"Tara" {fg mole Grooming}
She looked lonely. Not crying, but cute, depressed, and vulnerable. I guess that's what I was attracted to, not her sadness, but her vulnerability. She was alone, so nobody else to worry about.
"Hey," she looked up. Big blue eyes though, "Where's your friends?"
She shrugged, "There not really my friends," she shrugged, "They just make fun of me."
"What for?"
"Being a shrimp?" I came to find out her favorite gesture was a non-committal shrug. Her self esteem, or lack thereof wasn't attractive, just a good way to control her. I'm not gay, it's not even really sex, but I like to be in control.
"Well," I wandered, so she'd follow, "What about boys?"
"Boys don't like me either."
"I don't see why not, you're certainly pretty enough." She followed, probably just happy to have someone to talk to. Especially an older girl. "You're what, 6?"
"7." I nodded, she's probably making a lot of money from the tooth fairy. Not that that's why she doesn't smile.
"Well, regardless, boys your age are stupid." I led her back, toward the trail, and the woods. "They think girls have cooties, or whatever, which is why they're mean to you."
"Oh," I'm older, so she listens to me.
"You like boys?" Obligatory shrug. "Play with yourself?"
"Uh?" She looked surprised.
"Don't worry," I confided, "Everyone does it, I remember starting when I was potty training."
"Why?"
"My girlfriend, well my first one, she was much older." Old enough to be my Mother!
"You," she couldn't say it, "Are?"
"No, silly," I hugged her shoulders, "I'm not a lesbian, but it's not gay. Playing with yourself, or older more experienced girls. As long as you think about boys."
"I don't."
"Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. You like kissing?" She couldn't run away, but we were far enough out of sight.
She shrugged, wordlessly.
"Well," I held her out, by the shoulders. "There's only one way to find out. Huh, I love kissing, it's just practice, so you know how when you get a boyfriend." She blushed, looked down, but not at my breasts. One thing I do like about girls is we don't focus too much on the boobs. I mean, we do, but it's not like everything, as it is with most boys. Unless they're gay."
"Mhm?" She looked. I put my knuckle under her chin, and lifted her cute blushing face. She closed her eyes, and her cheeks glowed rozey as apples.
"Smp!" Just a peck, but she puckered late, and her lips blushed too. "There," I rubbed them with my thumb, "Wasn't that nice?" She opened her eyes, blinked, batting those big blond lashes.
"Hh!" She sighed, and shrugged.
"Let's try that again," I held her, kissed her longer, but didn't open my mouth, push my tongue in, and count her teeth.
"Hhh!" Her shoulders relaxed, so I hugged them, and rubbed her back. Her shoulders almost in my armpits, I could feel her ribs, and shoulder blades, she started kissing back.
"There," I felt down her arms, and took her hands. "Now, who where you thinking about?"
"What's your name?" She looked, deep in my eyes, so I swung her hands between us.
"Tara," I bit my lip, "What's yours?"
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"Abbie?" (gf NS)
"Cummon," I dropped one hand, and led her off to a log I used lots of times before. Not with a girl, she was the first girl I had to myself.
"You're pretty too." Good! She took that compliment.
Go slow. I had to remind myself. She's a scared little girl, boys can't wait, but girls need to be wooed with patience, empathy.
"Hh, thanks." I sat down, spread my skirt on my lap, and patted it. She kissed me, not again, this time she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and kissed me.
"Hhh!" I licked my lips. "I think," she blushed, embarrassed this time, "Uhm, you think, I might be?" Still can't say it.
"Gay?" She nodded.
"You really are very pretty." She kissed me again.
"Hn!" Okay, good. Now I was feeling, something. Good! It is different with a girl. I don't know, romantic? "Yeah," take it slow, "Like I said," brush some curls out of her eyes, "One way to find out."
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Gail (gf Saph Roma. Okay, it's still grooming, but Romantic grooming. Also g Solo 1st.)
"Abigail?" I nodded, "Is that what Abbie's short for?" Uh huh? "You mind if I call you Gail?" I blinked, shook my head. "It doesn't sound, you know, so childish?"
"No one else calls me that." They all say Abby.
"Good!" she kissed me, just real quick, "Then that will be just my name for you," she chucked under my chin, "Gail." I liked that.
We kissed all day, talked a little between kisses, but she's older. "How old are you, Tara?"
"Fourteen?" She's really rather grown up. Not just in the bosoms, but in the hips, even her face is more mature, and really very pretty. She has black hair, but it curls and bounces like mine when I brush it. And deep black eyes, that I just fall into. Sometimes, when the light is just right I can see mine reflected in them, and that's wonderful. She comes in closer, and I just keep staring as they get bigger, and bigger. Then, she touches noses, and turns, until I giggle.
"Hmhmhmn!"
"What?"
"Your eyes," I put my hands up, "Went like this." _ -- When she turned, to kiss me, but I touched her nose, and turned my head back and forth so they went -- _ "Mhmihihn!" _--
She hugged me, so I turned, to lay my head on her shoulder. "Hh!" she rubbed my back, and my front. Sideways, in her lap, on the log, that felt real nice. I saw her, curls twisting up with mine, but then my eyes closed. I couldn't keep them open, I didn't feel sleepy at all though. So, I rubbed my face in them, her curls and mine, in her neck.
"HhH!" Her bosom rose and fell around my arm. I like them, I don't have any, but they're warm, and soft, and round. It was a little chilly, fall afternoon, sunday, after church. I know, we shouldn't be doing this, but I don't care. I do care, I felt it, I care about her,
"Tara," more than Jesus now.
"Yes sweety?" I sat up, to look in her beautiful eyes again.
"I think I love you?"
"Well," she rolled them, "I know you're new to these feelings, but." She kissed me back. I don't care, if she said it back. I opened my mouth, and licked her teeth so she'd open them. She licked back, and it slipped between mine. Between the new ones in front, and the missing ones, the ones in the bottom growing back, and even felt along the inside of the ones in the back. Like a jackolantern's. She doesn't have to say it back, it just felt so good, wonderful to tell her.
It wasn't love at first sight, but close. I knew, within the first hour. I fell in love, that quickly, and I knew we'd be together, forever. But then, far too soon it got late. I had to go home, it was a school night, but at least I had my own room. So, I don't have to worry about, anyone hearing me. If I don't get to loud. But I tried it, the first time. Like she said, about who you think about? Well, now I had someone to think about. I know, everyone does it, eventually. My mom has a toy, she hides it, but I hear it sometimes, buzzing. And the other girls, the older ones talk about it when there's no boys around. My church is really fairly progressive, when it comes to such things. Our pastor is a woman, and we even have a gay couple. Both old men, but there welcome to.
Maybe I can take her to church? "Tara," next week. And you know, I guess I always knew? I don't like boys, but I could always see girls, our beauty, and while it wasn't like love, much less lust.
"Hh," but, aren't you supposed to, get wet, or something? The older girls, they said that, "I got so wet!"
"Hh!" I slipped my hand out, of the covers to lick my fingers. And hot, I was definitely feeling hot despite the lateness of the season. So, I pulled them down, and my nighty up to get my fingers back in my shorts, and underpants. I wonder, does she wear them, like mine? Or maybe older panties, more mature, being a teen and all. "Hh," I shrug, maybe that's not as important as what's in them, but I bet she's got hairs in there, and they're black, and curly, like her hair. God I love her hair, on my face, in her neck. I have a hand free, so I can turn, and rub my curls on my face, and my neck. "Hmm," they don't smell like her's, but I'm definitely feeling hot now, especially in my underpants. I better slip those down too, and god my legs. "Hmm!" Rub on those a while, and lick my fingers again. I feel fat, in the tummy, and especially the little pudge under it. "Hm," lick my hand, and around and round real good to get it wet. "hnhhh!" Yeah, that feels really good, slipping ov er my pudge, and my lips, my pointer, and pinky slipping between my thighs so it almost tickles, but then I can slip two fingers. In between, no lick them again. "Hlnlnln!"
