Her tongue was a white-hot snake.
A wet warm white-hot snake that swirled around mine, slid straight through the insides of my writhing body, slid wet and warm straight down into the hot burning coals inside my begging pussy, my bouncing ass, as I lay naked twisting below her.
All in me. Inside me. Magic snake tongue.
The candles flickered in the dark room as I screamed and twisted and moaned underneath her, the heat between my legs endlessly stoked by her glorious snake tongue as it swirled deep and wide inside my mouth.
Her weight above me, her perfect petite strong young body above me, her tongue in my mouth now but all the way down inside of me, behind my pussy, inside, behind my breasts, tongue swirling into my mouth but coiling all through me, her hungry deep kisses sliding down into me.
My whole being was wrapped inside of her tongue like a giant blanket, a sweet swirling cocoon.
“Is it good to please me?” she whispered with a soft chuckle.
That little-girl voice. The Voice. All around me. The tongue…. Her Voice…
“Is it gooooood, girlfriend?” Little sing-song voice purring into my ear.
“Yessssssssss!” I screamed, my back arching, the feel and smell of her short blonde hair around my ear.
Screamed “Yesssssss!!” again as her fingers stroked gently between my legs.
“Do you want to please me, whore? Does Lydia’s whore want to please little me?”
My whole body convulsed under her, writhed under her and I felt my voice going hoarse from my moaning cries.
“Hmmmm?”
She stroked. Tickled.
“Do you? Hmmmmmmm?”
Cooing in my ear with that soft smug chuckle.
“Yessss! Yesssss!” I was crying, over and over, bucking up and down on the leather couch, bouncing, squirming.
Why can’t she hear me!
Heat. Heat. Heat. Her perfect little fingers now. Her head sliding slowly down and up, down and up, around my breasts.
Fingers. Tickling the insides of my thighs. Maddening!
Gently spreading my legs with her magic fingers, long nails pushing against my inner thighs, spreading me wide.
Her glorious fingers. Inside my pussy!
“Oh GOD yes!” I screamed again.
Making lazy little circles, sending me into orbit, I rasped and moaned and cried out again and again under her masterful fingers, and she kept mumbling, “Is it good to please me darling? Who’s my trampy slut-girl, hmmm? Who’s my whore? Hmmmmm? ”
I thrashed, moving my thighs to meet her sweet sweet little fingers. Magic fingers. Humping and bucking under her on the sticky wet leather couch, her pushing me down into it from above, her face lit so strangely in the dim light, our shadows against the walls.The candles flickered.
The sweetest joy of it all was being wrapped deep inside her white-hot snake tongue, a part of her all inside me, making her my whole world. She kissed me again and again and licked my breasts again and again, down, up, down, up.
I moaned and screamed again and again, twisting beneath her and her magic twirling fingers.
She kept muttering, “Isn’t it good to please me, my sweet love? My slutty whore tramp? Is it good, girlfriend?”
“Yes yes yes anything! PLEASE!!!!!” I heard myself keep crying out, desperate for her to hear me. Breathless. Rasping again, gulping for air.
“YESSSS!!!” I cried again and again, over and over, seeing her face glare at mine in the flickering candlelight inside the dark room. Her wicked, hungry, sparkling blue eyes. So intense and alive, boring into mine.
My legs were wrapped around her sweet young perfect little body to pull her closer to me, grind her hips into me, that young smooth pefect little body, driving me from above, every vein in my body filled with the sweetest fire as I twisted under her on that sticky leather couch in the darkness of the flickering candlelight.
Her breath.
Her perfume.
Her quiet mewing cries of pleasure as she moved to put her breasts in front of me and I licked and sucked greedily.
She slid down and her wet nipples grazed across mine in gentle swordplay. Maddening!! Her perky pointy perfect little breasts so lightly grazing mine, her nails sliding down my sides.
Her tongue made a line from my mouth to my ear and she licked my earlobe, tickled my hips below with those long nails, those pouty luscious lips next to my ear now, breasts pushing into mine, all of me pouring sweat.
“What are you?” she purred so softly now, and it made me shiver, so soft in my ear, and I saw her wicked face again, so beautiful from below, saw her wicked icy blue eyes glare right into mine. Her hunger!
“What are you?” she said harshly.
“Bitch!” I screamed.
Oh God the heat!! The heat!!
“Biiiiitch!!!” I screamed again, pushing into her, my head thrashing across the pillow.
“Yeeees, my sweetness,“ she cooed, pleased, soft again, her voice all around me, in my ear and inside my head.
“Yeees, my sweet delicious love.”
She slid down my face, licking the line to my lips, to kiss me again. The sweetest, sweetest kisses.
