In this chapter we return to Cheryl's young roomate Cindy Mathews and pick up where we left off at the end of Chapter One "And So it Begins".
For those of you who have previously read this chapter hopefully you will be pleasantly surprised. What follows is a substantially rewritten chapter which I believe is a much improved version of the original story. Hope you agree.
Cindy slowly opened her eyes as the first rays of the new morning sun touched the curtains of her apartment.
The young farm girl had seen many sunrises in her life. On a farm, the day started early, very early. Of course, very few of those days had still found her in bed at dawns first light.
I've slept in, thought the young blond as she stretched her arms and sighed. I haven't done that in ages. I must be getting lazy.
Lazy wasn't a word that was often associated with Cindy but she had to admit that she felt wonderfully relaxed and satisfied this morning. It was if she had experienced an especially wonderful dream which even now was wafting away into the ether.
Still, there was something not quite right, something out of place that Cindy could not quite understand until she felt the air pass gently over her naked skin. With shock, Cindy realized that she was on top of her covers and absolutely, completely naked.
Quickly shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, she hurriedly pulled the covers up around her and quickly looked around the room. She was, thankfully, alone.
This was very strange. Cindy never allowed herself to sleep in the nude and the thought of letting another person, even another woman see her naked, was completely repelling to her. She couldn't remember the last time she had done anything like this, even at home. It was just ... well ... wrong.
At least her shame would be private. Both of her roommates, Tiffany and Cheryl, were nowhere to be seen.
Tiffany was probably at another of her all night parties. The tall statuesque blond was a socialite and a party animal, rarely spending a night in the small cramped apartment. The daughter of a wealthy family, Tiffany was beautiful, snobbish and completely upper crust. With her father's money to support her; she was used to living the high life. Why she hadn't rented a posh apartment somewhere was beyond Cindy's imagination.
In contrast, Cheryl was as down to earth as Tiffany thought she was above it. When Cindy had arrived in D.C. the older brunette had taken her under her wing and the two had become good friends.
Groggily, Cindy continued to look around the room and was surprised to see her clothes scattered over the floor or draped haphazardly over the apartment's meager furniture. Some items were on the work desk and a couple of articles were actually across the room on Cheryl's bed.
Now how had they gotten there?
This was all very strange. Cindy always put her clothes away neatly and properly folded and she never went to bed without a nightshirt.
What had happened here last night?
Briefly, an image of soft hands pressed against her cool flesh rippled through her mind, but she quickly ejected these strange foreign thoughts. Why was she thinking like this?!
Ok, she remembered that she had been studying over at the desk last night. Her books and notes were still there, as if she had been interrupted and had neglected to put them away.
That's when she noted the jewelry.
Oh yes! That's right; Cheryl had brought home some jewelry from the museum. They were discards of some type, historical forgeries if she remembered correctly.
Cindy slowly got out of bed and went over to the desk and casually examined to pieces lying on the table. The workmanship was both exquisite and unique, being done in a type of captivating silver weave. In fact, the metal was so lustrous that it seemed to glow with its own hidden fire, a fire just waiting to be discovered.
Although Cindy did not normally wear jewelry (it was immodest and proud) Cindy did appreciate its beauty and was always eager to examine a new style or especially intriguing piece. Immediately, Cindy's eyes were drawn to a set of exquisite sliver ear rings.
Casually, she reached over and picked them up. After all, Cheryl wouldn't mind if she just looked, would she?
They, like the rest of the collection, were fashioned with the same fascinating intricate weave. It really was unlike anything Cindy had ever seen before. In fact, they were quite possibly the most beautiful things Cindy had ever seen.
For once in her life Cindy ignored that little voice in the back of her head that had always told her when she entering into forbidden territory. After all, what could possibly be wrong? She just had to see how these exquisite ear rings would look on her and if Cheryl were here, Cindy was sure that the older girl wouldn't hesitate to let her try.
Experimentally, Cindy placed the earrings against the lobe of each ear and glanced at herself in the mirror. What she saw took her breath away.
The ear rings were absolutely stunning. Even without being actually attached to her ears, they almost seemed to glow in the early morning light and lent their radiance to her entire body. It was almost like she was looking at a different person. A beautiful attractive woman staring at her naked body in the mirror.
Cindy was momentarily stunned by her presumption. This was nearly sinful. Here she was, standing in the middle of the room, stark naked, gawking at herself like some kind of hormone addled boy. What if somebody walked in and saw her? Even so, she had to admit that she liked what she saw.
While only of moderate height, she was trim and well muscled. While her breasts were not overly large, neither was she flat chested and her breasts had a perky quality to them. Her short sun bleached blond hair framed her pixie like face in a complementary way and the ear rings sparkling in the early morning light seemed to bathe her face in a warm glow. She felt a little self conscious about just standing here admiring herself but the ear rings, Dear Lord, they're absolutely gorgeous!
Looking at the ear rings more closely, Cindy discovered that they were for pierced ears. While Cindy was an extremely virtuous girl, she had engaged in one minor teenage rebellion. She had gotten her ears pierced.
Of course, she had hid the fact from her parents, wearing the training studs only to school. Eventually she had become so embarrassed by her willful behavior that she had abandoned the whole project. The holes had probably grown over by now but, well, it was worth a try ...... no ...... she had to try.
