She Took Me in Hand: 3 Lesbian Dominant/Submissive BDSM Romances

by I. M Rogue

  “But Liz I’ve never – you know…except you.”

  “It’s okay beautiful Sssandy. Kneel down over her face.”

  “Ahhh” the woman moaned and I knew Liz was expertly servicing her.

  “Do it for me Sandy. I want to see things too.”

  “All right” I whispered.

  I raised my skirt, pulled my panties off and feeling self conscious stood over the much older woman. I straddled her face and trying not to feel awkward knelt down over it. I eased my pussy onto the mature woman’s mouth and felt her tongue immediately lapping at me. It tickled and felt good but nothing compared to Liz. What did feel arousing was how naughty I couldn’t help feeling. The sensation of being so devious made the woman’s tongue feel delicious. For a brief moment I felt powerful like Liz, which only made me love her more.

  The woman began moaning more intently and stopped licking. She latched her lips onto my clit and nursed it like a baby bottle. It was a sensuous feeling and I did moan softly as she worked. Slowly my clit swelled in her obedient mouth.

  “Are you going to feed off her?” I asked.

  “No, only you this weekend. I will make her explode though if you like – but nothing like I will make you do tonight” she smirked.

  Mmm Liz – I can’t wait.

  I couldn’t help smiling at her words as the older woman serviced me with all her might, relishing my clit like a three course dinner. She was no Liz but it really did heat me up.

  “Gah-GAH!” The woman groaned.

  “You wanna see her squirt?”

  I nodded my head eagerly. I’d never seen a girl squirt before. Even when Liz made me squirt I never got to see it.

  Liz’s other hand went into her panties and I knew where it was headed. The woman began trembling with sensation beneath me. She groaned and removing my clit from her mouth started to squeal. I didn’t mind that she stopped servicing me. I hadn’t expected her to actually get me off and rolled over for a better view. The older woman began flailing on the ground, undulating her body like a slithering snake against the grass.

  “Marcy, I am going to make you squirt now” Liz whispered to her.

  “Oh, AH, AHHH!”

  I watched Marcy’s face crumple up and her eyes bulged. A loud scream echoed from her and skimmed across the lake. Her body arched up and a gush of water flooded out of her panties. I observed the front of her black panties pushing out as a powerful fountain of water pelted it forcefully. The sight of it turned me on even more than her pussy eating. Marcy’s scream faded into overwhelmed grunts as she was drained right in front of me.

  “You so fucking amazing Elizabeth” I cooed lovingly.

  Marcy continued to gush and Liz informed me that she could make her go on for longer if I liked, but I worried about dehydrating her and told her that was good enough. I was ready to be alone with Liz and didn’t want Marcy to require maintenance afterwards.

  Liz pulled her hands out of the panties and the flood slowed and finally stopped. Marcy flopped back on the grass in a motionless heap. I pulled the nearly empty water bottle out of my purse and went to fill it up at the lake. We removed Marcy’s drenched panties and then pulled her jeans back on. We placed the water bottle beside her and left her lying on the grass still in a daze. She would be fine.

  “Let’s go to my room” I requested as we walked away.

  “Yesss beautiful Sandy. For all nightsss.”

  I went to take her hand and she stopped cold. Suddenly Liz began trembling – an alarmed expression on her face. I noted thin white lines appearing on her forehead and became concerned.

  “Are you alright? What’s happening Liz?”

  “I love you beautiful Sandy but I have to go. Everything will be alright, please don’t leave me tonight. I’ll meet you here tomorrow. I promise.”

  She kissed me flustered before turning and running off.

  “Liz wait,” I called out, but she didn’t.

  I stood alone watching her disappear into the shadows, alarmed and worried beneath a yellow moon. In shock, my hopes of spending the night with her faded depressingly fast.

  I’ll see you tomorrow? Why did she leave? She knows we only have two more days together. I don’t think she would run off like that if it wasn’t serious. Please God let Liz be alright.

