The Girl Who Made Women Say Yes, Part 5

by Eva

Fantasy fiction for mature adults only. It might help to catch up with the first four parts before this.

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I almost flew at Denise. Almost launched myself across the room at her and wanted to pull her hair out. However, as my hands – and Denise's hands too for that matter – were tied behind our backs with the white hold up stockings from Katherine to stop us tearing each other's hair out I presumed, all I propelled at her was angry words and baleful looks. "What the fuck are you doing here in my house?" I demanded.

We were standing in the dining room of the house Tony owned, the one he paid the mortgage on to ease his conscience over what he had done to his wife and kids. We had been told by Louisa May to come in here and be quiet while she did something to Preggy Bitch and Old Cow. I wondered if Josie would be joining in as well. Part of me wished she was back on the holding end of my neck chain, and a lot of me wished I was in there with the three girls. With my Lulu especially.

"Your house?" The naked woman gave a snort. "I think you'll find it's still Tony's house." She was clearly going to give me back as good as she got.

"You fucking bitch," I said, deciding that logical arguments could, after all, wait until I got the nasty stuff out of the way first.

"Yeah, right." My stepmother smirked at me. "And you aren't?"

"I didn't steal a man away from his wife," I retorted. "I think that makes me morally superior."

"Oh excuse me!" The woman threw her head back in a mock derisory laugh. "I thought seeing you naked on the end of a chain held by a dominant girl while your daughters use a middle aged woman and a pregnant female for sex might remove you from the top ten of morally perfect women."

"Fuck you," I repeated, in case she missed it the first time.

"You forgot the bitch bit," she smirked even more.

I seethed. It would be fair to say that I hated, detested and loathed my stepmother. The wicked witch of the west I always called her, at least when I was being polite. The woman who decided my husband was better than anything she could find for herself in some cheap pick-up bar and duly enticed Tony away from the marital home. Now Denise stood in front of me, thrusting those big, naked tits of hers at me – the ones with the red hand marks on them where one of my girls had slapped her boobs a few times. "Okay, so tell me how you being held down over a coffee table and spanked by two pre-teen girls makes you so wonderful?"

My stepmother blushed a little. Red cheeks all over, I thought with a certain satisfaction. She didn't look at me. "I was... Louisa May... and Kimmie.... I got a call and I was told to come over." Then she glared at me. "You think this was my idea of fun?" She even shrugged as if trying to gesture at herself, at her nakedness and even the small silver rings through her nipples. "You think I have any choice?"

I studied her face and the shock and embarrassment and even confusion on it. For a forty-three year old woman she was incredible looking. Oh I'm not stupid; I might hate this woman but I could see why my father had married Denise after my mother had died. She was twenty-something then and my own father fell for her at an age when he ought to know better. God knows, she wasn't even as good-looking then as she was now. The years had added something to her that only sexually-precocious women seem to get. Bigger boobs, a firm waist and great hips. And a sexual confidence that if you could parcel it up and sell it you would make a fortune.

God, I hated her and could clearly see why two years ago my husband fell for her charms. I just wondered – if those nipple rings were a recent addition and my youngest daughter's idea – what my estranged husband thought of them. I was aware though that I was decorated. I wanted to reached up and feel the chain hanging from my neck, the one Josie had tugged me around on. I felt a little self-conscious that it was more a leash and less of a chain belt as it hung from me. I also felt my own nipples throbbing where Josie had clipped those earrings on me. Those too I wouldn't mind removing but with my hands secured like this I would just have to suffer.

"What are you staring at?" Denise asked.

"Nothing much," I said, remembering that insult from my youth. It was childish but made me feel better. There was a brief silence between us, and I broke it with: "So he knows you're here? Knows what you are doing?"

"Of course Tony doesn't know!" The woman glared at me. "He thinks... he thinks I'm with a friend."

'"You have them still? Anyone you are planning to steal a man from?" I was winning and it felt good.

Denise's shoulders slumped. "Look, I know you hate me but it wasn't all me who decided this." She flickered her dark, intense eyes up at me and I felt a strange twinge; even with mascara streaked down her face she still had the ability to look hot. "If you want the truth you have to accept your part in it."

