I Know What You’re Thinking
(POV 3: Kim’s Point-of-View)
-- by lightswitch © September 2007

[(FF, lesbian), lesbian rape, interracial, white female, black
female, asian female, sci fi, snuff]

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Kim Seung tightened the small bolts that would keep the tiny
camera attached to the helmet. She was finally going to conquer
those two bitches, once and for all.

For almost six months, Kim had been doing all of the work around
the lab, only to see the professor and that Caucasian lab
assistant get all the credit. The pretty Korean burned with
anger, thinking about how she continued to be cheated.

Dr Felicia Sappras was a brilliant researcher – the first black
woman to be named to a chair position in the university’s history
-- and Kim had initially thought herself fortunate to have been
selected as the woman’s lab assistant.

Kim had ignored rumors that Felicia was a predatory lesbian, when
she first applied for the lab assistant position. Heck, Kim
considered *herself* a “predatory lesbian,”  so she had no biases
about Felicia’s sexual preferences. If anything, the allegation
had made her feel even closer to the professor.

Until she actually started working the job.

From the start, she had a nagging insecurity that Felicia had
hired both of her lab assistants for their looks, more than for
their research skills. Kim *was* beautiful and intelligent, but
the other lab assistant …

Her name was Annette and she *was* beautiful -- a gorgeous,
big-titted white girl with long, flowing brown hair. Kim
salivated just thinking about her. While the white girl was far
from stupid, it was also obvious to Kim that the girl had no
business acting as a lab assistant to one of the best researchers
on campus. Under normal conditions, Kim would have just focused
on seducing the fuckable brunette and eventually enslaving her.
But it turned out that Felicia also seemed to desire the
submissive-looking white girl.

There’s where the real problem lay. Felicia was an extremely
attractive woman – tall, toned, with a great figure. In the
beginning, Kim had fantasies of topping the tall, beautiful,
black woman, too. But it soon became apparent that they were too
similar: Both had a strong need to be dominant and neither could
stand being dominated.

Kim wouldn’t have minded this, but Felicia started showing
blatant favoritism towards Annette and finding subtle ways to
push Kim aside. These actions were never based on merit, only on
personality. And, being a domme, Felicia seemed to know all the
buttons to push to really enrage another dominant.

And Kim *was* enraged.

Felicia had a reputation as being one of the university’s finest
researchers, but in Kim’s opinion, the woman was just a
self-centered slut.

But now … all of that was going to change!

Kim had been working on an utterly ingenious plan that would
eliminate the prudish white bitch and bring the overly-dominant
black bitch down!

Kim had arrived at the lab early, today, to make the final
arrangements to her plan. When it was all over, Kim would have
eliminated a rival and gained control over the professor. She
felt her pussy grow hot and wet at the thought of the subjugation
to come.

The door to the hallway opened unexpectedly, causing Kim to jump
and drop the now-modified prototype helmet back down onto the
work table.

Who …?!?

Nobody was supposed to be here this early! Annette wasn’t
expected for another half hour, being obsessively punctual, and
Felicia was notorious for breezing in late.

She glared towards the door and saw the pretty brunette shrink
back under her gaze. It *was* Annette! What was the white girl
doing here, this early? The timid Caucasian lab assistant walked
quietly to her work station and began fiddling with the first
mechanism her trembling hands came to – an old radiation gauge.

The Korean girl scowled. Was Annette up to something? Did she
suspect anything? She knew her plan was foolproof, but … it never
hurt to be cautious.

Besides, this was a chance to fuck with the white girl’s mind
some more.

She walked up quietly behind the intent brunette.

“You’re early,” she said, gratified to see the other girl give a
startled jump.

The white girl nodded, not looking up, and didn’t reply. Kim
remained standing nearby, waiting.

The white girl began fidgeting in her chair.

“I needed to get some calibrations done,” Annette finally
offered, lamely.

Kim smiled. The stupid cunt was already falling into submissive
mode. Kim stepped closer. Assuming her right as the alpha female,
she began massaging the white girl’s shoulders.

Dominants always knew they had the right to initiate physical
contact.

“Sure you did, baby,” the Korean girl purred, voice tinged with
just the right amount of sarcasm. “You didn’t come here early,
hoping to meet me, did you. Just keep telling yourself that.”

Kim felt the white girl jerk away. The Asian girl smiled and
confidently returned to massaging the indignant white girl’s back
and shoulders, knowing Annette must secretly enjoy these
attentions. She frowned as she felt the multiple layers of
clothing the brunette was wearing.

“You have a nice body,” Kim told her. “Why do you insist on
hiding it?” She leaned down to whisper in the other girl’s ear.
“Why do you insist on hiding your desire for me?” She let her
hands roam lower, deliberately fondling the white girl’s ample
chest.

Annette slapped her hands away. “Oh, leave me alone, Kim!” she
said angrily. “For the thousandth time: I am not a lesbian. I
don’t ‘want’ you. You don’t turn me on. We are never going to be
‘together.’”

The beautiful Asian girl smiled, but her eyes flashed angrily.
Nobody was *EVER* to strike her … even gently … not for any
reason! She added this affront to the mental list of
transgressions for which this bitch would pay.

“Keep telling yourself that, honey,” she told the indignant white
girl. “We both know that you’re going to be mine, eventually.”

“Fuck you!” Annette shouted, obviously flustered.  Kim loved
making the big-titted bitch lose control. She remained placid.

“No,” she replied, evenly, “*I* am going to fuck *you.* It is
only a matter of time.”

“Like hell!” Annette retorted. “You can kiss my ass, you twisted
dyke!”  Kim almost laughed. Why was every retort the white girl
came up with so … sexual? Repressed desire, Kim hypothesized.
She’s afraid to give in to her submissive tendencies. Afraid of
getting sexually dominated by a truly dominant woman. Afraid of
losing her sense of “self” to another.

“You’ll be doing more than kissing my ass,” the implacable Asian
girl smiled. “It is inevitable. Your eventual domination is
unavoidable. Why not give in now? You know how I love interracial
topping!”

The white girl looked as if she wanted to reply, but held back.
“She’s struggling with her desires,” Kim thought, smiling. The
pretty Korean was about to pursue it further when she was
interrupted by the lab door, banging open. Doctor Felicia strode
in, tossing her motorcycle helmet aside as she entered the lab.

“The professor was *hot*,” Kim thought, drinking in the tight
leather motorcycle gear that hugged the black woman’s toned body.
She regretted for the thousandth time that Felicia was another
dominant and bristled at Kim’s dominating overtures. Many days
the young Korean fantasized about fucking both of these women …
bending them to her will … making them both into her personal
fuck-toys.

But, so far, no luck. Annette kept resisting and Felicia only
became resentful.

Kim watched the professor’s eyes fixate on the CEFS that she’d
dropped onto her work station, earlier. “Damn! Why is that woman
so observant?!” she fretted, biting her lower lip.

“Annette! Kim!” she called to the two grad, “did one of you work
on the Cerebral Electrical Field Sensor prototype while I was
gone?”

The white girl answered without looking up. “Uh uh, Dr. Sappras,”
she said, continuing to pretend to work on the gauge. “You *know*
that I think the CEFS is a waste of time. Neural signals occur
inside the brain; they don’t manifest as a field, external to the
body. And that means there is nothing to measure or translate –
even assuming you could get the algorithms right.”

I’d better make a pre-emptive strike, the Korean girl thought.

“That was me, Dr. Sappras,” Kim admitted, evenly looking the
professor in the eye. “I thought that putting a small camera and
microphone on the helmet could provide baseline records that
could be sent back to the computer for analysis.”

