by Koby E Hill
“Read the signs, they’re not that far.”
Then show me—
A small town seems cinematic. Men all in black. Their skulls are empty. No, they have no eyes, but—
“Then open yours. Both this time.”
You know I can’t do that.
“How would I know that?”
You said we were alike.
“Then show me.”
The men are now in grey. I can see through them, to their bones and ligaments. Their organs start to fall to the floor, I try to help them pick them up but—
“Remember the tractor, Alice?”
—my father’s face, with no eyes.
Alice had opened her entire left eye, but she was not present. Her projections were also incredibly dreamlike, so their abstract natures didn’t intimidate her. Craig watched and stared with bulged eyes at first, breathing lightly. But it didn’t take long for Alice to begin breathing rapidly, and for the device on her head to indicate an abnormal heart rate. He was beginning to get oddly worried for her when her left grey eye started to bleed.
A single drop of wine-colored blood gracefully struck the floor while Alice suddenly began heaving. Craig, along with a few men who were monitoring her, ran into the room and removed the device. Alice was still taken away by whatever projection she was connecting to, and kept uttering a name that Craig wasn’t able to make out. He played his thumb in the middle of her forehead, and whispered Alice’s specific code word, that he had yet to have to use on her: “Amentia.”
Alice immediately returned to the room and found herself on her knees, being held by two men at her forearms, and Craig kneeling in front of her. His eyes looked like blue diamonds in this stark room.
“Alice, for fuck’s sake. What was that?”
Alice touched her left eye, where she could feel some liquids still streaming. She looked at the blood on her single finger and rubbed it on her thumb. She laughed. “Emmett was right. It definitely is a woman. And she knows who I am.”
Chapter 5
Alice was taken into the observation room to brief Craig on what she had heard and seen. She noted the men lacking the familiarity this psy seemed to have with Alice’s abilities, along with the use of her memory of Claire to distract her from properly connecting. What she didn’t inform them of, though, was the fact that her father’s eyeless face did not just appear before her—it’d begun biting into her left eye. And it coincided with the timing of the bloodletting.
Alice decided to retire to her room without consulting with the rest of the group. The projection had taken some energy out of her, and she needed all the rest she could acquire, if this was needed from her the following day. Plus, she had to date a particular memory.
All human beings are able to interact with their memories; they can mold them, alter them, propose situations and interactions that may or may not reflect the actual occurrence of the event. But memories are not simply the recordings of events, no. They are the paint that is used in a masterpiece. Our memories are rarely based upon what happened, but in fact, how our emotions affect our interpretation of the events.
But unlike human beings, Alice was able to house specific memories in a place in her mind she called “The Gallery”. Within the Gallery, she could either enter as a spectator and observe the memory, still with its manipulative abilities, or she could be a participant. It’s easier to think of this place like the hallway of a hotel, where behind each door, a specific memory that Alice has saved is being played out. She is able to interact with them as close as any sensation could express—in taste, sound, touch, and smell. And Alice wasn’t joking when she told Claire that there was an entire section dedicated to her—75% of Alice’s recorded memories involved her. They were her most visited when she wasn’t able to sleep or had a particularly stressful day. This day had counted as the latter, so she dove in deep.
In this memory, Claire was wearing high stiletto heels, and had come out of the bathroom of the hotel they were staying at, wearing nothing but heels and black underwear. Alice had closed her eyes and was doing her honest best not to sense the outline of her costume.
“Holy mother of God, Claire, you have once more figured out a way to out-do yourself.”
She stood next to the bathroom door, and dramatically leaned against it. Her black hair barely touched her shoulders, and her lips were plump enough to bite. Alice remembered being so aroused, her legs were shaking in the chair she was ordered to sit in.
Claire walked over and sat on top of Alice. She straddled her, pushing her pelvis hard into Alice’s. “Fuck girl, this isn’t fair. I really, really just want to fuck you.” Alice ran her hands through Claire’s hair, stopping at her skull to rub with the tips of her fingers. She moved them down over her soft body and cupped her breasts.
“No, no, Miss,” she pushed Alice’s hands off of her aggressively. Alice couldn’t hold in her laughter.
“Well, it looks like someone is feeling bossy tonight.” Claire had taken her scarf that she’d worn that night with her coat and wrapped it around Alice’s eyes. She sighed and embraced the darkness.
“This is very new, and I am quite enjoying it.” Claire was still straddling Alice as she felt her small body move once more next to her, and this time, remove something that clinked.
“Now tilt your head back, you bad girl.” Alice did as she was told, with eyebrows raised.
Claire wrapped something tight around her throat that clicked behind her neck. It was moderately breath-limiting, but Alice was excited beyond belief. Claire had forced her hands behind the chair, and then she began reaching for what she felt extended out from the device around her neck—
“Stop that,” Claire slapped her hand. Alice gasped and feigned injury.
She shook her hands theatrically. “Damn girl, you’re really into this, aren’t you?”