  I spent the rest of the night in my room sick with concern and barely slept a wink. Whatever was happening with Liz, I needed to know. It had to be serious to make her run off like that.

  She would never abandon me like that if something wasn’t wrong.

  The suspense was killing me.

  MOLTING

  The next morning I set out early for our meeting spot and when she wasn’t there I continued hiking up the hill. When I reached the place we had first met I waited. When there was still no sign of her I decided to search further. I continued onward up the path for another fifteen minutes, until it turned into tiny deer path. I followed the path all the way until it ended at the top of the hill.

  When I got to the crest a modest wooden shack rested in a clearing. A larger road ran from it down the other side of the hill and an old truck was parked out front.

  Could this be the place, is this where she lives?

  I approached slowly, worried I might be trespassing. There was a good sized shed along back and I headed towards it first. A low indescribable noise was emanating out of it which perked my curiosity. I took a deep breath and approached the shed nervously. The noise grew louder. It sounded like a girl grunting.

  That sounds like her. Please let her be alright.

  I cautiously pushed the door open and peered inside. Lying nude stretched out on an old wooden table was Liz. She was groaning and a soft white fuzz covered her skin from head to toe.

  “Liz! What’s going on? Are you okay.”

  Her gorgeous eyes flashed at me and a smile beamed across her face.

  “Sssandy, is it really you?” She labored to reply.

  “Yes Liz, are you all right? Are you hurt?”

  “Nooz beautiful Sandy. I am not hurt. I am just chang…”

  She struggled to get the last line out and I became concerned.

  “I’m going to get help.”

  I ran around to the front of the old shack and banged on the door. An older man answered and didn’t seem too surprised to find me there. In fact - he kind of looked put out by my presence.

  “Please help me. My girlfriend is in your shed and she is sick. Will you call a doctor for me?”

  The man shook his head annoyed, opened the door wider and retreated back inside. I followed him repeating my request firmly.

  “My girlfriend is in your shed and she needs some help.”

  “You think she is your girlfriend?” The man mused.

  “I know she is - we love each other.”

  One of his bushy eyebrows raised at my statement.

  “If you’re her girlfriend how come you don’t know what is happening to her?”

  “What do you mean? I just arrived and found her this way. She is ill, please get her some help.”

  “Well then you are a naive girl. Liz is the last person that needs some help. She is just molting. She’ll come out of it just fine soon enough.”

  “Molting? I don’t understand. What do you know about it?”

  “I know Liz better than anyone, I am her father.”

  Her father? Now that he mentioned it, I can see the resemblance. I had hoped to meet her parents.

  “I’m sorry Mr. Coil. I didn’t mean to sound rude. I was just concerned about your daughter. I’m very pleased to meet you. Are you sure she is going to be okay?”

  “As sure as I am that the sun will set tonight. Who exactly are you again?”

  “My name is Sandy. I met Liz several weeks ago and we fell in love. She has never spoken of me?”

  “Liz and I stopped discussing her private life long ago.”

  This is her father. He must know all of her secrets. I’m dying to learn more.
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  “So you are familiar with her unusual physiology?”

  He looked me over again and I sensed he was trying to gage my level of knowledge about Liz, amongst other things.

  “Liz was eleven years old when I first noticed her unique behavior. It was quite a shock at first – I’ll always remember the day. I arrived home from work to find our landlady, Mrs. Brendle, lying in a heap on the floor groaning with Liz between her legs. Though she was much younger I knew immediately Liz was responsible and worried about Mrs. Brendle’s reaction, thinking we might be evicted. But afterwards the stern landlady never mentioned it. Yes – that was the first time I caught her.”

  “Did you know what she was doing to the lady?” I asked cautiously.

  “Oh I knew what was happening. It was about the same time she stopped eating so much. I used to get upset at her appetite but she eventually convinced me she was…well let’s just say she was acquiring enough nutrition in her own way.”