"Truth?" I wanted to be angry with her, but yes – I did want the truth, whatever it was.

She nodded. Denise was looking morose. She was a good looking woman to say the least and even her untidy hair and smeared makeup didn't detract from her looks. And she was feeling bad as she clearly had no choice in anything once Lulu had got her fangs in. Just like me. To my surprise, a little bit of me felt sorry for her, and try as I might I couldn't quite fight the feeling down. "So... tell me the truth then. For a start, how long have you been taking orders from Louisa May, been under her spell?"

My stepmother looked up startled. "What?"

"You aren't deaf," I growled. "You heard. I wanted to know how long Lulu – Louisa May – has been in control of you, making you do this." I stared pointedly at the woman's body, and felt a tiny pang of jealousy that her Brazilian was way better than my raw, sore shaved mound.

The bitch laughed. "You naive cow," she said. We were clearly back to world war three.

I was cross. "She told you to come over here, right? So... let me repeat in case your hearing is failing in old age" (and I thought, please let me look like that in my older age) "just when did Louisa May start owning you? When did she have the magic spell on you?"

Denise is a good actress, I will give her that. "What the hell are you talking about?"

I wanted to run my hand through my own messed up hair, but that wasn't possible. "Is it me or is one of us really dumb?" I sighed. "Even you, when you're not busy looking in the mirror at your own self, might have recognised you were being told what to do. Made to look even more like a tart than before." Chalk that one up to me, I thought with a grim smile.

"Of course I was told." Denise was looking at me like she had won. "But magic? What's that got to do with it?" She snorted a laugh. "Really, Lynda! Tony said you were stupid at times, and he's right. You must be some incurable romantic if you think what your daughter does is some sort of magic."

"Uh, well, of course not. Um, hypnotism then," I offered, feeling I was being stupid.

Denise laughed again and shook her head. "You think she somehow put you under some influence? Like she's some witch, maybe. Or some stage hypnotist. She isn't.... But how about drugs? You haven't suggested those yet."

I gasped in horror. "She drugged me... I mean, us? And those women in there who–"

My stepmother was beyond laughing at me now and she interrupted me coldly. "You really have no idea do you? She's your daughter and you have no idea what it is all about."

I shook my head. What else was there?

Denise eased herself upright and fixed her dark and very lovely eyes on me. "If you promise not to shout or swear or scream, I'll tell you. But you won't like it," she said.

I nodded. I just needed to know how Louisa May was doing this.

The woman took a breath. "Listen. It's really very simple. All it takes is–"

She got no further. The door to the dining room crashed open and Louisa May was there, grinning as she walked in with the other two girls. "Okay bitches, enough talking and making up," she said brightly. "An' I really hope you two sluts haven't been kissin' or anything."

"No," I blurted out. Denise for her part shook her head, though out of the corner of my eye I could see she looked just a little sad. I couldn't help getting a distinct and strange impression that she wouldn't have minded doing that. Maybe that was why my cunt pulsed pleasantly at the thought of her lips on mine. I should hate Denise for what she did to me and my family, but I couldn't quite bring myself to despise her.

After all, in a way she was just like me. Weak and helpless at the beck and call of Lulu, my youngest daughter.

Josie had some of that damned silver duct tape in her hand; just one piece and she marched over to me and placed the tape over my lips and smoothed it down firmly. "To keep you quiet, cow," giggled Kimmie, who was watching. "No mooing around."

"An' you get to stay here. Nisy's coming with us," said Louisa May – she always called her that. Not Grandma or Nan or anything like that; just Nisy. I picked a feeling of delight from my stepmother that she was going somewhere good.

Josie reached up and tugged the clip-on earrings off my nipples. I screamed into the gag as the blood surged back, and everyone laughed at me crying.

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I stared at the wall. I had been told to go and stand looking at it while behind me in the other room there was the sounds of sex. I could imagine from the noises and the cries and the aromas and the deep moans of pleasure it would be the finger-and-fisting delights I so wanted but couldn't have. I was furious and sad and a whole lot of other things I couldn't quite pin down. But hurt would be one of them. I looked up the wall in front of me a little, seeing where Josie had dropped the end of my belt neck chain over a picture hook. There used to be a picture of a woodland glen there. I never liked it and was happy to remove it when Josie told me, so she could "fasten me to the wall."