“Tonight, I’m not your girl. Tonight, you’re going to be my bitch.”
Alice could feel the warmth of the sun radiating from her crotch. She placed her hands on Claire’s behind and squeezed hard, searching for Claire’s face. “I’ll be anything you want me to be, my bossy slut.” She caught her lips finally, kissed hard, all to have Claire break the kiss with a sharp bite of her lower lip. They both pulled away when Alice exclaimed pain, and she could sense that Claire had felt bad about it. Alice smiled, though, touching her lip that was already beginning to swell, sensing liquid streaming from it.
“Don’t stop, baby, I want it in whatever way you want it.” There was something arousing about the fact that Claire was more than likely expressing a fantasy she had housed inside her beautiful mind for over a decade of marriage, but hadn’t possessed the confidence enough to pose the idea. It was even more stimulating to think that she’d felt comfortable enough to express a side that was dominating and relentless with her, when the opposite was so suffocatingly expected of her in the real world.
Claire obeyed the command and stepped off of Alice’s lap. As she did, Alice heard the clinking sounds again, and began to feel herself being pulled off of the chair by the neck. Claire pulled slowly, and was backing herself onto the bed behind her.
It finally clicked into Alice’s mind that Claire had put a leash around her neck, and was pulling her onto the bed.
She was beyond impressed, and more turned on than she had ever been in her life.
“Follow me, my slutty girl. You want to obey your master, don’t you?”
Alice nodded fervently. She followed as Claire led her by the chain onto the bed. Alice was on all fours, as Claire sat back against the headboard of the bed, her legs spread eagled.
“It’s time for your dinner, my bitch. Eat up, and eat fast.”
“With pleasure, my master.” Claire had pulled Alice by the chain of her neck before she had a chance to finish her sentence. She began kissing her vagina through her thin panties, sucking her bulge of a clit through her sense of touch alone. Alice made her best effort not to detect the outline of her, and bot
h of her eyes closed by the beauty of the blindfold.
“Not good enough, bitch. Really get in there, and taste your master.” Claire ripped the center of her panties and pushed Alice’s face deep into her core. Alice was wired, lapping up Claire’s naturally sweet and succulent taste while massaging her clit with her tongue. Claire was moaning above her, and rocking her hips forward into her face. Her breath was hot against Claire’s vagina, and it took effort for her to halt the pleasure so she could do what she came that night for.
“Now that’s enough, bitch.” She pulled Alice’s face by the collar up towards her. She could feel her vagina throbbing, aching and begging for Alice’s talented tongue to return back to its rightful home. She licked her lips as she watched Alice licking hers, and smiled with gleeful anticipation. “You don’t want to eat it all at once, do you? Save some for later.”
“I could eat that all night, master.” Alice laughed. Claire yanked hard on the chain, bringing Alice’s body into a bowing position.
Claire bent to whisper in her ear. “I didn’t ask you to speak, did I? Your opinion matters not in this situation. I will tell you how it goes. Got it?”
Alice nodded into the bed sheets. She couldn’t believe what was happening, and made an effort to bookmark this night into her memory gallery.
Claire climbed over Alice’s bowing form and sat behind her at the foot of the bed. She pulled the leash upward so Alice was then on all fours. “Move forward, now.”
Alice did as she was told. Claire yanked on the leash for her to stop. She waited on her hands and knees, breathing hard into the musky hotel air.
She heard more rustling sounds of a bag, and perhaps a couple of more items being removed. Soon, Claire was undoing her pants, and shimmying them down to her ankles. Alice remained still and allowed her master to do as she pleased. Eventually, her ass was bare, bent and free, and facing the sky, as vulnerable as ever.
“Oh, my bitch, you have a spectacular ass. That pussy is way more wonderful. I think I’m going to give you precisely what both deserve.”
There was a squirt of liquid, and then a gentle penetration into her vagina. It was cold on the heat of her body, and so she shivered slightly. She felt a very similar sensation within her anus, the gentle roll of two fingers moving cool lube around its surface and its insides. The touch was relaxing, Claire massaged both the inside of her vagina and her anus in way that wasn’t sexual. But once she removed them, Alice knew things were going to get very intense.
“Now I want you to brace yourself, my bitch. I am going to fill you all the way up.”
First, something thick and pointing slowly slid itself into Alice’s vagina from behind. Underneath her blindfold, she rolled her eyes in pleasure. She’d never wanted an actual man’s penis inside her, but everytime she used a vibrator on herself, or when a partner used it on her, there was something undeniably sexy about being fucked from behind. There’s power dynamic she had no problem handing over to Claire. There’s also a fullness from behind that is rarely achieved when being fucked on top, though the view was definitely a bit more enjoyable.
But at that moment, she was swimming in darkness, so her view wasn’t really important.
Slowly, Claire began thrusting deeper into Alice’s vagina. The curve of the dildo touched the spongy portion of her G-spot, and she couldn’t resist moaning and swearing out loud.
