by X, Lexie
"Getting in the spirit?" Lydia whispered in her ear.
Gwen ignored her, instead watching the black-haired girl push Aubrey down and move to lick her hungrily.
"Wait," Emma interrupted. "Give our guest a good view first."
Aubrey nodded, got up from her elbows, and approached the couch. Climbing up with Lydia's offered hand, she put a leg on either side of the wispy blonde, exposing herself up close.
Gwen stared in surprise at the pussy thrust in her face - but did not stop absently rubbing herself. The girl's slit was startlingly perfect and smooth. Her thin lips opened with the motion of her legs, exposing some of her inner pink. A few glimmers hinted at her growing wetness, but her clit was still hidden under its hood.
"Why don't you taste her?" Lydia suggested in her ear.
Gwen shook her head, but the firm grip on her shoulder tightened, and she complied. Leaning up a little off the couch, she traced up the girl's slit with her tongue, parting her folds right up to her hooded clit.
"How's she taste?"
"Good…" Gwen answered blandly, lowering back to the couch. In truth, the younger girl's taste was incredibly complex, full of indescribable intimacy and sexuality.
But Lydia's flavor was still her favorite.
Surprised at her own thought, she blinked, watching Aubrey return to the mattress. Rachel dove in, tongue out, hands gripping lithe thighs. Her moist tongue dove into glistening folds, luridly lapping.
"Enjoying yourself?" Emma asked, smacking her whip against her hand.
Gwen realized, with some dismay, that she'd been rubbing herself rather vigorously. Slowing in embarrassment, she watched the girls, so as not to have to lock gazes with Emma.
It was too late, in any case… she'd crossed some internal threshold, and now her body wanted its promised orgasm. She felt the heat growing again, and her thoughts raced with sexuality. "Sixty-nine," she accidentally said out loud.
Happy to oblige, the two girls climbed on top of one another, breasts and tummies pressed together, outstretched tongues curled into pussies.
Gwen's gaze kept bouncing between each girl's working mouth and Rachel's grip on Aubrey's ass. They seemed so passionate…
Her hand lost the last of its hesitation.
She began breathing deeper, and adjusted her position on the couch.
It's actually getting to me, she thought, both terrified and turned on.
But after all the night's efforts, her hand was getting tired…
Wincing against her own desire, but unable to resist, she pulled her jeans down to her ankles. "Rachel…"
The two girls untangled, and Rachel crawled over on her hands and knees, smiling with excitement.
Lydia and Emma both made noises of surprised approval.
Gwen told herself that the drugs were probably messing with her still. Yeah, that made sense. Also, her hand was tired, and if she was being forced to get off anyway… this girl's skill had certainly been talked up. She was… curious. Yes, that was the word, she decided.
Rachel crawled in between her legs, rolled a warm breath against her heated sex…
"Oh, but you forgot the most important rule," Emma interrupted. "If you participate, you're fair game too. Lose the shirt and get on the mattress."
Worried, but too turned on to stop, Gwen threw her shirt on the floor and fell to the mattress. Rachel followed her, sliding in between her legs without hesitation. The girl's expert tongue went to work, picking up where her own hand - and, earlier, Lydia's tongue - had left off.
The tongue thrusting into her folds felt so incredible, she had no willpower to hesitate or refuse when Aubrey clambered over and sat right on her face.
That intimate flavor returned to her tongue. Her rationalizations were quick and almost cursory - after all, she'd just tasted this girl a moment ago, and her pussy was so pretty anyway, and Rachel's tongue felt so good…
Gripping Aubrey's ass in the same places Rachel had a few minutes before, she buried her face in the girl's tight pussy.
The pleasure and sexuality surging through her body rose to mind-numbing intensity. She could see herself, almost as if she was outside her own body, face up in one girl's pussy and getting expertly serviced by another, breasts exposed to the air, nipples hard…
She felt a presence sit on the mattress next to her, and Lydia's now-familiar hands began massaging her erect nipples - as if the woman somehow knew exactly what she wanted.