Cautiously, Cindy removed the clasp from one of the ear rings and carefully pressed the pin into her ear. To Cindy's astonishment, the pin slipped smoothly into place. And when she attempted the same procedure on her other ear, it too slipped smoothly on with no resistance.
Cindy felt a small thrill run through her as she turned around and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was pleased to see that the ear rings looked even more stunning than she had originally thought. They truly were works of art.
Unfortunately, Cindy was still no closer to remembering what had occurred the night before.
Frustrated with herself, Cindy began the morning tasks which would get her ready for work. She'd never experienced anything like this before, but she had a job to hold down at the Hamilton Inn and it wouldn't do to get fired for showing up late. After all, she would need her money next semester atBibleCollege.
So distracted had she become that Cindy didn't even remember to remove the ear rings. Nor did she notice as her hands lightly began to massage her virgin clit, something that Cindy had never done before in her life.
Tiffany Klien was in a bad mood. She'd just spent the night at a disappointing party and she was highly incensed. Who did those peasants think that they were? Didn't they know that she was a Klien? I mean a KLIEN?!!
The statuesque blond shook her head in disgust but she really should have known better.
After all, the Teffington's were barely on the A list here in DC. True, George Teffington's father might be a Congressman, that didn't mean that the family had any class. The caviar had been absolutely horrid and theChampagne, truly mediocre. And the guests they had invited, hardly a one which was worth a moment's notice. Certainly not the movers and shakers in upper society that George had promised.
Yes, Georgie was going to have to do better if he wanted to impress a Klien, and just to show him how displeased she had been, she'd had sex with the bartender instead. One of her better choices of the night, she had to admit. There was nothing like a firm hard cock to make one's night complete.
And now of course, the cruelest joke of all. She had to go back to the rat hole. Yes, her rat hole, of an apartment. Not a penthouse suite mind you, nor a luxury hotel room, but a squalid little hole that she shared with two ordinary, very ordinary women.
You see somewhere in the distant past; the Klien's had been just like everybody else ---- Poor.
It was family tradition that every Klien would spend a year living and working like an ordinary person. Accordingly, her father had arrange for her staff position at Senator Judith Robbin's office and forced, forced, Tiffany to take an apartment with a couple of ordinary women (boring cows was more like it) and hold a steady job. It was practically unbearable.
To make matters worse, Tiffany's roommates had no social standing at all. Imagine, she, Tiffany Klien, consigned to oblivion with a Smithsonian intern and, of all things, aBibleCollegestudent. It was enough to make one gag.
Well, there was no help for it. After all, Tiffany was a firm believer in the golden rule. He who has the gold, makes the rules and right now, that person was daddy. She'd get even some day of course, but not until she had the gold.
Tiffany swung her late model Honda Accord (oh where was her Mazzaratti?) into the parking garage and walked briskly to the apartment complex as if afraid that something might soil her blue silk evening dress. Not even valet parking she grumbled to herself.
Finally, she reached the apartment and approached the door. As she took out her keys she heard someone bustling about in the room.
Oh Damm, that meant that she would have to endure at least a few moments with one of the insipid cows, probably that horrid bible college brat. Oh well, she was a Klien, she would endure, but daddy would definitely pay for this someday. Tiffany unlocked the door and went in bracing herself for the inevitable encounter.
As expected, Tiffany instantly caught sight of the bible thumper, Cindy Mathews, getting ready for work. While Cindy spent most of her days studying at the National Cathedral, she also held a part time job at one of the downtown hotels, menial work like waiting tables or cleaning rooms.
With a small chuckle Tiffany realized that this was probably very good job training for the young teenager. She would probably spend a good deal of her time standing behind cash registers or changing someone else's bed in her undoubtedly long and useless life.
With disgust, Tiffany noted that there were clothes strewn haphazardly about the apartment which was rather odd, after all, the little bible brat was a neat freak. To Tiffany's surprise, Cindy was also wearing a stunning set of silver ear rings which were easily visible below her short cut honey blond hair.
I didn't know the little brat had any taste.
Tiffany frowned. It wasn't like her to think even the least bit favorably about a nobody like her attractive young roommate. Oh well, maybe I'm just a bit tired or perhaps a tad generous. After all, if it wasn't for people like Cindy, who would pump your gas?
Cindy heard Tiffany unlock the door and enter the room. While thankful that she was at least partially dressed, she had hoped to leave this morning before "princess" Tiff arrived. Encounters with her rich roommate were seldom pleasant and in her confused state of mind, Cindy was in no mood for such an unpleasant encounter.
Tiffany, as always, looked picture perfect, long legs, ample breasts, volumous light blond hair prepared just so. In fact, she looked like a royal princess in her blue silk evening gown and tasteful diamond jewelry, a stunningly attractive princess at that. And framed about her classically elegant face was a look of utter superiority and disdain.
Certainly the older blond could be called statuesque. Snobbish, rude, elitist and a number of other qualifiers that quickly sprang to Cindy's mind also applied. Perhaps she wasn't being charitable as a good Christian should, but somehow, that didn't seem to matter that much this morning.