Now I could hear her in the other room directing operations. Two girls, three women and a lot of sighing and gasping. Someone would be cumming soon and I knew it wouldn't be me. I was alone and my cunt was on fire and my nipples aching from the where the clip-on earrings had been and I felt so helpless.

"You ready?" It was Denise's voice and she was stood at my elbow.

I shot a look at my stepmother. She had done her makeup, brushed her hair. She looked nearly as damned perfect as she always did. Just a little colour in her cheeks from arousal. Sometimes if I hated her it was because she was so sexy.

"Ready for what?" I tried to say, but it was little more than a stifled moan under the tape gag. I blinked nervously. Surely this wouldn't be good news.

Denise didn't answer my attempted question but took the end of my neck chain off the hook above my head. "Come on," she said. Fuck, she even smiled and that made me feel warm where I didn't expect it. The woman led me, her lovely hips swaying as they always did, past the scene of debauchery on the living room floor. Josie was watching both my daughters sixty-nining with the two women, who were lapping eagerly at the little girls' cunnies.

Josie also had a small flogger in her hand and wasn't afraid to use it on anyone she thought wasn't licking and lapping hard enough. The slap where she administered it to the pregnant girl's upturned back – the female arched over Louisa May – as we passed the action rang round the room. I yearned for me to be doing that to Louisa May and I'd take the flogger to do all that and more. I was so ready to be used by my youngest, but I was being taken away. I wanted to whimper a plea to be allowed to join in, but no one looked at me. I had no option here but to do what I was told. Denise led me upstairs to the big bedroom. I cursed under my breath and felt my warm cunt tingling in frustration. Damn, I was aroused and angry and unsure of so many things... and above all I was mesmerised by the woman's swaying hips as she led me up the stairs.

In the bedroom Denise guided me to the bed and sat me down, and then she parked herself elegantly beside me, though she didn't let go of my chain. "I have permission to put you to bed," said my stepmother. She smiled at me again and I wished she wouldn't do that. It made me feel strange. Made me feel like I should like her a lot, and I began to hope she liked me. And if I was as being put to bed there was a good chance she would climb in next to me. While she wasn't my youngest daughter I suddenly felt I was ready to be fucked by the woman who, until just now, I had thought I would detest forever.

"In a few moments I will be going," said Denise and a pang of anguish went through me. I was going to be alone, and I hated the feeling. Downstairs they were having sex. Lots of it, and I wasn't going to be there. She reached behind me and untied my wrists and I exercised them for a few seconds to coax feeling back into them.

Denise guided me onto my back and touched my legs, indicating they should be open. I thought for a second she would rub me but she didn't. She removed my neck chain and then carefully peeled my duct tape gag off. She leaned over me and briefly, but warmly, kissed me. "Good night," she said. "And I'm sorry, but you mustn't play with yourself. If Louisa May finds out you disobeyed, or Josie, it will be worse for you."

My stepmother pulled the bedding up over me, smiled once more and then she was gone. I was all alone, and forbidden to play.

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I woke the next morning, making my way thickly out of one sort of stupor into another. The morning sun streaming through the curtains was hurting my eyes, my head felt heavy and thoughts were sluggish. My mouth had both a nasty taste and felt like it was full of something. I remembered the gag from last night and snatched at my mouth, but there was no duct tape, no panties pushed between my teeth. I struggled to sit up, heart pounding. I looked at the bed next to me but I had slept alone.

The house was silent and I struggled out of bed. My legs felt weak and I was desperately hungry. I glanced down at myself and was surprised to see I had my black lace and pink satin bra and matching panties on; the things I had worn yesterday when Louisa May had seduced me. I felt a pang at that, but I couldn't remember putting this underwear on. All I remembered was being put to bed by Denise while an orgy of girl and woman sex was going on downstairs. I stood clutcing the end of the bed and listened; I expected the sounds of sex and laughter from the girl's bedrooms, but the house was silent. They were all probably exhausted from all that cumming – and even from the floggings and spankings.