Pulling Aubrey tighter and losing herself in licking pussy, Gwen realized that Lydia probably did know exactly what she wanted… because she was a woman, too.
That simple fact seemed to hit her with endless mental dissonance - and soaring taboo pleasure. This was what they'd been trying to get her into… lesbian sex… Aubrey's sigh above dropped the last of her inhibitions.
In between licks, despite herself, she gave a low moan.
"There it is," Emma said softly.
Lydia gave a little laugh of appreciation.
Wrapped up in heat and passion, Gwen resented giving them what they wanted, but she really couldn't stop herself. She wanted, more than anything, to make this girl come against her face. That animal desire mixed with the pleasure from Rachel's expert tongue and Lydia's kneading to totally overwhelm her. All she could think about was the indescribable sense memories of Emma and Lydia getting off against her mouth, and Lydia's inner walls clenching against her finger…
And it had become clear that Rachel was slowing her ministrations, edging her orgasm, keeping her pent-up and heated.
Frustration mixed with her lust and pleasure, spurring her on. She instinctively knew what Rachel was waiting for. She would only be allowed to orgasm once Aubrey came…
Right in front of her, she could see the brunette's clit had finally come out to play. Surprised by her own eagerness, she brought her lips to the girl's knob and began sucking.
Aubrey began massaging and pinching her boyish breasts, her breathing heavy and her eyes closed. She clenched her thighs a little closer.
Gwen managed to flick her tongue between her sucking lips, using the tip to stimulate the girl's clit. Her effort elicited a desperate moan and a deep in-take of breath.
As Aubrey audibly approached orgasm, Rachel finally stopped teasing and began pressuring her clit with her tongue. The girl's fingers entered her and found her G spot, caressing it perfectly.
The pleasure crackling through her awareness became so intense it almost approached painful. She was forced to make noises of enjoyment deep in her throat just to let off some of the pressure… it felt as if her entire existence had become one endless orgasm without beginning or end.
A wash of juices splashed down her face and chin, startling her.
Aubrey curled over her head, panting.
Blinking, Gwen realized the girl had gushed all over her face. That only seemed to make her pleasure more intense, and she struggled to breathe as Rachel's tongue and fingers - and Lydia's kneading hands - filled her body with fire.
She rode it as long as she could, until she felt like she might pass out. She gave one last moan and pulled away from both of them, rolling on her side on the now-wet mattress.
She laid still for a minute or two, recovering, while Emma and Lydia talked over her. She couldn't really understand their words. All she could do was breathe and let the pain and pleasure fade from her head.
Through all of it, though, she still had a small kernel of her mind working on figuring out what the hell was going on. She knew what they were about, now - tying her orgasms to licking pussy, only letting her get off while pleasuring a woman - they were trying to train her body and mind to crave lesbian sex.
Pressing her legs together defensively, running over the night's events, she had a terrible fear that their plan might actually be working. How long had Aubrey and Rachel been there? How long would it take before she couldn't get off without her face buried in pussy?
All these worries rushed through her thoughts, even a
s half of her eagerly relived her incredible orgasms… her body didn't know any better. Her body loved it, and was eager for more…
The brush whip struck her ass harshly. "Break's over!"
Still breathing hard, covered in sweat and juices, she looked up weakly to see Emma finally naked herself. The woman's lithe body seemed to mirror the smooth leather she'd been wearing - tight, sexual, with round, firm breasts a little smaller than her own. She held the brush whip in her hand, and around her waist, she finished tightening a harness.
Gwen looked down, her sight falling on the large black strap-on dildo Emma obviously intended to use on her. "God," she panted. "I don't know if I can take much more… please…"
Emma approached and forcefully rolled her onto her hands and knees, putting her in a doggy-style position. "Good. That's how it goes. More pleasure than you can possibly handle. Gotta break those inhibitions of yours, and you certainly won't have any left when we're done with you."