Still Christian charity won out and, trying to be polite, she managed a weak smile and said "Good Morning Tiffany. Where were you at last night?"
Tiffany glared at Cindy as if outraged by the question. It was almost as if she had discovered something unmentionable stuck to the heel of her elegant high heeled shoes.
"What business do you think that is of yours you insipid little cow, and why is my room in such a mess!" the young debutant primly demanded. "You people have no understanding of the finer aspects of cleanliness or of proper decorum do you? Well, I have to get ready for work so I don't have time to educate you this morning, but I want my room cleaned up before I return this evening. Is that clear?"
Normally Cindy would have let such a remark roll off he back but today, for some reason, Cindy was shocked and angered by Tiffany's rude but not altogether unexpected reaction. All I said was Good Morning! The rage Cindy felt was definitely not Christian. She had already had a frustrating morning and she just wasn't in the most charitable mood.
"Tiffany, I was just trying to be polite." said the young blond with just a touch of irritation. "You could try that yourself every once in a while you know."
Tiffany looked at Cindy in utter shock and outrage. "Why you little strumpet" snapped the debutant. "I can be perfectly polite, but why waste the effort on someone such as you. You were nothing yesterday, you are nothing today and you will be nothing for the rest of your miserable life. You and your kind are destined to serve me and mine. Be polite to you, whatever for?"
"That's not true" said Cindy her anger rising in an unprecedented manner. "Just because we don't have a truckload of money or a famous name doesn't mean that we aren't important people. We all have value, just as much or maybe more than you do. You don't control things as much as you think you do!"
"Really," said Tiffany with a hint of danger in her voice. "Let me show you what power and control is all about you little worm. Your family are farmers, aren't they? What do you think would happen if all of the mills stopped buying your crops, the feed stores refused to sell you seed and the price of equipment tripled? What would happen if the state decided to build a highway right through your home's living room?"
"Do you know what it takes to make all of that happen? Money --- money and influence, a surprisingly small amount in fact. Why, I could reduce you to selling your body on the street in a matter of months if I wanted to. I could do it all tomorrow with nothing more than the amount in my checking account. Why don't we just use you as a test case and see how much control you little nobodies actually have?"
At first Cindy thought the older blonde was merely issuing empty threats, but looking in the angry blonde's eyes, Cindy could see that Tiffany was actually serious. Without a moment's hesitation, Tiffany would casually squash both Cindy and her entire family. She had to be stopped, but how?!
Unbidden, a series of images flashed crystal clear across her mind. She saw the elitist debutant overcome with lust, masturbating right in front of her and moaning with pleasure and more, much more.
Cindy was almost too shocked to respond but quickly brushed the image aside. But as soon as it had been banished another took its place until Cindy saw a string of images so lewd and bizarre that she could not, would not, fathom their meaning.
Cindy was aghast with herself for thinking such thoughts. How could she possible imagine such things, things that she had never seen or even heard of before? Thoughts such as these were liable to burn you in hell for all eternity, but somewhere deep inside, Cindy could feel a kernel of fear and rage which secretly desired to see this woman debase herself.
It would serve her right!!
Tiffany saw her threat hit home as her young roommate's face turned white with shock followed closely with a scarlet red. She hoped that the young farm girl had gotten the message. Yes, it would be delicious to ruin this insignificant tramp. It was a perk of privilege to be able to grind the little people under your feet and keep them in their place. To be honest, she rather enjoyed it.
She arrogantly turned her back on her enraged roommate and moved to her small corner of the tiny room to begin changing into her work clothes. Already her fertile but insidious mind was working on exactly how to accomplish her task. It really wouldn't be all that hard and with anticipation she realized that she could start this very morning.
But as she removed her shoes a strange but familiar sensation slowly began to creep over her.
It started as a faint tingle deep within her loins, arousing but unexpected. It was more like a faint itch which needed to be scratched than anything else but as it slowly spread to her chest, it became more maddeningly familiar.
With uncomprehending surprise, the young socialite felt her nipples begin to stiffen as her hands lightly brushed her legs to remove her silk stockings. Why was she feeling so strange?
In confusion the debutant looked over her shoulder at Cindy. If looks could kill, Tiffany was certain she would now be dead several times over but as she looked into those unusually hate filled eyes, an those sparkling silver ear rings, she saw something else as well.
An image, an image in her own mind began to form. At first it was unclear, like a picture slowly downloading on a computer but as she stared a Cindy in confusion, the image took shape with crystal clarity.
With a small gasp, Tiffany saw herself shamelessly finger fucking herself in front of her roommate, moaning in ecstasy.
With a slight shake of her head, the young heiress dismissed the offending image. What was wrong with her? Why would she possibly think of committing such a gravely repugnant act? It didn't make any sense.
Finally she decided it was a result of too much fun and too little sleep. Definitely something that could be easily corrected. If it only weren't for that annoying tingling feeling in her breasts and cunt.
Still, this was nothing she could not deal with. Apparently the bartender hadn't done as good a job of servicing her as she had first thought, that was all. Men were relatively useless creatures in any event and in a few moments these strange feelings would subside.
But as she reach back to undo her evening dress, she couldn't help but run her hands down the side of her thighs. The pure silk of the dress was exquisitely smooth under her hands, maddeningly sexual and arousing. It simply felt so very good.