“I also adjusted the antenna circuitry to filter out inputs that
we know aren’t correlated,” Kim said. “That way we rid ourselves
of distracting irrelevancies and …”

“Kim,” Dr Sappras interrupted, sternly, “you can’t just go adding
components because you think they might be useful! We’ve talked
about this before! You *have* to get permission, first! Ask
Annette or me *before* you make any future changes! Is that
clear?”

The beautiful Asian girl clenched her teeth in rage, glaring
first at the professor and then at the other lab assistant. She
bit her tongue to keep from exploding.

Felicia sighed. “Why can’t you be more like Annette?” she whined.


Kim felt as if she’d been slapped. Wheeling, she stalked angrily
out of the room, into the Observation Room.

“How DARE she?!?” Kim raged, to herself. “How dare she suggest I
should be more like that mindless fuck-toy, Annette!?! She has no
idea how lucky she is to have a lab assistant like me!

Her red-hot rage cooled to a deadly cold anger.

All of that was about to change, though! She just needed to wait
for the right opportunity …

She looked out through the big picture window that overlooked the
main lab. The big glass pane was really a two-way mirror – from
the other side, one would only see a reflection. But from this
side, you could see the entire main lab area.

Kim looked down at the remote device she had made. It showed the
view from the camera she’d mounted earlier, as well as serving as
an input device for the CEFS visor display.

Turning her gaze back to the two-way mirror, Kim sucked in her
breath. Felicia was picking up the CEFS helmet!

“Put it on! Put it on!” Kim whispered.

The professor evaluated the dark-visored helmet, turning it over
and over in her hands. Kim was familiar with the design. Very
familiar.

It was a half-helmet that covered the top of one’s head,
obscuring the eyes with a dark, seemingly opaque visor, the
inside of which also served as a display screen. The bottom half
of one’s head was left exposed. The shiny, black plastic had been
strengthened with Kevlar, to make it military grade.

Kim had spent every day of the past week modifying the helmet,
sneaking into the lab after hours and arriving early. It would be
the key to her conquest plan!

Felicia stared at the CEFS for several minutes. Without warning,
she suddenly slipped it over her head and fastened the chin
strap.

“YES!” Kim shouted, dancing around the Observation Room in
triumph.  The professor had fallen for the bait! From this moment
on, it should all go according to plan!

To Kim’s surprise, the helmeted Felicia walked over to where Kim
stood and stared directly at her. The pretty Asian was
momentarily startled before she remembered the glass pane
separating them. “She doesn’t know I’m here,” Kim thought, aware
that she had been holding her breath. “She’s just admiring
herself in the mirror she sees on her side.”

The beautiful black woman was, indeed, admiring herself! And
judging by her smile and posing, she liked what she saw … a lot!
The modernistic helmet with the seemingly-opaque black visor and
the leather gear that hugged her toned body made her look like
some super-sexy, futuristic dominatrix. Kim could feel herself
salivating at the beautiful dominant bitch. She watched, almost
mesmerized, as the hot black woman unzipped her leather jacket a
bit more, exposing a dangerous amount of soft, ebony cleavage.

Kim exhaled loudly. “Damn, but you are hot, woman!” she breathed.
“I’m going to love breaking you!”

It was time to initiate the plan. The pretty Asian girl grabbed
her remote and keyed in a three-digit numeric code:

510

Almost immediately, the text she had assigned to this number
appeared next to it, in cyan, on her remote:

510 [ohmygod]

By entering the number for this macro on her remote, the
associated text (but not the original macro number) would be
displayed on the visor of the CEFS.  Kim grinned and entered
another macro.

101 [I think im going to die]

Kim peered through the big two-way mirror, eager to see the
effect of her text message.

Dr Sappras’ head jerked up and her hands flew up to check the
small switch, discretely hidden on the lower-left rim of the 
helmet.

Kim smiled, knowing she’d find it in the ON position, where the
scheming Asian girl had left it this morning.

The professor stood there, obviously trying to puzzle out what
was going on. “That’s why I enjoy fucking with smart people,” Kim
whispered. They could be fooled much more easily.

Kim excitedly typed in two more macros.

102 [she is so fucking hot]
103 [I think im going to cream myself just watching her]

The pretty Korean congratulated herself at having worked out such
a believable beginning script. It was going to be tougher when
they inevitably got off-script and she couldn’t use
consecutively-numbered macros any more.  Still, she had a
numbering system and had memorized the list fairly well.

Felicia seemed to peer intently at the smiling Asian girl. Kim
realized that she must be looking intently into the mirror. Did
she suspect? Had she somehow found out that Kim was behind the
glass?

The two women “stared at each other” for several minutes.

Kim’s heart began to pound.

Impossible … ! There was no way the professor could have figured
out that it was a trick … !

She had to distract the woman. Quickly, she typed another macro
into the remote:

105 [if you only knew how ive longed to be your bitch]

Kim paused to monitor what effect the message might have had.
Felicia’s expression was partially hidden by the near-opaque
visor, causing Kim to curse, softly. She hadn’t considered that
problem; she had assumed she would be able to see their Felicia’s
expressions clearly.

“Better keep the iron hot,” she decided, typing another string of
macros.

106 [but I can’t bring myself to admit it]
107 [not to you]
108 [not to myself]

The pretty Korean was beginning to perspire. She was getting near
the end of her pre-generated introductory text – easy to remember
because these macros all started with 1 and were sequentially
numbered. Soon, she’d have to start improvising and hope she had
enough building blocks to string together convincingly.

She entered the next two macros in her script:

109 [i wish you knew my fantasies]
110 [i wish you knew how I long for you to just take me]

The professor was standing, motionless, in front of the mirror.
“You’re a bright woman,” Kim hissed softly. “You must have made
the connection between the text and the CEFS’ ‘abilities!’”

She entered the next lines:

111 [id know I wanted you]
112 [youd know i wanted you]
113 [I could give in to my lusts without admitting to myself how
much it turned me on to give in to my submissive desires]
114 [sure id pretend to resist but wed both know I wanted it]

Kim saw the professor shift her weight from one leg to the other.
“What’s the matter, Felicia?” Kim chuckled. “Pussy getting hot in
those leather pants? Come on! Do something! Let’s see some follow
up! I’m practically begging you to rape that white slut!”

The pretty Korean girl felt her excitement mounting as she typed
more macros:

115 [pretending to resist would make it all the hotter]
116 [cant you see that I want you but am too shy to let you know]
117 [oh how i wish youd make me your fuck toy]

Kim almost squealed in delight as she saw Felicia turn to look at
the unsuspecting white girl.

“YES!” she whispered. Time to go to the next “script” – for the
“thoughts” after the initial set, when the thinker would have
realized Felicia was watching her. The “realization” conversation
started at macro 150.

Kim pouted. There was still a fair amount of Initial Script
unused. She had spent a lot of time trying to anticipate creating
these thoughts, to slowly pull Felicia into the deception. Part
of her hated to waste them.

She decided to try weaving in some of the initial script, for
“color.”

502 [oh god]
150 [shes looking at me]
118 [can she tell how much I want her]
119 [does she know how much I want her]
380 [to]
400 [fuck me]

Kim grinned as she watched the leather-clad woman slowly approach
the obviously confused white girl. The Asian girl quickly
inserted the earbud linked to the remote, to hear what the helmet
microphone might be picking up.

“What do you think, Annette?” she heard the professor tease. Kim
chuckled as she watched the deluded lesbian slowly spin around in
front of the mystified brunette lab assistant.

“Don’t you think I look hot in this get-up?”  she heard the
professor ask.

