her back, Gwen letting out a small groan of pleasure, but not for long. Soon, the groaning pleasures became painful, as the lubricant got hot upon her burned skin. "It gets hot when you breath on it." Portia snickered. Taking the wet towel, she draped it over her, and started to run it across her. The coarse material scraping against her back, causing her to yell in agony. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Sneered Portia in a wicked grin, digging her nails into the cloth. "No it does not!" She yelled, pulling and writhing to get away from her now clearly deranged partner. Portia held her, pulling her close, giving her a lick over her cheek. Though this did seem most strange, absurd indeed, Gwen couldn't help but like it, lubricant upon her burning flesh. To the other side. "I'd use the oil...but, unfortunately, I ran out." Gwen got the vague sense she was lying, but the wet slab of lubricated flesh rubbing in a gentle passion to her cheeks was, odd, but, it did help sooth. Trailing to her throat, Portia gave a small moan, loving the taste of her burnt flesh, taking her time to taste her pulse. Sweeping, to the other side. It was almost intoxicating for Portia, doing this to a friend! She longed to suckle upon her throat, but that she was saving for later! "This may be strange, but...I kinda like it." That was it! Portia couldn't take it! She was...enjoying it! That needed to change! Portia then struck her over her face with the towel, she howled in pain. Portia had never influenced pain like this, not upon a friend! But, oddly enough, she really liked it, to cause Gwen, dear, sweet Gwen...pain! She laughed a bit, striking her two more times before grabbing hold, digging her nails in agonizingly, and shoving her to the floor. Gwen never had a chance. Suddenly, Portia was atop her, clawing, scratching, screaming, drooling, lustful, hungry.

Within moments, she used her sharp nails to shred her top, claws scraping her burnt stomach, Gwen screaming, so much pain. "What's gotten into you?" Gwen cried from behind the squeals of agony. A split of pain hit her face as Portia met her with a harsh slap. "Don't ask, Gwen! All I know is I really like it!" Pulling upon her hair, searing the strip of cooked flesh in between, she managed to grab her by her wrist, pinning it behind her back. Finding her sash and taking it from the floor, she began to beat her, loving the sound of her screams. Finally, she managed to coil the orange fabric around her wrists and pulling them behind, the stretching of burnt flesh, a splitting agony upon dry skin, Gwen engaged in a howling fit. Tying it as fast as she could, ensuring no movement, Portia smiled down upon her. "Alright Gwen..." Whispered the now very lustful Portia, Gwen looking back to her, fear in her eyes, licking her lips in eager anticipations, face to face. "...get ready for some fun, cause I know, I sure am going to have a lot of fun with you!" Portia said breathless in her sexual needs, saliva edging her lips. Gwen was at a loss of words. Her face turned rosy, exciting Portia further, over turning her most painfully. She ran her index finger over her cheek, Gwen to flinch and shriek in pain as her nail grazed her sensitive burnt skin. "You, you better not try anything! You hear me?" Though trying her best to sound threatening, Portia could tell she knew she had lost the fight, long ago. She could even make out tears settling at the base of her eyes. With that, Portia ran over her mouth in a wet, sloppy lick. "Don't worry. You're my friend! I'll go easy on you." Portia, she knew, was lying. She knew her well enough to know this certain gaze in her eyes, and, now, it really frightened her! Despite the burns, Gwen now tried to scurry away, but as soon as she made the attempt, Portia slammed her hand right into the center of her spine, Gwen collapsing in a painful heap of moaning agony, and Portia lashed her over her stomach and thighs, leaving her to lay still, chest heaving in strained painful breaths. "You're not going anywhere!" Portia lunged down at her, embracing her, licking her over her chest, sending tingles through Gwen's body. She moaned at the feelings it gave her. Trailing her throat, Portia began to suckle upon her artery and Gwen thought she might just suck the life right out of her! She gave a cry, just the feeling of another lapping at her throat felt like a blade to slice through flesh. But before long, the sensation of pain, became a harsh reality as Portia gave her a hard bite upon the throat, the burns making her shudder and wail. Her struggling sure didn't help. Portia's urges just longed for her to pierce her throat, but her need soon subsided as she thought of something far better, something, even more thirst qunching. Then, giving her several lubricated licks across her mouth, simply, in love with her taste! Portia never knew how good it could be, how wonderful it could feel, how intoxicating and delicious it could be, to taste another girl, her very best friend! Portia repeatingly assaulted her lips, moaning at her taste, until she settled herself inside, giving her a long kiss, though she tried to fight back, each chance she got, Portia ran her nails about her throat. Gwen now realized just what was happening, but became rather submissive, as she dismally decided there wasn't much she could do about this strange, painful and absurd abuse. But from such a dear friend! She squirmed in her realization, groaning at the concept of just what was happening to her, tongue twisting itself it between teeth, licking away precious saliva, weeding over her own tongue, grazing upon nerves, a torture of sorts, savoring her taste. So caught up in this trance of thought, she hardly even noticed Portia yanking the last bit of clothing from her until she gave a harsh tug of her wrist and snapping it off of her.