“Pleeeeeeease!” I squeaked out meekly, pleading quietly now, as our lips parted, twisting harder, grinding down into the couch.
I couldn’t stand it!
She slid down.
As her fingernails grazed my sides, I heard another soft chuckle.
“What are you?” she whispered, pushing my breasts together to kiss them back and forth, back and forth…
“Bitch!!” I screamed.
Then her fingers moved between my legs again. She started making slow lazy circles inside my pussy again.
I wrenched and twisted and writhed all the harder under her perfection, the smooth perfection of her flawless skin. Her powerful fingers.
I could feel my whole body scream. Cry out its need.
“And what do you do?” she whispered sweetly, chuckling as I gasped for air.
“What do you do, Bitch?”
“Kneel in her blood and present the Dagger to you, Mistress!” I screamed.
Oh it felt so good to say that. I knew it pleased her. Could actually feel a wave of her approval.
“Yeeees, my love,” she said again, so soft, stroking my cheek.
I’d pleased her!
I grinded into her harder.
I couldn’t stand it! Like I was going to explode inside a sauna!
She swirled around into a ‘69 and I lapped her sweet juices, took joy in the little mewing sounds and sighs as she rode my face, letting me worship her. Covering my lips with her wetness. I was pleasing her! I knew I was!
Then her head went down between my legs and a glowing hot branding iron fresh out of the furnace instantly sliced straight through my legs down below, and right through the top of my head.
I arched, cried out as hard and loud as I could.
Heat, hot heat, surging through my begging, hungry legs, pleading legs, legs begging to be gorged on, spread wide below her, like the legs of her whore should be, a red-hot branding iron flowing fire slicing through me at the magic touch of her perfect tongue.
My body was convulsing, shivering.
“What are you?” I heard her purr inside my head, the sweet soft whisper, as we licked each other. As she let me worship her.
“Bitch!” I screamed. Was I talking? Was it in my head?
“And what do you do?”
“Kneel in her blood and present the Dagger to you, Mistress!” I cried.
“Good girl, slutty sweet gooooooood girl…..” she said in that low sultry satisfied tone and I bathed in her magic voice. Bathed in her approval.
All in my head.
I could hear her all around me.
Her voice. Inside my head.
“Who owns you, girlfriend?”
“YOU!!!!”
Her tongue wrapped all around me, tighter when I said that, like a straight jacket. I stayed deep inside the warm wet world of her twisting magic. Inside her heat. Her fingers drove deeper into me and so did her tongue as she started riding my face faster. Taking my gift now, taking my offering.
And just as sudden, like the blinding flash of a bomb, it was I who was exploding.
All of me, a million pieces of me, exploding out like glowing hot cinders, a million hot tiny burning cinders, exploding out.
We came and came together and exploded in a lightning, gushing bucking frenzy that seemed to roll forever. Her hot-snake tongue, her magic fingers….
And as we came and came and exploded again and again in a sweet hungry frenzy, I shot straight out into the sky.
In the final moment of pure, pure, perfect explosion, her wetness above me, her soft sweet young magnificence, both of us erupting together now, humping, grunting, together, in unison, both erupting in joyous release, I went out of my flailing body, out somewhere else altogether as I twisted into it, and shot a thousand miles up.
A thousand miles out of my body. Straight up and out of that dark room, beyond the candlelight casting our shadows across the walls and into the blackness beyond.
“Bitch!” I screamed inside, unbidden.
Felt the warm glow of her approval, saw her wicked little gorgeous face in my mind’s eye, her delighted sparkling eyes, light beams blasting out, light beams, boring right into mine, my eyes, the beam connecting us in the image in my head.
And I shot straight into the sky.
Shot a thousand miles out.
And fell right off the face of the world…..
I love you, Jennifer.
The thought came so pure into Lydia’s mind, so pristine and unbidden, that she didn’t even bother to mentally Shield it from Eve on the other end of the phone.
I love you, Jen, Lydia thought, with childlike purity.
Rarified and pure in her mind and heart, in a way no other woman of any world had ever made her feel. Her beautiful Jennifer. Her beautiful DayWorld Girl. Tree Girl.
Love you so, so much. Love you with all my heart, Jen Jen…..
Lydia clutched the phone as the wave of dizziness passed through.
“I’m sorry, Lydia,” Eve said softly into her ear.
“I know, Eve. So am I.”
Lydia closed her eyes tightly, stretched her naked body to put her feet on the rail of the veranda and push back her chair.
Let her head fall back into a stronger wave of dizziness and nausea. Knew to let it pass through, as she drank in the torrid heat of the hot day in the jungle.