“Oh, this is just *too* good!” Kim laughed, quickly texting a
fictitious “thought response” from the befuddled white girl.

501 [oh fuck yes]
200 [you look so hot]

The pretty Korean watched the two women look at each other.
“Annette has no idea that Felicia believes she is reading her
thoughts on that visor display!” she laughed, relishing how well
her plan was going. The two women stood, regarding each other –
one waiting for some kind of response and the other trying to
figure out what was going on. Kim decided to stir the pot with
some more “thoughts.”

“Time to escalate,” she thought. “Let’s have Annette realize her
thoughts are being read …”  She began selecting macros to send.

306 [wait]
151 [shes wearing the cefs]

Kim paused, unable to see Felicia’s expression, since the black
woman’s back was to her. “Damn!” she thought. “I wish I’d
anticipated this. I *really* wanted to see their expressions
throughout this!”  Kim kept typing.

It was time to indicate that Annette was slowly figuring things
out. This would set the stage for Felicia raping the white girl,
thinking it was a role-play seduction.

152 [is it working]
153 [can she read my thoughts]

The Korean girl gasped as she watched the professor lean forward.
At that angle, she must almost be spilling out of the tight,
partially-zipped leather jacket!  Kim cursed herself for not
setting up a camera to see from the other angle!  She had been so
sure everything was covered, between the helmet cam and the
two-way mirror vantage point!

“Guess oen can never anticipate everything, no matter how bright
they are,” the pretty Asian sighed. The microphone began picking
up conversation, again.

“You don’t have to say anything, baby,” she heard Felicia murmur,
her voice sounding thick with lust. “I think we both know that
you’re not leaving here until I make you my bitch.”

Through the helmet cam, Kim saw an elegant black hand sensually
stroke the pretty brunette’s pale face.  The white girl’s face
immediately flushed crimson.

“Time to start jumping on opportunities,” Kim smiled, scanning
her crib notes of macro codes as she typed.

154 [she knows]
502 [oh god]
154 [she knows]
243 [im so ashamed]

Kim paused. She could see Annette looking at Felicia with wide,
questioning eyes. “Poor little bitch,” Kim chuckled. “She has no
idea what’s going on. I guess the prof has never come on this
strong, before.”  The Asian dominatrix smiled, cruelly. “Well,
Annette … you haven’t seen anything, yet!”

It was time to remove Felicia’s inhibitions about hurting her
favorite little pet! Kim began typing.

155 [but if she knows]
156 [I can pretend to resist]
157 [I can fulfill my rape fantasies]

After entering the final macro digits, Kim eagerly tried to watch
both views – her remote display, showing Felicia’s view of
Annette; and the view through the two-way mirror.

The professor’s arms moved, slowly. “What was she doing?!?”  Kim
agonized. If only she could see … ! It looked as if Felicia was
unzipping her leather jacket! Yes! Kim could see that the sides
of the jacket no longer hugged the black woman’s curves, but now
hung free.

The pretty Korean groaned out loud. “Holy fuck!” she sighed.
“She’s showing Annette her tits!” Kim let one slim hand slide
inside her skirt. How she’d love to get a glimpse of those fat,
dark melons!  “I have *got* to find a way to get them to turn for
a better view!” she thought, staring forlornly at the professor’s
back.

She looked at the view from the helmet cam. Annette’s big blue
eyes looked as if they’d bug out of her pretty head. She looked
shocked, but Kim couldn’t help but wonder if the brunette’s
pretty face was flushed solely from shock and embarrassment.

Time to give Felicia a little positive reinforcement … and give
the prudish Annette a push further into the delights of the
carnal realm!  Kim typed feverishly, with one hand.

502 [oh god]
201 [those tits are gorgeous]
202 [I want to bury my face in them]
203 [I want her to smother me with them]

Kim smugly congratulated herself. She had scenarios for the
beautiful white girl getting smothered by tits, pussy, ass,
and/or hands.

“Let’s reinforce the rationale for why Annette will struggle,”
Kim thought, typing quickly.

119 [I want to play hard to get]
120 [will she know]
121 [will she know that it is just pretend]

“Go on, baby,” Kim heard Felicia whisper, through the mic. “Try
and resist me. I’m going to break you, you beautiful little
bitch!”

Kim groaned and began fingering her moist slit. “Oh, *fuck*, this
is good!” the Asian dominatrix whispered, eyes darting rapidly
between the helmet cam image and the two-way mirror view. On the
helmet cam, Annette looked scared and began trembling violently.
Kim began projecting her own thoughts a bit, as she typed.

503 [oh fuck]
504 [this is a dream come true]
300 [please]
300 [please]

Kim’s mouth twisted in irritation. “I keep forgetting that I
included a ‘repeat’ key. I don’t have to re-key the same macro.
She watched her hated rival, on the screen.

“Let’s get a little nasty,” Kim murmured, continuing to type with
one hand as she pleasured herself with the other.

204 [call me white girl]

Through the big two-way mirror, Kim was gratified to see the
beautiful black woman’s head jerk up. Would she continue?

“Racist little slut,” she heard the professor murmur. “I’m going
to break you, white girl.’

On the helmet cam, Annette was visibly shaking.

“I’m going to make you my little, white fuck-toy,” the black
woman told the quivering brunette, straddling her lap and pinning
her arms with long, leather-clad legs.

“Oh god, this is good!” Kim breathed, inserting another finger.
“What must Annette be thinking, seeing her beloved Felicia acting
like such an aggressive racist dominatrix?!?”  A smug flash of
hatred for the aloof brunette washed over the flushed Asian girl.
She typed another macro.

205 [hit me]

Kim saw the professor jerk upright, obviously shocked.

205 [hit me]
206 [you beautiful black bitch]
207 [slap me like the worthless whore I am]

Kim grinned, pleased that she had had the foresight to include a
“begging to be slapped” script.

She watched the beautiful black woman pulled her arm back and
deliver a stinging slap across the face of her pinned lab
assistant. The pretty Korean licked her lips as she watched an
angry red hand-print appeared across the white girl’s cheek.

“Say ‘thank you,’ Annette!” she laughed, as she typed another
macro.

501 [oh fuck yes]

Kim had started to type the code to transmit “again,” but paused.
“Don’t get over-eager,” she cautioned herself. “Reinforce the
rationalization to ignore Annette’s protests and struggling … !”

She entered “210.”

210 [time to role play]

“Doctor Sappras!” Kim heard through the helmet mic, as she
watched tears well up in Annette’s horrified blue eyes. “What …
what are you doing?!?”

Kim was close to climax. Fingering herself as she watched the
gorgeous black professor dominate finally strike the befuddled
white girl was too exciting to bear.

Feverishly, she began typing the string she hoped would lead to
pushing her over the edge to climax.

300 [again]
305 [oh]
505 [please]
205 [hit me]
300 [again]

Through her two vantage points, the aroused Asian girl watched
the aroused professor back-handed the pretty brunette across the
other side of her face. “You fucking little masochist!” she heard
the professor whisper, huskily.

Kim moaned in pleasure and quickly typed in more codes with one
hand.

506 [oh yeah]
208 [talk dirty to me]
209 [show me what a little slut I am]
205 [hit me]
300 [again]
REPEAT [again]
REPEAT [again]

The furiously masturbating Asian girl watched the black woman
rained blow after open-handed blow down on the stunned white
girl, rocking her head from side to side. Kim almost couldn’t
type, she was so turned on.

501 [oh fuck yes]
210 [i have never been so turned on]

The professor seemed to lose all control and savagely slapped the
pinned lab assistant into unconsciousness. Kim saw the white
girl’s eyelids flutter and her beaten face go lax as she slumped
in the chair.