Now, she was fully exposed. Portia pulled out and away from her, studying her slender body. Portia then held her by her shoulders and licked her over the cheek, once again craving for her flavor. Portia felt over her skin, trailing downward, her nails searing her flesh. Gwen could feel where she had been directing. "P, Portia?" The young girl stammered, worrying about her wandering hand. "Yes?" Replied a lust worthy Portia, giving her another wet sloppy lick over her mouth. "Y, you're not going to do what I think you're going to do?" Her hand wandered about her lower stomach, only, a bit of pain from her nails. "You tell me." With that, she dug in her nails and scraped her down, to the point of blood, a horrendous torture upon her burned skin, until, finally, her fingers found their way to a gathering of nerve endings, gladly starting to play. Gwen gave her a cry of a new source of agony. Emotional agony. She listened in, horror, disbelief, torment, anguish, suffering, betrayal, and pain. So much pain! Though Portia had occasionally messed around with her before, this, was...oh, so different! Portia couldn't resist! She began to scratch her, scratching her until blood, a pungent aroma filling the room, Portia, thrilled at the find of her new treasure, the cries of pain, torture, defeat and betrayal swirling and dancing about them. Gwen found herself unable to stop the screams, Portia, now so caught up in her new found erotic tortures, never once gave it a second thought, even though Gwen was her friend. Portia then withdrew herself from her, fingers soiled with her blood and sexual liquids, and Gwen saw her do one of the most, no, the most disturbing thing, and even, the most horrifying act she had ever seen her do. She licked her fingers! "Y...You, you jus...y, li..." Her dear, sweet friend, not only overcome from pain, but now, humiliation and shame at what just she had seen her good friend do, she couldn't help but leak out from fright. Portia groaned in her lustful, bloody flavors, simply, intoxicating, such a taste! She craved for more. "There's more where that came from!" Portia grinned, cleaning her fingers in that horrid manner. Portia then grew quite animalistic, tearing off her own clothing, to reveal her bare body. Suddenly, she jammed her fist into her, covering her hand in various liquids, groaning at this sensation, digging into her deep, fingers feeling her inside, scratching her bare tender inside corridor, Gwen continuing her wailing, and Portia, continuing to love it, sweating profusely at the sloppy feelings, slippery, slimy swamp of blood and inner liquid spilling into her grasp, some sort of sounds in the air, swirling and dancing over their heads. Gwen tried her best to listen in, but something was drowning the sounds. They sounded, so familiar, but Gwen had to strain to remember them, mind clouded with the fog of horrors. She soon could make out the sounds. Someone, somewhere...screaming! "Oh Gwen! You're so good!" Sneered Portia, pushing herself in further. Gwen was now bleeding profusely, and the vile swamp of feminine excretions wouldn't stop flowing, Portia up to her forearm in this various moistures, mouth watering, licking her lips, eyes bloodshot in lust and sexual tensions, hearing her friend screams of agony, her struggling and pulling, only increasing Portia in her lustful state. "You're good Gwen! Wonderful! I'm lucky to have such a good friend like you!" Portia exclaimed, wallowing in her moist interior, face getting red, still continuing to moan in her ecstasy. She settled her other hand on her stomach and let her nails dig in, causing her another cry of sheer torture. Gwen now recognized those screams. So familiar...but so, far, so distant, so...so, tortured! They belonged to her. Her own screams. Her screams! Even her own voice hurt her ears, but, what was even worse, Portia, moaning and laughing at her. Gwen found herself numb. Numb to her nails upon her burned skin. All poor Gwen could feel were motions and strain inside of her, pushing, pulling, digging, ripping, tearing! She couldn't even feel the new fluid leaking from her bowels, the hot secretion spilling upon the arm of Portia, which she really seemed to enjoy. Finally, after about a very excruciatingly long five minutes, Portia pulled out from her, eyeing what was upon her hand, licking it away as if her life depended on it, moaning at the taste, Gwen now sobbing from pain and anguish. Portia then ran her hand through the puddle that lay at their feet, laid her still dirty hand upon the cheek of Gwen, swiping her finger across her mouth, but when penetrating her lips ceased, Portia merely snarled to her in a wicked cruel smile, Gwen puling back from her, fearing her further contact.