Damm, this was totally unacceptable. Why was she getting so fucking aroused? It wasn't as if there were any reason for it. The only person here was Cindy and that was hardly a reason for excitement much less arousal.
Perhaps it was the idea of ruining the little bible thumper's life that had her going. Well, if it got bad enough perhaps she could to arrange a little tête-à-tête with one of the more attractive male staffers in the office over lunch today. Yes, that would take care of matters.
Reaching up to unclasp her dress her hands accidentally strayed and lightly brushed the tips of her breasts.
Tiffany almost collapsed as the unexpected waves of pleasure surged from her taut nipples through her body. Already she could feel her lower regions beginning to drip with arousal. Damm, why am I so horny?!
Immediately, a crystal clear picture of her fucking herself for Cindy's entertainment burst into her mind. Unbelievably, it had an erotic quality that nearly made the prim debutante cream her panties.
This was absurd. Why in the hell was this happening? Tiffany wasn't sure, but there was no denying that her arousal was growing and it was apparently not going to wait for breakfast, much less lunch. She was going to have to relieve herself, and soon.
With another shake of her head, she attempted to banish the offending image once again, but to her utter amazement, it wouldn't go away. Regardless of how hard she tried, she simply couldn't stop thinking about it.
Oh yes, it would feel so good to just give in, to lie on the bed and bring her body to the bliss and release it so desperately was calling for. She could almost feel her long fingers stroking her burning pussy now. But how could she do that with Cindy in the room? Somehow she was going to have to get rid of the brat.
"Don't you have some place to be?" snarled Tiffany "I want to be alone so you need to leave, right now!"
"Let me get this right." said Cindy in angry disbelief "You insult me, you threaten my family and now you want me to leave my OWN APARTMENT!? --NO-- not yet, this is MY apartment too and you can't just order me to leave whenever you feel like it. And where do you get off threatening my family? We've never hurt you, I've never hurt you so why?"
The sound of the young teen's angry voice sent additional shivers of pleasure flowing through Tiffany's disobedient body. It was almost as if the sound was in some way arousing her. Quite impossible of course. Even if Tiffany was attracted to other women, which she definitely was not, to be attracted to someone so far beneath her station would be unthinkable.
"Why?" snapped the statuesque blond. "Because I CAN!! I'm ordering you to leave this apartment immediately!!"
"I will not!! Why do you have to be so cruel?" responded the angry teen with obvious frustration. "All I said was good morning!"
Tiffany was feeling frustrated as well. The more she spoke with Cindy, the more aroused she became. Even now her fingers were straying dangerously close to her hot and tingling twat and soon, soon she would be helpless keep form thrusting deep into her throbbing pussy!! It would then become obvious to anyone who cared to look that she was fucking herself. And that stupid bible brat wouldn't leave!!
What could she do? The image in her mind was growing stronger, more urgent, more appealing by the second. She wanted to feel her fingers in her pussy, she wanted to feel the lust wash over her like a tidal wave and ... and .... and she wanted, NEEDED, OH GOD SHE NEEDED Cindy to see it all, All ALL!!!!
Without another moment's hesitation, Tiffany turned to face her roommate, hiked up her blue silk evening dress as she shamelessly plunged her fingers deep into her throbbing cunt in full view of the young teen. Oh SHIT it felt so fucking GOOD! Why does it feel so FUCKING GOOD!!!?
Cindy couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was as if the images in her mind had transformed themselves into reality as she watched her beautiful and classy roommate furiously begin to masturbate right in front of her eyes!!
This was ridiculous! The sight in front of her was exactly the same as the image that had intruded itself on her mind mere moments before. How was that possible?!!
"Dear God, what are you doing Tiffany?" said the young girl as her mouth hung open in shock and dismay. "Is this another of your sick jokes?! Please tell me it's just another one of your pranks!!"
"Oh ahhh oh shit ... damm ... You can just ... ahhhh .... go to hell .... you ... oh fuck Yesss ... you little tramp!!" snarled the lust enraptured woman. "Just leave me the hell ALONE!!"
This was getting way too weird for Cindy. Whatever was happening here she was now certain of one thing. She wanted no part of it , none at all!!
"Alright Tiffany, I'm going to leave now but don't think this ludicrous stunt of yours is going to gain you much. It is just a stunt, isn't it?"
Tiffany's eyes suddenly snapped open with a look a pure horror. "NO!! You can't go!! You have to stay!"
"What do you mean, I have to stay. You don't think for a minute that I enjoy watching you acting like a pervert do you? And besides, didn't you just order me out of the room?!"
"No you don't understand!" pleaded the young debutant miserably "You have to be here. You have to be watching me!"
"You are sick aren't you?! Why in the world do you need me to do that?"
"I DON'T KNOW!!!" Tiffany almost screamed as she continued to finger herself. "There's this picture in my head and I can't get it out!! It won't leave me alone and I just HAVE to do it and YOU HAVE TO BE WATCHING!!"
Tiffany's words stuck Cindy like hammer blows. She suddenly felt light headed and dizzy as the import of Tiffany's words sunk in. "images in your head?" she managed to whisper.