Tilted her head up again to feel that beautiful hot African sun beating down on her, sitting on the open veranda under a canopy of bright blue cloudless sky, on this perfect hot hot afternoon.
Sitting on the veranda of her sprawling all-white estate, her favorite home in all the world, nestled and isolated deep in the rich green jungle of the South African bush country.
“We will win Lydia. She can’t have finished yet. There’s time,” Eve said, her voice softer still. Soft to show she understood. Had picked up on Lydia’s UnShielded Vibe.
“Yes Eve.”
Eve too, had once loved one from the DayWorld. Long ago. A blond beauty too, from the trees, from the DayWorld. Long ago. But never forgotten.
Lydia knew she understood.
Oh Jen, how I love you, she thought again, and started to shake a little. Almost dropped the phone.
Her panther sat dutifully next to her, the massive black cat always at her side at home, its huge head turning when the phone almost fell.
The big cat’s intense muscles rippled under the jet-black fur and her head turned up, the bright piercing green incandescent eyes stared up at Lydia for a moment, then turned back to peer out across the landscape again. Perfectly-poised, ever watchful.
“The plane will be here in a few minutes, Eve. I’ll call when I get there.”
“All will be prepared. The Others aren’t that good just yet. We’ll win, Lydia.”
“Yes Eve. I’ll call.”
Lydia pushed the button, laid the phone on the floor, and stood.
Dammit Eve!
The Others had Infiltrated right under Eve’s nose.
Dammit!
Lydia stretched. Got up.
You’ve gotten lazy and careless, Eve, Lydia thought, but not unkindly.
Walking now, her panther walking beside her.
Your eyes got bigger than your head when little Yvonne pranced in, now didn’t they? Just a sweet young gorgeous curvy little waif from an obscure Australian Pride adrift in the DayWorld, huh Eve?
Such bullshit! Dammit!
Her cat’s bright green eyes staring up at her now as it padded dutifully alongside.
They’ll kill her, Jennifer, Lydia thought, shuddering.
Dizzy again, grabbing the rail to keep from falling. Her world was spinning for a moment, she let the dizziness pass.
The Others.
They’ll kill your baby, Jennifer. Take you immediately if you’re already pregnant.
Your beautiful little two-week old infant. It will most certainly be a girl when you have your first baby, Jennifer.
Your sweet, innocent, crying, laughing, wide-eyed little baby daughter. The one who hopefully isn’t even conceived yet. But soon will be. The Cycles say so.
And Yvonne would know.
Kill her dead right in front of you, Jennifer. On their Pride, right here in this jungle.
Two weeks after she’s born.
And make you watch….
Lydia grabbed the rail harder to keep from falling. Closed her eyes and let it pass.
Her cat stopped, staring up, watching intently now.
Oh mercifully, yes. Of course. Even the Others, ruthless as they were, would be quick. Painless, yes.
But they’ll kill her.
Do a star chart, map the right moment, kill her dead.
Lydia convulsed a little, the nausea strong, then passing.
Started walking again.
Oh yes they’ll bring you back here, Jennifer, Lydia thought, filled with true hatred now, her thoughts going black.
The Others.
Bring you back here to make you their Breeder-Bitch.
One of their Breeder Whores. Put you in with the worst of them. Sell you to the strongest of the men. The meanest, no doubt.
Oh, not because they have to.
Oh no. No, no.
Just to spite me. Just because they know how much it will hurt me…..
Yvonne you fucking bitch. You hideous little shrew….
They strolled slowly across the long wooden balcony and Lydia stared out, stopping for a moment, pushing pain away briefly, pushing away her anxiousness and anger, just for a second, and took a deep breath, eyes gazing all around to drink in the beautiful magnificence of the glorious landscape all around her.
The plane would be here in minutes. But she knew she had to take this moment…..the Way commands the Warrior to be centered always, even in the face of pain.
As they started to walk again toward the pedestal, the dark black thoughts returned, as she knew they would.
Time to leave.
Time to Crouch. Then Pounce to Death or Victory. As is the Way.
It was time to Reach-Out first.
Lydia walked over and climbed and stood on the marble pedestal that sat in a corner of the balcony, her cat sitting, watching. Only the sound of the insects around them on this hot quiet jungle day.
She closed her eyes, spread her arms, threw her head back, and did a full Reach-Out.
Instantly, her mind touched every cat within 500 miles.
From the simplest housecats of her distant neighbors, to the largest most ferocious jungle beasts, heads lifted. Eyes opened. Ears twitched. Minds touched.
“I’m leaving,” she told them simply. With love.
“Guard the house.”
She felt their love return instantly. They understood.
Satisfied, she jumped down and bolted into the house, moving quickly now.