"But -" another smack of the whip on her ass silenced her complaint.
"Let's see," Emma mused, massaging her ass cheeks and touching her engorged, dripping sex lightly. "Who haven't you serviced yet? Me, Lydia, Aubrey… ah, Rachel."
Face screwed up in anticipation of the large toy about to enter her, Gwen watched the black-haired girl approach bearing a salacious grin.
Despite herself, she looked down, watching the girl's bare sex as she positioned herself on her back on the mattress. Her clit was clearly visible already, and… pierced, with a stud! She wasn't sure why that surprised her so much, given Rachel's studded nipples. She found herself wondering how the piercing would affect received pleasure… and how the piercing might feel between her lips or against her tongue.
Realizing her own anticipation, she sighed in defeat.
"Mmm, yes," Emma commented. "Love that sound."
Gwen could feel the strap-on's head gently touching her already-sore sex. She drooped her head between Rachel's opened legs.
Lydia pulled her head up by her hair. "Just give in, Gwen. Enjoy yourself. It's what you wanted, right?… you drank a little too much, maybe did some ecstasy, started thinking about that time in the changing room, you got curious, and ran into that same woman out with her girlfriend, and they hit on you in just the right way…"
Gwen shook her head, confused. Is that what had happened? She couldn't remember how she'd gotten there, and she certainly felt drugged up somehow…
"Have you ever had sex this good?" Lydia whispered in her ear. "I bet you're glad you came home with us now."
The story seemed tenuous and hard to corroborate with her memories, but the powerful urges from her body made her ready to believe almost anything.
"I wanted this…?" she breathed. "I wanted to try it…" she said to herself, more as a statement than a question.
"She asked you if you've ever had sex this good," Emma said from behind her, sliding the toy up and down against her puffy lips, both teasing and threatening.
Gwen clutched the mattress, her confusion fading, replaced by a strange sense of acceptance.
When she didn't answer, the brush whip came down on her ass again.
She finally spoke, her words quiet, almost whispered. "… fuck me…"
The brush whip struck her again, making her wince.
"Fuck me," she said again, looking up at Rachel's expectant grin with a lust-filled expression.
The strike came a third time, leaving a stinging mark on her bare ass.
"Fuck me!" she shouted.
Emma chuckled. "That's more like it."
The toy slid in her sopping sex, filling her and forcing her folds apart with pleasurable pain. Straining against the presence inside her, she leaned her head down, eager to pleasure Rachel.
"Look at our little lesbian whore," Lydia commented happily, caressing her back. "Darling, I believe we've broken our first straight girl!"
Emma just grunted with approval and gave her first real thrust.
Gwen almost screamed, but her mouth was busy against Rachel's mound. She loved being called a whore - she realized that was the part she was loving the most: servicing and getting serviced, burying her face in pussy, pleasuring her Mistresses and their slaves… she could see herself, getting fucked and eating pussy, the most sexual she'd ever been… she felt fulfilled, dirty, taboo, and hot as hell.
And Rachel tasted so fucking good.
Mouth sloppily around the girl's whole mound, her tongue delving deep, she lapped up her fourth taste of pussy. Dark, sensual, and sharply sexual - like Rachel herself - the flavor pulled her in and hooked her.
The thrusting, massive presence inside her answered another craving entirely. It filled her up, made her feel animalistic, and she loved the thought of women seeing her like that - ass up, curves exposed, her sex offered for their enjoyment…
She flicked her tongue around Rachel's clit piercing, relishing the way the metal stud felt in her mouth. She could see the girl react deeply to every stimulation, her naked body flushing with arousal and pleasure, her nipples hardening around their studded piercings.
Even as she began thrusting back hard against Emma's fucking, she grinned up at Rachel, teasing the girl the way she'd teased her.
Rachel set her jaw forward, desperately arching up in pursuit of her tongue. "You bitch," she panted, excited.
Gwen's smile turned sultry, and she continued teasing, working the girl into a frenzy. When it seemed like her victim could take no more, she finally relented, pressing her tongue against pierced clit.
