Annie and Julie (FF/F, rape)
by Philip Harris

Annie watched the spread-tied girl's narrow hips thrash as 
the young victim tried futilely to kick her legs free.  Her 
open-legged struggle caused her pussy to "dance" above the 
bed delightfully.  Annie reached out and grabbed a thatch 
of the girl's pubic hair, pulling her upward by it until 
the girl tore her hips away.   

Meanwhile Julie pinned the girl's shoulders down and buried 
her face in the girl's left breast, sucking voraciously as 
if she could force milk from it.  Her free hand plucked the 
girl's right nipple upward, and then slapped beneath the 
breast several times to make it jiggle.

Annie, her eyes shinning as she watched the girl's jerking 
pussy, undressed herself in delicious anticipation.  She 
rubbed the fingers of her right hand in the juiciness 
between her own legs, as her left hand forced the helpless 
girl's hips down to the mattress.  Her right hand then 
spread the girl's pussy open and began rubbing rapidly up 
and down within the helpless vagina.  Annie was forceful, 
determined to make the girl to cum instead of allowing her 
to withhold herself.

Her mouth muffled by a gag and covered with tape, the 
helpless girl could only moan "Mmm!  Mmm!  Mmm," in 
panicked frustration while Julie's mouth made deliberately 
loud sucking sounds on the girl's nipples.  

"Be good, be good, be good," Annie said, stroking coaxingly 
between the girl's legs, speaking mostly to hear all three 
of them making sex sounds together.  She pressed her 
fingertips on the girl's clit, knowing that her insistent 
rubbing was causing the girl both discomfort and 
compulsion.  "I'm going to make you cum," she said, 
speaking at the girl's pussy.

Five minutes of vigorous but experienced effort brought the 
girl to orgasm, her resistance suddenly ending and her body 
yielding to climactic spasm, her moans becoming louder, and 
then silenced.  Annie yelped and shrieked with delight, and 
continued her persuasion until she'd forced several more 
orgasms from the girl.  

As cum juice flowed freely from between the girl's now-
quiet legs, Annie and Julie looked at one another across 
their victim's body and grinned with delighted victory.  
Annie held her hand before Julie to show its wetness; Julie 
took Annie's hand and licked her fingers lovingly.  The two 
women embraced and made love while lying naked on top of 
their captive girl.  Julie moaned, "I love you, I love 
you," and Annie yelped and screamed in ecstatic orgasm 
while the girl cried quietly beneath them.

Julie had been so timid when they'd first met.  She was 
married then--still was, technically--but her sex life with 
her husband had become non-existent.  She'd played around 
with a few men, but found that she lost interest in each of 
them quickly.  Then, without any prior experience with 
other women, she'd been adventurous and answered Annie's 
Internet Personals ad:

Fem master for sub Fem.  28-yo fem, fit, brown hair and 
eyes, seeks soft little obedient sex slave who simply can't 
give herself enough pleasure alone.  

Upon their first meeting Annie made Julie prove herself, 
having her masturbate to climax repeatedly and then beg 
Annie for sex between times.  

Julie fell deeply in love with Annie, and soon learned that 
Annie's passion lay in Julie's unquenchable compliance.  
Keeping Annie's love depended upon Julie cumming whenever 
asked, as often and for as long as Annie desired.  The 
demand for her sexual availability helped Julie feel 
completed as a woman.  From then on few hours went by 
during any day without Annie calling Julie's cell phone to 
listen to her be good.  

Within a month Julie had left her husband and moved in with 
Annie, to willingly spend her life with her fingers almost 
constantly between her legs.

Annie was an artist who worked at home, drawing 
illustrations for lesbian publications.  She made Julie 
quit her job in order to be available all day long and to 
be a muse for Annie's artwork.  Together their life was 
very happy.  Julie had constant sex, often given with her 
own fingers, but always for Annie's loving appreciation.  
She was forbidden to masturbate without Annie there to see 
her, and soon any prolonged absence by Annie became 
tortured frustration for Julie.  

When Annie repaid Julie by giving her pleasure it was 
heavenly.  Annie encouraged Julie to talk continually 
during sex, describing her feelings of arousal and sharing 
her fantasies and her most intimate secrets, which Annie 
learned to apply with expert skill.

Annie touch Julie's body often, almost constantly, and she 
loved being touched.  They slept in one another's arms each 
night, faces close enough to kiss, with a hand upon each 
other's breasts.  During sleep Julie's other hand lay 
cupped between her own legs, put there by Annie, who at any 
moment might awaken her with a touch that said it was time 
for Julie to be good again.

"Do you like this one?" Annie asked Julie one day after 
they'd been together for about a year.  Annie put a hand on 
Julie's shoulder, caressing her neck, and felt Julie's left 
breast as she showed her a drawing of two women whipping a 
third, who appeared to be unwillingly dildoing herself.

"Ooh, that's exciting!" Julie answered.

"Show me that it excites you," Annie demanded.  