Like her lips, only not as hairy, I bet. Are they hairy? Or is it just up front, I saw the magazines, and even some videos when they boys were out, or in my parents' room, watching it when they didn't know I was looking. Most of them are shaven, but there was this one. She was grown up, an adult lady, a little too old with big hard looking round boobs, and nipples bigger than her eyes, but a nice thick brown beard to contrast with her blond hair, and dark roots. But Tara doesn't look like that, she has smaller boobs, without the fake plastic implants, and she doesn't bleach her hair, and, "hhhhhHH!' Hold it.
Oh, OH! "NhhhhH!"
That feels good, oh "yeessS" that feels so good. "FUCK!" I cover my mouth, and moan into my hand. "HMMMMMM!" My legs shaking so my fingers tickle, and I have to pull them out.
Oh god, oh Tara, I love you so much!
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Morion (fm NS)
"Where's you girlfriend?"
Slowly I turned {Abbot and Costello} "Which one?"
"Lesbo."
"Pussy!" Too close, I pounced, but he jumped back. So, I had to crouch out of the landing, step in to a kneel, turn and sweep my heel back to catch it in his. "Coward!" I jumped back, ramming up with my shoulder, and twisting to land on my elbow when he fell under me.
"GUH!" Winded, I rolled back the other way, "Poltroon!" Decked him, then snap out my fingers to grab his mouth back grip. Panting through his nose, and grab his arm with my legs. Grin, in his face, until his eyes go wide, and I can almost smell his fear, his terror.
"Dove," a bird took off overhead, "Dove dove, dovedovedove!.." Beating the breath out of it with it's breast muscles. Speeding up as the world caught up to my slowing reflexes. {The Morions are naturally 2-3 times as fast as mortals. Why she tried to do so many actions in game, she's used to being that fast in the Id/Berserker state.)
"You got the balls to pick on girls," he panted through his nose, shallowly, trying to breathe after the elbow to knock the wind out of him. "You think we won't fight back? Well, let me tell you something, you yellow bastard." He closed his eyes, squeezed out tears. "We can," I lapped one from his temple, "And I do!" I jumped back, releasing him to grab his wrist, pull it back, and wrap it. "Now," I bent it back, "Leave my girlfriends alone," Pulling.
"Ahhhh!" He screamed, clawing and slapping at my shoes. "Stop, I don't know which ones!"
I let go. "Whulgh!" Kicked him one last time.
"ALL of them!" He rolled over, gagging, and coughing. "All the girls are Mine!" I grab his hair. "Get yourself a boyfriend," I slapped his ass, "Faggot." And pushed his head down. I looked back, but by the time he got up, I was gone.
"Hh hh, hH!" I looked around. Now, I really needed some, other kind of action. "HEY!" there's one, "Gail, wait up!"
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Tara (gf Fing Saph Cons Mono. Pun Note: "Of the high-Cs.")
I shifted my bra cups back up, catching up to her.
"What was that all about?"
"Sorry, he just needed to be taught a lesson."
"You really have lots of girlfriends?" Jealous?
"Naha," I laughed, "I lied," shrugging, and taking her shoulders, "You're the only girl for me, just said that so he'd leave the others alone." And, I made a choice. Right then, it was a lie, but I can make it the truth. Starting right now, not like I can smell it, but odds are with a town this size, at least one pre-budding lesbian girl. It just took a while to find her. But I can do it, monogamy, for a while at least. It just takes a little Discipline. Just because I'm a sociopath doesn't mean I have to treat her like that. Lie, cheat, and steal, that's who I am, or who I was, but I can control it. With other girls, I can still abuse boys on the side to get in the mood. God I was horny, though. I sat on My. No, OUR log, and patted my lap. But she sat next to me, turning to feel my thighs through my skirt, and raise her chin, turned to the side, and open her mouth for mine.
"Hhawlm!" She panted back in her mouth. And, gently, nervously slipped my skirt up my thighs. "HhHhH!" I shivered.
"Sorry,' she stopped, looked down. "Does that tickle?"
Catch my breath, "huh! Not quite, but they're very sensitive." Especially to her tiny gentle fingers, and the silkiness of my slip. I kissed her again, just a quick peck, but I looked down to take her hand. "Hh!" Felt it up my blouse to my heaving chest. "Hhih!" Closed my eyes, and just feel the flush, spread from my heart, and wash up to my collarbones and wrap around my throat like a wave splashing against the base of a pillar. She notices, and her soft little lips felt hot, her face brushing my hair aside to kiss at my neck. Her small hands, rubbing me through my bra, and the nice thing about blouses is they're designed to be buttoned, and unbuttoned by servants. "Huh!" God! For someone so inexperienced, she really knew how to make a woman feel.
She stopped, but I felt her breath on my neck, and it made me shiver. "Huh!" I swallowed, and tried to lift my head from where it fell back. "Can you," her hand, at my wrist between us, "Touch me?" She was going fast, so fast for such a little girl, but still not the runaway escalation of a boy, or man.
"Sure, fine," I'll follow her lead, if she feels ready, I'm not going to argue. "Huh!?" She flattened my hand on her thigh, and I looked down. She rubbed it, on her soft smooth skinny bare thigh, her skirt hiked up enough to see the side of her underpants.
"Hoh," she was back at my neck, "oh, Tarah!" My fingers actually shook with excitement, but she held my hand steady, pulling it up under the folds of her skirt, to her dry plain white cotton panties, with just a scalloped edge on the waistband at her hip. But she spread her legs, and leaned back. In my arm, she released my hand as soon as I picked out the edge with my fingers, and slipped my thumb inside. 'yes!' Breathless, her head fell back on my arm, but her hand slipped up to the opening in my blouse, into it, to feel my bra, cup my breast even as I slipped a couple fingers in her waistband, and turned them to rub her puffy hot mons with my fingertips. "Oohh!" She moaned up into the air.
I turned, scooched closer to bend over her open waiting mouth. Lapped inside it, sideways, felt her breath gush out hot on my jaw. "Wh?" My cheeks puffed and I had to pull back.
"WHWWWW!" Blowing out. Waiting, for the tangy electric tingle to creep along my tongue, numbing it down my throat, but it didn't.
"What?"
"Sorry," I blinked, laughed it of, and shaking my head. "Just a flashback."
She stopped, sat up, looked at me puzzled. Even slipped her hand out of my shirt, so I let her waistband snap back, and pulled the side of her skirt down.
"Huh!" I pulled her around, between my legs to hold her hips. "It was, another life." Literally, "Or it feels like it sometimes," a couple generations ago. "My," mother/"Lover was, into breath play. She used to do that," when she was possessed, way back in the 15th century, at the Rape of Pori. I blinked back time, all right Morion, I don't need you for this.
Fine, fuck you too!
"Hh, it's just. Painful, it's a painful memory."
"I'm sorry," she nodded, "I can't imagine, being molested like that." I had to hold back a laugh. "What, ha Hehahihihn!" I tickled her, grinning and laughing to changed the subject. I stopped when she slapped my hands.
But she's right, "I can't explain it." Even write out, what it's like. Being molested from birth, and being able to remember, even before that. My father, fucking my mother when she was pregnant. "Hh." Stop. Go away. NOW!
But I wasn't molesting her. This was love, I could have love for a little while. "I love you," I lied. but I kissed her, I sure could try.
She frowned, looked adorably serious. Not pouting, she ment it, so I braced myself. "I know it hurt, but I." She looked down, "I want to know everything about you. I care about you."
"Here," I put my knees back together, and helped her up on my lap. Took a deep breath, "Hhh, all right." I lied, to my self, "What do you want to know?"
"Why are you, an orphan?"
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Christina/Morion (gF...Fm. NS. Trigger warning: Literally.
St: Chambers Brothers - Time has Come Today (Extended version)
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PWH! I jerked awake, heart pounding, and time contracted around me. I heard the clock tick, in the hall. Tock
Tick...
The shot sounded muffled?
Tock...
