Chamber of the Goddess Chapter 9 (c) 2009 by Cactus Juggler She didn't see or feel any movement from Shelly, but to be sure Rochelle held her there for a while longer. The girl was slumped heavily against her, her face still buried between Rochelle's huge breasts. When she finally let her victim go, Rochelle watched Shelly collapse in a pile at her feet. Standing over the body, the body of the girl she'd just smothered to death in her breasts, Rochelle marveled at the way doing it had made her feel. She didn't feel sorry, or sad at all. Instead, an incredible feeling of power had surged through her as she'd watched Shelly twitch one last time and go still. Her whole body tingled with a strange energy, and her eyes felt as if they were electrified somehow. She knew she should feel guilty about what she'd done, but when she thought about it she had the same feeling she'd had when she was doing it: arousal. Watching Shelly get so aroused by her chest had gotten Rochelle hot; watching Shelly helplessly shiver and quake as she'd climaxed had made Rochelle *wet*. It felt so wicked and sexy to have that sort of power over another woman, the power to make her throw her life away between Rochelle's tits. Rochelle reached for her shirt and pulled it on, stretching it with some difficulty over her now-enormous breasts. There was no point in trying to wear the bra--it didn't fit any more, and her new chest was so perfectly formed that she really didn't need it anyway. She was used to usually being the bustiest girl in the room. She'd had the largest bosom in her grade ever since she blossomed at the end of her pre-teen years. This was different though, her already large breasts were now quite stupendous. Not just larger, but firmer and rounder all at once. She ran her hands over her heavy new boobs, marveling at how they filled out and stretched her T-shirt in the most amazing way. Choosing a hallway at random, Rochelle took a last look at Shelly and then walked out of the chamber. After the experience she'd just had, she hungered for more. Making a note to watch out for Celina, she went searching for the other girls. She passed through another chamber, it was empty. She turned to her right and followed another hallway, only to find another empty room. So it went for two more rooms, until she heard footsteps ahead of her. She hurried down the hallway, glad to have finally found someone. "Hello! Is someone there?" she called as she entered the room. She just caught Pansy, who was about to exit the room down another hallway. The girl turned and looked at her, and she smiled. "Thank God, I thought I was alone in here," Pansy said, walking towards her. "No, we're all still in here, I think," Rochelle answered. "I just left Shelly back there," she said, gesturing behind her. "I woke up and felt so strange, I didn't even no where I was. I'm so glad to see you." Rochelle moved closer to the girl, until she could see her clearly in the dim glow. She looked at the smaller woman and felt that feeling of superiority straining inside her. She was turned on already, just thinking about the power she held. It felt so good to be in control of the situation--she could tell from the innocent look in Pansy's eyes that the girl had no idea what was about to happen to her. "Pansy, I have something I have to show you. There is definitely something weird going on in here. When I woke up, my body had changed. Look," she said, and then she grasped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it. The cloth dragged up over the bulging curves of her breasts until first one, then the other, fell free. "My breasts have grown somehow. They're a lot bigger, aren't they?" "Wow," was all the smaller woman could say. Rochelle smiled as Pansy gasped and stared at the sight. The girl was a fly heading for a spider web, and she didn't even realize it. Now that Rochelle understood better what a strength she held, she went fast on the offensive. She stepped forward until her huge tits were practically touching Pansy. Reaching out, she took the girl's hands in her own, and lifted them to touch her creamy flesh. "What are you doing?" Pansy protested, but she didn't try to pull away. "I just want you to touch them, to see how much they've changed. It's wild isn't it? So what do you think? Aren't they gorgeous?" Pansy nodded, and swallowed hard as her hands began to move around on their own, stroking and smoothing their way over Rochelle's chest. "Have you ever seen better boobs than these?" The girl shook her head as she stared at Rochelle's gigantic mounds with obvious wonder. Rochelle felt herself getting more turned on with every second that passed. She could almost feel the transfer of power that was happening between them, the gradual sapping of Pansy's will by her perfect bosom's allure. "I love that they've grown, but they're so big now that they push together more than ever. I'm all sweaty in between, do I smell bad?" Pansy shook her head again. Rochelle reached up and slid her hand behind Pansy's head. "Why don't you get a little closer, to make sure?" she urged as she pulled the girls face down towards the slick valley between her tits. Not only didn't Pansy resist, but when her face pressed down between Rochelle's breasts, Rochelle felt the girl's tongue caress her flesh. Pansy