Heard the plane in the distance. Good.
Her cat followed, then sat watching in the doorway of her all-white bedroom as she ran around furiously to get ready. Pulled on underwear, but never the damn bras. Didn’t own one.
She pulled DayWorld clothes out of the closets—jeans, the suede boots with the fur lining, it would be cold in America where Jen-Jen lived.
Pulled on her blouse, grabbed her overnight bag. No packing, just buy it all there.
They’d all been One Pride once, she thought for the millionth time with the same melancholy as always, grabbing stuff and dropping it into the big white shoulder bag.
The Pride of the Goddess. The Pride of the Way.
The World Without Men. The World of No Men. A World of Not Men. The World of the Goddess. The World of the Way of the Goddess.
She threw personals into her shoulder bag as she grabbed essentials, running around the big all-white house furiously now. Every minute counted. Dammit!
The plane was louder now. Good, good.
Until the Others had engaged the Rebellion. The brutal Civil War. Never officially ended.
Why?
No answer, Lydia thought. How brutal and ruthless they’d become. The Others. Spitting on the Way with such irreverence.
And Yvonne was of one of Them! Right under Eve’s nose. Jennifer square in her sights.
Dammit Eve!
Lydia grabbed the large wooden box from its special shelf—the only thing she would need to pack, she knew with grim certainty—and bolted toward the front door.
Her cat sat in the doorway and watched her jump into the open-topped yellow Jeep. Gunned it. Spit gravel. Did a 360, and floored it toward the airstrip. She could see her massive white Lear jet through the trees landing in the distance. Excellent.
She slammed the brakes when she got to her airstrip. Grabbed only her big shoulder bag. Ignored the heat and noise and ran across the tarmac.
Bolted up the steps.
“Go,” she said into the mike, plopping into the white leather seat, breathless, snapping her seat belt.
The plane started to move as the steps retracted.
“And thank you, “ she added.
A member of her all-male crew had thoughtfully brewed her some chamomile tea.
Oh, they got along fine with the men, as was the Way. Laughed. Partied. Did business. Honored the fathers and brothers. Took the best of them for the Heat Festivals, the strongest and richest for the Breeders to buy their services.
And of course took occasional harmless pleasure with the men, though technically the Way discouraged it.
But they could not love the men. Could not live among the men. Not be with the men. Could not touch the Vibe with the men.
Theirs was the Way of the Goddess.
The Way.
She reclined back, the plane leveling off now.
One glorious female Pride, attuned to the Goddess. Living the Way.
Until the Others. The Rebellion. The endless rumors of their transgressions.
Why?
And face it, she thought, staring out the window at the blue cloudless sky as the plane climbed, how can you just blame Eve for all this?
That was really it, wasn’t it?
It wasn’t all Eve.
Lydia had been in America just a few weeks ago. Helped Jennifer take care of that awful man trying to blackmail her for sex. Flicked him away effortlessly.
But she hadn’t checked the Cycles, she thought now with deep regret, almost to tears.
Hadn’t remembered that Jennifer was trying to get pregnant. Conceive a baby with her man in the DayWorld way. The way the ones from the trees do it.
Hadn’t known that fierce hateful little bitch Yvonne was waiting in the Vibe.
Crouching.
Ready to Pounce.
And it was Lydia—making wild passionate love to Jennifer for days—it was Lydia who gave Yvonne her Opening.
She’d picked it up in the Vibe.
Jennifer.
Had seen her Opening against Lydia.
And now a Pounce!
Right under her and Eve’s nose!
Dammit Dammit Dammit!
She fought tears, took deep breaths.
“Faster,” she said into the mike.
The engines screamed.
As the plane went level, she took the wooden box out of her bag.
She opened it and took out The Dagger. Older than Eve. As old as the Way itself.
She held it reverently.
Once unsheathed, it cannot be re-sheathed until it has drawn the blood of an Enemy.
She unsheathed it now. Its huge silver blade glistened. Black handle polished and shining. Clutched it to her heart. Closed her eyes.
Did a full Reach-Out to the Others. Yvonne, especially.
Their Shielding was strong, but they weren’t impregnable just yet. Hardly.
She pushed until in her mind she knew she was touching minds with all of them. Yvonne, especially.
She clutched the Dagger to her heart more tightly.
Her message was simple and sincere through the Vibe:
“I am coming for you.”
I.
Am Coming.
For You.
Satisfied they heard, she opened her eyes and placed it unsheathed back in its box. Stared out the plane window. Sipped tea, listened to the engines.
You don’t know how to die, Jennifer, she thought, reclining back to get sleep.
You DayWorld ones from the trees, you don’t know how to die.
But we do.