Her bare heels, going down the hall.
Tick...
The door creaking open across it,
Tock...
"No, pleas;"
PWH!
Louder. Even in the dark, the room took on the hazy pebbly bluish tone of low light, and I took a deep breath. Forcing myself to relax, lay back, slow my breath, and eventually, my heartbeat with it.
Tick...
The door opened, slowly, "Hhhhh." She was gone. Completely gone. Berserker, and I took my next breath through my nose. The tang of chordite sharp in the air, the revolver hanging limp at her side, then coming up. Over the bed, hanging over my face like my step-father's cock playing Brother/Sister nightime incest.
"Hhhhhh!"
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Time never moved so slow before, or i cannot remember ever thinking so fats. In all my lifetimes, my hands seemed to take forever, coming up, under the covers, slipping back over my forearms from pulling them up to my neck, and I could hear the trigger. The spring going tight, pinging in the grip, and the inner action pushing back the heavy hammer, the long spring in the handle, the cylinder turning even as my eyes flew open to catch it by her wrists.
P W HHHHHH!
Burning my hair, but then the clock ticking so fast it almost caught up to my racing heart. Kicking off the covers to twist around, get them over her arms, hand sliding back to grip the ferules in the fluted cylinder, the 5 shot cylinder, 2 left, holding it to lock up the action, the half cocked hammer. My heels hooking in over her breasts.
Tick
"NHHHH!" I got my legs over, before she could lock out her elbow, head aside out of the way anyway, and pushing to bend it. Up, she put her hand over the backstrap, but I had all the leverage, my whole body to keep forcing it up, to her throat.
"Hh."
She relaxed, nodded, closing her eyes, and tears rolled out bright in the light from the hall filtering through her ringlets. She swallowed, and I let the cylinder go.
PWH!
"Muh'himhimhim!"
She held my shoulders. My face in the bloused sleeve of her's, sobbing.
"She shot my brother, pleading for his life, arms stippled with freckles from the unburnt powder in his room across the hall. Her girlfriend, therapist, her gun. She didn't, NUH! She was, still alive. The first shot, wasn't to the head, she shot her through the heart. And the back, the bed. The blood, there was so much blood, and it spurted out the sucking chest wound from her broken heart, still trying to beat. She held me, in her arms, and finally died."
I turned, to the bedside, didn't even wash the blood off, or think, just watched my hand reach out, pick it up, felt it settle down over my head, hair, and eyes.
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Gail (gf Saph...)
"So," she finally calmed down enough to talk. "You're, schizophrenic?" Clearly, I couldn't make out half of what she said, sobbing, and what I could didn't make a lot of sense.
"No, well, sort of, but. Huh!" She rolled her eyes. We walked back, hand in hand, right out in the open. The word had already gone out, I was her girlfriend, and nobody, Nobody could do anything about it. "Huh, I hear voices, but they're out of the past. I was born with Her, as was my mother. I don't understand how, but it's like another past, and she was Possessed."
"By a demon?" this just sound crazier, and crazier, but it's too late. I already love her too much. And she protects me, the bullying stopped. But if I scare her away, it could get really very much worse, than just bullying. I don't want to be raped, but I know what can happen to girls like me in a small town like this. She told me.
"Something like that, the best I can figure out is this ancient microscopic alien intelligence, who also happens to be the inspiration for human legends of the Devil. Basiatus, the Immortal strangler, and More;" She paused, "My, ancestor. She was the first, hybrid between this, and Basiatus. He created another, far worse, who's basically what you would think of as Lilith. The mother of all Demons."
"Adam's first wife."
"There were no," she shook her head, clenching her eyes tight, "Or there was many, it depends on how you look at it, but she bred all the apelike protohumans into modern man. She also thinks of Us, humanity as the Demons. Earth is hell, and the rest of the universe is Heaven."
"And the garden of Eden?"
"Was destroyed in a flood. Gibralter, you know where that is?"
"Between Spain and Morocco?" Geography.
"Yeah, well originally, it was an asteroid, to break the ice dam holding back the Atlantic, and drown the rest of the breeding experiment."
"Like Noah."
"Only there was no Noah, and Atlantis, and all the legends including Christianity are basically mankinds' best understanding of things they can't comprehend."
"They?"
"Humanity."
"You're not human?"
"No, I'm Natali."
"What's that?"
"Like I said, the breeding race that passes down these memories from mother to child. Sons too, my brother had them, and the Demoness when he was born."
"But he was killed."
"Right, which is why I decided to become a Lesbian." She kissed me, "Yet another nice thing about girls is you can't get me pregnant. Well," she thought, "Neither can boys, but they have a nasty habit of turning into men."
We got to her house, or the halfway house. The orphanage where she lives, so she let my hand go to follow her up the stairs. To her room, I looked around. It was tiny, almost like a walk-in closet, or a cell. Just room enough for her bunk, a dresser, and some space in between to open the drawers. "You don't even have a closet?"
"Well," she looked around, "not literally, but my" she put up the quoty fingers, "Closet," end quote, "Is most of my mind. It's got basement, and a dungeon." I'm sure I'll understand all this eventually, but I just nodded.
"So," I looked around, not much! "What d'you wanna do?"
She laughed, "Now don't start that!" {~Disney, "The Jungle Book."} I giggled, "Want to watch a movie?"
On her bed, the TV/VCR combo on the dresser across from it. I nodded, excitedly!
She lay down behind me, and brushed my hair out of the way. I curled up on her arm, and she scrunched the pillow under her neck.
:A: Paramount Picture; faded on the screen to a mountain in the distance.
A Gulf Western Company;
A western?
Paramount Pictures Present; "Huhn!"
A Lucasfilm ltd. Production; "Oh," I nodded, "I seen this," took me a moment to recognise it. So, I turned over, skooched up to kiss her.
"HhHihn!" She tickled me!
"Hey," she grinned sideways, "This is my favorite movie!" {~Duh. She's Wonder Woman, cosplaying Indiana Jones. And the Raiders of the Lost Ark, of course. Musical score by John Williams, you can utoob it, and play it in the background.}
I giggled back into her lips, Jungle noises behind me, and it was getting hot and humid in here. She said she was, Molested. That was the word she used, but. it didn't sound, that bad. Right now... Just the touch of her fingertips, in front, when she slipped her nails in my wasteband, and flipped them over. "HhH!" The touch of her fingertips under my belly. "Well," She opened her eyes to mine, and they reflected greenly from the screen, shining blue on the wall behind her. "We have some unfinished business." From earlier, on the log. I felt her hand on my hip, but slipped it down, let my leg swing back, and she caught the hem of her skirt. "Hmmmmh!" Her knuckles brushed the front of my thighs, it didn't tickle. At all.
"Haw!" Donkeys?
"Nh! gnh,' Swallow when the backs of her fingers brush my underpants, flip, and feel down, over to my hip, and then my waistband. Her thumbnail, then a tug. "Uh," scooch my hip, then fidgit so she can slip them down under it. Then her nails are inside, brushing up my fat underbelly, and I gasp, sigh as she slips them down my top hip. The pushes, gently turning me back on my bottom, then they pull my skirt out underneath. Huh!" I look up, see the plain blue lit ceiling.
"HAOHHHHHH!" Look over at birds scattering from the mouth of the statue.
"Uh," look back, "Isn't it kin'a loud?"
She nuzzles into my hair.
'so we don't have to be quiet.'
"HUH!" She pulled my legs up by the panties, and it surprised me!" She rubbed my legs, up and down them, but I stuck them out, so her hand went back and forth from my panties at my knees to my crotch. "Huh!" Down the other leg, "HuhH!" "Huhnana!"
Almost a tickle, but then her hand stayed there. And she rubbed between my thighs with the side of her thumb. "UH!" Then over it, my mons rippling, and rolling in and out from the deep rubbing of her thumb. Then she rubbed a circle, then a circle the other way. I was shivering with excitement, barely aware of my fast shallow panting. 'enough beating around the bush?' Her hand slipped up, my dress, then over my chin to my mouth. "Kiss it, lick it. Get it wet." No problem! I looked down to her rubbing her fingertips over it, then it went back down, to touch me again.