The Korean dominatrix climaxed. Hard. She gritted her teeth,
trying not to cry out, but was only partially successful. She
fell, writhing, on the floor, hoping the Observation Room was
soundproofed.

“Omigod!” she panted. “Omigod! That was the hottest thing I have
ever seen! She beat the bitch senseless!” Kim’s furiously
thrusting fingers pistoned in and out of her over-heated pussy,
as she relished the domination scene she had engineered.

Finally, her fingers began to slow as her orgasm ebbed.

Panting heavily, the trembling Asian girl crawled back into her
chair and looked out through the two-way mirror.

The professor had paused, probably concerned about beating her
little pet into unconsciousness.

Kim transmitted a text message to reassure the black dominatrix.

501 [oh fuck yes]

Annette was still unconscious. “I can’t type ‘thoughts’ when
she’s like that,” Kim realized. “At least not like I normally
would. Felicia is no fool. She’ll know that something is up if
she realizes Annette is unconscious, but the ‘thoughts’ are still
being displayed!”

She keyed a macro, to buy some time to think.

501 [oh fuck]

Kim typed slowly, pausing a while between each three-digit entry.
That should mimic a groggy consciousness, she thought.

211 [that was great]
212 [I never dreamed it could be so good]

The Asian girl realized her pussy was throbbing again. “I want to
see more,” she murmured. “I want to keep pushing it!”  She
scanned her cheat sheet for an appropriate code.

242: [why am I still clothed]

Would that be enough to get the two beautiful women naked?

505 [please]
REPEAT [please]
402 [strip me]

Kim watched the professor get off from the white girl and quickly
removed the unconscious girl’s lab coat. Underneath, Annette had
been wearing a shapeless sweatshirt and a pair of khaki slacks.

“So foolish!” Kim thought. “Hiding a beautiful body like that!”

The leather-clad professor quickly stripped the insensate lab
assistant of her outer wear. Watching raptly through the helmet
cam, Kim sucked in her breath. This white girl was just stunning!
 Lying there, semi-conscious, her full white breasts gently
rising and falling, barely contained in a surprisingly racy black
brassiere. A strip of fine black mesh cloth served as panties,
barely covering the lovely triangle nestled between Annette’s
supple white legs. Kim licked her lips, hungrily.

“That’s going to be mine, soon,” she whispered, as she watched
the aroused black dominatrix strip the dazed white girl. The
professor soon had all of Annette’s clothes in a pile on the
floor, then stripped off her own leathers.

Kim thought she might faint. The beautiful black woman was
equally stunning! The Asian girl’s mouth watered as she
fantasized dominating these two gorgeous women.

“Soon,” she whispered. “Soon!”

Clad only in the futuristic helmet, Felicia again straddled the
slowly-awakening white girl.

“Please …” Kim heard the lab assistant sob, as she starting to
struggle under the black woman’s weight.

The Korean girl frowned. Each time Annette talked, it posed a
risk. It would be safer if she could be shut up …

“Let’s put that mouth to good use,” she sneered, quickly typing
some codes.

505 [please]
400 [kiss me]

Kim smiled as she watched Felicia pull the brunette’s head back
by her hair and press those full, thick lips down onto the
struggling white girl’s mouth. Kim grinned and typed some
reinforcement.

501 [oh fuck yes]

Annette struggled in the black woman’s arms, but seemed helpless
to escape the deep kiss Felicia was inflicting. Did the professor
have her tongue down the white bitch’s throat, Kim wondered.  If
not, she soon would!  The Korean’s fingers danced over the remote
keypad.

501 [oh fuck yes]
212 [I never dreamed it could be so good]
307 [yes]
REPEAT [yes]
122 [you know I want it]
400 [kiss me]
REPEAT [kiss me]
360 [savagely]

Kim watched Felicia press the struggling white girl even closer,
crushing Annette with her dark arms and legs. “That’s it!” the
pretty Asian whispered, gently rubbing her swollen nipples
through her blouse. “Give it to the little bitch!”  She keyed a
macro and then began mindlessly pressing the REPEAT key.

507 [oh yes]
REPEAT [oh yes]
REPEAT [oh yes]

The professor continued to have her way with her pretty lab
assistant’s mouth for another five minutes or so.  Annette had
gone limp and seemed resigned to the black woman’s sensuous,
dominating kiss. The pretty Korean occupied herself by entering
macros, from time to time, just to keep things going.

213 [i cant believe how good this is]

Kim was just typing codes for her own thoughts, now, thoroughly
entranced at the hot domination seen in the other room

299 [it is fanfuckingtastic]

Kim chuckled. She had originally intended to save that little
quip for the aftermath of any forced orgasms. But since the
stubborn brunette didn’t seem likely to be climaxing any time
soon, this seemed as good a time as any.

The Korean dominatrix’s hand slid down her skirt again. She
wanted to see the white girl completely dominated and humiliated.

453 [smother me]

She saw Felicia break their kiss, in surprise. “What?” she heard
the professor ask.

Had she gone too far? Proceeded too fast? She didn’t care. Every
dominant fiber in her being cried out to see the white girl
topped – as viciously as possible! Kim typed insistently:

453 [smother me]
454 [press my face between those big gorgeous tits of yours]
453 [smother me]

Would it work? Had she drawn Felicia in, enough?

She heard the professor chuckled. “Why you twisted little
pervert!” the black woman murmured. But it didn’t sound as if she
had been offended, at all – maybe amused and more than a little
aroused. Kim watched, enraptured, as the beautiful black woman
forced the struggling girl’s pretty, pale face between the large,
dark mounds of her breasts. The white girl’s struggles
intensified briefly, but then began weakening.

Kim was typing with one hand, again, channeling her own thoughts.

502 [oh god]
212 [this is heaven]

The fevered Asian girl continued to finger her pussy as she
watched Felicia tit-smother the pinned lab assistant.

213 [I cant believe my dream is coming true]

Kim caught herself. She had to stop sending her own thoughts.
“Get back into the white girl’s head!” she commanded herself. “I
have to make this convincing!”  What would a lust-crazed
submissive be thinking, sitting there with her breath cut off by
a hot black dominant …?

265 [im being smothered by a beautiful black dominatrix]

Yes, that was more like it! She unconsciously ran her tongue
across her lips as she watched the white girl weaken rapidly.
Kim’s pussy ached with arousal. She decided to go for gold.

666 [kill me mistress]

Kim smiled. She had chosen the number for this macro, on purpose.

She saw the professor jerk her head up, startled. “You heard
her,” Kim muttered. She entered more macros, hoping to reinforce
the mood.

667 [force me into the ultimate domination]
668 [take my life]

Kim held her breath. She hoped that Felicia was now lost to her
unrepressed ‘dominant’ desires. Had she gotten the professor
sexually aroused enough to pull her over this threshold? She knew
that Felicia would never do this, normally. But she hoped that if
she got the predatory lesbian worked up enough … if she could
convince her that it was what Annette really wanted … !

Kim watched the professor lean back, allowing the white girl’s
pale face to pop out from between her big boobs. Annette wheezed
in great lungfuls of air.

“Fuck!” Kim shouted, pulling her damp fingers from her sodden
pussy.  This was where Felicia, crazed with dominant arousal, was
supposed to forget herself and tit-smother the prudish brunette
to death.

At least, that was how Kim had envisioned it while she was
scripting macros.

She’d pushed it too far. Felicia had pulled out of “the Zone”
where Kim could effectively manipulate her. “I have to get her
back,” the pretty dominatrix thought.