Smacking her over the tender burned face, Gwen let out a scream, Portia pushing her hand inside of her again, and suddenly, Gwen found a horrid taste in her mouth, a flavor, making her stomach churn. A firm set of fingers held her by the hair. "Lick it! Lick it and drink it up!" Snarled the lusty Portia, digging in her nails until blood flow. Gwen tried to shout out, but all that came forth was a garbled muttering. "Shut up Gwen!" She gave her a yank of her hair. "Start lickin!" Slowly, now crying, she lapped up the sticky mess upon the fingers of her friend, her clearly deranged friend, groaning, now quite submissively at the taste, bitter, sweet, sour and now, rotten. She felt a familiar feeling at the base of her throat, and felt her meal forcing its way up. Portia still didn't let her away. She waited until that mess ran over her hand and through her fingers, and she silently demanded her of action. Slowly, still moaning, Gwen engulfed her past meal, and now, her next, stomach caught between allowing the new meal to settle, or to force it back out. Gwen was able to ingest the awful flavors, and suddenly, Portia felt the urge again, craving for something else. Feeling the mess cleansed from her fingers, she withdrew her hand from her now spoiled mouth, rewarding her and gave her another kiss, but not before lapping away the brown mess from her lips, to engage into her mouth once more, and Gwen just about made a second coming of her meal as she could feel Portia gladly drinking the left overs of her spill, cleansing her of her digestive juices, drinking her oral cavity tongue dry.. "P, please Portia!" Portia had never heard her beg like this before. She liked it, a lot! "Please Portia! Please! Please stop!" The lustful ten year old came to her face seeing her glistening tears, her eyes wide and pained. "What are you crying about?" Sneered Portia, smiling most devilish. She lashed out at her with her dirtied hand, striking her across the cheek, her nails cutting like blades, watching as a thin trail of blood fell out, lapping it away until it stopped flowing, Gwen now quite quiet as she gave a cruel submission to the fact, there was nothing she could do to save herself, not even begging stopped the abuse, only making it worse. "Stop crying Gwen! It's not going to get you anywhere!" With that, Portia caught sight of her glistening tears, licking them away mercilessly. "On second thought...cry all you want. I really...really like it!" Gwen couldn't believe such a long lasting friend could be, so...cruel! "Wh...why? Why Portia?" Her voice weak and crackling in pain and distress, a splintering pain in her throat. "That's right! Beg! Beg all you want Gwen! It's really turning me on!" Gwen went red in the face. Portia almost becoming animalistic in her needs.

Aiming her attack, Portia positioned herself, lowered, so, hungry! She let her tongue slide out and brush up against her bloody wet mark, Gwen squirming in reaction, panting in pain as she felt Portia...licking her soft spot. Portia moaned, for the smell, the smell. The smell! Blood, adrenaline, a certain feminine musk, and all those various salty sweet flavors! It was almost too much for the poor Portia! Griping at her, she began to scratch her again, using her sash for further torment toward her friend, losing control of herself in the scents and luscious flavors. Portia couldn't stop moaning! She didn't have that type of control anymore! Diving, her nose rubbed against her length, Gwen fearful that she may just try and force herself head first into her, Portia, so caught up in the scent of blood, burnt skin and various excretions didn't even mind that a few drops had made their way up into her nasal cavities. "Gwen! Oh Gwen! You taste so sweet!" She called to her, eating her out, even using her teeth to bite hard upon her nerve ridden areas. Gwen unleashed a squeal of pain as teeth clamped down upon the many nerves, Portia well into her lustful state, feeling sweat all about her body, hot and hungry, the sweet nectar satisfying her, the painful screams, even more gratifying and tasteful. Finally, Portia removed herself from the body of Gwen, noticing how quiet she had been. She was laying, motionless, appearing to be dead, face a blood red, veins in her throat beating painfully, Portia could even hear her heart beats, face shimmering with sweat and tears. She had nearly fainted from the trauma and pain, Portia, very happy with her kill. "I knew you wouldn't be able to take it!" The lustful beast sneered, finishing off her meal, penetrating her mouth and giving her a wet, slimy, soiled kiss. "But, you're, still my friend, my dear, sweet friend."