"If they knew we were here, then we would be dead already."
Her fingers slipped down, sowly, her wet thumb pressed back to roll around on the soft spot at the top.
Then, I felt myself splitting, her fingertip slipping up, the sides of the nail almost scratching inside my lips.
"AH!" It hurt, but I'm not sure if it was more than the shock of pleasure?
"Huh," she stopped, looked back at the screen, "hair trigger."
CLCT, K'Klict!
WhwHW!
WKH!
PWH!
I couldn't have looked to watch him whip the pistol out of his hand if I wanted to. No idea what she did, but my hands went up to cover my mouth, so I could moan, and scream as loud as I wanted to!
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"What's this?" I picked up, an orange plastic hat. Like a paper hat, only orange plastic, and curved instead of straight folds.
"Don't!" She knocked it out of my hands, "Put that on!" I put my hands up, frightened that she hit me, but she was calm. So calm, it was scary. "Huh!" she stopped, and her hands started shaking, "I don't even wear it any more." She pulled out some clothes, picked it up with a shirt wrapped around it like she didn't even want to touch it, wrapped it up, and stuck it under her bed. "Hhhh," she shivered, sat down with her head in her hands, and her hair spilling over her face. "I went away?"
She looked up. "What?" She wasn't scarey, she looked so sad, I almost wanted to hold her again.
Her face dropped, "Like this," waved her hand in front of it, no expression. I nodded.
"For a second," when she hit the hat out of my hands.
"Yeah, if I get like that. Run, hide, and don't come out until it's over."
"What?"
"Worst case scenario?"
I braced myself, took a breath, and nodded.
"A holocaust."
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"Marion" {f/Ms Gang NS. g NS. Mayhem Threat.}
"Don't look," she stopped, knelt to pull the lace out of her shoe, then put her other foot forward to get the other one.
"What is it?" I looked around anyway. "Hh!" The boys, all of them. Looked like every older boy, and young man in town. Out in the open, but nobody else I could see. I looked up, and she picked up 4 pebbles. Like David, we watched her favorite movie. Cuddling in her bed, she looked up, right past me.
I backed up, she was gone.
"Courage in numbers, eh?"
Freddy, "We don't need dykes in Our town." {Alphred, the Alpha.}
I backed up, we're surrounded, but her eyebrows came together, and she spat in her teeth. "Come and get it." Hands together in front of her, her fingers wrapping the pebbles like spider legs wrapping a fly.
"Grab them," they held my arms, out, but didn't touch me. Molest me, rape me, I was shivering in fear. But I was safer, the farther I was from Her. She relaxed, let her arms drop to her sides, the pebbles dangling and swinging from the ends of the shoelaces almost to the ground.
"Well," they held back, hands up, still hesitating to get close, "You guys ready?"
Some of them looked at eachother.
TWIL/THWIP! The bolas spun around two teens' wrists, and she spun, dropping to cross her arms, yanking them down, and crashing together.
"NyAH!" She threw them, flying apart, the other pebbles swinging from their arms, "YrauH!" She jumped, spinning, and kicking over. Kneed one behind her in the face, and snapped out her foot to kick him, spinning sideways away like a ninja in a kungfu movie.
Then they moved in, so I couldn't seen them, so many.
"Shut your eyes, and don't look at it, no matter what happens." ~I. Jones.
"Shut up, slut." The didn't let go, but I bent my knees, let go, they held my arms up, and out, but I just kept praying. Not to god, not to Indiana Jones, I guess maybe Basiatus? Whatever that is, just to survive this, just let us both survive this without getting raped. Gang raped, there had to be 25 guys there, maybe even 50, I couldn't count, so I just shut it out. Just held my head down, shaking it, eyes clenched as tight as possible so they hurt, praying.
"HRAHAHAHAH!"
"Ahhhh!" Dear god, they opened the Ark! "yaAah! wuUgh!" Slaps, and thuds, someone tumbling away, but I just shook my eyes.
"Tell the sons of Israel to raise a contribution for Me; from every man whose heart moves him you shall raise My contribution..."
"Áget', ṓ Spártas euándrō
kṓroi patérōn poliatán
laiá mén ítyn probálesthe,
dóry d' eutólmōs án'chesthe,
mḗ pheidoménoi tás zōás.
Ou gár pátrion tá Spárta!
Emprós ṓ tēs euándrou Spártēs
tékna patérōn politṓn,
diá tēs aristerás cheirós tēn aspídan probálete,
diá dé tēs dexiás me tólmē to dóry ypsṓsate,
mē pheidómenoi tis zōés
giatí autó den eínai patroparádoton stēn Spártē!"
{~The battle-hymn of Athena.}
"...And look that thou make them after their pattern, which was showed thee in the mount." ~Exodus, 25. "Amen."
"Don't run, why're you running?" That sounded like her again, "COWARDS!"
She turned around to see me, then frowned an grinned at the same time. One let me go, but the other one pulled me up, holding me close, behind me. Backing away like a human shield, and hostage.
She held up a finger. "If you harm a hair on her head, so help me God." shook it at him, and he was literally quaking with fear. "I will Not kill you." She let it fall, calmly, stood up straight, and Looked at them. Her lips peeled back, and she growled through her teeth. "I will just chripple yuo," spit sprayed out, "To SHuPHer for the rest of your pathetic LyPHe!"
he let me go, and ran.
She caught me, my Katayana. "Are you all right?" Falling back, limp, she picked up my head, her hand gently cradled in my hair. "Abigail, are you okay?" I could see the concern in her yes, searching mine, worried.
"Yeah," I nodded, "They didn't hurt me, they didn't even touch me!" Just don't hunt them down, and, torture them. I hate them, but god, please don't! I begged with my eyes.
"Uahh!" Alfred tried to get up. "Ghuh!" Dripping blood from his flattened nose. "Fugh!?"
"Run!" I screamed, "Run for your life!" He took off like a sprinter, and only looked back once.
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Morion {gf Bond Exor Gdag Rape Fant.}
She looked scared, still shaking.
"Kat?" and worried?
"Who?" I tried to remember, but I could feel. Something, deep in my heart. She wasn't my enemy, "We, are lovers?" Unbelievably.
She held my face, "Is she gone?"
"What is her name? Say it!"
"Katarina," Nope, I feel a stirring, in my heart.
"Hh," I let her go, looked around, grabbed my shoes. "Well," fuck, no laces, "There's only 2 ways to get ridda me." Look back, "And you're not gonna beat me outta her." Down, "I need your laces."
Whoever this Kat is, she sure can pick a damsel in distress. "Huh!" Roll my eyes, but I'm out of time. I don't recognize anything, it doesn't smell right. "Where are we?"
"Hm?' she looked around. "Rollah?"
"What continent?"
"America, Rolla Missourah."
Too far from the sea, but she held up the laces, I snapped them between my hands, let them play out to the Aglets. Walk to the trees, looking up for low lying limbs, bend the ends together, and pull loops through overhand while I spot one out. About a cubit each, knotted. Push the loops through again, and pull one tight over my wrist. "Huh," flip the other over, and catch it. Slip it over my other wrist, and stand up on one to to reach, and pull it tight.
"What's your name?"
"Morion touPori..." Jihadina...
\that should suffice/
"What are you doing?"
"Hh, I'm either going to have to swim back to Pori, or you're going to have to make love to me."
"What?" I grinned, she looked surprised.
"Hh," I felt tired, relaxed, and let my weight slowly settle on my wrists. "Can you do that?"
She smiled back, nodding, "I can try."
She got behind me, pulling up my skirt, "Hhk, pt!" Spat in her hand, and reached around to pull her underpants out with the other. "Hh," she gripped my around the waist with her arms, turned with her face across my back.
"Good," don't see something new every day, and I could feel more. Welling up from my heart, some familiarity.