“That’s too extreme,” she heard the professor tell Annette.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” the frustrated Korean shouted. “Why didn’t
you just kill the bitch, Felicia?!? I was *this* close to the
best orgasm of my fucking life!” Sensing she was losing the
professor, she quickly tried to salvage the situation.

699: [if you wont kill me at least throw me down on the floor and
fuck me]

“I can do that,” she heard the professor say. Kim breathed a sigh
of relief as she watched the black dominatrix pull the
semi-conscious white girl out of the chair and dump her onto the
cold, concrete floor.

The Asian girl’s pussy throbbed with growingly insistent arousal.
“I can’t take any more of this,” she muttered. “Just watching is
driving me crazy! It’s time for me to move things along more …
directly!”

Wiping her sticky fingers on her skirt and readjusting her
blouse, Kim hurriedly left the Observation Room and jogged back
to the main lab, where she saw Felicia, still on top of Annette,
pinning the dazed white girl on the floor.

Kim surreptitiously fingered the remote keypad she’d brought with
her.

701 <what the hell>

She had programmed the macros for ‘thoughts’ that would seem to
come from her so they would display in green. Most of those
numbers were in the 700s, to keep them apart.

This would be where the real test of her memory lie – she
couldn’t be seen checking crib notes to select codes in front of
the professor.

She watched Felicia’s head turn in confusion, obviously trying to
figure out the significance of the new green text. The professor
finally turned enough to see her, standing there watching them.

 “Doctor Sappras!” the Korean girl gasped, in feigned shock.

“Annette!”

The professor stiffened at the unspoken accusation. Kim was
certain that if the woman’s skin wasn’t so dark, she’d be scarlet
with embarrassment. It was all the vindictive Asian girl could do
to repress a smile of satisfaction. To distract herself, she
keyed another macro, without looking.

701 <what did I walk into>

For a second, Kim regretted that the next line in the script let
Felicia off the hook so soon. If she’d had it to do over again,
she’d have added more shocked thoughts to let the black bitch
twist in the wind longer.

Sighing, she keyed the next macro.

703 <this is sort of hot>

Even with the professor’s eyes obscured by the CEFS, Kim could
see her sudden relieved expression. Kim didn’t give a damn about
Felicia’s feelings, though; she wanted to get to the extreme
sexual domination that was about to come!

704 <ive always fantasized about topping these two>

Annette stirred and tried to sit up, only to find herself pinned
on the floor. It was time for the pretty white girl’s masochistic
‘thoughts’ to return, the pretty Korean sneered to herself. Kim
tried not to smile as she typed the macros that would display the
text of thoughts she fantasized Annette thinking, about now.

320 [who]
821 [oh its kim]
822 [god kim is almost as hot as doctor Felicia]
823 [I wish shed join and theyd double team me]

Her turn for some thoughts. Kim tried to key from memory.

705 <id love to top Felicia>

She fumbled at the keys. Damn … the common single words, in the
300s, were always the toughest. Was it 310 she wanted?

310 <but>

Had she gotten that right? She couldn’t glance down to verify. In
any case, she had to move forward.  More surreptitious typing …

706 <Felicia is obviously a domme>
323 <still>
707 <I wouldnt mind helping her top that stuck up white bitch>

“That should provide the opening Felicia must be looking for,”
Kim thought. “Once I get a threesome going, I’ll eventually top
both of them!” Two gorgeous sex slaves … the Korean dominatrix
felt herself growing hotter … wetter.

She distracted herself by typing more of Annette’s submissive
“thoughts,” enjoying how she was dominating the white girl
without her even knowing.

324 [god kims ass is gorgeous]
325 [id love to kiss that sexy oriental ass]

Fear must have turned to lust in Felicia’s mind. “Kim,” she
barked, without warning, “strip and sit on this slut’s face!”

The pretty Asian could hardly believe her ears. “Well! That went
even easier than I expected!” she thought. “Let’s let Annette
give her opinion …”  Her fingers flew over the remote, held
behind her back.

501 [oh fuck yes]
507 [that’s it]
486 [make her sit on my face let me tongue that beautiful
asshole]

The pretty Korean girl tried to look surprised and hesitated,
trying to keep the remote out of sight as she typed.

720 <did i hear that right>

Kim paused. She hadn’t programmed any text to respond to a
command, only to a request. A subtle difference … would Felicia
catch it? She typed in the macro for the response she *did* have:

730 <did she really just ask me to>

Kim paused. What text did macro 743 display? She was pretty sure
it was either “sit on annette’s face” or “fuck Annette.”

Holding her breath, she typed the macro and snuck a peek at the
remote.

743 <sit on annettes face>

She couldn’t keep from glancing at the remote display. The pretty
Korean smiled. That was the right text! She’d remembered
correctly!

Kim looked at Felicia, trying to appear to be struggling between
shock and interest.  After letting the haughty professor twist
for a while, Kim keyed numbers into the remote she held behind
her back, hoping she didn’t ‘fat-finger’ any digits..

750 <she cant be serious>

Kim recalled that she was supposed to make some kind of gesture,
at this point, as a lead in to macro 751, but she couldn’t
remember what the gesture had been. Time to improvise.

760 <but look at her>
761 <shes naked>
762 <annette is naked>
751 <that means she is serious>
752 <this is real>

The pretty Oriental lab assistant let a cruel smile spread across
her face. “You’re the boss,” she said, stripping off her lab coat
and underlying clothes, palming the remote to keep it from sight.
Unlike Annette, Kim had on a stylish blouse and skirt, but had
stripped off her bra and soaked panties in the Observation Room.

The white girl struggled groggily. “No,” she gasped. “Don’t … you
can’t …”

Kim frowned. “Your lips say ‘no,’” she thought, keying the
remote, “but your thoughts say …”

505 [please]
507 [oh yes]
505 [please]

The beautiful Asian girl, now nude, walked forward to stand over
the pinned white girl. She felt her hands tremble with excitement
and knew she’d have to look at the keys to enter more macros. She
quickly entered three codes and put them on a six second delay:

507 [oh yes]
505 [please]
323 [let me kiss your ass kim]

She smiled meanly at the pinned white girl looking up at her. “Do
you like my ass, Annette?” she asked. “Would you like to kiss my
ass, you stuck-up white bitch?”

By now, Annette’s “answers” should be scrolling across Felicia’s
visor. “Damn, I’m good!” Kim thought, smiling broadly. But now,
she was going to put on a little show for the professor and get
back at her rival, at the same time. She quickly entered two more
codes, hoping Felicia would be too distracted to notice, and put
them on the six second delay.

740 <god>
741 <I love being sexually dominant>

That done, the young Asian dominatrix straddled the white girl’s
head, and reached back with both hands to spread the cheeks of
her beautiful, golden ass. “The first culmination of my plan,”
she gloated, hovering briefly over the disbelieving Caucasian
girl.

She heard the beautiful nude black woman sigh loudly as the
pretty Korean dominatrix slowly, triumphantly, lowered her ass
onto the brunette’s upturned face.

“Lick me, Annette,” she ordered, settling lightly on the girl’s
face. She could feel the white girl sobbing between her ass
cheeks and could feel hot tears in her crack.

But she felt no tongue.

A frown crossed her face. “Lick me or you’ll never breathe
again,” she snarled, forcing her ass down hard on the pinned
white girl’s face. Almost immediately, she felt the subservient
brush of a reluctant, wet tongue exploring her tight, puckered
asshole. True to her word, she raised her ass enough so the
humiliated bitch could get some air.

“That’s it, slut,” Kim purred. “Give us what we both want.”  She
keyed in some text to reinforce Annette’s status in the
professor’s mind.