"YES!! But .... but ...... Oh, but everything is great, just perfect." cooed the statuesque blond, her entire body seeming to shiver in pleasure as her eager hands literally ripped apart her delicate silk panties. "Oh YES, YES it's sooo good!!"
NO! This couldn't be happening! thought Cindy. What could be so powerful as to induce someone to act like this? Instinctively Cindy knew the answer but it just wasn't possible! "NO, you're lying, you're LYING!! It's just another sick JOKE from an immoral PERVERT!! DO YOU HEAR ME!!! IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!!!"
Tiffany couldn't have agreed more. This was impossible. She was out of control and it frightened her.
Tiffany had always been in control. Even as a young girl she had lorded over servants who catered to her every whim. What she could not win, she could buy, friendship, companionship, everything and anything. In fact, Tiffany had always been in control of nearly every aspect of her life.
But now, now she seemed to have control over nothing. Her mind simply could not let go of the erotic images she was now acting out and her lust crazed body simply wouldn't obey her commands. All it wanted to do was to dig her fingers ever deeper into her cunt and furiously pinch her nipples. And just as importantly, she needed Cindy to see every motion, hear every moan of lust.
And Cindy, WHY of all the people in the world did it have to be her? All of this went far beyond mere embarrassment. Something like this could ruin her social standing, perhaps even cut her off from her trust fund. It could ruin her, but SHE COULDN'T CONTROL HERSELF!! WHY?!!
Tiffany had been many things during her life, but very rarely had she ever been frightened. She was frightened now. Worse, she had no idea what to do. To a person who had been in control all of her life, the situation was simply totally beyond the bounds of rational thought.
"Oh God, oh FUCK, Ahhhhh yeahhh, what's happening to ME?! OH SHIT, something is ohhh so very wrong. I don't know what's happening!!! I can't, ahhhhhh, control my body. It's like it has a mind of it's own and I, mmmmm, I can't stop thinking about it!!"
"What do you mean? What do you mean you can't control it? What is it you can't stop thinking about?!" asked Cindy with a touch of desperation in her voice. "Are you sick or on drugs or something?"
Tiffany was incensed by the question. "Why you impertinent little slut! How dare you insinuate anything of the sort! I .... I .... I oh GOD .... I .... I ...... Ahhhh .... I ....... "
Tiffany's mind began to whirl slightly as her fingers plunged ever more eagerly into her wet hot cunt. I seemed that the more she tried to fight with Cindy the hornier her body became. Just the thought of that sweet innocent little teen watching her bring herself off was so very intensely erotic. She just couldn't understand it but it was undeniably true.
She was so hot now, so very hot that one hand in her pussy just wasn't enough, she just had to have more. With a desperation born out of lust, her left hand dropped from her breasts and raced toward her cunt. Without any hesitation she ripped apart the remains of her expensive silk panties as if they were tissue and then began massaging her clit while desperately fucking her cunt with as many fingers as she could fit into her tight hole.
"No ... ohhhh ..... no SHIT I'm not on drugs ..... ahhhh ..... and I don't .....ohhhh ...... think I'm ...... ohhh yess ...... sick. How .... How ... Oh GOD ... HOW DARE YOU ASK ME THAT, YOU .... OH SHIT ... STUPid little whore?!"
"I'm sorry Tiffany, I'm just trying to help!" said the young teen desperately. "What did you mean by 'I can't stop thinking about it'? What is 'it'?"
"I ..... I ...... DON'T ....... OH ..... OOOH ....... Don't KNOW! IT'S THE SEX IN MY MIND AND IT WON'T GO AWAY!!!! I ... I ... I ..... OH NO ...... I I I I I I I ...... NO .... NO ..... OH SHIT!!! .... I CAN'T STOPPPP!!!!"
Tiffany arched her back against the wall, ripping her silk dress in the process while her world spun with pleasure such as she had rarely experienced. But even in the midst of unbelievable pleasure she still had yet to cumm!! If only she could cum, maybe this nightmare would finally end.
How can this be happening to me? Why can't I CUM!!? Why am I letting that cow watch me do it and why, WHY do I like it so dammed much!!!?
No answers awaited her, just sexual bliss as she continued her erotic dance of sex for the benefit of her young bible college roommate.
"Tiffany?" she heard Cindy say with obvious concern. "Dear Lord, you ripped your dress right up the side! What's happening to you? Do you need me to go and get some help?"
The horror of the possibility that anyone else might see her like this penetrated the fog of lust that had consumed her mind. Her eyes snapped open and locked onto Cindy's.
For an instant, it was like an electric shock had run through her body and instantly, another image began to form in her startled mind.
Ohmygod, Not That!!
The young teen took an involuntary step away from her roommate as her head slowly stopped tingling. What had just happened? Cindy wondered.Somethingcertainly, but what?
For a moment, Tiffany's eyes had opened and looked directly into hers and for a brief instant; something passed between them like a current of electricity. And now Tiffany was looking at her with obvious alarm and fear in her classically beautiful face.
"Tiffany, are you all right?"
The beautiful heiress shook her head slightly "No, no I'm not alright. Something's changed. The image in my head is different.Oh Dear GodCindy, what the hell are you doing to ME!!?"