Who're you?
\chritiana/
Irony!
\i know, right?/
"HhHhH!"
You, love this, scared little thing?
\i didn't mean to. She was going to be a victim, then somehow stole my heart/
"Phft!" Romantic bullshit, in my day My heart belonged to no one!
\no Man!/ Fair enough, \you really are conservative in your concepts of sexuality/
Yeah, well, my morality is older than This time!
\and you won't get your rest arguing with me. You can feel it. our love?/
Is that what you call it?
\well I can't, so shut up and feel a moment, damn you. Or you'll never be released./
all right, it would just be nice if she had some Strength. "Harder!" She jumped, and I sneered, "You'll have to fuck me, so stop beating around the bush an Fuck me!"
"You mean," she stopped, "With my finger?"
"Try two, your hand, your head, that stick over there, nHM!" I arched. "Yeah, HARDER!"
\Gently, it's her first time,/
"FUCK YOU! No, not you, you fuck Me! Try making a fist, with your shortest, and first finger, and Punch Me. NYaugh, yes, Hrdr rugh!" I yanked, almost swinging, and her toes dragging in the dirt. "Raugh!"
The crack of his nose on my knee, then the rush. Grabbing the smallest to turn, backstep, and throw, sidestep, and throw the other way, beating them back with their own. "HRAUGH!" Slamming my elbow into a fat soft belly, uppercutting to grab his throat, and knock him off his feet, "Yaugh!"
Stabbing into me, "|'yes, that's it faster, I love you, I love you darling, we're almost there,'|"
"YAAAAAAH!" the laces shaking in my palms, cutting deep in my wrists,
/Don't break them!\
"Uhn!"
Falling, splashing so the waves crash back, lifting me, carrying me, I can see it. The harbor, the cliff, my home. The tide, ebbing, sinking, slowing to gush over the rocks, drawing back, slipping down, 'huh!'/
yes,
\
...
My back slipping gently, to ground in the rocky sand, and the stars. Casseopea, looking down on me, to close my eyes.
/you did well, my champion.\
The tears breaking out, and slipping back into the sea.
/rest.\
"Hhhhhhhh...'
Gail {gf Gdag. Which is kinda like Fdom, only without the Domination, and a girl, of course.}
"Hymn!"
She relaxed, her head falling, pulling her hair up off of mine. It was, rough. My arms felt tired, and she didn't even twitch when my fingers slipped out of her. With a lot of fluid, I saw where it splash down as if she'd peed, but I could smell it. That was not pee. She swung a little, passed out, so I stood up, let her underpants snap back, and the skirt drop.
"Snh?" Ooh, "Snhhh! Nlaoul! Smup!" Her cum, god her cum, like, buckets of it! I wanted to get down, suck it out of the dirt, and lick it from her thighs. "Huh!" But, "Smlap!" It lingered in my mouth, so I guess I can hang onto the taste.
"Uhn!" She got her knees under her, "Huh!" She looked up, started picking at the knot on her wrist.
"Uh," her hands looked like bruises. TWP! She shook it, flexing her fingers, and made a pained face.
"Was that your, demoness?"
She shook her head, "Nemesis."
"Your, archenemy?"
"No," she shook her head, massaging her hands, "Sorry," and the sharp lines where they cut into her wrists. "The goddess, personification of Divine Retribution. The wroth of the Gods."
"The Greek Gods?"
"Yes, she is Greek. Granddaughter of Chaos, or as she knew him, Basiatus."
The lines around her wrists looked sharp as cuts, but didn't bleed. She held up my laces, untied without even looking at them. "And that's where you learned to fight like that?"
"Oh," she shook her head, "That's," she had to look it up, "Desimokratos, a reflex map. The fighting style of the Immortal Strangler, with garrottes, whips, bolos, lariats, and nets. Not to kill, but to capture, kidnap, and strangle unconscious."
"And, torture?"
"He wasn't much into torture," her eyes went down, with her brows, "But it does help if they're bound." Yup, definitely her grin.
"Is that why you had to tye yourself up?"
"Huh!" she sat down, on her skirt, and folded her legs.
"Well, that's as much for safety, I suppose. She wouldn't have killed you, probably. She never did, or if they did it was from infected wounds because medicine was barely invented, then forgotten. However, now that I think of it, I think," she felt her wrists, "Huh! She's basically a symbol, or a complex of subconscious symbols, so it may help more her back to Pori."
"What's that?"
"The rock, a tiny island where we came from. The Natali, that's where we were created."
"And sex."
She shook her head.
"Rape?" I, raped her!?
"In her mind," she nodded, "Oh, don't worry. Huh! That wasn't rape, but she was born from it, like the Pheonix. Genocide, but old school ancient genocide. Kill all the men, burn it to the ground, build over the ruin, and. The analogy is 'Salt the Earth,' but literally they raped all the women to thin out their blood."
My mouth, was covered the whole time.
"Like I said, her grandfather was literally Chaos. She's like the Phoenix, she has to die to be reborn."
"I'm so sorry," the stink on my hands, only reminded me.
"Hh, rest your heart," she pulled out my hair. "That wasn't me, and it wasn't Rape. It was pretend rape, to remind her where she came from. For me, it was love, to bring me back to you. And besides," she winked, smiling, "She likes your hair, too." She closed her eyes, "Don't worry, she'll grow." With a wry smile. Then it faded, and she went away a moment. My heart trilled with fear.
"Yeah, well she needs to learn to Fight. They will be back."
"Hh," she looked at me. The real her, my darling Tara. "I know." She pulled me in, to kiss me. "My only regret," looking deep in my eyes, "Is the first time wasn't with me."
"Well," I leaned in, "It could still be our first time." I looked around. Still kind of out in the open, there's trees, but, I don't mind. If someone sees us, me with my girlfriend. "Hh," What're the gonna do, with her here? "Lay back." I pushed her shoulders. Besides, I think I was getting the hang of it. She was still wet, she gushed so much it ran out through her panties, and down my knuckles, but I had to dry my hand, and wipe the grit on her skirt. While I was picking it up, she lifted her legs, and her backside when I pulled them from her hips. "Huh!" I took a deep breath "HAH!" Tented the skirt over me.
Yeah, if we're gonna do it, right out here in the open, it doesn't mean I want anyone else to see her.
But now I can see, what I'm doing. Feel the damp crinkles of her pubes, and rub them roughly. "HMH!" She bucked a little, "Not so rough!"
"Sorry," I petted it back, like the head of a dog, or, "Hhimn!" Her pussy, of course! Which pulled it, tight? Her legs were wide open, I could almost see inside, but it was dark, and pinched almost closed when I pet it like that. So, I let it go, and touched her. Made a V with my fingers, and held her open to take another deep breath. "Snhhh!" Through my nose, and it swirled around in my head. "Hmn, nlilp!"
"Mh!" She rubbed her skirt around in my hair, so I licked her again, "Yh!" Right there, yes I know what it's called, but if you don't know, I'm not giving you directions. I felt it, last night, but if I pet it back with my other hand, and hold her open like this, it stretches, and I can even feel it bulge out a little. With my tongue. then on my lips, then "SIP!"
"HUH!" She pushed me back. "Uh! that's intense!" I nodded in her skirt, so I bent to lick it instead. Again, and again, until instead of bucking into my face she just started, rocking? A little, against the strokes of my tongue, faster, and faster. "Huh uh uh uh!" She pushed me off again. "Uh, could you, try fingerfucking me, a little?"
I grinned, and turned my hand over. On her beard, like I did with my arms around her, but I put my elbows up this time to hold her legs down.
lmL No, underneath this time. So, I can hold the top open with my fingers, instead of punching her with my nuckles the way Morion told me. That was too rough, she likes it too rough, and I don't want to rape her, or pretend to rape her. That's hateful, and I want to make love. So, I pulled her hairs back with my fingertips, and I swear her pea got even bigger when it slipped back out of her pod. "Ym!" She couldn't buck, so I kissed it, but I didn't suck. And I thought, lips to lips, but sideways, so I turned my head back and forth until her hips rocked it out, and bumped my nose. "Hihim!" I kissed her, sucked her in so she humped it out.