307 [yes]
219 [that’s how I love it]
220 [force me]
221 [make me your slut]
225 [im worthless white trash]
249 [oh how I love your sweet sweet asshole]

Kim smiled. Felicia looked so utterly hypnotized by this
domination that Kim didn’t even have to hide the remote, anymore.
The entranced black woman’s lips were parted and she was panting
like a dog in heat. “You’re mine!’ Kim thought, repressing an
evil grin. “Time for you to join the subjugation!”

Kim gave Felicia a smug, superior grin. “You!” she said, sternly,
looking at the professor. “Suck my titties.”

The black woman jerked back, obviously angered at being
commanded. But the reality of her situation must have become
obvious, because she reluctantly leaned forward and took the
front of the Asian dominatrix’s golden breast into her mouth.

Kim couldn’t help rubbing in her victory with some gloating
transmitted text.

746 <ah that’s it teach>
772 <wrap those thick lips around my nipples>
775 <does it make you hot knowing your pet has her tongue up my>

“Fuck!” Kim thought, mildly panicked. “Which code was for ‘ass’
and which was for ‘pussy?’”  She wracked her brain for the
mnemonic … they were both single words, so the codes were in the
300s … She was sure it was either 368 or 369.

“69 … I must have assigned 3-69 as ‘pussy!’” she thought,
exultantly, keying in the other number.

368  <ass>

She smiled as the professor burned with humiliation, but was
helpless to protest.  “Maybe some thoughts from Annette will
cheer her up,” Kim thought, keying the remote.

305 [oh]
214 [this is so good]

While Kim loved thinking about the humiliation Annette must be
experiencing, forced to tongue the young Korean’s asshole, she
wanted to sadistically inflict even more pain and humiliation. It
was time to get the little ‘toy’ from her workstation drawer.

But she didn’t want the white girl’s face to get “lonely.”  A few
well-chosen macros should fix that …

408 [i want to eat]
322 [black]
369 [pussy]

There! Let Felicia take her place, straddling the white girl’s
slutty mouth.  Now to make sure the professor didn’t intervene
during the coming escalation …  “I have to convince Felicia that
Annette really *wants* it!” she thought, transmitting another
line of text.

440 [i want kim to give me the fucking I so richly deserve]

The Oriental dominatrix watched the black woman’s reactions as
she continued to straddle the white girl’s face, keeping her ass
cheeks spread wide to allow Annette’s hungry tongue full access.
Felicia must be dying with unrequited lust by now!  “I’ll signal
that I’m ready to share,” Kim thought, typing carefully.

770 <this is nice>
771 <but im ready for more>

“How about it, Professor,” the dominant Asian girl smiled. “Ready
to have this little white slut eat your nasty black pussy?” She
knew she shouldn’t be so insulting, but she couldn’t help
leveraging her advantage. The professor stifled a retort, but
silently rose to change places, straddling the white girl’s face
with her long, dark legs.

“That’s right, Felicia,” Kim thought, “you finally get to live
your fantasy: Sitting on your pretty Caucasian lab assistant’s
face. I’ll let you enjoy it, mostly to keep you too distracted to
stop what I’m about to do.”  Kim quickly keyed in a series of
macros she’d memorized.

507 [oh yes]
212 this is heaven]
431 [don’t just sit there]
453 [smother me]
409 [make me eat your]
369 [pussy]

The pretty Asian girl grinned as she watched the black woman
lower her full weight onto the white girl’s face. “Lick me,”
Felicia ordered. “Eat my pussy or I’ll fucking kill you.”  Kim’s
eyes widened in surprise. “My but you’re getting aggressive,
prof!” she laughed to herself. “You may qualify as a real
‘predatory lesbian,’ yet!

“Felicia deserves a response,” she thought, keying what was
becoming a favorite code.

501 [oh fuck yes]

Judging by the way the professor began rocking back and forth,
the arrogant white girl must have given in and actually started
servicing her. The Korean girl smiled. “I guess after tonguing
another woman’s asshole, eating pussy is no great stretch,” she
thought.

Kim bounced over to her workstation and pulled out an immense
strap-on dildo from the bottom drawer. It was as thick as a beer
can and almost as long as a person’s arm! She could see Felicia’s
shocked expression, but she didn’t care. If the professor tried
to stop her, she’d find Annette ‘begging’ for it.

The Asian dominatrix strapped the monstrosity on and positioned
herself between the white girl’s legs.

“Raise your ass so she can hear me,” Kim ordered the professor,
lubing up the thick rubber weapon as she spoke. Obviously burning
with resentment, the professor complied, reluctantly lifting her
crotch to reveal the subdued white girl, eyes closed and tongue
extended, her face smeared with pussy juice.

Slowly, Annette opened her blue eyes.

Kim grinned evilly, slowly stroking the huge, greased dildo
strapped to her pelvis.

“I wanted you to see this, Annette,” she told the horrified
brunette. “I wanted you to know that *you* were the one who was
going to get fucked and that *I* was going to be the one fucking
you.”

Just like I warned you, earlier, she mentally added.

The white girl shook her head in horror and tried to squirmed
away, but the black woman kneeling on her upper arms prevented
that. The cruel Asian girl slowly rubbed the enormous cockhead
against the brunette’s quivering hole.

“Did I let my vengeance get the better of my judgment,” Kim
wondered, eyeing the imposing girth of the strap-on. “Can I
really stuff this beast up her cunt?”

She slowly smiled.

Only one way to find out!

Expertly, Kim slid the tip of the huge rubber dildo between the
brunette’s glistening pussy lips. The white girl’s pussy was
slightly moist, but not enough. “You *did* like us sitting on
your face, didn’t you, ‘straight girl!’ Still, it was a good
thing I was prepared enough to have brought lube!” Kim
congratulated herself, trying to brush some of the thing hanging
strands of gel back onto the dildo.

The Asian girl slowly wriggled and positioned the huge cock,
pressing it harder and harder against the white girl’s dark
triangle.

With a grunt, she thrust through the resistance of the white
girl’s tight hole, burying the entire fist-sized cockhead into
the brunette’s pussy.  With lube-slimed fingers, she keyed a
now-familiar response for the white girl

501 [oh fuck yes]

Annette’s blue eyes bugged out at this violation and she gave a
strangled cry halfway between a scream and a gurgle.  “Allow me
to translate,” Kim thought, sarcastically triumphant and keying
codes.

507 [oh yes]
212 this is heaven]

“And what’s with Felicia raising herself off the bitch’s face?”
the pretty dominatrix thought. “She’s so entranced by the rape
that she’s forgetting to contribute!”  Kim quickly keyed more
codes.

431 [don’t just sit there]
453 [smother me]
409 [make me eat your]
369 [pussy]

Clearly hypnotized by the lesbian domination, Felicia did as she
was prompted and slowly lowered herself back down onto the white
girl’s face.

501 [oh fuck yes]
212 [this is heaven]

This time, the aroused black dominatrix didn’t even wait for the
white girl to start licking. Beside herself with lust, she rubbed
herself savagely on the brunette’s pretty, pale face.  Kim licked
her lips as she watched. She decided to perk up the double-team
rape with some periodic ‘thoughts’ of appreciation from the
pinned guest of honor.

212 [this is heaven]

Kim gave a final push, driving the thick dildo’s head past the
brunette’s stretched cunt lips and deep into the white girl’s
helpless pussy. The Asian girl began pistoning her pelvis,
driving the rubber cock deeper with each thrust.

507 [oh yes]

With a cry of triumph, the beautiful Korean girl slammed the
strap-on all the way into the pinned white girl, smashing their
dark-furred mounds together. Kim felt the ravaged brunette’s body
stiffen under the assault, her long white legs wrapping
helplessly around the Asian girl’s beautiful golden ass.