I even wondered if they were all piled in one single bed, or if they had split up who got Louisa May. Or did she had two people? or was one of them merely left in denial like I had been, perhaps tied up so they couldn't so anything but watch and listen. I felt a fresh surge of pleasurable heat in my sex at the thought of both having sex and being made to wait for it.

I felt confused and saddened that I had been excluded from so much sex. I had seen enough, and felt enough, to know what I wanted from now on. But they had kept me dangling, left me as an outsider. Part of me wanted to demand to be included from now on, but another part of me said I had to wait until Lulu – or Josie or even Kimmie for that matter – allowed me to climax. I felt utterly helpless and excited at the same time.

There was a noise on the landing, and the bedroom door was opened. Two girl's faces peered in, a mixture of anxiety and caution on the faces of Louisa May and Kimmie. They looked at me and seemed relieved I was up. "Mum!" Cried Louisa May and ran to me, closely followed by Kimmie.

The three of us were in a family hug and I felt even more confused. This wasn't sexual at all; no hands between my legs or in my bra, no smack on my backside. Not even any offered lips for me to kiss. Not even an order to strip and open wide for an insertion. "Mummy!" said Louisa May again. "I was worried."

"Told you she'd be okay," said Kimmie in a big-sister way, but there was relief in her voice too.

"What's happening?" I asked.

"You slept all day yesterday," said my youngest, giving me an extra little girl hug, the way she always did. Just not signaling sex at all. "We were really, really worried."

"Yesterday? But I was up... and we..." I stopped myself. Where yesterday there had been an sense of sexual adventure in the air, a feeling that anything could happen, now there was only family. "I thought we did things. Uh, you know."

Both girls looked blank and then Kimmie frowned. "You did a lot of talking in your sleep," she said, disapprovingly. "Sometimes you said names."

I eased out of the girl's clutches and sat on the bed. "I don't understand," I said stupidly. "Yesterday I was, um... busy with you all. Until I came to bed, at night, and you two were downstairs with... never mind."

Lousia May sighed and looked at me as she always did when she adopted that 'worried-about-mum' look. "Aw, just dreams," said Kimmie as if she knew all about these matters.

"But yesterday," I insisted. "I was up and we had some games. Special games... they were fun and the woman from next door was here and Josie and even Denise..." I stared at my girls, dressed as they usually did on Sunday, looking sweet and innocent in their pretty dresses. "And you Louisa May told me about your teacher and that girl, "

"What about them?" Louisa May looked worried again. "I didn't mention them. You 'kay mummy?"

"You must have been having some weird dreams," insisted Kimmie. "You said you were tired, just before lunch and came up to sleep and we couldn't wake you up, so we called dad but he wasn't in, so Nisy came over. She said you were a bit ill but would be fine. Run down, she said. needed to just rest. So she made us a meal and stayed until late."

"She said to call you in the morning if you weren't up," said Louisa May, clearly happy I was up, if groggy.

"So... she's not here?"

Both girls exchanged a look. They knew I wasn't fond of my stepmother, to say the least. Or hadn't been. "She wouldn't stay," said Kimmie. "Not after, well, all those things." They knew some of what had happened between me and their dad – and Denise, of course – but never wanted to talk about it. 'Things' was as close as it got.

"But I do remember all of yesterday," I pressed on. "Mrs Leonard from next door and her daughter, Katherine, were here. The wedding was off." My heart was beating, and it stepped up pace as both girls nodded glumly.

"Yeah," said Kimmie. "But how'd you know that? Anyway, just think. Poor Katherine. She was all upset. I mean, with the man she was going to marry, Dave, breaking his leg in that car crash goin' to the church. She was all crying 'cos it had to be canceled."

"Her dress was lovely, though I could really see she was pregnant," confided Louisa May.

"But," said Kimmie, glossing over such matters. "They're still getting married next week, even though he'll have his leg in a plaster cast." She giggled at this, as if understanding wedding nights weren't meant to be so awkward. It would have to be woman on top.