"Hm,' maybe if I turn my head, and push my pips to her lips, so i can switch my tongue back and forth instead of up and down, and she starts humping so hard and fast that i don't have to fuck her. I just been holding my fingers in her, but now the outside ones are slipping over her rocking lips, or between them and her thighs when they slip, but my knuckles keep slipping in again and again, and it's hard to follow her pea with my tongue, but it's too late anyway, and she stops.
"HhuhHhH!" Starts shaking, and sucking at my fingers, and sunk down so they go all the way in, and I think I bumped something, and she doesn't gush again, but a wet squirt runs down the back of my hand to my wrist, and I feel, something. Not like a hole, but a tube, right over her love hole, go wide, and the tiniest drop of, something. Greasy, and musky like lamb, I catch on the rip of my tongue, and rub up behind my teeth to fill my mouth with it's musky flavor almost like a stink. A really good stink, if there is such a thing, almost like piss?
"Afugh!" She pushes me off, and I even slip my finger out, but she slaps my head with her thighs, and just holds it there, shaking so hard while I gasp, and pant in the hot and muggy sex drenched air under her skirt.
"Huh, huh huh!"
"Kuhl wahad! I haven't cum like that in 3 dozen generations!" Her legs relaxed, and fell, so the skirt could slip down, and I could look up at the joy on her face. "Huh, all right." She grinned, "I guess I can see what you love her for."
"Morion?" I grinned.
She grinned back, and winked.
"Yeah," I laughed, "I think I'm getting the hang of this."
They laughed with me, so I started ticking her thighs, to make sure it was her.
"Ahahahahaha!" she tried to push my hands away, "Stahp, stop."
My "Katarina?" She nodded, breathless. "Good," I kissed her.
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{Christina/Morion are fairly well integrated at this point, barring a major triggering event like a rape-gang. If you're wondering what happened there, 'Tina hid, and Morion did what Morion does. That's why it was so difficult to switch back, Tina had never had to Assert control like that before.}
Gail {Ff NS}
"Mhmhmhmhmh!"
"Here," I reach over to feel her shoulder, "Roll over." I hold her, her bosums shaking in my arms, petting her curls down her back. "It's over." I'm here with her, and I'm not her mother. "Same dreamemory?"
She sniffed, shook her head. "I remember, her molesting my brother. The hum of the vibrator in the water, before I was born. Then she stopped, and. Ngh!"
"It's okay," her eyes wet my shoulder, "You don't have to say it." He told her, she stopped when she was born. When she started molesting her instead. Finally, she ran out of tears, and got up. I watched her at the desk, writing furiously. Stopping only to think, and chew on the pencil. It helps her, to Displace it. To someone else, characters like her therapist showed her with dolls. Not playing with them, reliving it out in front of her. In her hands, where she can see it, control it, and change it.
This is a regression, how she can think back to before she was born. I know, it sounds impossible, but I believe it. She is impossible, which is why I love her, and I care about her. This is hard, but this is the only way she gets better. She has to tell the story, again and again. The paper makes it easier, for her to think, remember, and then take it down. To burn them, I read them first, so I can understand her better too. Then it's gone, up the chimney, carried away with the smoke so she can bury it with the ashes.
This time I think, I hope she can understand not just what she did to her, and how, but why:
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Jeanie {FF Toys Vibe Pred. Not that she's conscious of how Predatory her seductions are. It's "Not gay," neither.}
"Come on in," she looked a wreck, "Great timing, Chrissy just went down for a nap." It's hard on us, all of us military wives. When our husbands are deployed, together they leave everything to us. And it builds up after a while. It was just nice to have some peace and quiet for once. I took her arm, she was shaking so. Into the bedroom, "Lay down." On our bed, "I've got just what the doctor ordered." My magic wand, I got him out of the box. "I was thinking you could borrow him. Tonight, but I can see you need it pretty badly right now." Screwing him open, I unclamped the batteries from the velvetine insert, and made sure to drop them in the right way. "Relax, you can take your clothes off." While I can, stimulate myself through my clothes, this was her first time, and "We're both ladies here, no need to be embarrassed." I probably need to be able to see what I'm doing.
I've got the Ultra Power model on order anyway, it should come this week. I was outgrowing him anyway. Meanwhile, she's one of the more, prudish women in our little group. She blushes, and covers her mouth especially when I discuss the ways we deal with the loneliness, and my hornieness. The show is still on in the living room, but I can miss them for a day, they'll catch me up tomorrow, they always recap before moving on. I just got caught up, in their Lives (The Days thereOf) especially the romances, and affairs. It makes me horny, but I know how to deal with that. "Good," she's still self conscious, but "Nothing to be ashamed of, you're a beautiful woman, and Joseph is lucky to have you. We make sacrifices, though." twist. HMMMMMMM! "But we don't have to suffer alone. First, show me how you masturbate."
"Oh," she blushed, covering herself, "I don't;" Of course not, this may be harder than I thought. Not my first time, there are many wives in our little group, and some are more prudish than others.
"Hh, well you have to relax for this to work, here." I sat on the bed, "Move your hands..." Gently, "Nothing I haven't seen before." Well, everyone is different, but other than the natural hair, she appeared, appropriately immature. Married young, and I supposed only sexual with her husband around. None of it pulled out like a slut's from too much fucking. Which isn't healthy either, but just seeing the shivering tearful mess she had become was poof enough. "Relax," she closed her eyes, and brushed her hair back, "Try to think about Joe, coming home."
"Mhm?" She nodded, biting both lips so they disappeared. "Spread your legs," she held her knees together like a virginal schoolgirl. "Hh!" I closed my eyes, licked my lips. Remembering my friend, my best friend, when we're freshmen. "Huh! Yes, just relax." The first touch of her vibe, I touched her pubes, rubbed through them gently with my thumb, and pulled it back. To stretch her lips up.
"Mh?" I sat between her knees, so she didn't clap them together again. "There, doesn't that feel nice?"
"Mhm?"
"Hh!" I could smell myself. "SNH?" But not her, yet. Still so self conscious, almost afraid, her bare bosoms still white. Of course, she's not the sort to go swimming in public. The tanline almost to her neck, always buttoned up, I realized I hadn't, really gotten a good look yet. "Here," I lifted her hands, to her chest. "This helps, touch them, the way Joe does. The way you want him to, when he comes home." She nodded, and relaxed.
"Hmh!" Her face, yes it's starting to blush. Beautifully, and her knees aren't as tight against my sides. "Let me touch you, for him." I had turned off the motor, to save batteries, but just felt it down through her pubes again. "There," I rubbed her tummy, her nice flat smooth tummy, without a sign of stretch marks. I was a little jealous of that, and the perkiness she still had in her chest.
"Hh!" She humped her clitoris off of the tip. "Oh, Joe!"
I slipped it down, and back up. Over and over until finally it came back up damp. A little shiny. "Okay," I pinched the battery cover with 2 fingers, "Now I'm going to turn it on, okay?"
She nodded, HMMMMMMM! "Oh!" Her eyes went wide, and her mouth like a baby's grin, only with teeth of course. "HmnH!" She closed them, and licked her lips, nodding silently.
"HMMmmMMmmMMmm!"
"Huh!" her hips rocked in time to the tip, "Uh, hUh!" Slipping up, and down, her lips quivering from the motion of the motor, and I just kept up, dipping more moisture out of her, until the tip was slick and shiny, to slip up her little man in a boat. "Uh!" Her eyes flew open again, but she looked down to grab my hand. "Ynh!" Press it down, into her pubes again. I rubbed it around, swinging back and forth to get the arc of her triangle, until she started to push it back down.