501 [oh fuck yes]

Kim began fucking her in earnest, spearing the huge dildo deeply
into the white girl’s vulnerable cunt, again and again.

“How do you like it, bitch?” the beautiful Asian snarled, as she
continued to dildo rape the pinned white girl. “Who’s the better
woman now, huh, bitch? Who’s fucking who, huh, white girl?”

Kim was ready with Annette’s answer:

880 [you are]
881 [youre better in every way]
882 [im only worthy to kiss your beautiful ass]

The black dominatrix was so turned on that she was shaking.
Without warning, she climaxed, still straddling the white girl’s
face. Kim was startled when the black beauty reached over and
grabbed the pretty Asian girl, who momentarily forgot to keep
fucking the pinned white girl. The black woman kissed Kim
savagely as she continued to ride the white girl’s face. Rising
to the challenge, Kim kissed her back, just as savagely. Consumed
with lust, each vied for dominance, reveling in the struggle.

The white girl, however, had stopped struggling.

Part of Kim panicked: If Annette passed out, Felicia might regain
enough of her faculties to stop, out of concern for her lab
assistant pet.  She quickly texted her pre-set ‘climax macro’:

000 [ohhhhhhhhhh]

Completely turned on and now intent on topping the beautiful
black professor, Kim broke their kiss and pulled out of the dying
white girl. The huge dildo made a loud >plop< noise as it pulled
free from the girl’s body.  Quickly rising to her feet, Kim stood
in front of the squatting black woman and thrust the glistening
dildo against the professor’s lips.

“Suck me, slut!” the young Asian dominatrix commanded.

Felicia slapped the slimy appendage away.

“Fuck you, Kim,” she snarled. “I’m not some submissive you can
force to suck fake cock!”

The aroused Korean’s pussy would no longer be denied. Moving the
strap-on out of the way, the thoroughly aroused Asian dominant
forced the professor’s face between her golden thighs and into
her neatly-trimmed muff.

“Maybe you’re some submissive I can force to eat real pussy,” Kim
purred, grinding herself against the black woman’s face. To
forestall the other dominant’s rejection, Kim re-keyed Annette’s
climax script.

000 [ohhhhhhhhhh]

Felicia continued to struggle to extricate her face from the
Korean dominatrix’s steamy pussy. Kim had a firm grip on the
black woman’s head, and forced the professor’s body down,
telegraphing that pressure to the professor’s pelvis … and onto
the motionless white girl.

“I’ll dominate you both, at once!” she purred to herself.

Felicia seemed to go crazy, struggling to break free. “What the
hell,” Kim wondered, her frustration growing. Why couldn’t the
black bitch just take it like a submissive?!?

The Korean dominatrix knew that she, herself, would fight
insanely to keep from being dominated – she was too hard-wired to
accept any role other than dominatrix. Was Felicia really that
much of a domme, too?

She glanced at the motionless white girl, whose head was still
straddled by the beautiful black woman’s legs. With sudden
insight, she realized why the professor had suddenly became so
resistant.

“Man, I forgot all about Annette!” Kim thought. “Was the bitch
still alive?!?  She’d been pussy-smothered for the longest time!”
 Kim assumed that the bitch had been smothered.  After all, that
had been the plan. But unfortunately, the beautiful black
professor was becoming too distracted to be dominated.

That wasn’t part of the plan.

“Maybe a little reassurance from Annette …?” Kim thought,
pressing the REPEAT key.

REPEAT [ohhhhhhhhhh]

The professor immediately ceased struggling.

“That did it!” Kim smiled. Unable to break free, and no longer
anxious about her white pet’s condition, Felicia finally
surrendered and began licking the insistent Korean’s pussy. Kim
was close to climax and accidentally pressed the REPEAT key.

REPEAT [ohhhhhhhhhh]

The beautiful black woman didn’t have to lick for long. Kim was
wracked with unimaginable ecstasy. She’d killed her rival. She
had her beautiful bitch of a professor, on her knees, eating her
pussy. Her plan had worked perfectly!  Everything had come
together roughly as expected.

She grabbed Felicia’s head and almost ripped her hair out as she
came.

“I won,” she thought, as her body shuddered with pleasure. “I
beat you both.”

A long, loud, animal cry of unmitigated bliss rushed from her
throat as she kept the professor’s face firmly pressed into her
crotch, fucking the woman’s reluctant face until the waves of
pleasure subsided.

Finally sated, she placed one foot on Felicia’s shoulder and
kicked the kneeling black woman away.

The professor fumed and ground her teeth, but gathered her wits
enough to roll off the unmoving brunette. Panting and wiping cunt
juice from the white girl’s face, Felicia began gently slapping
her and calling to her. When she got no response, she put a
finger to Annette’s neck, to check for a pulse.

“Oh damn!” the panicked black woman cried, starting to administer
CPR. “Kim, help me! Annette isn’t breathing.

The Korean dominatrix almost laughed. So … Annette was dead.
Smothered to death under her protector’s dripping snatch!
Vengeance with an ironic twist … who could ask for more?

Kim looked at the remote and sighed. The game was over, now. The
only thing left to do was to reveal the deception, provide the
realization that Felicia had killed her own pet – in a most
humiliating fashion – and then watch the black domme’s mind snap
as she suffered a complete breakdown.

Kim would then pick up the pieces by enslaving the broken woman
and making the black beauty her personal sex toy.

Grinning maliciously, she pressed the REPEAT key.

REPEAT [ohhhhhhhhhh]

The professor jerked upright, stopping her CPR chest
compressions. “The stupid bitch actually thinks Annette is
alive!” Kim marveled. She watched Felicia check for a pulse again
and almost laughed out loud when the professor sat heavily back
on her heels, tears of confusion, fear, and frustration running
down her dark cheeks.

It was time for the denouement …

999 [you’ve killed me mistress]

Kim could actually *see* tiny beads of sweat form across
Felicia’s toned, dark shoulders and back.  The merciless Korean
girl keyed in the final macro of her trap.

998 [youve force me into the ultimate domination]

“Annette!” the stricken professor whispered.  She checked again
for a pulse. She checked for breathing.

Nothing.

She sat heavily, looking at Kim, imploringly.

The beautiful Asian girl smiled in victory. Hadn’t this bitch
figured it out, yet? How obvious did she have to make it? Kim
casually keyed in the full macro, slowly, so Felicia could watch.

000 [ohhhhhhhhhh]

“Kim!” the professor shouted. “This is no time to be …”  She
stopped, obviously seeing the transmitted text.

Horrified realization seemed to *finally* hit.

“You!” the beautiful, nude, black woman croaked. “It was you
texting those messages to the CEFS!”

Kim nodded. “That’s right, Felicia,” she smirked. “Your precious
CEFS *never* worked. It was a stupid idea, to begin with. But I
used it to … right a few wrongs.”

The professor stared numbly at the dead white girl.

“I told you the truth when I said I mounted a camera and
microphone on the helmet,” Kim continued. “What I didn’t tell you
was that I routed the communication to this little remote device
I made.” She held up the remote she’d been using.

“The ‘thoughts’ you believed you were picking up? Just some
simple macros I pre-programmed … I enter a three-digit number and
whatever text I had assigned to that number is displayed on your
visor.” The pretty Asian laughed. “I can’t believe you fell for
it,” she said, unbuckling the slick, massive strap-on and tossing
it aside.