How to die.
When to die.
Where to die.
And then the blackest thought came:
And I’ll kill you myself, Jennifer.
Tears flowed now and she let them.
Kill you myself as I lay dying, before I let them take you….Kill you with our baby inside you, the one that carries my Vibe, Goddess forbid but if it’s happened already… Goddess forbid you’re pregnant already but if….. if I have to….together in death, Jen-Jen…..because I love you…..
Lydia reclined all the way back and drifted into sleep, her left hand on the Dagger in her bag.
As she dreamed of her lovely sweet Jennifer, back in their college roommate days, so long ago now, feeling it so strongly, the long white jet streaked across the clear blue African sky, full-speed and heading toward America…..
“Got a hot date tonight?” I’d asked, laughing, as I walked out of the bathroom.
“Yup! I do indeed, Jen!” Yvonne had said, laughing too, as I sat in the familiar big black leather chair in my shrink Dr. Eve’s office.
“Hey I want details!” I said.
“AFTER the session!” she’d said, still laughing, running around the room lighting candles and shutting off lights.
Bet he’s eye candy, to bag a little honey like you, I thought, as I laughed too and got comfy.
I’d just loved my anti-insomnia hypnosis session with Yvonne a few days ago.
So nice of her to see me again so quick too!
My shrink, Eve, was out of town, so her assistant, the lovely Yvonne, was helping me out.
Oh, I was sleeping okay, but weird dreams wouldn’t let me really rest. It had been making me nuts, and Yvonne had been so cool to help, to not wait for Eve.
I’d just changed into the PJ’s they give you before your hypnosis session, so you don’t rumple your clothes, as I plopped down into the big leather chair where I sit and they work on my mental blocks, or whatever.
But these aren’t hospital jam’s! Sheer silky and black, heck I could wear these with Tom on some Saturday night.
“Well I hope you’ve got PJ’s like this if you take him home!” I’d said, laughing still. Giggling together like girlfriends.
“He’ll take what he can get man!” she said, grabbing the tray with the syringes and walking over, laughing with me.
That’s really why I liked hanging with Yvonne. All this giggling, laughing, joking.
Good like this. Without Eve.
It was more like girlfriends. Like I’m ten years younger!
Boy she looked so cute today, that’s why I’d asked about the date. Beige clingy silk mini-dress, low-cut just enough to keep the guy ‘s total attention, white stockings, sheer over strong shapely legs, pretty gold jewelry, open-toed high heel white sandals. That’s one lucky guy she’s meeting!
What could she be? 21? 22? If that? So young and well-built, petite and cute, with that short blonde hair, pixie-face, perfect smile and bright piercing blue eyes.
Pretty and lovely, but not in the barbie-doll way so many guys go for. More earthy. With that short blonde hair, she actually reminded me of a very young Lady Di, with a little athletic-girl-next-door thrown in.
“Okay,” she said, all serious now, but still cheerful, smiling, as she carried the tray over and shut off the rest of the lights.
“Here we go.”
I suddenly became aware of classical music. How long had that been playing?
She rolled my sleeve up and I felt butterflies in my stomach as I smelled her perfume. She shot the syringe in and I immediately felt huge relaxation going all through me.
As she slid the big helmet over my head, her pointy little delicious breasts grazed my arm and I felt the butterflies again. All tingly, in my stomach, as I went into total Zone. That drug was strong.
Total Zonk.
She dropped the goggles down. I felt another needle go in, aware of her sweet perfume again. Her hands on my shoulders, massaging them lightly. The butterflies in my stomach stronger. The rest of me zonking out.
“Deep breath,” she said softly. I felt her finger trace a line across my shoulders behind me.
And as I inhaled, the goggles dropped, the music changed, and images started dancing in the lights in front of my eyes……
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
Lydia and Eve crouched on all-fours in the darkness of Eve’s backyard, behind her back door.
They both wore white leotards, to not be seen in the dim streetlight, against the light dusting of snow on the ground.
They’d both just leaped in one movement over the neighbor fence. Landed lightly on all-fours.
Each held a dart gun. Each had an unsheathed Dagger strapped to their ankles.
They could see the candlelight flickering inside, where Yvonne had Jennifer.
They readied mentally for Pounce.
But first, Lydia had to know, and she waited patiently for Eve to finish her Reach-Out.
Eve was silent, eyes closed.
Then suddenly she opened them.
“No.”
Thank Goddess.
Jennifer was not pregnant yet. There was still time. The Others didn’t have to take her right away.
Good. Yvonne would feel safe, think she can play with her first.
“Get ready,” Lydia said.
They both crouched lower and closed their eyes in the cold dark night….readying for Pounce…..