Alice heard Claire laughing in a slightly sinister tone. “Just wait, my bitch, you’ve seen nothing yet.”
After a few more slow thrusts, another dildo-shaped object slowly made its way into Alice’s anus. It was smaller, but it filled her up fast like a nail in a drywall. Alice shuddered her bum against Claire’s pelvis, and began moving both dildos in and out of her simultaneously. Alice had done anal play before, but envisioning Claire wearing a double-pronged strap-on made this kind of play more intriguing. Alice had put a finger into Claire before, and she was aroused by its taboo nature. She couldn’t believe how quickly she had been inspired to go out and buy such a sex toy by her secret female lover.
Alice moved hard against Claire, letting her know that she wanted it, and that she wanted it hard.
“Oh, you like this don’t you? Well, you asked for it.”
Claire grabbed Alice’s hips and began hammering into her. The dildo slammed into her G-spot, causing wetness to spill all over the cock’s head. Alice could feel her anus widening, gaping, asking for more, more, more. She bucked against Claire and began swearing loudly, not caring about the sounds any other attendants of the hotel were going to be privy to.
“Fuck me, yes! Fuck me hard, master! I want it, I deserve it.”
Claire began pushing even harder with one hand, her nails digging into the side of Alice’s skin. Her other hand came down hard onto Alice’s asscheek, and heard a cry out in surprise.
“Do you like that? Do you like being spanked, my little slut? Spanked while I fuck you with my hard cock?”
Alice’s voice shook as she responded, and her breasts slammed against her chest as she moved with the rough motion. “Yes, yes, yes! Give it to me, master! Fuck me as hard as you can!”
Soon, Claire began moaning in unison with her lover. She was breathing hard through her mouth, and could feel the bed moving with their relentless thrusting. The hard surface of the strap-on was rubbing against her clit, and the loud sounds Alice was making created a beautiful mix of stimulation that was going to send her over the edge.
She remembered abruptly that she had Alice in a leash. She dropped the chain on her back, so she lifted it up, and pulled on it. Alice’s head snapped back, and she responded in kind.
“Oh, fuck, my master! I want to explode, I’m going to explode.”
“Yes, my fucking slut! Yes, yes, yes!” Claire squeezed her eyes shut and continued thrusting until she began to feel a liquid leaking off the tip of her silicone cock and onto the top of her vagina. Alice was screaming for her to continue, so with all of her energy, she did. She was ready to collapse when Alice called out her name, and began quivering from inside her vagina and anus, to outside of her skin. She moved slowly against the cock and whimpered, laughter scattered in the middle in a singularly astonished emotion. Claire fell onto Alice’s back as she continued moving against her, pulling the leash slightly so she could come up to meet her face.
Claire kissed Alice’s ear, then whispered. “That was one hell of an orgasm, baby. You’re a monster when you cum.”
Alice was half listening, half in another dimension. The only person who was ever able to make her cum via G-spot stimulation was herself. And even at that, it’d been a while since it had happened. She revelled in the feeling—both pleasured and happily surprised.
“Holy fuck, Claire. I don’t think I have quite the words to express myself right now.” Claire laughed, and began kissing her back and neck as she unclipped the leash. As she removed it, she noticed a stain from a liquid that had hit the bed, and congratulated herself with a smirk. She was still wearing the strap-on, and looked down to see that there was more liquid coating the sky-blue cock, as well as the ruby-red anal plug. Alice had put her face down in the bedsheets, and this garnered more laughter and moaning.
Claire unbuckled herself from the strap-on, and moved her body over her lover’s with her mouth. She laid kisses on her bare bum, all the way up her spine, to the sweat that coated her neck from leash collar. The smell of her sweat was sweet and tasty.
Alice rolled onto her back, still adorning the scarf blindfold. Claire lifted her fingers to untie it, but it was Alice’s turn to stop her. “No,” she said breathlessly. “Leave it on. I like it. But I think it’s time for you to sit on my face.”
Claire giggled beside her, and breathed heavily at the sensation of Alice’s hands running up her chest. She sat up and swung her legs over Alice’s smiling head. “Whatever you say, Master.”
Chapter 6
Alice slept better than she had in a long time that night in her Crowden chambers. She rarely allowe
d herself to indulge in the memories involving Claire, but the plight of the occurrence in the QR was sufficient enough for her to go back to one of her most worshipped interactions. That night, after being fucked to the point of losing some of her powers, Alice had eaten out her secret lover for almost half an hour, bringing her to the edge of orgasm, teasing her with it, and then bringing her to the height of pleasure three harmonious times. They’d laid together that night for a long time, talking about her position at Crowden, and Claire, about her childhood and what it was like being married to a police sheriff of a town. It wasn’t just the sex that she indulged in, but the closeness, the feel of Claire’s breath on her skin, that sound of her laugh, and the flicker of seconds that she felt like she could have meshed herself entirely into another person.
But she knew she couldn’t do that for too long, so she focused on the sex, and then, sleep was imminent.