Annie led Julie into their bedroom, where their much-used 
daytime "sex sheets" were already spread to protect the 
bed.  Julie removed her nightie, which was her daywear at 
home when Annie was around.  Lying down upon the bed, she 
took a medium-sized vibrator, spread her legs open toward 
Annie, and began coaxing herself.  

Annie removed her artist smock and other clothes and 
caressed Julie's pretty nipples, saying nothing as she 
listened to the slender blonde's breathing quicken into 
moans, accompanied by her usual quiet narrative, "Oh I love 
it just like this; just kissing my clit, just the tip 
entering my pussy and pressing upward . . . ."

Annie made Julie play for a long while, kissing and 
caressing her, watching her while she moaned in desperation 
and plaintively cooed "Please, please, please."  Annie 
touched and held Julie, smiling lovingly as she looked at 
her, but this time she did nothing to aid Julie's acts.  
She was in one of her like-to-watch moods.  Julie was deep 
in passion and desperation when Annie finally let her cum.

"I love you, I love you, I love you!"  Annie taught Julie 
to say that when she came, instead of simply moaning or 
saying oh god.

"Where you thinking about the drawing?" Annie asked 
afterward, one finger slowly teasing within Julie's pussy.

"Uh, huh," Julie said, indicating yes as she touched 
Annie's nipples, reassured to find them as aroused as they 
appeared to be.  Julie wanted desperately to please Annie 
and be loved by her.  She lay back and closed her eyes as 
Annie brought her to a second, most excellent climax.

Annie kissed Julie's sweet lips, and then kissed her way 
down Julie's body, swinging her legs over Julie's face.  
Annie was much harder to bring off than Julie was.  She 
moaned appreciatively for long minutes, and then began 
yelping, biting fiercely within Julie's left thigh and 
leaving red marks.  The harder she bit the more delightedly 
she yelped, but eventually she quieted, and then snuggled 
her head against Julie's loins peacefully.

"You didn't cum this time, did you?" Julie asked 
afterwards.

"You know it's not easy for me, " Annie apologized, "unless 
I'm really aroused.  I'm so envious of what you can do."

She kissed Julie right on her clit, which was Julie's 
favorite thing and a rarely-bestowed treat.

"You can use me as much as you like," Julie offered.  "I 
love you Annie, and you can use my body however you need 
to."  

She knew that Annie sometimes had to hurt her in order to 
orgasm.  Julie's body showed a few lash and rope burns, 
small love marks that would eventually heal.  Lately Annie 
needed to be rougher in order to cum.

Annie kissed Julie lips, excusing herself, saying, "I love 
you very much Julie.  I've go to go finish some artwork."

Over the next week Annie showed Julie more artwork 
depicting two women torturing a third.  One picture showed 
a woman hanging from the ceiling by her long hair, her 
fingers frantically masturbating between her forced-apart 
legs as she dangled inches above the cruel point of a 
spear.  

"I love cumming for you," Julie said, after looking at the 
drawing for a while.  "I want to always be the one to do it 
for you."

"Nobody could do it better than you," Annie said, kissing 
her.  They had sex again, leaving Julie with fresh bruises, 
but Annie held herself back and again she didn't orgasm.

Annie's next sketch showed a woman fastened spread-eagle 
upon a wall, with pins through her nipples and chords on 
the pins that held her heavy breasts up against their own 
weight.  A candle was inserted into her vagina, the flame 
burning inexorably upward toward her, while two girls, 
ignoring her plight, had passionate sex on the floor before 
her.

"Does she ever get off the wall?" Julie asked?

"If she agrees to join them," Annie replied.

"Is this for your job, to illustrate a story?" 

"No, it's just some ideas I've been having," Annie said.

"I wouldn't want the girl to have a bigger chest than me," 
Julie said.  She started to feel her own chest.

"I love your beautiful chest," Annie told her, and they 
retired to the bedroom again.

The next sketch was of a younger, twenty-ish girl, her 
breasts smallish and firm with youth.  She was tied to a 
bed, crying and fatigued.  Her thighs and the sheets 
beneath her were soaked, and still a slender blonde woman 
dildoed the girl insistently.  A darker-haired woman knelt 
on the bed and masturbated as she watched.

"I like this picture very much," Julie said, after studying 
it carefully.  "Do you think the brown haired woman would 
cum if she saw the girl being raped by the blonde?"

"Oh, yes!" Annie said, "she'd have wonderful cums.  She 
wants to see her lover being cruel to a sub-slave."  

"This is very arousing," Julie said, looking at the drawing 
again, "Yes, I like it.  How do you think the girl got 
lured into it?"

"Let's see what ideas you can come up with," Annie 
suggested.  

They went into the bedroom together, and shortly afterward 
Julie's sex-breathy voice could be heard speaking in gasps 
while Annie coaxed, "Good, good; keep coming with the 
ideas.  What would we do after that?"

-end-

More stories by Philip Harris can be found on 
http://www.asstr.org/~pharris/.