“What are you?” she asked coyly, playfully, as I kneeled naked before her, my hands dutifully at my sides where they belonged, the candlelight flickering, casting us in shadows across the dark room, the helmet off my head now.
“Bitch!” I said, breathing hard, feeling the hunger between my legs, behind my breasts.
Our eyes were locked in the flickering candlelight, her legs wrapped around me as I gazed up at her
“Goood answer, girlfriend!” she said with a teasing low sultry laugh, as she put her finger under my chin, lifted my head, lowered herself down and we locked into a warm wet swirling juicy sweet-tongue kiss.
God how beautiful she was!
My pussy filled with waves of hunger and I pushed my breasts into her legs, she was so glorious, naked and above me. I only wanted to lick her sweetest places! Kiss her and worship her!
She leaned back briefly to put her feet in front of me.
I kissed and nibbled and licked her toes.
She laughed and pulled me in again.
“Are you a good little whore for me, sweetness?”
“Yes Mistress!”
Oh God I wanted her. How sweet it was to see her wicked glare boring down, to feel her hunger! To feel her own me.
She lifted so I could suck her nipples, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me in, her legs still around me.
I was on fire! Stoking a fire between my legs now!
She chuckled and reached behind.
In the dark room and candles flickering, I saw her pick up some sort of carton.
She lifted it, poured white liquid down on her breasts, stomach, pussy.
She pulled my hair and pulled me in and I licked the milk. Drank ravenously the milk she had poured down.
“Goooood girl, don’t miss a drop, be a good whore….”
Her voice deep and sultry now. Hungry. Her head was swirling, she was getting into it now, head lolling back and forth, and then stopped and she glared down at me.
She poured milk down on my breasts, face, stomach, all down, lifted me by the hair—I loved how it hurt!—and started licking my breasts, face.
I was dizzy! Wild! I wanted so to please her! Her hot little tongue, her magic fingers…..
They both crouched in front of Eve’s back door.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Go.”
PAIN!!!!!!!!!
Suddenly my head was a searing mass of PAIN!Oh my GOD like a migraine times ten!
The lights had come on!
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Mistress screamed and kicked me away hard.I rolled across the floor, holding my hands to my ears to stop this pain.
The lights were on! And two women in white leotards had slammed open the door!
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!’ Mistress screamed again as she leaped over the desk in one swift flying motion.
I heard a shot, smelled burnt smoke, heard a thunk go into the wall behind me.
“DIE” Mistress screamed as she leaped from behind the desk. And she had a big silver knife!
“KILL HER!” I screamed as I jumped to help Mistress kill the dark-haired one with the gun.
But the PAIN! Oh my GOD like someone was behind my eyes trying to push them out of their sockets.
“KILL HER!” Mistress screamed at me and I leaped toward the dark-haired one.
Who also had a knife! They both had knives!
I jumped but the other one in white grabbed me hard by the arm and pulled me toward her. Held me back.
She put me in a total arm-lock. And head-lock. I couldn’t move, as I struggled to get away, twisting ferociously. Unable to move to help.
The searing pain in my head got ten times ten times ten times worse. I was going to explode!
I felt a needle go in my arm.
“KILL her!” I screamed at Mistress, wanting to help her. Wanted to hold the evil dark-haired one while Mistress sliced her stomach with her knife.
But I couldn’t move. I twisted and struggled. The other one held me tightly.
They were writhing on the floor in fierce combat now, wrestling with deadly intensity.
I saw Mistress’ head go down and her mouth come up covered in blood. She’d bit the dark one!
Then I saw the dark one move her nails down Mistress’ side and saw the trail of blood. She’s scratched Mistress deep enough to bleed!
I tried to yell “Kill her!” again but I couldn’t talk. I was spinning, the pain in my head mind-boggling.
The other evil one held me firm from behind and I felt another needle go in my arm.
The two of them struggled in fierce wrestling combat all across the floor.
GOD the pain in my head! I wanted it to explode just to end this ripping agony!
Then I heard another shot.
Saw blood appear on my beautiful Mistress’ arm.
Smelled the burned smoke.
Heard a scream.
My legs went to total rubber….I blacked out.
Puppets, Yvonne thought with absolute joy.
Happiness beyond imagining. A child on Christmas morning.
Drooling.
Little.
Puppets.
Yvonne thought this with total absolute glee, filled with the sweetest happiness and giddiest delight that she had ever known.
She laugh again out loud, a lilting giggle, as she stretched her naked body, hands over her head, careful not to pull the bandage, as she sat straddling the twisting gorgeous naked sweating woman squirming and writhing around in animal hunger on the bed beneath her.