Cindy recoiled slightly in shock!! "What do you mean! I'm not doing anything to you!!"
"Yes you are you bitch! Each time I look into your eyes I start seeing things. And then ....Oh GOD and then I have to DO THEM!! YOU'RE DOING THIS TO ME!!!"
"No" said Cindy with a voice full of dread. "Thatcan't be true!!"
"Well!" snarled the partially naked beauty. "Do you what I'm thinking right now Cindy? Do you know what you put in my mind?!! Do you want to see what you're forcing me to do NOW!!?"
With a glare of defiance, Tiffany reached under her bed, and removed a moderate sized metal case. With deft movements of her cum soaked hands the young heiress unlocked the case and quickly removed what appeared to be a large plastic or rubber penis.
"Do you seethisCindy? Do you know what you're telling me to do with it!!?"
"NO no, I'm not telling you ANYTHING!!! OH MY GOD, What are you DOING with that THING!!?"
Cindy couldn't believe what she was seeing. Right in front of her eyes, Tiffany was slowly working the rubber penis into her pussy. It was the most repulsive sight she had ever seen. How could she possibly be responsible for anything like that!!?
"Oh yeahhhh, OH GOD YESSS!!!" moaned Tiffany and she worked the artifical member deep into her cunt. "Oh SHIT, OH SHIT LOOK WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME!!!"
No No NO NO NO!!! It just wasn't possiblethought Cindy as her young mind grappled with the unreality of her situation. This couldn't be happening!! But it was just as she had imagined it, just moments before in her mind. BUT IT SIMPLY WASN'T POSSIBLE!!
Tiffany was leaning heavily against the wall now and thrusting the artificial phallus into her sex with ever increasing intensity. However as she continued to pleasure herself, the look of frustrated rage and pleasure on her face began to transform into one of boldness and lust.
Cindy's mind was still reeling with events as she observed the high society blond who was staring boldly and directly into her eyes. In a way, it was almost like Tiffany was inviting the young virgin to join her in her unholy lust. Unbelievably, it was the most compelling sight Cindy had ever imagined.
"Fuck you bitch, what the fuck are you doing to me? Why am I so hot for you slut?" said the debutant in a low throaty voice as she continued to fuck herself. "I just can't take my eyes off of you. Why are you making me do this?"
"Tiffany, I don't know what's going on.I can't be doing this!Oh GOD please tell me what I have to do to make it STOP!!"
"Stop?" snarled the tall blond. "You're the onedoing this to ME! Itdisgustsme but I can't stop!!You're the one who's doing this. YOU stop it!!"
Cindy's confused mind had to admit that Tiffany did have a point. The blonde debutant was obviously unable to control herself and if it was going to end, somebody other than Tiffany was going to have to end it.
Briefly Cindy considered changing the image which was so crystal clear in her mind. If Tiffany was right, maybe but .... No ... NO it was simply beyond imagination that she, an innocent bible college student, could possibly be responsible for any of this. No! the explanation had to be elsewhere, ithad to be!
Inadvertently, Cindy's eyes locked on the plastic rod in Tiffany's hand as it thrust slowly in and out of the her ... her ... cunt? Yes that was it, Tiffany was thrusting it in and out of her cunt! What a vile word, but it seemed to fit. With rapt attention, Cindy watched as the device moved in and out, gently parting and tugging the velvet folds of Tiffany's moist cunt lips. With each stroke, repeating the process to the accompaniment of Tiffany's low gasps of pleasure.
She could feel Tiffany's eyes bolding staring at her, daring her, pleading with her, inviting her to do something, anything. This had to stop. Whatever was happening here was unnatural, perverted, wrong and Cindy was going to end it, starting with that perverted artificial cock!!
Hesitantly, she approached Tiffany as the older girl began to slowly increase the rate of her thrusts, moaning with panic and pleasure as she did so. Cindy had never contemplated doing anything like this. Just the thought of touching that sinful thing made her skin crawl a million times over, but one thing was for certain. Whatever was happening here, Cindy was the only one here that could stop it.
Cindy made her decision.
Summoning all of her courage, she reached down and grabbed the dildo's shaft, just above Tiffany's hand. It was wet with Tiffany's secretions and was of course moving rapidly in and out of Tiffany's sex.
"What are you doing now bitch!? Are you going to try and fuck me, now?!! Well, are you?!!" snarled her roommate. "I just knew you were too much of a good girl to be true! You're nothing but a freaking lesbo!"
"No! No that's not it!" said Cindy as she began to move her hand in time with Tiffany's. "I am a good girl, and I'm trying to help you!"
Resolved, Cindy gripped the offensive plastic member firmly and when the time was right, she yanked as hard as she could to dislodge the devilish device.
Tiffany, however, still gripped the dildo, and with surprising strength, she kept the device from leaving her cunt. It sat there, right at the folds of her pussy lips as Cindy strained to withdraw it and Tiffany's hands struggled to push it back in. For a few moments the struggle continued until, with a huge moan, Tiffany sent the dildo hurtling into the furthest reaches of her cunt eliciting another cry of pleasure from the young debutant.