licked softly again, and then again. Rochelle watched the transformation in Pansy with glee as the helpless girl heated up to the point that she was hungrily licking and kissing at Rochelle's boobs with abandon. She laughed, she knew it was all over for Pansy. She stood with her hands on her hips and watched as the woman in front of her continued to worship her tits. Rochelle groaned with pleasure as Pansy's mouth pulled at her nipple. "That's it, suck on that tit. You love it. You can't get enough of them, can you?" Rochelle pushed closer to the girl, mashing the smaller woman's sucking mouth deep into her soft breast-flesh. Her breasts were so big that she easily cut off Pansy's breath altogether. Watching another woman falling into her trap made her feel hot and in control. Pansy's body shivered, and Rochelle wasn't sure if it was from arousal or suffocation. She pulled back a bit to let her breathe. Rochelle knew she could do whatever she wanted now and Pansy wouldn't resist--it was an amazing feeling, and she didn't want it to end just yet. With a shove she pushed Pansy down, first to her knees and then back into a sitting position. Pansy's mouth never left her nipple as she rode the girl all the way down, until finally Rochelle was laying on top of her. Staring down at her victim with amusement, Rochelle lifted her torso just enough to pull her breasts out of the reach of Pansy's open, seeking mouth. Pansy's eyes never left the object of her desire, they remained locked on Rochelle's tits the whole time. "Look at you. Do you even know what's happening to you?" "I don't . . . what do you mean?" Pansy said. She sounded confused, confused and horny. It was enough to make Rochelle laugh again. She leaned forward and wiggled her chest from side to side, rotating her shoulders as she did it in a way that made her breasts slap heavily back and forth in Pansy's face. Even as she played at beating Pansy's face with her tits, the girl tried to lick and kiss at them. "You love my tits, don't you," Rochelle said, and Pansy moaned in agreement beneath her. Rochelle laughed and leaned forward, lowering her boobs until Pansy's face was nestled between them. The horny girl beneath her needed no prodding and lavished Rochelle's heavy tits with licks and kisses. The girl's mouth roamed hungrily, switching back and forth between the glorious mounds until it found a perfect nipple and sucked it inside. It aroused Rochelle to no end to watch the effect that letting Pansy suckle was having on her. The girl's rising moans and quivering hips made it clear that Pansy was on her way to climax. Pansy gave a little squeal without coming unlatched, and Rochelle felt the smaller woman's body shudder as she came. Rochelle groaned with pleasure herself and let her suckle for a moment more before she pulled her nipple free and cupped both massive melons in her hands. Pansy gasped and panted below her, staring up at Rochelle's chest with unabashed desire. "Bye bye, Pansy," Rochelle said, and then she pressed her weight down and buried the supine woman's nose and mouth in the warm embrace of her mashed-together breasts. She knew she was cutting off Pansy's air completely with her chest, but to Rochelle's surprise she felt Pansy shudder again as Rochelle smothered her. Not only wasn't Pansy trying to get away, but she was actually getting off again, Rochelle realized with a giggle. Pansy moved less and less beneath her, and then not at all. With her second successful kill complete, Rochelle felt a rush of arousal. She lay holding the lifeless girl trapped between her tits for a minute longer as she felt that strange sensation of flaring power flowing through her again. Her whole body tingled, and she felt a strange sensation building in her lips. She lifted herself off of Pansy's face and sat upright astride the dead girl. She looked down at Pansy's face and couldn't help but laugh. Pansy looked completely happy. Rochelle turned and looked over her shoulder at Pansy's crotch, and sure enough a wet stain soaked through her shorts. She smirked as she thought about how it must have felt for Pansy, to be so aroused by another woman's breasts that just sucking them had made her cum. It must have been humiliating to feel so helpless and aroused, to find herself so obviously inferior to her conqueror's sexy body. Rochelle felt herself getting turned on again at the idea. It made her hot to think about how she had the power to turn Shelly and Pansy into submissive victims with her big breasts. It made her even hotter to think about how it was going to feel to finish the remaining women the same way, about how she'd make each of them suck and lick and kiss at her tits before she finished them, so they would go to their graves knowing with total certainty how much she was superior to them. She was the perfect sex goddess now, the woman with breasts that nobody could resist--not even other women. Her shirt was still bunched up over her breasts, and she was about to pull it down when a thought came to her. Why wear it at all? She might as well let the magic start from the moment the next girl saw her. Rochelle pulled off the shirt. As she straightened and tossed it aside, she heard a quick patter of footsteps behind her. Next: Chapter Ten
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