They were like drooling… little… puppets, Yvonne thought with endless childlike delight as she looked down at the gorgeous naked woman bucking and writhing and twisting beneath her.
She’d decided to play bondage games tonight, just for laughs. Had her little Puppet’s wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. What fun!
Loved Puppet’s long curly brown hair thrashing around on the pillow, the head flailing around in the dimly-lit bedroom. Dinner time. Hungry, Puppet?
The magnificent glorious huge perfect soft round breasts. The soft silky skin, all twisting and bucking and writhing in hopeless need…ravenous hunger—beneath her. Hearing her moan, gulping air, twisting down into the mattress underneath her.
They’d been here awhile!
“Hi girlfriend,” Yvonne said again with light soft mock sincerity as she grabbed the can from the shelf.
“What are you?”
“Biiiitch!” Puppet screamed in a throaty moan.
Oh the Heat was strong tonight…stronger than it had ever been…it coursed through Yvonne’s veins like tonic.
But Yvonne fought it.
Didn’t want to give herself over to it just yet…relishing it….relishing this happiest moment of her Life….
“They call it the whipped cream diet, girlfriend,” Yvonne said playfully, pointing the nozzle at Puppet’s lips and spraying the sweet instant whipped cream all over Puppet’s perfect thick red lips, the huge breasts, down and around.
She tickled her Puppet’s stomach. They like that.
“You lose pounds AND inches! The guy on TV SAID so!” she said in a playful mocking giggling lilt, as she went down to give Puppet a long deep sweet creamy kiss.
She took a long time with Puppet’s titties, down,up,around…..tongue-lashing every tasty inch….
Sweet Heat.
Building to a new high in Yvonne now.
Oh BOY was it strong..stronger than ever….the luscious Heat….
Of course her real delight was in knowing that she had defeated the old hags. Lydia and Eve. She felt the pain in her side and was careful not to pull the bandage.
Stupid old women. You’ll pay for that, Lydia you old witch…
“You know, girlfriend,” Yvonne said with mock smug sincerity as she tickled Puppet’s underarms, ”they say laughter is the best medicine,huh?”
Oh boy look at her go down there, twisting, straining at the bonds, gulping air and giggling and thrashing underneath her, Yvonne’s nails so gently grazing up, down,across,down, Puppet’s head flailing on the pillow.…
Thought you could kill me, old women? Thought you could end my Life?
Idiots.
“You know,girlfriend,” Yvonne said even more playfully, ” they say we lose calcium as we get older. Don’t let THAT happen!”
She squirted cream on her own nipples and lowered them on to Puppet’s mouth. Ohhhh yes, sweeeeet sweet heat….
Thought you could do a complete Mind-Wipe, old hags? Total Purge?
Thought you could put me on that plane to Australia and I’d start a new Life clueless as some empty-headed Pride Princess, burning incense to your bullshit goddess in the middle of nowhere in the Outback?
Stupid old women. Like I wasn’t ready for you? A hiding place in the Vibe? Knowing what you would do?
You’ve underestimated me again, hags. That will be your undoing.
You should have really killed me. You won’t get a second chance now.
Trying to avoid a war? Just watch….
She slid down now, and put a finger verrry gently across Puppet’s soaked pussy.
“What ARE you, babycakes,huh?”
“BITCH!!!!” her Puppet screamed, though hardly able to talk now….
“Yeeeees,” she purred as her fingernails grazed the soles of Puppet’s feet. So lightly.
Little circles. Down. Up. Around.
Oh boy that did it. Look at her squeal and thrash around down there!
Yvonne laughed at the sight of it! Heat sooooo so strong…..
“I BEG you pleeeeeeease stop please please please!!!!” her Puppet was screaming through strained giggles, the hips bucking wildly, the head bouncing up and down on the pillow.
“BEG me, girlfriend?” Yvonne said with pretend outrage.
“You know, honey, that indicates a lack of self-esteem. YOU”VE got to learn to LIKE yourself!”
And she laughed her sing-song laugh hard out loud as Puppet writhed, moving slowly back up Puppet’s little legs.
Can’t let her not breathe. Or break anything. Not done with this one yet!
It was almost time.
The Heat was too strong now. The whole room starting to blur a little.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you with a strap-on tomorrow night, girlfriend,” she said softly, massaging her whore’s pussy, finger in her anus.
Oh boy THAT did it! Look at her go down there!
“Maybe fuck you in the ass too. Found THAT fantasy pretty early in your mind, now didn’t we, honey?”
Puppet was gulping air hard. Those toy handcuffs aren’t going to make it!
Of course part of the delight was knowing Lydia had been with this one too. Bitch Lydia and her little blonde DayWorld whore. Not long ago.