Rachel half-screamed and lay back on the mattress, writhing with bliss.
A moment later, Lydia appeared above her, moving her leg overhead. She brought her pussy down on Rachel's face, and the girl immediately clamped her hands on ass cheeks, hungrily lapping.
Gwen could only lick, suck, and pant, heady from the overwhelming sensuality and taboo - and the incredible presence inside her, fucking her full of fiery sparks of pleasure.
Before that changing room, she'd never even thought about being with women… and after, it was only a curious fantasy… and now, here she was, fucking and licking, in a pile of gorgeous bodies that tasted, smelled, and felt so incredible…
She couldn't help but think: this is how sex should be.
This is how sex could have always been… memories flitted through her awareness, of drunken makeouts with friends, of opportunities turned down… she could have been doing this in college, or even in highschool, after that one truth or dare game that went a little too risqué and left her alone with her best friend, half-naked… but she'd never known what she'd been missing, never had the courage or inclination to try…
The small part of her not wholly engaged in sex became seized with the thought of her younger past selves making different choices in all those private situations and private memories. She could see herself in college, thinking she knew everything, instead learning about a whole new world of touching, fingering, licking… all those drunken parties at the sorority house could have ended so much differently…
She saw herself even younger, in highschool, knowing nothing about the world and relationships, getting everything from stupid teen magazines… this time taking her best friend up on that whispered offer… and the years that would have followed, blundering through a new kind of relationship, fingering each other in secret trysts, exploring each other's bodies, learning the art of making love to a woman… and spending so many years lost in pussy, curled up in passionate sixty-nines, getting each other off all night long…
Her imagined other life played out, all the way up to her current night. Growing up lesbian, her relationship history would have been totally different… she imagined what kind of girlfriend she would have now, like Lydia had Emma. They seemed so into each other… Aubrey and Rachel seemed so into each other…
Her heart beat powerfully in her chest. The strap-on fucking her, the pussy against her lips and tongue, the gorgeous women pleasuring each other, the intense b
liss inside her own body… it all melded together in one beautiful state of being.
If I'd just taken her up on that whispered offer, she thought, I could have had years of this… this could have been my world all along…
Her thinking awareness grew quiet, enjoying her continual orgasmic state of being. There was only one thought left in her mind.
She wanted it.
She wanted women…
"I have it!" Aubrey shouted from across the room.
Gwen fell roughly to the mattress as Lydia and Emma shot up and ran at the girl, the three wrestling naked in a heap. Watching dumbly, she sat up on her knees as Aubrey threw something shiny at her.
"It's the locket, that's what they control us with!" Aubrey shouted, struggling under the two women. "Use it!"
Gwen picked up the gold heart-shaped locket, exchanging a confused glance with Rachel. The lithe chain seemed to tug at her fingers, and she moved to connect the ends.
"Shit -" Emma shouted.
Gwen jumped as a strange electricity ran through her arm. The locket felt curiously alive and interactive with the still-simmering arousal inside her, as if it had somehow connected directly to her sexuality. "What is this?"
She looked up.
Emma, Lydia, and Rachel were all just staring blankly at her. Emma sat on her knees with her strap-on still wet and pointing up in the air, Lydia's large breasts hung free, and Rachel still sat with her legs open and heated sex exposed - but none of them seemed to care.
Aubrey crawled free of the women, her eyes clamped shut, her hands searching ahead of her as she moved.
"What's going on?" Gwen asked her.
Emma answered her question instead, her voice monotone. "The locket can make people do anything."
Startled, Gwen stood, backing away from them. Her mind felt remarkably clear for the first time since she awoke in that white-walled dungeon. Although their claim about the locket sounded crazy, she could feel it burning with power in her hand, and she had no doubt it was the force behind her mental struggles. There had never been any drugs.
Leaning down, she touched the crawling girl.
Aubrey meeped in surprise and scrambled away, her eyes still tightly shut.