  I nodded, believing I understood it better than him.

  “It wasn’t long before I began finding her with all sorts of women. Teachers, students, the manager of Food World – all seduced by my eleven year old daughter.”

  “Wow that is pretty amazing, yet I am not surprised” I noted.

  “As a tween she couldn’t keep friends because she would feed on them…and then on their mothers. I continued to worry that trouble would come of it, but nobody ever complained. Nobody was ever bothered by it. Her age, her…work between their legs - nobody ever seemed concerned about any of it so I figured it was out of my hands. But I did my best to keep her isolated from society up here alone. And her behavior did create problems in other ways.”

  “Liz has such a sweet heart. What problems did she create?”

  When she was younger she had no boundaries, everyone from other teens to grandmothers fell under her spell. By the time she was thirteen it was common for starry eyed woman of all ages to show up on my front porch shamelessly asking for Liz and claiming to be in love…not unlike you are right now. Have you ever seen a fifty year old woman profess her love for a thirteen year old girl?”

  Just as Marcy had. I think I can understand why Liz stopped feeding on locals. It creates a lot of baggage.

  “No, that does sound pretty strange. I can see how it would be awkward.”

  “It became a problem in town and that was when Liz decided to only feed on strangers down at the lake. It made things less complicated for both of us and we have lived in seclusion every since.”

  “I bet you thought it was crazy?”

  “To be honest, I knew Liz was different right from the start. Even as a baby she would remove the nipple from her bottles and siphon the milk out.”

  “What about her mother?”

  “Died giving birth, but that’s a different story.”

  “I’m sorry, that is so sad.”

  “It’s alright sweetie.”

  “So you raised her all this time up here by yourself?”

  “Yes.”

  “Sir, if you don’t mind my asking. How did Liz…”

  “Become the way she is?” He finished my sentence.

  “Well ya, I mean if it is not a secret.”

  “Have a seat girl and I will tell you a story very few people have ever heard. I’ll leave it up to you to believe it or not.”

  I anxiously sat down on an old tore up green couch across from him. He took out a pipe, tapped it on the arm of his chair, and packed it with tobacco. A stroke of a match later and fragrant smoke perfumed the shack.

  “It was back in 1996, my wife and I were living on a remote Caribbean Island studying reptile habitats along the equator. One day my beautiful wife was taking samples from the cliffs and took a tumble. Fifty feet she fell…fifty feet.”

  He stopped and took a deep breath, trying to gain strength to continue.

  “She suffered a severe head injury and also sliced her leg badly losing a lot of blood. This was a time before the internet and we had no recourse except our supply ship which wouldn’t return for several months.

  “Oh my goodness, your poor wife.”

  He sighed.

  “There were two natives living on the island with us as assistants. I sent them for help, but my wife had slipped into a coma and lost so much blood that she wasn’t going to make it. In a desperate attempt to keep her alive I considered giving her a transfusion of my own blood – but it was not a compatible type. I felt helpless.”

  “That must have been a terrible feeling, what did you do?”

  “It is a little known fact that some species of reptilian blood can mutate types to match the blood around them. In a desperate attempt I transfused the blood of various reptiles we had in the lab into my wife hoping to save her life – and it worked. It didn’t bring her out of the coma but it kept her from bleeding to death. For three long months I tended my comatose wife praying for help to come. When the doctors finally arrived there was nothing they could do to bring her out of the coma…but they had other news. She was seven months pregnant.”

  “With Liz?”

  He nodded affirmatively.

  “We kept her alive for the next two months, still in a coma. Long enough to give birth to our child, but the stress of the delivery killed her.”

  His voice trailed off and he stared down at his lap. I decided to not press any further.

  “I am so sorry for your loss sir. But you still have Liz, and she is an amazing girl. You should be very proud of her.”

  “I am proud of her, I love her very much.”

  “Poor Liz never got to know her mother or a normal life.”