“But you were so hot for that little white slut, Annette, that
you couldn’t see anything else!” she growled, resentfully. “It
was *my* work that furthered all of our key research! It was *my*
work that kept this lab running. But because I wouldn’t be your
nice, quiet, interracial fuck-toy, you kept me back, showering
all your attention on the girl you thought you had the best
chance of sexually dominating.”

The Asian dominatrix smiled as she watched the professor struggle
with these revelations. Tears welled up in Felicia’s eyes.

“There she goes,” Kim thought, smiling even more broadly. “This
is it! The arrogant slut is starting her breakdown. I am a
fucking genius!“

“You see, it’s all your fault,” Kim continued, casually beginning
to pace. “YOU are the one who killed Annette – with your nasty,
black pussy! “ Kim stopped and laughed. “You fucking
*pussy-smothered* the little bitch! God, what a *humiliating* way
to go … smothered under another woman’s nasty, wet pussy! “

She regarded the weeping black woman. “You actually cared for
her, didn’t you!?” she murmured. The admission infuriated her.
But this total control over the nude black beauty … dominance
over mind, as well as body …

The young Korean dominant felt herself getting wet again.

“You thought you were so smart,” Kim laughed, turning her back on
the quivering woman. “You thought you’d just have your pick of
fuck toys and never have to face any consequences. You thought
you could subjugate *me*! And when you realized you couldn’t, you
fucked up my career and tried to fuck my rival. You thought you
were so smart.”  She didn’t bother facing the beaten professor.

“You thought you were smarter than *me*!” she scoffed. “I can’t
believe that you have a PhD and you still fell for it, you stupid
cunt,” Kim laughed. “And I still can’t believe you actually
pussy-smothered the girl you  …”

She was cut off by a strong arm that wrapped tightly around her 
neck, from behind.  Startled, Kim clawed at the arm, but was
unable to pry it loose. Her flailing hands tore at the her
assailant’s head, breaking two nails. She heard a >pop< sound and
felt a jolt on her fingertips. The chokehold from behind
tightened.

“Oh fuck!” Kim thought. “She jumped me!”

“It’s not going to work, Kim” Felicia snapped. “I know all of
your little mind tricks!” The Korean girl felt something slick …
massive … cold … slide threateningly between her ass cheeks.

The big strap-on!

“Can’t … breathe,” Kim gasped to herself. “Gotta get away … that
black bitch is trying to jam that fucking strap-on up my ass!”

Her assailant, still pinning her from behind, paused. The pretty
Asian tried to take advantage and kick free, but was
unsuccessful. How had Felicia recovered? Why wasn’t she a
mindless bowl of quivering jelly?!  After all, she had just
realized she had killed her own beloved ‘teacher’s pet!’

“I should have fucking offed you after I made you eat me!,” Kim
thought, ruefully.

Felicia froze, but maintained her iron grip around the pretty
Asian’s throat.

Kim jumped as she felt the dildo head push insistently against
her tightly clenched pussy.

“Oh fuck!,” she thought, in panic. “That thing’s too big! It will
rip me apart! I can’t let her push that fucker into me!”

The professor tightened her hold, forcing Kim’s throat into the
crook of her arm.  Lights began flashing before the pretty
Asian’s eyes.

“Passing out …,” she realized. “Can’t … hold.  Darkness engulfed
her and she lost consciousness.

* * * * *

She became aware of an intense pressure between her legs and up
into her gut, so intense that it threatened to displace her
internal organs.

“Uuuugh!” Kim moaned, starting to come to.

“Holy fuck, that hurts,” were her first thoughts, as she tried to
clear her head. Pressure and pain bloomed through her
over-stuffed pelvis.

“What the … ?!?” Panic welled up inside her, as realization hit.
“Oh shit!  She’s got that dildo wedged in my pussy!  Gotta keep
it out!”  But it was far too late to deny entry.

The dark arm around her throat levered the pretty Korean girl’s
head up, so she was forced to look straight ahead … into the big
wall mirror.

There, she could see her reflection: A pretty naked Asian girl
being held tightly in a chokehold by an attractive nude black
woman.

That damned Felicia!

Both were on their knees. Between their widespread knees, the
curve of the monstrous dildo shaft could be seen, its massive
head wedged deeply into the Asian girl’s trembling pussy.

“Nice view, huh?” the professor whispered in her lab assistant’s
ear. Felicia’s hold on her throat was be too tight to allow a
response.

“Fuck you!” Kim lashed out, in her mind.

“No,” the black woman snarled. “Fuck *you*!” With a rough shove
of her pelvis, she pushed the mammoth rubber cock further up the
Korean girl’s tight hole.

Kim’s groaned and clenched her eyes shut at the invasion. But her
eyes immediately snapped open with fright.

“She … she answered me!” Kim thought, feeling herself break out
in a sweat. “How is that possible?!?”

In the mirror, she saw Felicia smile cruelly.

“Because I can tell what you’re thinking, bitch,” she whispered,
harshly.

A stab of fear flashed through the pretty Asian.

“That’s impossible!,” Kim thought, wildly. “She’s bluffing. She
has to be!”

She saw the professor smiled. “I’m not bluffing.”

A feeling of stark terror washed over her. Felicia tightened her
chokehold again. The pretty Asian felt her eyes fluttered shut
and she passed out again.

* * * * *

Kim groaned as she came to, her breasts mashed up against some
cold, hard surface.

“Where …?” She stopped, trying to figure out where she was and
why she couldn’t move.

She discovered that she had been bound, positioned on her knees,
lying face down, tits against the floor and bare ass in the air.
Her hands had been pulled between her wide-stretched legs and
tied to her ankles.

She opened her eyes. She was, indeed, tied up and kneeling/lying
on the concrete floor, facing the big mirror. The professor
tugged at Kim’s bonds and then slipped something over Kim’s head.


The CEFS!

The Korean girl was confused. Why had Felicia given up such an
advantage?

“Now *I* have the advantage,” Kim thought, feeling her confidence
growing.

Looking through the dark visor, Kim could see the beautiful black
dominatrix kneeling behind the bound girl’s upturned ass. She
felt Felicia gently rubbing the massive rubber cockhead against
her tight, fear-puckered sphincter.  “At least that mammoth
fucker isn’t inside me anymore,” she thought.

Still, the threat of anal rape still hovered unpleasantly.

The Korean girl examined her reflection. She didn’t like the
vulnerable position she’d been put into. Looking in the mirror,
with her eyes covered by the visor, she noticed that she had a
certain sensual, implacable, futuristic look.

Still, she wished the positions were reversed.

“What … what are you going to do to me?” Kim demanded, defiantly.

In the mirror, she saw Felicia smile.

Lying with her tits on the hard, cold floor and her ass in the
air, the Asian dominatrix saw purple text begin to scroll inside
the visor display. “What the  …?” Kim wondered. “What was this
text? Felicia’s thoughts?”

She began reading.

Kim’s head shot up and her body stiffened in fear.

The … the things she was reading … !  Sexual subjugation and
degradation so *extreme* … so utterly humiliating … it was
unthinkable that it could come from another human being’s mind! 
This far outstripped anything Kim had ever conceived, even at her
most kinky and sadistic!

Line by unrelenting line, she could not stop herself from reading
what the beautiful black dominatrix intended to do to her over
the coming days.

Weeks.

Months.

Years.

The horrified Korean girl began screaming.

Her mind snapped, in self defense. But it was too late. She had
seen what was in store for her.

The terrible purple text continued to scroll past her unseeing,
horror-stricken eyes.

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Author’s Note: Think you understand the whole story? Read “I Know
What You’re Thinking,” (POVs 1 & 2) for the story from Annette
Fielding’s and Dr Sappras’ points of view!