I gulped. I was sure the mother and daughter were here because of Louisa May's power. But where was that now? I looked at my youngest and she was smiling in her sweet, ten-year old way. There wasn't any hint of sexual control. I made an effort to ease the door open. "I remember... you brought Josie here," i said to Kimmie, and she looked a tad guilty.

"I hope you don't mind, but I said she could come over, when Denise was here." My eldest looked sheepish. "She wanted to see this boy she likes and didn't want her mum to know."

"Here?" I gasped.

"No!" Kimmie laughed. "She met him on the street as they usually do after school and they had a chat, then she came in and we all watched TV with Denise." Then she looked worried. "You won't tell her mum will you, about Kevin?"

"No," I said. I felt miserable and lost, and Josie's crush on this Kevin was the least of my worries. Had I really slept through? Had nothing happened in bed? No sex, no domination? Had I even climaxed as I remembered? How the hell had I dreamed so much in such detail?

More to the point, was I starting to go mad, or was finally crazy? One last try. I took a deep breath. "Girls.... those toys. Those Ben-Wa–"

"Kevin," interrupted Kimmie. "His name's Kevin, not Ben."

Before I could say anything, Louisa May chipped in. "Can we call Nisy an' tell her you're okay?" Louisa May always liked talking to my stepmother. I nodded and wearily put my head in my hand as the girls skipped off to make the call. Mummy is okay, they'd report. Just a little crazy, that's all.

I got up and headed for the en-suite. The bathroom cabinet was open and the razor out on the side of the bath. I stared at it and yanked down my knickers, heart pounding anew. I could see it quite clearly: my mound was shaved but not quite as red raw as it had been yesterday.

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Epilogue

It took some time to make things up with Denise. She obviously knew nothing of a wild and crazy Saturday and I found it difficult building bridges with her after so long at each other's throats. We were suspicious of each other, but the thaw happened. Slowly but surely, even if I didn't want Tony back.

By the time we mormalised relations Katherine had become the proud mother of a baby girl – Christina – and Betty next door a very proud grandmother. There had been no scandal from school about teachers and students having sex and Mrs Sanders was up and walking albeit with the aid of crutches. Josie had started to go steady with this Kevin (not Ben at all) and there was no credit card bill for sex toys, no radio-controlled balls lying in a drawer. All the remotes were of the television variety.

I kept my mound and twat shaved, and even got good at it so it wasn't red now. Quite how I had got up that day while so deeply asleep and shaved myself, I would never know. There was, I found later, a pair of white hold up stockings I didn't think I owned, all crumpled up as if they had been used for bondage... or as I imagined they'd be if they were.

That was odd, as was the fact that the silver duct tape I thought we kept in the garden shed was actually under the sink in the kitchen, but then I had used it I remembered to tape up a small crack in the waste pipe. Just couldn't recall leaving it there.

But in all this time there had not been the slightest hint or suggestion that Louisa May had some incredible power over women. No one was saying yes to her powerful and outlandish requests. Though I often looked at my youngest and thought I'd say "yes" if she asked the question, she never did. In time she had her eleventh birthday and at no point in all that time could I think she was a sexually precocious child. Even Josie didn't seem dominating and Kimmie never once slapped my bum.

Life was normal, and all that had happened was I had once missed most of a Saturday while dreaming bizarre, sexual dreams about girls having sex with adults. Especially with me. Them asking and me and the other women saying yes like we had no choice.

In that respect, my life changed in a way I had no choice over. I did buy some Ben-Wa balls (not with radio control, though) and would tape them in me. They were lovely, I have to admit. I also acquired and a good, big dildo to make myself cum hard. Plus I even got good at cuffing my hands to the bed head when I felt I deserved to be punished and not be allowed to cum. And all the time my thoughts were on my youngest having sex with me, though the occasional spanking from Kimmie or humiliation from Josie didn't go amiss.

I came hard and often. It wasn't the same as being fisted or kissed or having my boobs toyed with, but it was pretty good nonetheless.

And then, life changed again.