So, "Here." I gave it to here, "Why don't you give it a try?" I wouldn't be there, every night to do this for her. So, she might as well get the hang of it, and I was starting to feel needy myself. "Hh!" I sat back, put my legs up over hers, and my elbow down below me. Unbuttoned my pants left handed to feel inside, and I was more than a little damp. Hot, and bloated inside, a little jealous of her with my other man, but she needed it more right now. I was just so happy for her, finally becoming able to feel this, and satisfy herself. It's not healthy, I tell you. Waiting for months at a time, with chores, and screaming brats to take everywhere, and never having a moment to yourself to feel satisfied.
"Oh!" I looked down, but she held it out. "OhohohOHOH!" Just at the opening of her love tunnel. Split open, and shiny from the fragrance dipped out and rubbed up and down, then her fingers pushing down, from her pubes. "Hnnnnn!" Rubbing in hard, bucking, and the tip pushing in. Deeper, and deeper with each animal hump, "AUGH!" She relaxed, let go, still humming inside her. Shaking, and twitching and. "AUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHH!"
"MA, MA!"
"UH, GOD DAMN IT!" I had to leave her, in the room now stuffy, and perfumed by both of us.
"What IS It!?" She started crying, "Owh," I picked her up, "There there," held her, "Your teeph huwt again?" Feeling her gums, she nodded. "Let's get you a popsicle," while Barbara finishes up. "Huh!" I wish I could finish up too.
Joey {Bg Mict Diap Mole Play. Not sure if NS is appropriate. Now, I don't normally write as toddlers, because they're illiterate, ignorant, and don't talk about such things. However, in this case there's 2 reasons for his relative maturity, and experience. Trigger Warning: Flashing back to Fb Incest, and Molestation.}
"No!" She stamped, "I hate piwates!" Well, I just spent all that time folding up the hat, but I shrugged, and took it off. She's a girl, and too little, so she never wins. "I wanna pway nitenite!"
"Okay!" I like that game too, so I helped her up on the bed. I don't really like Chrissy, she's loud, and mean, and cries until we do what she wants. But she's an only child too, so there's nobody else to play with when our mommies get together. "Hh!" She's grinning, most of the teeth growed back in the front, but I had to unbutton the bottom of her jumper, and get out a nighty for her. I didn't bring any P.J.s, so I just took off my pants, and got in in my teeshirt. She has fat little fingers, not at all like mommys, but she closes her eyes, and makes snoring noises. Putting her hands between my legs to feel it in front.
"Hhh," I don't have to pee, but I get, that feeling.
"KhHhHhH!" She snorts, and smiles, giggling. Just like I showed her, she pinches it, and squeezes. I feel it bulging, when she pulls it out, and pinches it again. To pull it out some more, mommy's fingers are too big for this. I had to figure it out myself, when she falls asleep. It makes it swell, so I don't pee. She was so proud of me, when I started making it through the night. I even got up, to go potty when the swelling went down, but it woke up. Then, I put her hand back over it, so it would be there when she woke up. I finally graduated, from potty training. I don't even need diapers at night!
She's still learning, but she has to sit down. She doesn't have a peer, so I have to stick my finger in, and hold it over the hole. "Mh!" She start's 'Snoring' again. "Khhhhh. hHHHH!" I hold it, for a little while, then she grunts. "Hnnnh!" Pushes so it squirts out anyway. But it's okay, she's still in diapers so the bed doesn't get wet. "Hnhhh! Then, she falls asleep. I feel slick, wet, up and down like momma taught me. The little pee in hre pod, and the soft pudge up front to squeeze it out. "UH!" she humps so it slips out the pinch of my fingers, "AHHMMM" Her eyes wide, I hold her mouth.
"Shhhh!" Shake her head, "Mama's busy." I nod her head. "It's okay," pinch the top of her diaper, "Close your eyes," slipping my damp fingers back in before they're too dry, "And go back to sleep." Her eyes droop.
'hhn,' Through her nose. I carefully move my hand, and keep rubbing down. "Hmnh!" She nods, across the pillows, so I feel for her hands, and put them back on my underpants.
I don't wear diapers any more, but it's still too swollen to pee anyway. "Hh," but I fall asleep. Napping, remembering my mommy at night.
"Hhihihn!" I hear them laughing, in the other room, but they're mommies. It's not like the kids at school, in my dream. "Hhhh!" When the teacher pulls down my pants, so they can see. Point at it, pointing back. Laughing and smiling, the girls coming up. To the front of the class. Covering there mouths, blushing their cheeks, and touching it. One by one.
"Hhhh!"
"EW!" she pushed me, "MA MAA!"
I grabbed my pants quick. Pinching myself to hold it in. "JOEY WET MY BED!" I got them zipped up, and let go, to wet them too. So, they wouldn't think. Mommy wouldn't know what we were doing. She's very jealous.
But her mama says it's okay. "It's great that they nap together, he keeps her so quiet." So they can play, in her room, with her toys. Like momma's, I seen it, when she put my bed back in my room. But I woke up, and she hid it when I came to bed with her. It was turned off, but I felt it under her pillow, when she fell asleep. In the morning I saw where she put it, in the bedside with a bottle of greasy clear lotion. It smelled funny, like baby oil, but it was all over her toy too. Then she got out of the shower, so i had to put it back. She takes it, wrapped up so I can't see when we go to play with Chrissy on saturdays. But I know what it is, as soon as we get home, I hear her in her room, put it back in the drawer. I even figured out how to turn it on, when she wasn't watching.
Her mom came in, her hair all fucked up, and she stank of sex. "Hh," she picked her up, reaching and grasping for her. "Settle down now, what is it?"
She pointed, "He wet my bed." Good, she didn't remember me pinching her pee in a pod earlier. Or she didn't mention it, better try not to hurt her again. She likes it, but she knows these are secret games. I told her her mother would be jealous if she knew we were playing them too, and be really mad. Maybe even spank her, I showed her what that's like. Through her diaper, but she still cried. "See? Only mommas spank much harder!"
Gail {Ff Bond Disc NS}
"Hh," shake it out of my head. "Feel better?" I never, Ever want to have children now. Not just with her, I don't want them, I'm happy being a lesbian now, if it's all the same to you.
She sniffed, wiped her eyes, and I gave it back. Started the fire while she folded it up like a boat. {Or, a Morion Kap, of course.}
"Hh," she stood up, watching it float up the chimney in sheets, consumed by the line of flame, and falling back down in ashen tatters.
"Come on," I took her hands, and led her downstairs. "Hh," this is something else, I do for her. She looked at me, lovingly. I had to stop, get up on my tippy toes to kiss her, then look down. Finish tying her wrists, and put on my heels first.
Close my eyes, 'h.' I do this. For her. Turn around, and open them.
"What're you doing in here!?"
"I'm sorry!?" Crying again.
"Don't give me that, you sniveling brat! Not sorry enough, I'll give you something to cry about!" I have to, don't look away, keep my eyebrows together when it's so hard. To see her this way, "Turn around. So I don't have to look at you!" So I can let my own tears out, slap the mat so I can sniff. Don't show any weakness, she doesn't need that right now, she need Discipline! "Grab your ankles! I told you to stay out of My dungeon! You KNOW!" My hand smarted, "You're NOT!" I rubbed the other cheek, "Old enough yet."
"Hh," she nodded. Bent over the rack.
"You want to be a big girl now?"
"Yes, sister,"
"You think you're big enough, to take it?" She's wet, and dipping a fingertip, loosening up. "Virgin." Turning to the toy table, "Of course," I held it up. Pink Barbie Vibe. "You keep stealing my toys, getting them filthy with your pissy little slit!" Roll on a rubber, and slick it to the tip, almost a point. "You still pissin yourself, to get wet?"
"Mhm?" Nodding, eyes closed, regressing. She needs this, this is how she exorcises her demons. She relives it, lovingly with me. With everything in our relationship, I love her, most of all enough to do even this. Because she needs it, especially after the last one, this morning. I think it's the start of her breakthrough."
"Hahn!" It trickled down her thighs, shaking, and shuddering, spattered on the floor around her bare feet.