  “Liz isn’t normal. She has no place in mainstream society” he remarked. “It would only get her in trouble.”

  “Now that she is older maybe she is ready to learn more about actual civilization. She is so unfamiliar with the ways of modern society.”

  “I am getting too old to keep up with her. I’d rather she was safe in the hills with me. Too many people would exploit her - and she is so innocent.”

  “And you’re sure she is going to be alright out there in the shed?”

  “Yes of course. This has happened several times. She will emerge from her molting fresh and in good spirits.” He paused for another moment, “Fair warning, she will also emerge very hungry.”

  “Do you mind if I go back to the shed and look out for her.”

  “If you like, what is your name again?”

  “Sandy.”

  “Be good to my little girl Sandy. She is all I have left.”

  “I would never harm Liz sir.”

  “Well then go on – see for yourself.”

  I anxiously headed back out to the shed. When entering I noted the white fuzz on Liz was now so thick she wasn’t recognizable. I couldn’t help but worry and sat down in a broke down chair next to the table.

  “I’m here Liz. I’ll stay until you are better.”

  A distant moan from beneath the white haze was her only response. I sat with her for a while longer before she started to stir. First her body kind of rocked back and forth. Then it started shaking harder. I stood up nervously and stepped back to watch from a safe distance.

  The shaking became more violent and the moaning grew louder. In a sudden burst the white dust exploded into a cloudy haze and Liz sat up in the middle of it.

  “Liz” I shouted confused.

  “Sssandy!” She hissed and bolted through the cloud, grabbing me hugging me tightly.

  I hugged her back relieved she seemed okay.

  “Oh Liz I was so worried about you. I love you Elizabeth Coil, don’t ever leave me.”

  “But it’s you who leaves me beautiful Sandy” she giggled releasing me. “I am so happy you are here.”

  When she stepped back my jaw dropped. Her gorgeous body was still nude, but her hair was now a fiery red color. I stared at it for a moment in awe.

  “Your hair, it’s a different color.”

  “Yesss, it chan
ges all the time.”

  She pulled the ends of her hair around to view the tips and nodded approvingly.

  “I like this color, do you like this colorz beautiful Sandy?”

  I looked her over and had to admit – it looked great.

  “Yes I do, but I’d like you even if you were bald” I laughed.

  She hugged me again and I ran my hands over her body. It was different also. It was very soft and smooth, softer than a baby’s bottom and smoother than glass. It was wonderful to touch and I found myself stroking her back sensuously.

  “I am very, very hungry. I need to feed right now.”

  Before I could answer she blew a powerful jet of her breath into my nose. Immediately I felt woozy and compliant.

  “You don’t have to seduce me Liz. You know I would willingly, ohh.”

  Her suctioned cupped fingers had found their way into my pants and stroked my clit the way only she could. Even the tiny cups on her fingertips felt softer and seemed to cling firmer. My pussy heated up on her command and I could only swoon again.

  I don’t think I have ever seen her this hungry. It makes me feel so special, so necessary. I don’t think I can leave her again.

  My eyes caught a glance of the table where she had molted. A pile of dry skin was bound together in the shape of her back and ass, still lying on the table leaving a perfect mold of her backside. With one hand she smacked it and it crumbled into a million pieces of dried skin.

  RAVAGED

  I felt fairly incapacitated from her breath and noted she had lifted me up and was carrying me out of the shed.

  I love it when she carries me. She is so strong and I feel so possessed.

  As she carried me her finger continued to expertly massage my clit and I became wetter than I can ever remember being. That was when I knew how seriously hungry she was. She carried me across the lot she lived on and into the woods. We arrived at a high bluff overlooking the lake and she set me down on a small patch of grass.

  “This is my secret place” she whispered.

  Everything seemed to sparkle with neon colors. The green trees were shimmering and the blue lake in the distance glowed brightly. Even her new red hair seemed to glow. She had taken me down hard and she was going to dine ferociously.