Looks like I like playing with ALL your toys, Lydia, she thought victoriously. With deadly venom.
Better get yourself a new sandbox.
She bent to let Puppet taste her nipples again.
Sweeeeetest Heat…..
It had been so easy. In the beginning. When Eve was clueless.
The Wait. The Pounce.
“Hi I’m Yvonne! I’m your new neighbor!”
“Oh Hi! I’m Francesca! But everybody calls me Frannie!”
Do they?
I call you Bitch, Yvonne thought now in gleeful abandon as she kissed and caressed Puppet to the very edge…then brought her back…loving how Puppet was begging her now…trying to say ‘pleeeeeez’ but really not able to talk anymore.
So easy.
Hey the cable guy came!
Hey you got a package!
Hey I got extra mac and cheese grab a dish! Check out these DVD’s I rented! Those Lifetime movies you like!
But the best had been in the coffee shop before work. Frannie of course clueless that Yvonne worked for her boss Jennifer’s shrink. Or any connection to Lydia.
“I mean,Jen is a great friend and super-good-hearted person, okay?” Frannie would say, smiling in a mock disdain and shaking her head as she blew across the top of the coffee cup.
“Sure,sure,” Yvonne would say, nodding, sipping her milkshake, discreetly staring at Frannie’s breasts.
“But I mean WHAT a MICRO-manager! Jeez in your FACE, you know?”
“Riiight…riiiight..” Yvonne would say, staring at Frannie’s gorgeous ass as she went up for the free refill. Jeans on Fridays, that was the best.
“And a perFECTionist guh-LORE, man! You’ll hit the shit list for a month if you F it up, you know?” Frannie would say, laughing and shaking her head.
“But hey it’s a job, right?”
And they would wave goodbye and head for separate trains and Yvonne would be filled with much the same victorious delight she felt now.
And she’d feel like dancing even as her face betrayed nothing, the DayWorld man always giving up his seat for her on the train. Probably thinking she looked too grim and studious.
Thinking it’s his license to stare at her, the seat.
No matter.
And she would smile demurely, nod curtly, fold her hands in her lap so sweetly,stare away from him out the window.
All the while laughing inside uproariously. Like now.
Well GOSH girlfriend! She would think as the train started to go.
I know! Hey I got an IDEA!!!
How about we call your micro-managing boss down to the car some morning?
And you reach over after you ask for today off and snap her neck? Even as I slice her with my Dagger?
Wouldn’t THAT be a hoot girlfriend???
And she’d have to hold back the laugh as the train moved. The man staring, trying to be so sneaky.
And THEN, girlfriend, she’d think, we’ll drive to the parking garage where Hag Lydia is and call her down and dump the bloody corpse at Lydia’s feet!
Wouldn’t THAT be a TOTAL blast girlfriend??? Huh???
Then we’ll go back to your place….smoke a whole joint…binge out on ice cream and watch Bette Davis movies all day! Wanna?????
Too strong now…the Heat….
Yvonne squirted cream all around her pussy…swung around into a 69…and squirted cream all over Puppet’s mound, thighs. Finished the can. Tossed it.
It was time. She let the wave come into her.
Fuck your bullshit Way, she thought now as she lowered herself on to Puppet’s mouth.
The hell with your pretend goddess and your rituals and your bullshit Way.
There’s a new way now, she thought, not smiling now, lowering down. Hungry.
My way.
And then she thought, well, this is what it’s all about. Moving to dive into her Puppet.
This.
The Rebellion…everything….This.
Because it was soooo good with these DayWorld women.
Eve knew it. Hag Lydia was in the throes of it. And now her too.
Sooo good.
Because it was all one big gigantic explosion.
One big sweet climactic orgasmic explosion that just went on and on…
Oh God the Heat now…better than ever….Yvonne wasn’t smiling now…hungry now….
Soooo good.
Because you were in their head.
You were in their head and they were in your head.
All one big sweet explosion from all angles…you…them…back and forth….all on and on and on….
A thousand times better than any Heat Festival. Better than any Breeder Orgy, this sweet shared explosion….
And as Yvonne lowered fully down, and her head went down into Puppet, her final thought before letting the wave take her was:
So which is it?
The power? The ease of it?
Or just the awesome good sex?
Which is it with these women?
And even as her face was covered in cream and she ravenously dived in, she knew…well, that’s a stupid question.
What a dumb question to ask…is it the power or the sex?
Stupid stupid question, she thought, as the Heat took her now…all the way into Puppet’s head now…feeling Puppet’s animal need inside her head….
Dumb question.
The power or the sex.
Stupid stupid question.
Like there’s a difference……