HMNMNMNMNH! She just panted, and I just held it. As still as possible so she could hear it, but not feel it.
'h, h, h, h!' Then moved it down, behind her, but I touched her with my fingers.
"What the FUCK!" I slapped them, everersogently into her, and they spasmed. Rubbed it in, and she kept panting, her boated lips, "You couldn't hold it?" Her curls shook, "Pissy, Chrissy," I felt up, to get my thumbnail under the waistband. "Hh, well I best Change you. Since you can't seem to do anything for yourself."
"Uh!" she jumped. Right off the buzzing tip, just touching her.
"What's wrong," I bumped her again, "Don't you want it?" Switched it over in my hand.
"Ngh?" she shook her head, slowly, then faster. She wants it, just a surprise is all, but now she's telling me. Wordlessly she wants it, but she's gonna make me make her Beg!
"Not yet," I tapped her, "You're gonna want it."
"Noh!" shaking it harder.
"You're going to beg for it, oh yeah. You'll beg."
"Please," she pushed back, so I had to pull it away. Deny her. "Don't;" stop. I slapped her back, "Ahuh!" Held her.
"Hold still." She shivered, "Don't move," she couldn't help it. "Don't even twitch."
"HhH!" she shivered even harder, but not more than the buzzing rod in my hand. "NghH!" She squirmed.
"I saAaid, don't moOove!.." I sang to her, but she can't stop.
'please,'
"What's that?" Up and down, in her asscrack, not even touching her quivering pissy quim. "Hh!" Getting into it, "Hmm? I, can't, heeeare yoOou."
"Noho," she shook her head. "Don't." Not yet.
"Well, if you don't want it down there," drag it up, "Maybe you'll take it up the ass?"
"NOH!"
"Is it pissy Chrissy, or Shitty? You're full of shit, I know you just pissed it all out, but maybe it's time I fucked the shit out of you?"
"NHMMMMH!" She grimmaced, biting back, maybe the safe word? She's never said it, I never made her say it, but now I've got it pressed into the bone at the tip of her spine. "Nyaaaaouh!" It's loud, echoing in the small nearly empty chamber. Only half a massage table, the Probate came back, and finally gave everything back to her. HER old house, her dungeon, but she sold it, and gave this to me. Now it was My dungeon, all Mine! She wouldn't need it any more, anyway. I just felt between my legs, sniffed my fingers while she couldn't see me. Bent over, turned away, while the vibes shook her to her core.
"Snh?" Oh yeah, I'm getting into it.
"Uh!" I pull it off, "Huh huh huhhHhH!" She shivers. "Yeah," she slurps, "Hah! Do it, fuck me now!"
"You want it?" Feeling down, "You want it now?"
"Nghyeas!" Nodding so hard.
"I said, hold still." I took it away. "You don't get what you want until you hold still."
...mMH.
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I put my hand on her back. In the sudden quiet. Nothing but her panting, in quick shallow gasps. 'h h h!'
"You're still shivering," I turned, "I don't think you're really ready."
"Oh yes!"
"DON'T" She froze, starting to get up, "Move." She shivered.
HMMMMMMMM..!
"Hh!" I put my hand on her back. "UH!" Gripping it like a dagger, "Don't even twitch." Held it, pressing the top of my fist to just let the vibes do their thing. Without fucking her, not yet, she's "Not ready enough yet."
"HuHUh!"
"Don't." tap her spine with my fingertips.
"HhUHhuh!" Trying not to. Pull out to push back. Shuddering so hard. This is Discipline. She knows he can, let go any time, take it away from me, or just fuck it with it held in my hand, but she won't. Not yet. Then, "Uh!" I pull it out when she tries to. "AUHN!" She straightens, arches, so I reach around to hold her pubes, grip them hopefully not hard enough to pull any of them out, but to hold her. The vibe up, flat, wiggiling it between her lips, and leaning over to look. See her, god that clit is engorged! Buzzing right on it, I have to grab her under her shoulders, and get under her when her knees give out, but let her down gently on her knees. Twitching breathlessly, not even panting any more, I wait until she can support her weight, gasping and sobbing, then reach up to the rope around her wrists. Pull them off.
"It's okay," I pull her hands free from the bar, "Let go," I kiss her temple. "You can let go." Her eye, her cheek...
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Morion {fF Bond Flogg}
She helps me up, but instead of untying me, she leads me to the door. "Uh," aren't you, "Gail?" forgetting something? Wriggle my fingers. She lifts them up, to the chinning bar, in the door frame. "What's?"
"I need some practice." I turned to look back, she's running her fingers, over the pegboard. The hanging whips. "Hh," she looked back, "Eyes front." Gently, she nods, so I turn, and then grin so she can't see it.
'Finally.' to myself.
You haven't been beaten in years!
She's a slow learner. She's only 12, and you know she hasn't been exposed to it before.
Well, she's weak.
She's getting stronger, you felt it. I know you felt that, she's starting to feel the confidence.
Well, she's still skinny.
"You ready?"
"Yes!" just Her hands in my hair. MY hair! No, not this time. It's mine, and i'm Her's. Go to your room, or pipe down, this isn't about you.
All right? Huh, if you must know, I'm a little interested. I didn't think she had it in her, but this time. She's starting to show a little imagination.
I know, right? "HhHhH!" Just my hair, relaxing from the twist so the curls brush my hot neck and shoulder. To get it off my back, Her heels going around me.
"Open your eyes," I start turning, but she jerked my head. "I said, eyes front. I'm going to be watching, and I don't want you to blink. Pick a spot," the 4th, and 5th rung of the stairs, "And stare at it."
Nod, eyes locked so they go up and down.
See?
Yeah.
She does have it in her.
All right, she's learning.
"AUGH!"
"Open your eyes."
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.
.
"Mh, huh!" Nod, "AUGH!" Almost blinked that time, but the tears shake out.
"To hard?"
"NRH, HRDRH!"
WKT!
"HRHH!"
Must be the rubber flogger. Good, hard to do much damage with that, you really have to swing it "HAUH!"
"Open your eyes!"
Wimper, "Uhemn!?" Swallow.
Told you she was week.
"HARDER! AUGH! Yehs, ngh!"
"Uh!" I hear it, slap down on the table, and roll off to the mat. Good idea, padding the floor with the gym mats she got when they renovated the school. "Uncle."
I stand up, stretching. "Are you all right?" She looks up. Takes my hands, picking at the knot.
Told you she was weak.
"Yeahah!" she laughed, "I just really Really need you to fuck me now." Practically jumps up on the table.
"Hm!" See?
"Strap it on, sweet cheeks," she covers, her mouth, and giggles. Grab the lube too, she's twelve, she needs a lot of it. "Hurrrrrry!"
"All right!" It's a harness, I have to get the straps the right way, "Fuck!"
"Fuuck Meee!" Singing? "Fuck me nooww!"
"SH!" She covers her mouth.
Gently!
Her eyes wide, but she grins in her hand?
"MRYNM?" She's panting, under her.
She grabs my hips, feeling desperately for the plastic cock, "Mh!" let her go, "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me now, Morion!"
"All right..."
"Hh!"
"You," shaking her head, hair still twisted like ropes beside her ears. "Want this?" She wanted Me, not Christina?
Giggling, she looked deep in my eyes. Shrugs, "I always wanted to try it, then I realized. I ask too much."
"You," it's impossible, "Triggered me?" On purpose? Right, sex and then flogging (With a pause to cool down) in reverse!
She nodded, "Yeah, I realized, if I could turn you off, maybe I could figure out how to turn you back on."
Me, "Morion." She reached up, to her face. "I love you too, you saved me!" She smiled, "And besides, you owe me a fuck. So, you gonna beat around the bush all day?" Ha! Barely even a patch. Well, since they're blonde and she's so pale, maybe it's more than it looks. "MHN!" Yes, there's actually quite a lot, under her thumb, and an nice thick fat mons underneath. "Uh!" she feels up, to my breast, "Oh, Morion!"
All right...