Cindy was at a loss for what to do. Summoning her strength she once again pulled on the plastic cock until it was until it was almost out then Tiffany pulled it back in again. With increasing frustration Cindy repeated the procedure, but each time, Tiffany was just too strong and the dildo always found its way back into her dripping cunt.
With one last effort Cindy pulled the dildo out of Tiffany's pussy until only the tip was still pressed against her pussy lips. To her amazement, Tiffany let go.
With something akin to shock, Cindy stared at the perverted device in her hands. All she had to do was maneuver it a few more millimeters out of Tiffany's beautiful cunt and this nightmare would finally come to an end.
She glanced at Tiffany who had stopped moaning and was now looking at her with obvious surprise and relief. "Damm, you did it, you actually did it!! Damm what happened to me? I was so sure you were behind it all. I just couldn't get the images out of my mind. Listen about what I said about you and .... Cindy? .... Cindy what's wrong?!"
Cindy looked at Tiffany with desperation in her eyes. With all the strength she possessed, she tried to move the dildo completely out of Tiffany's pussy but ..... but ...... she just, couldn't, DO IT! Even now her hand was shaking with effort, but the dildo simply wasn't budging.
"I .... I .... I ....."
"Cindy what are you doing?" said Tiffany her eyes suddenly dilating with fright. "Cindy? No, No DON'T, NO DON'T!!"
With tears running down her eyes and with a moan of failure, the young virgin slowly thrust the device back into Tiffany's cunt. "Oh dear God, what am I doing? Tiffany, WHAT AM I DOING?"
"DON'T you KNOW?" the debutant nearly screamed as Cindy withdrew and then reinserted the device into her cunt.
"No, No I can't be doing this." said the young girl as she began to thrust and pull vile device from her roommate's cunt with a steadily increasing rythmn. It was so unreal, so very unreal, but she couldn't stop herself, she just couldn't. "What am I Doing?!"
"Oh shit, oh shit Cindy, you're fucking me, oh shit, oh shit , oh shit!! Oh God NO Cindy, Why ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!!!!" screamed Tiffany. "YOU'VE GOT TO STOP, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD NOOO!! I'm NOT LIKE THIS!!! OH GOD YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO GOOD!!"
"I'm fucking you?" questioned the innocent young teen. The question seemed to roll around in her head for a few moments. "Fucking you? I can't be, no I ... I ... I'm fucking you. Oh God no, I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you, I'M FUCKING YOU!!!"
And in Cindy's mind the picture began to sharpen with lewd clarity. Impossible, unbelievably real NO!! It Wasn't REAL!!! Slowly, almost compulsively, Cindy raised her head and locked eyes with the statuesque blond in front of her as it suddenly occurred to her that Tiffany wasn't enjoying all of this nearly enough!!
The tall blonde's eyes widened with fright and amazement and her mouth shaped itself into a small 0 of surprise. "Oh... oh no ..... OH no no no no no no WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"I'm ... I'm fucking you ... I'm fucking you with this ... this ... fucking hard ... hard dong ... !! I ... I ... can't help it ... I just have to fuck you, fuck you, Oh God HELP ME, fuck you HARD!! Do you like it Tiff, Do you want me to FUCK you?"
Tiffany stared down at her cunt watching the dildo thrust in and out of her twat with a surprised look as if she were watching herself be fucked for the very first time. With each thrust, the debutant gasped in surprise, shock and betrayed pleasure.
"Oh no, o .. o ... o ... oh no. I'm not like that. I'm not a les .... lesbian .. . I oh .. oh .. I don't let girls fuck me. oooooh .. oo ooo."
"But you're letting me fuck you, do you like it? I mean do you like me fucking you Tiff?" for some reason Cindy simply had to know.
"Ohh, I ... I .... yes, oh oh yes, yes I do. Oh yes it feels so so good. I don't know why but I can see it in my mind. Oh yes it feels so good. Why are you doing this to me?
Cindy consider for a moment, but it was no use denying it anymore. "I ... I don't know. But I am doing it to you aren't I. I mean, I'm thinking things and making you do them aren't I. Do you like it?"
"Noo" the older blonde moaned. "No, I don't, but I can't stop myself, I ... I ... I love how you're fucking me, it feels so good and .. and ... I can't stop."
OH No Dear God, neither can I!! thought Cindy in desperation. Somehow, something was causing her to act in a way she would never have imagined possible. Something was causing her thoughts to become reality but why, WHY were these lewd and pervert ideas in her head? She had hardly even imagined such things existed much less had even the slightest desire to see them happen. But now, here she was, uncontrollably fucking her roommate and if felt so natural, just as if she had been doing things like this all of her life.
This had to end. But how? The image of her fucking Tiffany was growing stronger in her mind moment by moment.But if I am making this happen, maybe I can make it stop!!
With all her will, Cindy concentrated on changing the image in her mind, making it normal as if nothing had ever happened. Slowly, Cindy began to feel a return to normalcy as her new image began to take form. She began to see herself as a normal teen quietly sitting at her desk as if nothing had happened.Certainly no perverted fucking of girls here.
Almost instantly Cindy realized her mistake. In contrasting her normal life to the perversions she had just witnessed, she had forced herself to imagine them ever so briefly. Slowly, insidiously, her carefully constructed picture of normalcy was dismantled and replaced with a scene of carnal lust and depravity far worse than she had ever imagined.