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I was lying on the bed and I was self-punishing. The girls were at school and wouldn't be home for ages, and I felt naughty. I had told myself off for not asking permission to shave my cunt, imagined it was both girls who had ordered this with Josie approving and having inserted the balls and taped up (I was on my second roll of silver duct tape by this point) and gagged myself – panties and tape – I lay with my dildo next to me to tease me and cuffed my hands above my head – which had a pair of old soiled knickers (a pair of Lulu's I admit) stretched over my head

Naughty Lynda, properly being denied a cummie for being so bad.

That was when my stepmother walked in. I had forgotten she had a door key now. She stood in the bedroom doorway in her tight black jeans and sparkly top staring at me and with a sly grin she nodded slowly. Then she came over to the bed and sat next to me, ignoring my alarm and my struggles and even my mewling sounds. The woman reached down and pinched my nipples, twisting them and pulling them and even nibbling them until I finally came.

Only then did she ask me to tell her why I was doing this, when she'd taken my gag out.

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There was no point in denying anything, so I told Denise everything. All about the dreams, how I felt, what I thought had happened. I left none of it out and she listened without interrupting, other than odd questions to get me to explain detail more. I lay there for three hours and she made me tell it all. Then she did two things; she made me climax with the dildo, regagged me and made sure I couldn't escape and went to make the girls a meal for when they got home. When she came back later I was aching for her.

"Now," she said, keeping her voice down so the girls wouldn't hear me as they ate in front of the TV. She'd told them I was out and wouldn't be home until later. "Let me explain something to you."

She sat and toyed with me and when she took the gag out, she even kissed me – not like one of the girls kissing me, not at all like I imagined little Lulu's lips on mine, but it was wonderful ll the same – and she quietly but clearly told me who had the power.

"It was never Louisa May who had any power," she said. "It's in you, Lynda. You see, women who want sex with pretty young girls might think the child has the power, but it's the woman who gives it to the child. The woman has to make the moves first and then let it all grow in the girl, as it will."

"But, Denise, I want them all. I need to fucked and bound, spanked and kissed, dominated and loved." I paused, looking up at the woman I had slowly come to love. "I need the Louisa May softness and the Kimmie firmness and the Josie control of me. And the sex! Oh fuck, I need that little fist in me."

Denise nodded. "Me too," she smiled and stroked me gently, lightly over my cunt lips. "And together we will give them that power."

I blushed, feeling the warmth of the woman's hand, could see her long fingers and perfectly painted red nails. I could imagine them in me, making me climax almost as well as Lulu's hand would. "But... what about betty, the woman next door, and her daughter – and their baby girl?"

"Why not?" Asked Denise with a shrug. "If the need is in them, they will want it too." She sighed. "So many women do, and they deny themselves. They want the girl to make the first move, to show power over them. But the girl needs help. The young girl is innocent until shown what they can do. The girl needs to know what the woman wants. Then she can start giving pleasure. Or a little discipline and control, as required."

"So I'm not crazy. This is normal?"

"Not crazy at all. And more normal than you might think," smiled Denise. She looked ravishing, and kissed me again.

"I wanted you as my lover," I confessed when we broke the long kiss. "I wanted you as the girlfriend my daughter would approve of." I felt so good finally saying what I had bottled up for years.

"Me too," smiled Denise, 'but we need to get the girls wanting us. We need to give them the power over us, so then we do what they want. Not what we want. We need to be their plaything." She paused. "Even if they say no sex until they decide to allow it."

"Oh God," I moaned. It sounded fabulous and my sex was leaking my juices. "But... what if they reject us?"

"They won't, we will make sure of it. They love you right now, and even me too I think. Oh and I heard Josie saying she likes you a lot too, so... we have a chance. We just need to give them the power."

"Starting with Louisa May," I said.

"Starting with Louisa May, of course," agreed my stepmother. She got up and went to the door, opened it and called out: "Louisa May, can I have a word with you up here, please? I have something important to show you."

I heard the footsteps of my youngest on the stairs and saw Denise smile at me. Confidently, as if she knew it would all be fine. My girlfriend held the door open and my heart was pounding, my cunt wet and hot and buzzing with anticipation. I was lying there with legs apart and nipples erect and ready for sex. I was ready to surrender.

Yes. It was finally going to happen: I was going to give my lovely daughter the power so I would say yes without her even asking.