With amazement and fear, Cindy could feel the power of the image wash over her, subtly rearranging her thoughts, ideas, suggesting a new and utterly depraved course of action and desires. Actions and desires that were so in conflict with her core self that they were hardly recognizable as her own, but undeniably there.
And why not? After all, the trouble this cunt had put her through, why not?! If Tiffany had possessed the smallest quantity of politeness or goodwill, this would never have happened. She deserved to get some of her own. Yeah, she deserved to be fucked, yeah fucked!! It was wrong but how many wrongs had Tiffany dished out during her life. It was just payback time for miss bitch slut!
Cindy shuddered at what she was thinking but she just couldn't hold it back.The hell with this! This bitch isn't nearly slutty enough and she isn't being fucked like a good slut deserves!!
In shock, Cindy felt her stray thought begin to take effect. The image in her mind changed once again. Cindy shook her head to dispel the obscene image. She couldn't do something like that but .... but ... Oh Yeah, Tiffany was a good slut and she needed to be fucked!!
In a voice she hardly recognized as her own, Cindy firmly said. "Come on Tiff, you know you want it! Yeah come on tell me what a good slut you are!! Tell me how you want me to fuck you!!!"
Tiffany stared at Cindy is shock for a few moments "I ... I ... I'm going to ruin you for this Cindy. You oh oh yeah oh you can't do oh oh this Yeah but ... oh yeah, Yeah!!!"
Cindy watched with amazement as the visage on Tiffany's face deepened with unwanted lust and desire. And the dildo, it was remarkable that she knew what it was much less how to use it so expertly. Without knowing how, she just seemed to move, thrust and rotate the device to create the maximum possible pleasure in her increasingly willing victim.
Tiffany for her part was obviously attempting to resist her unwanted urges but with each thrust into her cunt, the young debutant moaned ever louder and more urgently and even now was thrusting downwards with her hips ever so slightly.
"How ...... could ........ you ...... do ....... this ....... to ....... me? Oh God, you bitch!! Oh shit, oh yeah, no no no no, OH GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!!! OH NO DON'T STOP, FASTER, OH GOD PLEASE DON'T, DON'T, DON'T STOP!!"
"Oh Tiffany, you're such a slut, come on you hot little bitch, show me what you have!" snarled the young virgin as she rammed the dildo ever deeper into her roommate's eager cunt.
Tiffany was now thrusting her cunt down hard onto the impaling artificial cock while her hands attacked her ample breasts. Her long blond hair thrashed wildly from side to side as she uncontrollably rotated her head from side to side in utter ecstasy!! And her eyes showed such a mixture of terror lust and desire as Cindy had never imagined possible. "Oh SHIT, I ... I ... I ... Oh GOD I'm .. I'm ... OH FUCK I'm such a SLUT!! Oh yeah, Oh Yeah, OH YEAH, OH GOD HELP ME I'M SUCH A HORNY SLUT!! ? Oh Oh Oh OH GOD, Yes THAT'S IT!!! FUCK MY PUSSY OHGOD FUCK MY PUSSY!!! OH FUCK WHAT AM I SAYING!!!?"
"You're saying you're a slut Tiff, and what do sluts like to do?"
"OH SHIT, They like to FUCK, OH FUCK they need to fuck ALL OF THE TIME!?"
"Very good Tiff, and do you like fucking girls?"
"NO, NO I DON'T!!"
"But a slut like you can't help yourself, is that right?"
"NO, OH SHIT NO I CAN'T oh PLEEAASEEE DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!! OH YEAH,OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ME YOU BITCH!!! YEAH FUCK ME HARD!!!! IT'S SO GOOOODD!!!!"
"So what do you do next slut?" said the sweet teen as she violently rammed the dildo deep into the debutante's cunt.
"OH OH OH OHHHH DEAR GOD HELP ME!!! OH GOD SLUTS CUM, THEY CUM, THEY CUMMM!!!! OH GOD CINDY, WHY ARE YOU FUCKING ME YOU HAVE TO STOP BEFORE I .... I ..... I....... CUMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Cindy watched as all of Tiffany's muscles tightened. The tall blonde's back arched and her arms went rigid and tight. Her hips thrust violently onto the dildo and rotated downward to clamp it in place. Almost immediately Cindy could see the cum fluids flowing around the edges of the embedded device, soaking the floor. Only then did Tiffany's body relax as she let out a scream of complete sexual satisfaction and collapsed onto her bed as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Looking at Tiffany disheveled and overcome with pleasure strangely reminded Cindy of something she had once seen, but the picture was wrong. Vaguely she felt the girl should have been brunette like Cheryl rather than a blonde like Tiffany. The thought sent a stray shock like electricity through her aroused body but .... NO .... NO she had never seen anything like this before, she was sure of that!!
Reality was bade enough without letting her imagination run wild and what the young teen was facing was undeniable. Cindy had imagined all of this, and then, then it had happened. How could any of this have come from her brain, How could she have obtained that type of power? How? Why? Was she possessed? Dear God, What could she do?
As she slowly began to stroke her virgin pussy the young teen sank to the floor and began to sob in shame.